Damon Inferel

It occured to me a few weeks ago that I owe a great apology to all of my friends t the Pen, due to my absence. While I am nearly certain that my lack of presence will bring about tears in the hearts of many, nor will it cause the Apocalypse of man. However, being the Quill-Bearer rank that I am, I feel as though I am not quite living up to the reputation that has provided me with that rank. This could be due to the fact that I am moving within a week and I am allowed to use the I-net at my house once every four days or so... In any case, I have a guilty feeling that since I have become my newly obtained and much appreciated rank, I have become more of a scarce appearance... I feel I am not very good at apologizing, and I may perhaps be a little redundant. In any case, I do apologize for my lack of attendance. I must warn, or rather inform, you all that after I move, I may be a little more scarce of attendance... As soon as I move after that, I will set up my computer and be aother frequent visitor, but that may be several months from now. I hope you understand and thank you for your understanding if you do...

A melancholy thought to burden the mind, Infinite woe brought upon perpetual depression. A heavyhearted shadow of gloom creeping unhappily In grievance and joyless mourning. A dismal scene of dreariness and misery Framed in despondency and anguish. Downcast eyes give nothing more than forlorn gazes Surveying the desolation given as a prize of disconsolation. Dysphoria brought to a dejected land of hopelessness The morose image singing silent songs of lament. Seemingly endless affliction of listlessness… Such is war.

Why...? Do you have such a good point That most people would just shrug off? Why...? Why are we hypocrites?... I try not to be, but when it comes to healthy advise, I kind of am... "You know you shouldn't play with knives..." (Said while nonchalantly flipping a knife in my hand)

Guedirre grunts a random sound to himself in light distaste for the manners the one bfore him is displaying, ubut he shrugs it off. "Well, as ye wish, I shall lead the way. With such a small party, ye do know that we may very well kick the bucket in this mission, do ye not? So, if ye aren't afraid ta die, then follow me." He leads the small group, including the drow, to the entrance/exit of town, the air sudden;y going from warm morning air to that of winter. "T'is magic that keeps our town warm... I hope ye all have somthin' warm. Our first stop is Tier's Gate, a border guard town that is full of soldiers and spellcasters. I warn ye to not start any trouble, cuz Tier's Gate holds severe penalties... if ye know what i mean." He brings his finger to his throat and mockingly slits it. The terrain ahead looks fairly flat, the grass unusually green for such cold weather, and several wild beasts can be seen off in the distance... none of which do not have a thick layer of fur or fat. You can see the border town from your position, but only through the small village that appears about five miles away from you. The sun is ot shining over the twon. Guedirre hefts his axe and tworls his braided beard around slightly. "Wierd... that was never there before..."

Gabrile blinks at the confrontation between himself and the lady in front of him. "Well, I suppose there might be some answers that could be provided by our sponsors, but they are not in right now. If you would like to hear what all I know, I simply need questions to answer. Thank you... and ask away miss."

*Bows* Thank you for the ompliment Mr. Peredhil, sir. I too love when life works out as it should, and I am hoping that it will continue to work. Such is the diversity of life, and thus we cannot truly tell. I do love her though, and I hope it really was meant to be. ><

I'm going to go with the reference of soul mate Mrs. Salinye... I believe that fair qualities of my ideal soul mate have already been matched with my beloved. Honesty of course, as well as compassion. Someone who does feel sympathy, but is stern enough to not show overwhelming pity. Let's see... I have problems, and she's never been pitiful towards me, which is good... unless my knowledge of the word pitiful is not quite up to it's full definition. Let's just say that she has never spent her time around me always doctoring me and making my problems a burden to her. She knows she has a life and she still lives it, but still cares enough to watch out for if anything goes too far. Let's see... beauty, though she fills the category nicely in my opinion, is not something that is at the top of my list of qualities. The beauty of her persona is amazing, and it is the personality that I think I first fell in love with. I think that the courage to express themself, or less vague... she has enough courage to express herself normally. If I'm annoying, she lets me know and so on... Um... she's really easy to listen too... even if you have no idea what's she's talking about. She's the kind of person that I can listen to all day, even if she were reading something that would put an insomniac to sleep... I love her so much. LEt's just say that all of my qualities in a soul mate don't have anything left to be fulfilled. And she is an exccellent writer too...

OOC: EEK! I completely forgot this even existed. It must have been some time since I last was here for a long period of time... Well, it must go on I suppose.) A large commotion stirs a few of the townsfolk towards the Leyman's Tavern as an all-too-familiar face is once again flung from the innards of the building, his face scraping the dirt harshly. He stumbles to his feet and raises a shaky fist to the bartender and the few strongarms within. "Yoo shuddn't be methin' wish me! I'm a lot more hethy than yoo think I am! Lemme at anuther drink, willya? C'moooooon!" A boot is promptly thrown at him and it lands in the center of his face, but after it falls, only a dazed expression follows. He seems completely ignorant of his bleeding nose. "Fine! But when yoo all need my protekshun, dun come runnin' ta me! ... Hi! How ya doin'?!" He glances over at the elf frowning at his paper and stumbles clumsily over to him. His brown hair is long but very tangled and he smells terribly of wine and several other alcohols. "Hi, my name is George! Not really, but i like that name sumtimez! How'd ya like ta help me homw? I just live right over there." He points to a small house ten feet from their standing spot. The elf starts to open his mouth, but is interrupted. "Wait! Lemme tell ya sumthing about myself firsht." He says, groping at his 'captives' shirt "My real name is Sintra Karnaf, but most people can't rembr it. I think I said it right. Could ya hit me once, so I'll sobr up a little? Oh... wait..." He rubs his nose and realizes it's bleeding. "Oh, right... a boot hit me. Sorry about that." He pries his own hands off of the elf's shoulders and stands up straight. "I tend to get a little more than tipsy when i'm drunk, so please forgive me if i disturbed you in any way. As I was saying, my name is Sintra Karnaf, and I'm a member of the local thieve's guild. Everyone in this town is aware of my profession, and they are being tolerant of me thus far because of my task to recover the Orb of Souls. As you can tell, sir elf, I am human, so I can be a tad less graceful than you and a bit more idiotic, but I can prove ot be a reliable assett. Eh... I suppose you might be a little confused as to how someone who was just recently in such a state as I was can be so sophisticated, but alcohol does slur speech and it alters my mood. Oh, dear me, I have been troubling you with this horrid breath of mine and my tattered appearance. Judging from your apearance, I would say you are considering the offer the town has up, so I suppose I will be seeing you again. I have to warn you though... should we end up working together, do not allow me to drink at all... and keep me out of any form of moonlight. There are undesiresble effects. To sum it up, let us just say that i am not the most discrett thief, nor am I the most stealthy assassin. Good day." With that, he turns and paces to his house.

Gabriel takes a brief look at Lenore and sighs, the small mushroom shape of air escaping fro his mouth, much like the future of animation that has yet to be discovered. There is a brief gaze of confusion at the irregularly shaped wind, but then a look od dismissmal. "Well, I suppose we should get going then, don't you. I really love this mill and all, but Calonderiel almost died here, I almost died and lost my voice, and... I've been tripping over flour bags and changing clothes way too many times since we got here. If we don't leave soon, I might consider this my home since the events are so monotonous... Everywhere I live, I have a critic. Can you believe that?" He blinks for a few moments, a small, salty tear trailing down his cheek, but his exprssion is unchanged. "I wonder what that was for? Eh, whatever. Since Cal... er... Calonderiel isn't exactly in the mood to be too conversational with me, do you think you could ask him when we're leaving? You know, hopefully before you randomly vanish in an eery fashion, much like you just appeared out of nowhere? Thanks, you're a pal." With that, he goes and leans up against the barn and shuts his eyes, but still alert.

I'm hoping you did write that. It's beautiful. It's also professional quality, so you might be able to turn a profit from it too if you keep that miraculous piece of literature up.

This is a bunch of poetry I wrote while lost in my thoughts of my dearly beloved. Close yet far, but appreciated no matter what the distance. Here's to you ashke. Poem #1 A moment I take to contemplate What emotions I have to create My beloved is gone, though not for forever I need to learn to overcome this endeavor I already miss her and it’s been less than a day I have to get over this and try living this way I can’t forget her, she means so much Something so beautiful, now I can’t see, let alone touch Two or more months will pass over my life My patience unending, but my emotions in strife Should I forget all that I’ve learned? Erase all emotions, and let them be burned? Should I go back to my apathetic state? I have nothing right now, no thoughts to create I Never thought I’d miss her this much already But I have to get through this and keep my mind steady One day we’ll meet in person once more Perhaps in the school, a street corner, a store I’ll think of her every day so I never forget I’ll keep all I’ve been taught in my own mental net I’ll wait for her as it seems she’ll wait for me I’ll never leave her, I can’t stand to be lonely Depression won’t help, nor will my crying I’ll keep in touch, or at least I’ll be trying Every day before I fall asleep I’ll think of her as if I was counting sheep I miss her so much from just over twelve hours I can’t fall apart though and be one who cringes and cowers But should I change or stay the same? If I do change, I’ll be to blame… We’ll see how it turns out over my time At least two months… time before was sublime So long together, and even one summer apart But I’ll not be in school, a burden at heart I’ll see her no more for such a long while… But to compensate, poetry, I’ll make a large file If she reads this, she knows I’ll always love her Only her, and never another… Poem #2 A beautiful contemplation dwells elegantly Forever grafted, hearing infinite joy. Kind, laughing, merry, never overly pressed. Questioning, rarely shy, terrific, understanding. Very welcoming, x-rayed yearly… zealous. My dearest love in the alphabet… though I am not certain about the x-rays… Poem #3 A time to forget is not at hand My life has not paused the movement of sand An hourglass ticking away When it runs out so will our time away Together again when my heart skips a beat Once again nervous and not light on my feet Regardless I’ll be filled with joy I’ll be with someone I love and try not to annoy Perhaps sooner, perhaps later To her needs I hope to possibly cater Time never stands still in an hourglass And neither will my thoughts while this time does pass For me a glorious time will later ensue No more wasting away with nothing to do She’ll be more than a thought or an image in picture The real person I’ll meet due to a devious fixture Someday there’ll be no more planning though We’ll be able to meet without the presence of ‘no’ I look forward even still to that day A day I hope will have happiness and not an ounce of dismay Patience I have, much like a clock Always counting time, but not a wild flock I’m not searching for time, but simply waiting Counting down the months, the years, concentrating Someday the sand will fill the bottom of the glass And at that point my time of waiting will pass Poem #4 Glorious kind eyes Compassionate composure Simply beautiful Poem #5 Waiting, waiting, concentrating Waiting, waiting, contemplating Waiting, waiting, clearly stating I’ll wait forever, never hating More to come in later posts... I just hope my muses are up for it.

A marvelous piece of work Pip, but it does seem a trifle out of character for you. *realizes he's better off thinking nothing of it* Eh, whatever. Good poem and so very true in some cases. Edit: My signature seems... normal sized... Hn.

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.... this is a good question, though the first, most immediate answer that comes to me for those that are alive would be... Well, my girlfriend, duh. I don't get to see her too often, so every second I'm with her is bliss. On a second note, I'd maybe like to be with her parents during friendlier terms... I don't know anything about them, and I hope one day I can be friends at least. Now, if you say dead... I have to disagree with Mr. Jesus. The only thing i'd ask him is how he walked on water, but he'd probably tell me god did it. Acceptable nswer, but if I know what he's going to say, no point, right? Hn... Dead folks... Well, if I could go with my psychotic half of me, I'd say... Jack the Ripper or Charles Manson. I don't know if the latter is dead or not, but I just love psychotic people! No motives, just killing for the fun of it. (I'm not going to hurt any of you, I swear. It comes with being a pacifist.) But, I'd most like to meet... what was his name? He died in the eighties... OH, wait! Never mind him! I want to meet John Lennon! Yay! The Beatles are so cool!

I'm quite happy for you err... ma'am, sir. I couldn't help but notice that Mr. Wyvern spelled yet another name wrong again, but you'll get used to it. He spelled my name wrong a few times as well, and he still has yet to stop calling me a lady... not that i mind. A good poem if I can say that. I've noticed that same situations with my cats. Our older one hadn't been pet in... months until I recently got around to him. I found out he's not as soft as he could be, but not as grungy as he looks either... Glad to see ya! Meow! ( Ihave an arsenal of kitty emoticons... feel free to use them. I'll give you a list later.) >< >*_*< >;_;< ... to name a few (Happy, dazed/confused, crying)

Yeah, if you wanna paint, then I look forward to seeing the product... if that's all right...

Poem #1 Whatever this means I don’t understand, why am I trapped inside of this land I am stuck here for as long as I live, my prison, my home, it is my freedom I give A time for this place is time for battle, the ground shakes from a distance, a tedious rattle I lift my sword so that the sun gleams off of it My duty, my destiny, fulfilled as I see fit Guns and blades have littered this land Shaken by cowards and even the warrior’s hand Unsteady it is to kill someone Not at all delightful, not in the least bit fun But it is inevitable with the world I am in Our life is bound to this eternal sin Death and destruction are all we know Forever dead bodies we carry in tow Why must I fight, do I wish to survive Is there really a need for humanity to thrive Our people are dying and we continue to kill So many death, so much blood to spill The ground is soiled with our misdeeds This fighting continues ignoring our needs Clashing of blades and inevitable gunshot Never ringing twice in only one spot People they die without our knowledge or care Only litter to the battlefield which holds crimson glare Sunlight is seldom seen as it is always rain So much sadness that heaven cries for all of our pain All of it never ends all of it never stops Much like the seasons that hold the blood raindrops Nothing for us to see but anguish and despair These images of sadness, we can only stare Will there ever be an end to this meaningless fighting Perhaps not in our lifetimes, no end in sighting Poem #2 Should humans be struck down because of revolution Is it our fault of free will or evolution We take a stand and we are shunned We commit violence and our people are gunned Who created government or rules to abide by How is it that we are forced to simply wonder why To the upper powers we are nothing but pawns A simple game of chess of which we are marble spawns Meant to be controlled and used for different tasks Our opinions do not matter because no one ever asks People mind their business and continue their life Unaware of their problems, the hidden strife We are the oblivious manipulated idiots Responsible for misunderstanding and starting riots We are controlled and yet we do nothing to stop it Our inner rage and inhumanity just doesn’t give a sh*t We need to take a stand and erase society Perhaps get along and promote global piety Our devotion to each other and our global bond It is the fact we are humanity that gives us armor to be donned Revolution is no joke and is not to be taken lightly A false move or wrong word could result in battles nightly In this war-torn criminal world where everything’s insanity We need to step up and erase the outer shell of vanity Underneath the power is all corruption and deceit Something we do nothing to, this challenge we never meet When will we unite and eliminate this threat Our failures before meant nothing, the difficulty was set We weren’t prepared and there was not enough planning If we are to do this, the operations length should be generations spanning We may not live to see our glory but our children will surely see it So let us start out revolution, Let us not ponder on our freedom, let us be it

*blinks* Um... *blinks meekly* Good... poem? Eh, I've never really concerned myself with worrying about too many people, but she'll be all right. Wouldn't want you exploding your head with stress or anything. >*_*<

A kitty poem I do enjoy About two of them I do employ Amidst the fur and fluffiness I hold a secret few can guess... Hee hee

Glorious! Simply Glorious!

*Audience applauds* i actually read the whole thing. poor impresario... I wonder if I giant carrot would have woke him up...?

I really miss my ashke right now... so, I gotta come up with a poem... Though it might be kinda simple... It is my dearest, I miss her so much Stuff like her voice and her eyes and such I wonder if she's sleeping or just waking up Pouring some cereal or juice in a cup Regardless of how simple the action may be I kind of wish she were here with me A little selfish but I miss her a lot Among those i care for, she's one of the few that I've got Time will pass and I might hear from her again And perhaps rid me of this emotional pain It'd be nothing but heaven to even see her online The possibility to talk one-sided with her would be fine I know this poem is kind of cheap and not great But without sleep this is all I can create As always I love her more than anything I know A wonderful person whose persona does glow I'd go on for a while but I'm lacking sleep and caffeine So I trail off here, on my keyboard i lean (Merf... ashke, I hope it was all right...)

OOC: Forgive me, this is an OOC note... Eh, I only had something of a question. Were you (Elwen) implying that we were leaving the mill? I was simply wondering if we were dashing out of here quite yet, which I have no problem with. I'd love to progress the plot as well, but I do not want to rush anyone... Erf. Also, now that we have all been promoted (for those who are in the RP) we can start an OOC thread in the Greenroom... I hope that's all right.

Once again there is a muddle of thoughts amidst in the mind of the ever-present demon as the dear Pip (autumn_sun) gives a plot to the somewhat lacking-in-ideas Damon... Here goes... In the township of Aidil there has been a recent report of attacks from those who come from the Abyssal Plane... Demons, so to speak. The Elders of the village are baffled by the outbreak of these outsiders, and with the frequent kidnappings which lead to the the discovery of mangled sacrifices must mean that these demons have been calling upon their Dark Gods for some unknown purpose. The village has done nothing particularly devastating, and they are only a small community of farmers and such. The only reason they can think of is that the Orb of Souls has gone missing from the wizard's tower, something that held the souls of the dead in order to protect them from being sold or feasted upon by the demons. Now that the Orb has gone missing, the Elders fear that the demons that lie below the surface have decided it is time to take harvest of the townspeople. Being ill-prepared for this threat, the local thieve's guild has been asked to recover the Orb which has been located by the church to be in the town of Rivermist, a town known for the eery fog that coats the ground at night and the vast amounts of undead vampires roaming the area. The church believes that the vampires may be trying to take the souls of others in order to live once again, to enjoy the freedom they once had in their past life. There has been an estimated limit before the demons will rise in force to take the entire town, and before the undead from the neaigboring Rivermist will wage war on those same demons which had once taken their souls from them when the became undead. The thieve's have one week, and they have only the aid of a few other townsfolk who are willing to help... The local militia is frightened however and will not lift a finger except to protect their own town, so perhaps some oursiders may be of use. But... being a thieve's guild, can they be trusted to not backstab their town once the Orb has been recovered? (It's somewhat on the fly, but i hope it turns out all right)

Mwahaha! I reserve the rights to my evil laughter! I beat Peredhil to the birthday thing, but he's probably sleep right now... Well then it's your birthday today Dare I guess 18? No way! I think i know you and in fact I do So I wish a happy 18th to you! Maybe you'll go to an amusement park... Well, in any case, happy birthday Nyyark! Yeah... I beat you Mr. Peredhil... hee hee. No hard feelings I hope.

I rather like the reference to the Robin Hood spoof... nice touch Mr. Peredhil, sir. Love is the only emotion that has no defined description. Love is the misunderstood happiness. Love... is what you make of it. (and I do really agree that it is the most misused word by a good deal of people. I hope I don't misuse it... >'< )