Vlad

Visitor --(apply)---> Initiate ----> Page ----> Quill-bearer Then it gets complicated. As a quill-bearer you must complete a "quill-quest", after which you are promoted based on our area of ability. Storytellers become Troubadors(?), Poets are Poets, and RPers are renamed as Heralds. After attaining proficiency in two areas, one becomes a bard. Then Elder if you are really good and helpful or bribeful (sp?)... And when you get inactive from Elder, they turn you into an ancient... There are exceptions, but you don't need to know them. Yet.

Hmm, I can't do anything storywise like Yui or clever like Cerulian.... I don't want to make this just short and faded (in a good way) like reverie's... Well, I guess I'll just state I was hoping I could use this move to catch up to various people in terms of posts... I know it's insignificant, but I've always been jealous of Zool or Pered or Wyvern about their post count... Oh well... I had 157 there and counting this post I have 5 here, so just put me at 162... Title? They're insignificant... Actually Bloodsucker sounds kinda nice! No... Blooddrinker. Drinker of Blood? No... Bloodsucker. First hunches are usually best. I trust you elders to get it right...

Going off to see the world, Going off into the unknown, I'll become a better person, I'll never he to be alone, Leaving home forever, Traveling to distant sites, My friends will come with, For I am one who delights, The Pen Keep of olden days, Left unattended can rot, For now we parted ways, The old keep is forgot, A new home is luxury, Treat is well we will, Thanks to our good friend, The polite ancient: Peredhil. Thanks for all the time and effort you put into this!!!

A poem of Vice Through the woods I wander, upon a blissful eve, My heart is all asunder, upon this starlit eve, To the fair maiden, my love I shall proclaim, I am the best of men, and lower she shant aim, As I travel to the hovel, her home in these lands, An idea I get quite novel, to put a ring in her hands, When I travel more I see, I have no ring nor chain, A theif I shall need be, to end my disdain, Farther I go, go deeper, into a serene sin, 'Til I find the forest's keeper, steal I shall from him, When he's found I see him laden, covered in gold coin, I will rob for my maiden, only me -in marriage- she will join, Alas, I have been thwarted, now he gallops on a noble steed, Without you she can't be courted, I bellow wishing him to heed, He steals my love away, 'tis him she chose for all of time, And now to this very day, I dream of her beeing mine. Here is my poem... Do I get extra points for using 'shant'? ===Vlad the rage-aholic=== I can't live without rage-ahol! "Me is smart. Dur." -Stick

wait... was that her entry...? I'm confused What does it have to do w/ poetic justice... *Wanders off and goes temporarily insane.* [Why are you giving me that look? Yes, YOU! You act like you've never seen it happen before.]

*A bat flies into the room and writes on the wall in blood I'm in*

Inspiration struck when I was standing by my grandfather's grave, unfortunately I didn't have pen and paper with me... Curse the fates... I look down, See the dirt, Covering the casket, In which lies your corpse. I miss you, But I can't do anything, So helpless I feel, Now that you're gone. A shrill wind, Cuts the air around us, I'm lost without you, A tear in my eye. *Wanders off and goes temporarily insane.* (Why are you giving me that look? Yes, YOU! You act like you've never seen it happen before.) --=Vlad the Jewish vampire=-- Polka-dots...

Through the woods I wander, upon a blissful eve, My heart is all asunder, upon this starlit eve, To the fair maiden, my love I shall proclaim, I am the best of men, and lower she shant aim, As I travel to the hovel, her home in these lands, An idea I get quite novel, to put a ring in her hands, When I travel more I see, I have no ring nor chain, A theif I shall need be, to end my disdain, Farther I go, go deeper, into a serene sin, 'Til I find the forest's keeper, steal I shall from him, When he's found I see him laden, covered in gold coin, I will rob for my maiden, only me -in marriage- she will join, Alas, I have been thwarted, now he gallops on a noble steed, Without you she can't be courted, I bellow wishing him to heed, He steals my love away, 'tis him she chose for all of time, And now to this very day, I dream of her beeing mine. Here is my poem... Do I get extra points for using 'shant'? ===Vlad the rage-aholic=== I can't live without rage-ahol! "Me is smart. Dur." -Stick

(Decided to try my hand at haikus) Not sure if the title is appropriatefor this poem, but... Passing by so fast Going around me always Never catch a glimpse Spirits from the past Evil cries will shrill the air Haunting all my dreams I yearn to be freed From an enternal torment Which I don't deserve Mad shrieks of delight Heartless beast brings agony Laughing at my pain

Vlad looked in the direction of the sound. So he's up. About time. He walked towards the elf and studied him. This man is definetly not an elf. An elf would have never survived a beating like that. Amok was groping around for something with his foot while waiting for Vlad to approach. The vampire made sure to remain silent as he came nearer, hoping to keep his visitor from erupting into another rage. "I know you're there. Why have you come back?" Silence. "What are you doing? Dammit, answer me!" Amok knew that risking a fight with the vampire wasn't the smartest thing to do, but by now he didn't care. He felt somebody grab his wrist, and immediately struggled free. Vlad grabbed his wrist again, this time with more force. "Listen. It sucks being blind, so just hold still." Vlad hissed as he brought his face inches away from Amok's. The elf could feel icy breath which sent a shiver through his spine. Complying would be his easiest - and only - option. "Stay here, and don't bother looking for your blade. I'll keep it safe." A sly grin crossed the evil vampire's face. Amok waited patiently for the most part the next few minutes as Vlad went back to his shop, and salvaged what he could of a certain few potions. When Vlad returned, he brought one potion to the elf's mouth, and without much effort it went down. Surprised, Amok was expecting some sort of effect, a poison, or slleping draught, but nothing happened. "That should dull the pain for the next one... I'll let you do it yourself. One gulp hurts less." Having said that, he handed Amok a slightly smaller vial, and stood back.

oops... Oh well... I won't go back and change it though... One or two letters a day will add up to a word a week, which can add up to a sentance a month, which in turn makes a paragraph in one year, and then a decade will be worth a short story. In ten years I'll fix it! Or whenever I write my first story... Anyways, before I go off on a tengent I would like to mention that I have no idea as to structure in poetry. I just write them as they come and try to keep it so it sounds okay... Well, I know the structure for haikus, but those don't count. Patiently waits to get mauled by Stick's kunais. I would be honored if you enlightened me. And I think I will repost this in the WW.

Very good... I can't really think of anything to say, It creates powerful imagery...

I'm kinda in a wierd mood, and I usually come here to release some steam, or... I don't know what I'm talking about... Blasted hormones [and acne]... I really want a response though because I have no idea what I'm writing. We only live, just to die, We will feel the time pass by, It hurts us deeply, with no regret, Something which can only upset, Like a seed in the wind we struggle, All of life, we try to juggle, Everything is against the odds, I feel cursed by all the gods, Blind and deaf is the way it's best, We can put our misery to rest, Block out the pain, block out ourselves, Deep into the heart one never delves, A spirit inside roars to be freed, Call of the wild, to not succeed, Battling through the river's course, Srceaming until your voice is hoarse, There is no one who can help, Like a dog in fear I yelp, There is no light at tunnel's end, See no angel to descend, Burning blazes as I pass the trees, It is a rage which no one sees, I am alone in this world of hell, To find a soul who I can tell, Ramble on about my pain, Continue now as blue moons wane, We are all trapped within a flame, What we feel is all the same, The agony stems from being seperate, We all become a little desperate, Don't think once, don't think twice, There is an end, it is quite nice, Confined to this earthly plane no more, I will soon find out, what they have in store.

*feels guilty about not letting Ny be the first to comment but it's too good to resist* Quote: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Silence -bursts- into sweet birdsong- -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This part is so reminiscent of the end of winter and [Valentine's day] and just early spring in general. It makes me want to run naked throught the streets... (which I have done, but now it is just so friggin cold ) The rest seems rather personal; a relationship thing and I'm not good at those.

OOC: "=talk (italics)=think IC: Vlad was returning to his shop, his makeshift home in the city, when he heard intense screams and cries of agony. What in the Lich King's name is going on. And at this time too... When the idea dawned upon him that it could be the elf, Vlad went into a slight trot. As he neared his shop, the screams grew louder, and a pungent odor filled the air. He sped up to a run as worry crossed the vampire's face. Worry about the state of his shop, not the elf. Vlad came into sight of the brutes who he had hired, and more worry seeped in. "Enough," he shouted, "Enough you fools!" He put more force into the last word, making sure the other shopkeepers knew who he was addressing. One looked in the direction from which the sound came, and smiled. "How much is it worth to ya? We'll stop... but this is so much fun!" Vlad's worry was replaced with anger, as he meddled with various minds. No... They are set on killing him. He has brought them too much pain. As his mind considered every possibility, his eyes surveyed the street. A handful were on the ground, unconcious at worst. The rest of the area was void of life. Don't know about angels, but... "It's fear that gives men wings. Fly you cowards, FLY!" Having said these words, he rushed at the men, fangs barred, dagger out, rage awakened. At the last moment before contact he turned into a bat, and flew into his shop. The men had let go of the elf, leaving him to die, and prepared for a new toy, but recieved none. Vlad regained his vampire form behind the cluster of goons, and stabbed one in the back. The rest dissipated, one leaving behind a trail of urine. Vlad went back into his shop, to clean up the mess, ignoring the elf. As the elf was getting up from the ground he heard only one muttered word. Fools. OOC: Tam, feel free to heal yourself using a random potion or some such... Or I will do it tomorrow when I have more time...

*points to the charachter index/character descriptioons in the greenroom*

Farewell for now, my friend. ===Vlad the rage-aholic=== I can't live without rage-ahol! "Me is smart. Dur." -

I just wrote two more for him... ------------------------------- A road extends to the sky, To the gods up high, But it travels both ways, Look down to be dazed, For there are demons behind, Where you, they surely will bind, A choice that is cursed, And a blessing that burst, Do not look away, Nor let your eyes stray, From the path given to you, The only you ever knew, It is a double-edged knife, This blade we call life. ------------------------------ Death rages upon the torrent shore, But there I stand, I will stand no more, I relinquish my post, to the first I see, Why will not life simply let me be? Then you came along, with a slim grin, I could not do it, for it would be a sin, Someone so fresh, young, and alive, My torment, you would never survive! My days have been cruel, unrelenting pain, With another in my place, it is not the same, The only way to be free, to find an overdue end, I had to find you again, for you are my friend. Edit:Thanks Carlyan Copyright 2004 Vlad

They joys we all feel, Are never truly lost... As time passes by, We think back to the days, Of love and romance, But now there are ways, To see past the fog. Our minds can be free, Of this veil called age... It rots us away, From what we hold dear, But as we move on, Into a new era here, Hold on to your life. And enjoy the ride. ------------------------------ A poem I wrote for an old friend who e-mailed me with seasonal greetings.

OOC:Car, I'll be a villain. (note: not THE villain) As Vlad was leaving the temple grounds, a bright flash sizzled past him. Guess they expected me... There is more than meets the eye here he thought. Vlad paused for a moment, then thanked the Lich King, his parton diety, that it was already night. Not the darkest and deepest part of the night, but still getting dark to the point when shadows became alive. Vlad resolved that he needed to get an ally on his side, if the plan was to progress. Weighing his choices carefully, he remembered the companion of the priest and the elf. The third person in the temple. He would prove invaluable to the cause, if he could be corrupted. That would prove to be a challenge indeed. He was not pious for the light, there was something about him that was unique. Possibly a darker side that man struggled to contain, or maybe he was a servant on a mission, but that could wait to be discovered for later. Then the vampire's mind drifted towards the shopkeepers he passed along the way. None of them would prove helpful. Or if they could, making it so is a long and tedious process. Vlad just didn't have time. He thought of a blithering idiot who was a blade for the highest bidder, but then thought more closly about the word idiot. The only chance he had left for an immediate ally was the elven man who wanted to buy the King's Draught. If this man was still alive, which most likely he was, then it would certainly put a plum in the apple basket. The blindness Vlad could cure, not only with his special draught. He would need to return to his shop, salvage what was not stolen by now. If the man wasn't still there Vlad had ways of finding him. Including the fabled and mysterious theives guild, which was housed in the labyrynth of tunnels under the temple of the city.

I agree with what the others say, and wholeheartedly hope you are accepted... if only so we can get a friggin OOC thread...

Girls do that you know... Just when you think you understand one... *Thinks back wistfully*

It is good, but I can't put my finger on it why... Keep it up rev.

I meant to write a fourth verse to wrap it up, but nothing came

OOC: Actually Vlad is in it for the money... Kind of a greedy persona, he is, considering that he is already quite wealthy. Well, that and the blood. He needs blood to drink AND make the potion. If it seems that I am god-moding in this a bit, sorry but Vlad is a master of stealth and there are certain limits to his abilities. If you want me to elaborate, I will do so in an OOC thread/post. IC: The blade definetly took Vlad by surprise. Considering the events leading up to it, he thought himself an idiot. One elf isn't lured in, but another just comes. The new-comer agrees to a sum that seems out of his financial reach, and his mind won't be corrupted. This would definetly turn out to be an interesting day, to say the least. Vlad glanced at the trinkets around the booth, his mind racing. From a back shelf he grabbed a couple of rings, and a bag of yellow powder. One ring he put on, the other he dropped into an unseen fold that served as a pocket in his robe. He opened the pouch, and threw a generous handful of powder into the elf's eyes. This was a quite potent blinding powder, not for sale. The dose that Vlad used should have been enough to blind a dragon, but he didn't wait to see if it worked. As he leaped out of the booth he looked up at the sky, and was grateful that night would fall soon. He managed to grab two potions before fleeing, one of which was the King's Draught. The other contained a silky-smooth lime green liquid that he stole off an assassin once sent to kill him. Vlad turned and ran towards the temple. Along the way he stopped by a burly merchant who sold marked cards, weighted dice, and other gambling necessities. "Twenty-five crowns to kill an annoying rat of an elf back there." "Buy something first, then I'll consid- Twenty-five?? Who do you think I am? Some sort of idiot?" "Three for that set of dice, and forty-five for the elf... Think about it... Forty-eight easy crowns." Vlad retorted, all the while influencing the unsuspecting shopkeepers mind. He was prepared to go up to three hundred, but this lug needn't know that. The shopkeeper grumbled in agreeance, insisting he was being generous, and performing charity work. He took the money and staggered out of the stall, turning to face the way from which Vlad came. The vampire repeated this process with several other physically apt men, stopping only when he had spent the three hundred he planned to. As he continued fleeing, he decided to hide in the temple until dusk. He was fully aware of the wards protecting it against evil, but was unconcerned. Upon reaching the holy site, he put on his second ring. It was small and made from ebony, adorned with an emerald and a ruby. This ring casted upon the wearer two stealthy spells. Remove From the Mind's Eye and Remove the Soul's Eye, making Vlad virtually undetectable. He prepared to enter the temple, but turned around and left when he saw a priest and the elf he had failed to lure. Is no place in the world safe? And always accursed elves.