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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

Lord Panther

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  1. John was suddenly quite ashamed of living in this town. An innoncent, at least in the ways of the murders, young girl had been killed. He knew that his fellow townsfolk only had the survival of the town in mind, but still, were they really listening to reason? Knowing full well, that Annie's father would be visiting him for a coffin for his little angel, John goes to the back of his shop and pulls out some of the more expensive and fine wood that he has stashed away. Annie's father would insist on the best, and getting any better than this at this time of year would be next to impossible.
  2. The best belated birthday wishes from myself as well. I hope it was enjoyable. Panther smiles over at Wyvern, making a mental note to put all his musical instruments into "storage".
  3. News of the newest murder reached John in his workshop, through its way of the village grapevine. He was saddened to hear that Granny had been the target of the wolves. She had gone through the experience of werebeasts once before and survived, why did they claim her now? Did they, for some reason, fear her? Couldn't be, why would anyone fear such a sweet old lady. From what he had heard, Karen was making a spectacle of herself once again at the scene. Throwing out accusations, right, left and center. John wondered if she would even accuse herself, if the circumstances were right. John was still suspicious of her, something just wasn't right. And it wasn't the fact that murders were happening in this normally quiet town. That was never right, but was also very clear to everyone. No matter who the killer truely was, John was not enjoying the sudden boom in business in the middle of winter. Coffins, although relatively easy, were not his favorite craft. Nonetheless, he put his time in, making sure that each one was something special, something fit for the person being put to rest in it. (OOC: vote for Katzaniel/Karen Zahn)
  4. Deep in thought at his workbench, John almost didn't hear Tsal arrive, if it had not been for the sqeek in his door. Smiling at the young man, he welcomes him into the shop. "Hi Tsal, how are you?" asked John, knowing full well that no one was themselves right now, in light of the events of the past couple days. "Have you used up the scraps of wood you got for your carving already?" "Yes sir, I have. I was just wondering if I could get some more" Tsal replied. Tsal and John go through the scraps of wood that John has amassed over the different projects he has done. All the while discussing the events, and wondering to each other who had the capacity to commit such crimes. About an hour into their discussion, John had a realization in the events that were going on. He didn't let this on to Tsal, who was explaining the finer points of who he suspected. John feigned that he had a lot of work to do, so that he could get Tsal out of the shop so that he could ponder his realization alone. Once Tsal was stocked up with scraps and on his way, John went over with himself what he had come to realize. The itch that was at the back of his brain had been scratched, and he now realized what had been bugging him. Karen had been way too cool at the scenes of murder. He knew that she was having training as a doctor, but it takes years to get rid of skiddish in the presence of death. The only way she could be so cool at those scenes, in John's mind, was if she already knew what she would be looking at... OOC: vote for Karen/Katzaniel
  5. Also raising his glass to his long time friend, Panther too toasts with Madoka. Glad to see her return, a broad smile covers his face. Walking up to her, smile still plastered on his face, Panther bows deeply to his samaurai companion. "Good to see you, old friend!"
  6. John's nightmares had come true. They were not done with this killing, and the werebeast had once more struck in the night. This time, the beast had made its way inside a building, instead of killing in the open outdoors. This can not be good for anyone in the town. After Annie's little stunt of trying to worm her way to seeing the body, John's shin was a little sore, but he didnt' think that a corpse was the best spectacle for a young mind. Surveying the crowd carefully, wondering to himself who could do such things, and two nights in a row, John felt something itching at the back of his brain. Something begging to come forward, something that didn't sit right in his gut. Work always helps John concentrate, so once again, he goes back to his workshop silently, leaving the gawking to the rest of the townsfolk. There was wood that needed shaping and thinking that had to be done. Maybe Tsal would stop by for some more chunks of wood, and the two of them could have a palaver about the happenings of late. Maybe he could convince Tsal to become an apprentice and use his skills with wood in a way that would touch even more people. (OOC: no vote yet)
  7. John couldn't help but feel guilty. They had lynched an innocent man. A man who deserved to live. With this on his mind, John decided it was best for him to go back to his workshop instead of going to the inn for his supper. Back in his shop, John locked himself in, threw a few more scraps of wood on the fire and decided to do some finishing work on some of the chairs he had been working on. Maybe the work would help ease his mind. He could always find something to eat around here, even if it wouldn't be as tasty as the fare at the inn. After a few hours work, John's mind had wandered elsewhere, like back to who had really had committed the murder, as well as how safe any of them were in the town, really. With this on his mind, John decides that his body needs some sleep, so he climbs up to his loft to get into bed, hoping that a decent night's sleep will clear his mind, and that all this will be behind them tomorrow.
  8. Well, I can definately relate. For my graduation (and all graduations around here), the limosine companies force people to buy packages of like $1200+ for what would normally cost maybe $250-$350 depending on the company. I and my friends were lucky to find one of the few companies that doesn't believe in this sort of thing, so we got away quite lucky. I have heard rumour that this gouging has been deemed illegal here, but that may just be my hopes getting going. Best wishes to your sister, and I hope the rest of the planning goes smoothly.
  9. Being awoken from his slumber by all the screams of terror, John quickly dresses himself and makes his way out of his loft and out through his workshop to see what all the fuss is about. Joining the amassing group, he sees for himself that there has been a murder in town. A rather gruesome one at that. "Well, I guess I'll be working on a new coffin today. Just the thing I always enjoy." John says in his overly sarcastic way of trying to lighten the mood just a little. Not being the first time he has seem death, John sees no reason to linger about. On his stroll back to his workshop, he can't help but think who would do such a thing. Who would have the killing capabilities, and who would be able to make it look like whatever they wanted it to look like. One name pops into his head. Adam. As much as Adam is now a blacksmith, he used to be a good hunter and woodsman. He would have the knowledge of beasts and their killing habits. As much as he would hate to accuse a fellow craftsman, it still lingers in his mind. (OOC: vote for Adam/Giles Jordan)
  10. Looking Tsal over quickly and smiling, John finishes putting the last of the nails that he will be needing in to the sacks he has with him. He walks over to the smith's counter and pays for the goods and turns back to Tsal. "I'm sure we can find something, young man. When you're done with the smith here, come over to my shop and we'll see what suitable scraps we can find for you to work with." John smiles again to Adam and Tsal before making his way back through the cold to the warmth of his own workshop.
  11. With a puff of woody air and sawdust, John bursts out of his workshop into the cold of the snow. Mumbling something about the cold and his aching knees, he makes his way slowly down the street to the blacksmith's. Not normally liking to venture out into the cold if he can help it, John only comes out for the necessities. Today, the necessity is replenishing his stock of various sizes of nails that he may need for his winter's projects. Maybe he should enquire about some new chisels too... Absently brushing the sawdust from his hair, he makes his way insite to the warmth of the blacksmith's.
  12. Ok, I'm gonna give this a shot...if its not too late... I apologize ahead of time if I mess it up too bad. Alright... a name... how about John. Yeah, John. John is the town carpenter. He can do almost anything with wood, be it houses, cupboards or coffins and everything in between. In the winter months, he prefers the warmth of his workshop to working on new houses, as he is getting older, and the cold doesn't treat him as well as a young man. Being so devoted to his work, he lives alone in a loft above his workshop, but welcomes customers and friends to visit his shop to see his latest works or to catch up on the news of the town. (hope that's alright... if anyone sees anything that I should change, just point it out to me.)
  13. Panther smiles at his friends who have gathered here to celebrate his birthday with him. He also looks over the gifts that were brought by his friends and takes the time to thank each person with a "thanks" and a hug. "Thank you guys for coming. It was a good day, and always made better by good friends. Thakn you!"
  14. Congratulations! I hope you're both exceedingly happy.
  15. Merry Christmas to you too, Signe. I hope you're enjoying the, interesting, weather over there last night.
  16. Panther pokes his head in through the doorway of the recruiter's office to see two of his friends in converstation. "Hey Azuran! Nice trinkets you have there. But anyways, its good to see you in these walls old friend. Sorry I can't stick around and wait for Wyvern with ya, but I have some business to attend to. If I run into the lizard, I'll be sure to send him this way for ya. See you guys later." Panther heads off down the hall, seemingly engulfed in thought about something...
  17. A little awestruck and surprised, Panther makes his way up to the stage, dodging the flying mud. He looks over the gathered pennites, with eyes of wonderment. After bowing deeply to those gathered, he quietly clears his throat to speak. "Thank you everyone for this honour. I look forward to working with more of you in the future." Panther steps back and looks over the crowd once more, before making his way over to the rather tread upon elder to help him from under his oversized doughnut.
  18. I hope that your battle goes well, and that you are victorious! Seriously tho, I hope you get it fixed up and back online soon. We'll miss you until you return.
  19. the answer to that riddle is simply "nothing"... My thunder comes before the lightning; My lightning comes before the clouds; My rain dries all the land it touches. What am I?
  20. Happy birthday to all those named. May you have many more coming...
  21. Oi, glanced right over the spelling mistake... must be all the trash emails I read for work each day rotting my brain....
  22. quite interesting.... what was the size of this torrent?
  23. Into the room wanders Panther, cloaked in his usual dark mage robes. With his hood pulled back and his nose extended, he seems to be following a scent. Judging by the perplexed look on his face, it must be a new scent to him. Upon seeing Wyvern talking with another large cat, Panther realizes that he has been smelling a newcomer to the Pen. Seeing the gleam of geld dancing in Wyvern's eyes, he decides to cut in to say hello to the new initiate. "Greetings to both of you! Um, Wyvern, I think your presence may be required in your office. I overheard a couple people inside talking about opening an Almost-Dragonic retail store in the next county over..." With the prospect of piles of geld dancing in his head, Wyvern darts out in the direction of his office, almost taking out a few pennites with his wildly swinging tail. "Well, now that you're safe, allow me to introduce myself. I am Lord Panther a resident feline mage. You'll find a few more of us felines around, with their own stories to tell. I encourage you to seek them out."
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