The Big Pointy One

Woo-hoo! That's good to know Gyr. ^.^ But yeah, I was just going to point out, despite what it may look like I'm saying (I know, I'm unclear often) it isn't just because they're popular that I don't want to read them, it's just that I have no interest. I submit, that it must be decent for so many people to enjoy them and what-have-you, but it just doesn't interest me. As for giving it a chance? No, I'd rather not... I realise it's an ignorant attitude, but I reiterate (sp?) I have *no interest* ... I mean, just because lots of people think drinking and getting absolutely smashed is so much fun, that doesn't mean one should do that too?

So, is there anyone (besides me) who has absolutely *no* interest in Harry Potter? I don't really have much to comment on about it, but I have no desire whatsoever to read any of the books, nor see any of the movies. ~Stick shrugs one of his usual shrugs and goes on his merry little way~

Like every other morning so far, he woke up to a midday sun. Stretching and yawning, he pulled himself out of bed. It was still hard to believe he was here. Looking out his window, he could see the walls of The Mighty Pen keep. It filled him with a sense of pride, and honour. He was among some of the best. The elite. And those who would be. Poets and bards, warriors and sorcerers alike. People from all across the world of many talents and skills. All in his backyard. Or rather, he was in their yard. Still, there was something missing. Among all these great people, he felt like he was lacking. Perhaps it was talent, perhaps it was knowledge. Or maybe it was something else. He shrugged it off as he slid a light shirt over his shoulders. That was all to change today. Today was the day that he started his journey of enlightenment. He hoped that by the time he was done he could call himself worthy. He hoped that when he was done, he could call himself one of the elite, even though such things didn't matter around this place, he just felt it was something he needed to do. If not for anyone else, but for himself. As he packed up a few minor things: an oil lamp with a few extra flasks of oil, light provisions and a blanket to wrap it all up in; he set to writing a note for his comrades. He left it on the kitchen counter in a rare display of masterful penmanship as he bounded out the front door. He grabbed a loose vine and swung to the ground in quiet grace. Walking at a moderate pace, he took in the beautiful weather and made his way directly to the front outside doors of the keep. Taking in a deep breath, he took in all he could see of The Mighty Pen and bravely strode forward- back inside. Just like he had done on his first day, he looked around in wonder at the majesty of the keep. This time however, he knew where he was going. He passed through the Tavern of the Quill, and made his way directly to the Library. It was here were his Journey started. It wouldn't pass either, not until he had read every single volume that the massive shelves held. He would start with History, he decided, so he could learn about the earliest events possible, and work his way to the present. Later that afternoon, Sliver walked in The Mighty Treehouse to discover a note left on the kitchen counter. He read it aloud to his friends that were gathered behind him. To my dearest of friends, I have left for a journey that I hope shall make me the person I want to be, or at least, get me closer to that point. I require no assistance, simply because this is something that only I can accomplish. However, company is always welcome, so long as it comes in full knowledge of the journey ahead, and in silence. I don't know how long this will take, but the probability is that none will see me, except for the occassional note left behind in each leg of my journey. Time will tell. Sincerely,

Hrmm... to truly understand how one may speak and say my name, first, they must understand the whole name. So, like when we did this on the old boards (AM) let's analyze (sp?) each section, shall we? 'The' pronounced by placing one's tongue between their teeth and blowing a little bit, then pulling the tongu back somewhat and letting that e get out, all in one go. the. The is the glue that holds the worlds words together. Or at least, some of them. Heh, well, maybe not holds them together so much as joins them... starts them... umm, builds a foundation? I don't know, it's an important word. In english. 'Big' adjective, meaning large in size. Another nice three letter word. Rhymes with dig. 'Pointy' also an adjective, but means sharp. But not sharp like a sword. Sharp like a pin. Sharp that's like 'Ow, some one put something pointy in my eye, and now I can't see.' sharp. Of course, you could take out someone's eye(s) with a sword, but that's cheating. 'One' this is some sort of word, or maybe a number, depending on where you come from. Basically it means that there is one. What does one mean? Well, it means there's more than none. Less than two. Just one. Such as: "There is only one Big Pointy One. That's why we call him 'The' If there was more than one, we would all be dooomed." (Third 'o' in 'doomed' unintentional, but it works...) There's some spaces between each word, but I'll leave that up to everyone's imagination. Here, we see them all together. The Big Pointy One also, my main alias, BigPointyStick; BigPointy have already been defined and pronounced... well, not really, but that's okay. Stick is pronounced like this: "Stick." say it aloud a few times, get a feel for it, it's fun to say. "Stick.Stick.Stick.AllhailStick.StickStickStickhappyhappyStickStick." Like that, over and over, especially while you're sleeping. Or shopping. Or doing a job interview... anyways, I think I also have some other names that could use some defining: Dierden Samshae (also Stick) Dee-air-den Sam-shay... pronounce the 'air' part lightly... although, that might be where the accent is... bleh. Aidan Serradin (aka Sliver, which rhymes with liver) Ay-dan Ser-ra-din, simple stuff. Rocoss; Rock-uss Roxxia; Rock-see-ah Mr.Bunny; Holy lord of the carrot... err, Miss-ter Bun-nee... heh... ...and that covers it, sure there's more, but I'm running out of humor.

~Sigh~ It seems, I must apologize, to Damon, and to everyone else involved up to this point; I think with things the way they are for me, and a few other things, I basically won't be able to keep up with the story. In other words, I'm dropping out. I am really sorry to do this, it seemed like such an interesting story, with such an interesting group, but alas, that's the way she goes, I guess ;p I'll be keeping an eye on this one (as well as well, everything, but that's a different matter...) and keep up the good work! Everyone's doing great ^.^ With... luv?

Alright, so I've been doing a lot of thinking about writing and what-have-you, and one of the areas I want to explore is the whole Modern to Post-modern genre. Perhaps even sci-fi. In the future, I will compose a description of lots of my stuff, perhaps even start a story in one of these genres, but that'll be a while yet. In the mean time, I thought it'd be interesting to ask everyone what they think their character(s) would be like in a more modern and/or futuristic setting. What about Terra, or whatever world you choose to write in; what do you think it'd be like in the future? Would it be the same as Earth? Or would it be critically different...? Heh, interesting questions those could be... And if that's not so interesting, how about what do you think *you* would be like in a fantasy setting? All and all, I'm trying to get at the point that I have an interest in the whole 'culture-shock' thing. It can be used as a bit of a cliche from time to time, but other times, I think it can be an effective writing tool, if for nothing better than comedic purposes. ~Shruggies~ (By the way, here's how I'd probably do it... keep in mind that this all takes place in my l'il world I created... perhaps I'll edit in a link for the less informed ;p ) Due to his half-dryad heritage, Dierden Samshae, aka BigPointyStick, was able to live on to the current Age (even managing not getting himself killed...) although, he has done his best to ensure no one really knows of this. His life force being connected to trees, he does his best to try and preserve nature, and as such, is an environmentalist of sorts. With age comes wisdom, and as such, Dierden is a wise man. He has seen efforts of past generations, past ideals, and past dreams. He knows that too many people have taken too much of a radical standpoint, and as an end-result, never get taken quite seriously. After standing on the sidelines for so long, Dierden has finally decided to take action politically and run for office. He has so far been unsuccessful in getting elected. However, he hopes that in the next election, he may gain popularity by using his connections with Mr.Bunny, who is worshipped like a god, thanks to his pioneering and completion of the art of Carrot Summoning. (more on him sooner or later) Physically, Dierden looks like he did since he was but a youth. He has adapted with the times quite well, and has managed to fit in fairly easily. He wears simple clothes; khakis, blank t-shirts and vests as well as the occassional trench coat and old fedoras. After many years, Dierden unlocked one of the BPS' most useful secrets: shapeshifting. He can basically form the BPS into any wooden object he desires at will, so he tends to wear it as a bead necklace. When he has spare time, Dierden takes martial arts classes, meditates and maintains one of [City's] older libraries. From time to time, he works for Aidan Serradin's (once known as Sliver) bodyguard agency, The White Feathers. Aidan was a police officer who was forcibly retired from [city]'s police force after he tried exposing a scandal involving his superiors, but failed, due to lack of evidence. Since then, he has started his own Bodyguard Agency, The White Feathers. He is known to do a bit of detective work on the side, as well. He has a strong sense of morals, and a similar yearning to preserve nature as Dierden, although his reasoning may be a bit different. Aidan has short blond hair, blue eyes and a slightly muscular build, mostly from his work while an officer. He now wears simple clothes, jeans and t-shirts, mostly. He drives a foreign-style motorcycle (Japanese, like a Yamaha or something, in our-world terms...) when he needs to, and is working on restoring a classic car. When he's not working, Aidan likes to collect medieval weapons, specifically swords. He's also working on a small gun collection. When he has to, he carries/uses a small assortment of handguns. Well, I should go home and sleep, hope everyone enjoyed that teaser... next time, Mr.Bunny, the Greenleaf Twins, and maybe more, more MORE! (~ahem~) Have fun!

Haha! Thanks for reminding me Cheyenne... I've been told the exact same thing by a friend... (this stemmed from my whole going out and dancing to 80's retro-music every saturday... go 80's!) But of course, I think he also mentioned I'm getting better or something... heh, funny story though, this last weekend, well, basically I fell off the dancing stage. Heh. That's the gist of it... I won't get into it well, 'cause it's just disappointing. Anywhoo, I've ranted on as long as I can, so, well, thanks, b-bye... or something... (Hrm, I seem *extra* crazy today...)

Anything pointy or with corners is my darndest foe. Plain and simple... kinda ironic, isn't it? I also trip over myself all the time. And drop things. And accidentally back into parked cars... err, nevermind that last part... heh...

Heh, interesting work, looking forward to more... parodies are always great ^.^ And Kas, I do the same thing, sometimes... but then again, it's usually because I'm paranoid it's not closed all the way. ~Meh~

(Note: I wrote this while at work, so it may not seem like a freestyle, but at the time, it was indeed, a freestyle ;p ...of course, it is completely un-edited, unless I had spelling errors... heh... ) Alright everyone returning is The Big Pointy One He's not far from being done Yeah he's here to deal some praise In the off-chance he'll get a raise From the ladies if you what I mean If it isn't too obscene Naw I'm comin' clean As I hop on the scene the only thing that's rising is the crowd I've hardly begun and I'm gonna get loud Yeah, they're rising in ovation, screamin' in elation Gonna ease the tension 'cause it's been making steady ascension so if you please, your undivided attnetion It'll only take a few more secs, unlike detention We all came here to spin the frestyle Some of us are new, the rest have been here a while Lately it's mostly been the battle rap Quite frankly I've had enough of that crap Freestylin's about havin' a good time Dropping verse and verse of excellent rhyme And kickin' rhythm and motion Flowin' steady like the ocean (And that's all there was, I know, it was pretty sad, but here I go with the rest of it!) So gathered with us today we have lots of cool cats Talented artists from across the habitats Coming together to spin their frestyle lines Everyone here is a friend of mine So let's begin the list of who's the best No one's the worst, when put to the test We've all got skills of varying type We all deserve praise of varying hype I'm sure we're all having fun and that's what's meant to be done We've got Ashton blades who started us off He's sharp like a sword, mighty like the pen Anyone who steps up against him is likely to cough Likely to choke then stutter; Ashton wins again Alaeha was the first to challenge that shows some guts Whenever someone challenged her, she kicked their butts She has the skills of a true poetic miss Just be careful of her verbal death kiss Wyvmettic was next on the stage He showed rhyming shows no age In other words it doesn't get old Like the verbal midas touch his words are gold Truly the master among apprentices Stepping against him is guaranteed life sentences The Master P, Peredhil showed us his rhyming side Still polite to the e, his kind words turned the tide What else can I say about this Half-elf Elder He's the man, the guy there's no one better Whynotsin comes close with a meek approach Perhaps in time his lyrics he will coach Or maybe he'll sit back and spin a phat beat Regardless he's the guy that everyone needs to meet Then The Death of rats came squeakin' through He showed everyone 'round here a thing or two Even the smallest creature in the land can spin a verse Be wary of appearances, some can leave a deadly curse In this case death, the loss of your breath Cold chill of the earth claming your worth Be wary, he's scary (Squeak!) Heh, alright, I got a bit crazy there Maybe it's because OuijaSama came here Dared and achieved quite a few lines to his surprise Quite the good accomplishment for this fun exercise The next person in was Jareena Faye Who seemed to be able to rhyme all day With her own l'il style that was straight and clean That managed to make her mark without being obscene I'll give her her props, she's got the skills Just better watch out, don't wanna be in her kills Along after that came my man the Falcon2k1 Now there's no one guy who knows the meaning of fun This guy's crazy in such a great way Not to mention poetic, I must say Spinning such eloquent lines I'm sure he sent chills down all your spines Going with the craziness came Vincent Silver Like a bullet to lycanthropes he delivers More Like Vincent Platinum, i'm sure you agree 'Cause his rappin' could sell about a million and three Then Time Ends, well, he actually began He stepped to the mic and everyone ran Writing with inspiration from an outside rapper I'm sure on his own, he'd be much phatter It doesn't matter though, we all have our muse And we're all here just to get amused Seii followed up rather quite nicely With lyrics ever so hot and spicy Maybe not much confidence but that's alright Everyone who gives it a shot is quite tight After a while Pestilence was next We all weren't sure what to expect Went back and forth with yours truly He got me scared, he was so unruly But I'll definitely give him my regards But when he's around I can't drop my guards Last and certainly not least was Salinye Goin' back and forth with Ashton all day Whoops, I'm sorry does it rhyme with I? I'm not sure, it's kinda tricky, well, I'll start anew Quite simply, all I have is kind words for you Very good for a beginner, poetic skills are present When you step in the room, I'll gladly shout 'represent!' In pride, 'cause you're the lady with talent Certainly when you spin there's no reason to lament Well, except for the fact that this is the end of my list I know, my rhymes lately are lamer than someone never been kissed Or at least, the movie, 'cause that's me Heh, whoops, lame again, so sorry I'll just sign out with peace and respect I'm sure you all have more, I expect! Peace! (again)

*Stick bows* Can't say I know, have heard of you, but it's always cool to meet someone new, especially if they are Samurai, even somewhat. I love samurais! ...in other words, hopefully we can work together on a story some time. Hopefully, one that involves samurai. Heh. ^.^

Just a new 'song' I wrote whilst my roommate was jamming out the depressing tunes on his guitar. Inspiration comes in many forms, it seems. Not again I'm the courageous one, yeah But I can never find the guts to say what I want... to you. I've called you so many times, yeah But you're never home I'm on to the games you play on me And yeah I can see you running from me ~Chorus?~ You try to pull the wool over my eyes But I'm already blind But I'm already blind and it's okay baby, I don't mind No I don't mind anymore 'Cause I don't want to look at you again No, I don't want to look at you again Not again Not again My memory is flooded with the tears Of that one sweet night I'll never quite forget I don't want to, but I've got to Even though you're the one I've wanted for so long I can't have you, no I can't have you, it just ain't right Or at least that's the impression I get ~Chorus?Again.~ So yeah, now I'm ready to say goodbye But that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt I hate to cut my hearstrings so easily But it's the path I choose to take Maybe I'm writing this message just a bit too late But I can't stand this rack you've put me in I'm tired of waiting on this needle's point Just waiting for a few meaningless words Stuttered out by myself; no The ones you say to me ~Chorus?X2,Last times~ Never again... Alright, it needs a lot of work, whatever. It won't get anymore work though, I think. Just the way it's gonna go. Heh. I realise I use the chorus way too often, way too early. So in other words, this wouldn't end up as much better than a pop song, if it were ever recorded etc., etc.. Yeah.

*Stick coughs as if to get attention, then acts as if nothing happened* Who? What? Oh yeah, fear. Fear's like some sort of heavy pack that you carry around, that probably has some food in it. It can hold you back, it may be useful, but it may not. It all depends on the situation, really. You're not going to take a heavy pack with food in it to a job interview now, are you? Heh, didn't think so. The same goes for rollercoasters, romantic dates and scary movies. Heh. Think about it... it sounds stupid, but I think I'm right here...

Alright, final update until things change, my roomie finally took his computer back, so like I said quite some time ago, I'll be down to posting every Sunday, or whenever I'm somewhere where there's a computer. Heh, sorry for any inconvenciences this may cause (to be more specific to all the people who's stories I'm in; Damon Inferel and Kasmandre, being the top two lately ^.^)

Frowning again, Allan shakes his head. This did not seem like a good start at all. But it would have to do. Raising his voice to one he commonly used just before he was about to truly Perform, Allan spoke to the group. "Alright everyone, so I think our path stands clear now. To defeat this Elwen character, we must do what we can as a group. Surely, there is enough of us to do something, even if not a single one is capable of stealing souls." Allan eyed Senora briefly. Perhaps she could, depending how powerful of a cleric she is. Of course, I believe clerics are more skilled at releasing souls than stealing them. Something to ponder, and perhaps discuss at another time. The bard quirked his lips, then continued, "It seems to me like our best plan of action will to be distract her body, while one could take her soul off-guard. True, this would involve great sacrifice on many of our parts, but I shall risk it, alone if I have to, for surely, such an act would be legendary. Hopefully though, it won't be necessary, if we can find this Mirror first." Nodding in punctuation, Allan took a seat. Waving the nearest barmaid over, he ordered a glass of wine. He felt like he needed to drink a whole keg.

Allan would have done a spit-take, had he been drinking anything. He did his best to remain his composure, but his reaction didn't go completely unnoticed. Harmon slapped the bard on the back, laughing boisterously. "Haha! Y'hear that! She doesn't like the likes of you!" Allan frowned and shot Harmon a glare. "Nor you, you, big... loaf..." Allan wasn't exactly the best at witty remarks, at least, insulting ones. Harmon just laughed again and shrugged. Shaking his head, Allan turned his attention to the newcomers. "You say you have skills that could aid us, but can you possibly have skill enough to help us defeat someone who quite possibly is lacking a weakness? Someone who is colder than stone, with nothing to lose? It is a dangerous task we set out on, and although I may not lead this party, I think I speak for everyone when I say you both had better be pretty certain you want to come along. After all, you may not come back."

Finnius is back The Big Pointy One will cheer; Haiku Master's here! (Good to see you here, Finn! Hopefully we'll see you and your haikus, and all your other great stuff a lot in the time to come! ^.^)

Allain Siaciomore That would be his basic physical description. He basically dresses like your standard nobleman. His rapier, his only enchanted to the point where it's magical; nothing really special. Your standard sword +1 deal. The flute carries no enchantment in itself. His circlet also has a minor enchantment on it, which increases his dexterity ever-so-slightly. He doesn't wear any other jewelry, but carries around a few extra knives which are hidden about his person. (Gah, I know I use that too often, but what can I say, I love throwing knives!) Of course, unlike my other characters, he has less than half a dozen. Heh. So that's the good side of his personality. As a downfall, he can be a bit distracted by the opposite sex some times, being the charmer that he tries to be. He can have the tendency to see beyond a female character's alignment, and do what he can to be with them. Even if it means sacrificing his own codes to do so. That is of course, if the drawing points of said female are strong enough. Other than that, he can be a bit over-confident a fair amount of the time. Being of noble blood, he tends not to pay much heed to those he considers beneath him, although he's working on correcting this flaw in his personality. He *does* realise that being a snob isn't the best way to go through life. I think that's all I can really think of for his character. If anything else comes up, I'll add it!

OOC: Brute, sorry to see you leave, but we all do what me must. Kasmandre, great, this should be fun. Everyone, I forgot in my rush to describe Allan's other traits, i.e. his downfalls, so I'll list those in my full description in the OOC thread. K? Cool... oh yeah, perhaps everyone should ignore my last IC post, I was a bit confused BiC: Allan smiled as Senora tucked the rosebud behind his ear. He made a mental note of the fact then turned his attention to Iriador. He listened intently as she spoke about Elwen, and frowned when she became angry with Harmon. "Ease up my friend, you treat our new companion as if you have known her for years, when we have only met. You must be respectful, kind, and show them some reason to be interested in your brutish form!" Iriador just rolled her eyes and gave Allan a disgusted look. She *clearly* didn't want anything to do with the bard or the warrior. Allan returned her look however, looking a bit deeper past Iriador's eyes, he couldn't help but pick up on the tiniest reflection of sadness resting within her eyes. Something else he'd have to note. He swallowed a small lump in his throat and continued on a different line of reasoning. "So, this Elwen... surely she must have some sort of weakness? Do you know of any?"

From what I hear, *no one* can explain Evangelion, at least right around the end there. I haven't seen it yet, but that's what I hear. Heh.

*Stick agrees with Peredhil, as it is indeed a nice day outside, especially after that cold snap we had last weekend* ... although the birds... the birds are kinda noisy when you're trying to sleep. But oh well, it's their nature. Or something! Let's hear it for happiness! Or something...! ^.^

OOC: Damon, I think you're off to a good start. Remember that story elements are the most important parts, imho anyways. Fighting happens, but as long as you don't make it the focus of your story, you're bound to do great! And if I may make a suggestion, ever-so-humbly; you don't have to listen to me at all, just giving you something to consider... When writing, a usual standard format is to have speech in quote and action just as regular text. Like you have done, Italics is good for setting backgrounds, and also for characters' thoughts. Just my two cents there, feel free to develop your own style, as that's what we are all here for! ^.^ So, as a character, Allan is new, so I'll still be working out his quirks. Chances are, he'll be another reflection of my personality, so he'll have his strong and weakpoints, obviously ;P Right now, I think he can basically be considered as your standard charming rogue-type character, like Edgar from FF6. Persistent with the ladies, not knowing when to give up, yet still honorable. Your basic hopeless romantic. Persistence will be his strongest point, I think. Once set on a task, he won't give up until it's over, or until he's dead. Generally, he's a kind-hearted person, and would be somewhere between good and neutral in AD&D terms, for those who know them better than I. As for physical attributes, Allan is a lithe man, agile as his form suggests. He moves with grace and dignity as often as situation allow. I swear, I'm like this, sometimes. Rarely. Heh. Oh and Kas, I was wondering if story-wise, it'd be cool if Allan and Harmon were travelling companions or something like that. I admit I do not know if your character has history or not, and I realise simply saying "Oh yeah, me and you, we were buddies" or something like that may not exactly 'work', to say the least. But to continue on this line of thought, I think it'd be interesting story-wise if perhaps Harmon and Allan had some sort of friendly-rivalry thing going on. It's kind of a common tool of mine, since I enjoy employing it (obviously) Whatever you wish goes fine with me! BiC: Allan waved his hand at Enos' kind offer. The bard usually didn't drink in taverns, but rather instead in private quarters with whomever he had been lucky enough to charm into spending time with him. He smiled at the old man, showing him respect with a dip of his head. He was about to speak when Damon began giving the group instructions on their quest. He adjusted the rapier on his belt then moved to leave the table. "Well, if we are to depart tomorrow, I think I am going to have fun tonight." with that, Allan moved around the room in a meager attempt to charm some of the lovely young lasses attending the tavern this eve. He wasn't too successful really, getting nothing more than meaningful conversation at best. However, he had fun, like he said he was going to do, and eventually went off to sleep and wait for whatever the 'morrow had to offer.

*Stick chuckles* Good good, and of course, I'll *gladly* link to your site, if you want to send me a banner, that'd be great too! That is, if you don't mind it being only on the links page... and the fact that my site hasn't really be updated in a year... still! One day... Of course, if anyone else around here has a website that they want to be linked from mine, feel free to send me a message with the addy and what not, as well as a good reason why I should do such a favour! Okay, just kidding... although please and thank you are always appreciated (Not like anyone would really want a link on my website or anything... it's deader than the Mr.Bunny fanclub {registration} ...and *THAT* is roughly about as dead as it gets. Heh. )

Time ends is back again with slams anew It's about time for my meory to renew Like a library book I've kept too long Man, I'll serve you so fast it'll just be wrong You wanna be the new Eminem do you Well I'm going to have to disappoint you 'Cause Eminem sucks more than you say we do Sure he sells the records and the merchandise But when was the last time he did something nice Like sit around with a bunch of Mighty Penners And rapped with them from experts to beginners You're white? Then Let me clue you in It doesn't matter; The colour of your skin 'Cause all the lyrics and rhythms and hip hop lines They're all deep rooted in our hearts and our minds I'm reading between the lines but all I'm seeing is clutter Looks to me like you're falling apart faster than toast without butter Alright, that didn't make any sense, I know But hey what can I say, that's the way I go 'Talkin' about rolling in the dough, what are you some kinda baker? Seriously, you better go to your girlfirend, 'cause I'm gonna go take her Hah, playin' the Russian Roulette Without dropping any sweat I bet it's because there's no bullets in the chamber You're shooting blanks just like your verse; no danger You want to get dangerous that's fine Step up to the mic, you'll be mine That's right, I'm gonna make you my female dog I'm not gonna curse that's worse than chugging grog I can be a little more creative than that than you But I'll toss the mic back to see how you can do (I think I'm getting worse with each one... gah.)

A not so booming, but almost equally commanding voice echoes from behind that tall, muscular man. "Oh Harmon, you're such a lummox. You need to have some charm, some grace." From the doorway steps a man not so tall, or muscular. Wearing a long blue and gold-embroidered jacket atop of a puffed white shirt, with a few laces undone at the top, the bottom laces hanging ever-so-loosely over top of a pair of silky black pants. A flute hangs to one side of the man's belt, balanced on the other by a thin rapier. Blond hair tied into a tail at the man's neck blows in the wind for a split second as his pale blue eyes scan the room. The torchlight of the tavern reflects of a thin golden circlet on his forehead. He steps towards the table where Harmon had nudged himself between the sorceress and the cleric, bows and hands each lady a fresh rose. "A pleasure to be in your presence. Hopefully the road will be equally pleasurable." Above the crowd he says, "I too will assist on this journey. An artifact of such power intrigues me, and surely a few tales can be written from such an adventure." Damon looks at the bard quizzically, "Uh, sure. Your name?" The bard smiles, then responds, "A shame that you have not heard of me before, but my name is Allan Siaciomore. Again, the pleasure is mine." OOC: Haven't been a bard before. Heh. In case anyone was wondering, his last name is pronounced See-a-cho-mo-ray