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At the top of the world
watching over time
over flows of burning earth
there stands, gnarled and beautiful
the Guardian of many lives-
hidden by the mists of time
touched by the rays of a new dawn
crown of flowers that knows no fear. -
Open to anyone who wants to try!
This is the challenge: what poem would go with this pic?
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Tanny shimmered back into her human form, ignoring Degorram's suddenly curious expression - they hadn't really had a chance to become more than acquaintances before they'd both decided to thread their own paths away from the busiest rooms of the Pen, and Tanny did know that most of the Keep's folk was more used to seeing her in her wolf form.
It's a more fun one for most occasions, she mused to herself while waving at the two giant rodents and going to a table on the corner, making herself comfortable there.
She had been away from the Keep for a long time, one path leading to another and yet another, until the journey had become her routine and her life. At points she had missed the old Keep, but the tracks she followed had always turned to be interesting, and challenging. And so, memories had faded enough that she hadn't truly felt a need to return to her old home.
Until something pulled at her. She wasn't sure exactly what, but she had felt a sudden need awaken, old ties coming to life and telling her that she could, maybe, go back to see what had befallen the Keep. It had been a long journey, and she had finally opened the door to her old quarters in the middle of a dark, moonless night. The Keep had been utterly asleep at that point, with just faint echoes of someone working in the inner chambers. But she had learned to be careful, and had decided to wait while exploring in the way she enjoyed most - unseen, unheard, lurking in the shadows while veiled by the Elements she Wove.
Then Peredhil was also there. I suppose one day I should ask him what happened... but then, this has always been his home away from Home. He glanced at the table where the Half-Elf and Mynx - his wife, now - were, and shook her head. Definitely lots of adventures away from the Keep.
She reached for the wine, sipping at it thoughtfully.
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And with the fire, and the meager meal they managed to cook from the few supplies they’d salvaged, there came the stories. (Inevitable, almost - someone had finally noticed Derrik wasn’t with them anymore.) Old legends related to the area they were in, some of them definitely fearsome.
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Dancing the samba after two bottles of whisky
the Captain of the ship snickered most lewdly
eyeing the hips that moved like a ship
caught in the waves of oncoming storm
Dancing the samba after two bottles of whisky
the Captain gulped, and looked up
his partner’s eyes were stormy as the gale
that sank his ship and sealed his fate.
Dancing the samba after two bottles of whisky
wasn’t as wise as he thought it was
the gale came, and the storm came,
and as his ship had done, he sank to the ground.
New line: Chicken feathers
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The sounds from the ocean were deafening. Waves crashed against stone, mixing their groans to the thunder, to the creaking of wood. The storm darkened the world, and the torn, once-white sails of the ship caught on the sharp edges of the rocks as they were shoved against the cliff.
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Note: Old versions of this activity, first idealized by Solivagus, can be found at the Vaults (original and version 2.0).
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Basics: open roleplay (anyone can join); each post must be under 50 words.
This is expected to be a fun, challenging roleplay. A few guidelines apply:
- all posts under 50 words. Contractions count as one word.
- for the sake of challenge, please avoid posting twice in a row with the sole purpose of getting more words in...
- feel free to work on character(s), background, new events, etc. to further the story being told
- be courteous; characters shouldn't be hijacked without consulting their writer
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short OOC (out-of-character) comments clearly marked and separated from the text are okay
- there's usually no need for an OOC thread at the Greenroom; if necessary, we might set one later.
Have fun! RP starts next post
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This has been a very popular and enjoyable activity, having created lots of interesting poetry in its own time. You can find the original thread, started by Cryptomancer, in the Vaults.
The idea is simple: someone gives you a line, and you use it as the first line of a poem. Then you give a new line for the next one to come.
Old lines can be reused if you wish, but ideally you should still leave your own line as a courtesy for the next one!
So here's mine, to kickstart the activity =)
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Line: History has no end (thanks, Mynx!)
History has no end
no beginning, no course
it's a stream that branches,
bends and splits
- wayward child
of whimsical gods.
New line: Chasing trouble
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Carnival Activities
Note: these are poems that were once posted as their own threads in the Banquet Room. Poetry that was posted within a 'master tread' at Carnivals can be found here.
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Dreamless Night [This poem started as a repetition exercise, for the Summer Solstice Carnival]
(Jul 22 2004)
Cold.
When did it settle, blanketing life?
Where has it gone, the warmth of fire?
Cold.
Sheets of ice whiten the land
Encasing softness in crystal armor
The wind blows, constant and arid
Keeping the desert of cold existence.
Nothing touches the dreamless night
Settling around the wounded core
Cold protects and keeps at bay
The battering rams of an invisible world.
Cold is what exists
Cold is what protects
Cold is what breathes within
Cold is the fate that waits beyond.
Does the fire still exist,
That burns away the winter veil
Thaws the ice and bans the cold?
Lizard-y (Jul 14, 2005) [An activity for the Summer '05 Carnival]
The little Teddy
- a bear so nice -
looked around in puzzled confusion.
It looked like an island
- a blue sea all around,
a yellow sun up in the sky,
and a friendly lizard waving at him.
So nice in his yellow shirt,
so smily in his curiosity,
so lost in this small island,
the little Teddy Bear blinked,
hearing the strong accent
- the hiss from his new friend.
"Little friend, I'm sorry"
said Teddy to the lizard,
"But understand you I cannot..."
And the lizard jumped and hissed
squirmed and danced
pointing its tail at Teddy's shirt
- brightly mirroring the yellow sun
and the yellow of the lizard's skin.
"Sorry still I am, little friend..."
sighed Teddy, squinting at the yellow reflex
of the sun on the sea
"Your accent is strong, understand I cannot..."
And the lizard danced, and hissed,
from between its teeth
"yellow" came, a hissed word.
And Teddy smiled, and nodded
seeing the yellow of the sand
of the lizard
of the sun and his t-shirt.
And lost in the accent
so strong, so hissy,
so lizardy,
he sat down to talk
to understand why yellow
was so important for this fellow.
[Task: create a story with some elements:
- A teddy bear somewhere in the piece.
- The colour yellow figuring prominently.
- A "main" character (loosely defined) with a strong accent.
- Taking place on an island. ]
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~2007~
Liquid Sunshine (Feb 12, 2007)
sheet of rain
veiling the land
cooling the air
soothing the heart
sunrays dance
shy and frail
twirling around
watery arrows
golden light
shining through
wispy clouds
and pearly curtain
sunshine bright
merging with rain
in my cupped hands
- liquid sunshine.
Ouroboros (Sep 8, 2007)
It goes full circle
from beginning to end
from black to white
from midnight to dawn
spring through winter
or fall through summer
a needle that threads
the fabric of illusions
circle of life
of death and undeath
breathing into the night
breathing out of the light
weaving the enchantment that binds
breaking the keystone that holds
back to infinite singularity
back to singular infinities.
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~2006~
Big White (Feb 17, 2006)
White, soft,
blanketed in wind,
cold and alluring
- dangerous temptation
draws the eyes
grips the heart:
rushing past
a fading world,
drunk exhilaration
on the edge of control
- steep slopes
where speed rules,
fear hiding
from the joy of living.
Amorphous (Apr 16, 2006)
Blurring the edges, translucent flow
filling, expanding - restraints gone
flickering and changing, fading away
black and white into amorphous gray.
Giggling softly in surreal suspension,
undefined wisps in silvery traces
scatter slowly into gentle light
merging again into amorphous shade.
Spheres (Aug 13, 2006)
sphere of darkness
sphere of madness
swirling black
pulsing red
uncontrolled feelings
feeding on fear
growing on nightmares
of feverish mind
tendrils of warmth
wisps of fire
reaching out
from grayed core
wrapping the orb
of glowing insanity
dispelling wraiths
of balance lost
sphere of darkness
involved in light
sphere of madness
drained by fever
spheres incomplete
fading away
sent back to timeless void
held outside
by burning light.
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~2005~
Blown Away (Apr 24, 2005)
Words come and go
blown away by the wind
running down in the rain
fading out in the sun.
Nothing remains
but the scrabblings of a child
who in innocence believed once
that the quill created worlds.
Ink wasted on paper
that holds lies as much as truths
transforming dreams in useless babbling
deceiving hearts and living on dellusions.
Summer Class (May 8, 2005)
"Es, the first to be born,
responds to need, relates to pleasure..."
Pleasure...
The mind wanders, rolling the word,
while eyes seek the sun outside
through the window which bars life,
to teasing Summer just out of reach.
Responds to need...
The heart sighs, the eyes close
the need for rest, the breeze's caress,
coming first into a tired mind
rocked into sleep by droning words...
"... but the Ich is able to see the impulse
and balance it against reality..."
Reality...
Eyes that open, suddenly reminded
of painful reality that comes with tests.
Summer's grinning, but before it settles
there are weeks of torturing lessons.
Impulse...
Why would it be so bad
to accept the lure of the inviting smile,
the sunrays coming, carving the shadows,
pushing away the cheerless winter?
"Über-Ich, the moral part
the conscience that dictates right and wrong..."
Moral...
The word strikes hard
in a mind half gone,
jarring it back
into hard reality.
Right...
School needs to be attended,
lessons must be learned,
no sleeping and no lazing
when there's so much to be done.
... and wrong...
But why, o why
is it wrong to dream,
to long for rest, and respite,
when Summer's out there?
Random Words (Dec 20, 2005)
Puppy
Playing
running
chasing a tail
fluffy ball of restless energy
Yapping
jumping
suddenly yawning
curling up in innocent sleep
Looking
begging
puppy-eyes
"Be my friend, let's play?"
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Eyeball
Staring
unseeing
reddish tint
scaring the unwary
Lidless eyeball
grinning teeth
untainted white
Halloween skellie.
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P?
P for poke
P for ponder
P for pesky
P for pastry...
Such a mix
so many options
life's not easy
- an alphabet soup.
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Butterfly
Soft kisses
inebriated by scent
fluttering away
following the wind
Colors in the sun
flashing gently
wings carrying
a lonely butterfly.
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Cookies
Crunchy
chocolate-y
yummmmmmmy...
Crumbling pieces
of tempting delicacy
homemade cookies.
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Coterie
Stalking along
folowing the leader
finding the Haven
under the night
Brothers by blood
consumed in secrecy
Brothers by fate
embracing undeath.
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Hearth
Dancing happily
at crackling sounds
dressed in reds
oranges and yellows
Warmth spreading
as a lover's blanket
full of life
of fiery desires.
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Oohh, it's been a while! Sign me up as the town idiot
. Possibly with a drinking history, but he's left that behind him now. Very definitely behind him. The last time he got drunk... but we don't talk about that. Nobody talks about that...LOL
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I have not participated in all, but here follows an Index to the Werewolf games.
~List of Werewolf Games~Title Theme Moderator WW I Back to Romania An isolated village DeanTheAdequate WW II Land of the Rising Moon Feudal Japan DeanTheAdequate WW III The Case of Garnavon Hall Sherlock Holmes Tanuchan WW IV Attack of the Atomic Space Werewolves SF of the 50's Vahktang WW V Werewolf Ho-o! Oregon Trail Gnarlitch WW VI School Days High School Degenero Angelus WW VII World War Toon Cartoon characters DeanTheAdequate WW VIII Institute for the Mentally Unbalanced Mental asylum Katzaniel WW IX It's a party! Reunion Party (old WW characters) MeThinksUFoolish/Tanuchan WW X And then they were none Agatha Christie Lady Celes Crusader WW XI Salem Witch Trials [/td] Merelas WW XII Mafia! Vahktang WW XIII Halloween '04 special edition for Halloween Tanuchan WW XIV The Valley of the Kings Mummies Lady Celes Crusader WW XV The Name of the Rose Umberto Eco's book Tanuchan WW XVI Star Wolf Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic Degenero Angelus WW XVII Pulp Wolf SF TV serials of the 60's Tanuchan WW XVIII Isle of the Damned Penal Colony Kasmandre WW XIX Prom Night! Mynx WW XX WWXXRLTV Survival spoof Katzaniel WW XXI The Sand Harbor Homicides Serial Killers Quincunx WW XXII A Post-nuclear Werewolf game Venefyxatu WW XXIII The Succession of Chaos Roger Zelazny's Amber Gryphon WW XXIV Winter's Heart An isolated village Tanuchan WW XXV Wolf of the Dunes Frank Herbert's Dune Patrick Durham WW XXVI Vannacutt Point Ski resort Mynx WW XXVII Wolf of the Rings The Lord of the Rings Tanuchan WW XXVIII The Runaway Jury Akallabeth WW XXIX Looney Wolf Cartoons Sweetcherrie WW XXX Werewolf BEE-ATCH! free RP (Scarlet Pen) Wyvern WW XXXI Recording the Wolf music studio Ayshela WW XXXI Recording the Wolf:take two music studio Ayshela WW XXXII WereWolves of the Calla S. King's The Dark Tower Mynx WW XXXIII Wolf Masquerade Vampire: The Masquerade Patrick WW XXXIV Artistic Rivalries Art gallery Ayshela WW XXXV Back to the Village [td]Patrick WW XXXVI Hallowolf Halloween Mynx WW XXXVII Toys R Wolves Christmas at a toy store Tanny WW XXXVIII Man and Superman The Matrix Ozymandias WW XXXIX A Feast for Wolves G. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire Patrick WW XL Back to Basics the basic village setting... Mynx WW XLI Happy Wolf Christmas Christmas at Santa's Factory Tanny WW XLII Gadget Wolf gadgets Tanny
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~List of Works~
ROLE-PLAY(oldest first) Title Forum Character Werewolf Vol.I: Back to Romania Conservatory Tanny the barmaid Werewolf II: Land of the Rising Moon Conservatory Shimizu Akane Werewolf III: The Case of Garnavon Hall Conservatory moderator Werewolf IV: Attack of the Atomic Space Werewolves Conservatory Terri Mini-Saga Conservatory Laranta; unfinished Werewolf Ho-o! (Werewolf V) Conservatory Amanda Tannison The Return of the Improv Thread Conservatory Rialla; unfinished Werewolf VI (School Days) Conservatory Arielle Werewolf VII: World War Toon Conservatory Peepi The Quincuinox Conservatory [/td] [td]Werewolf IX (It's a party!) Conservatory reprising Amanda Tannison Werewolf X: And then they were none Conservatory Anna Raven Salem Witch Trials (Werewolf XI) Conservatory Anne Arthur Pen Hallowe'en Party Conservatory Tanuchan Mafia! (Werewolf XII) Conservatory Saria "The Black Widow" Larani Werewolf XIII: Halloween '04 Conservatory moderator/Tanuchan The Crossing Conservatory Tanuchan, unfinished The Valley of the Kings (Werewolf XIV) Conservatory Nehrathi Missing... Conservatory Tanuchan, unfinished Werewolf XV: The Name of the Rose Conservatory moderator Werewolf XVI: Star Wolf Conservatory Mira Raiglan Werewolf XVII: Pulp Wolf Conservatory moderator Werewolf XVIII: Isle of the Damned Conservatory Lilah LeCureux Werewolf XXII: A Post-nuclear Werewolf game Conservatory Kyraine Morgan The Summer Carnival Beauty Pageant Cabaret Tanny-wolf, Thomas the Minstrel The Succession of Chaos (Werewolf XXIII) Conservatory Katelyn of Minobee Lost... Room of No Return Tanuchan WW XXIV: Winter's Heart Conservatory moderator; Lillen WW XXV: Wolf of the Dunes Conservatory Rahnia WW XXVI: Vannacutt Point Conservatory Annelise Berger WW XXVII: Wolf of the Rings Conservatory moderator Flying Lesson Conservatory Carnival activity; co-written with Venefyxatu and Panther WW XXIX: Looney Wolf Conservatory Niko WW XXXI: Recording the Wolf Conservatory Vanessa Lochmond WW XXXII: WereWolves of the Calla Conservatory Taleena Clearwater WW XXXIII: Vampire: Wolf Masquerade Conservatory Lilah Lestrand WW XXXIV: Artistic Rivalries Conservatory Cornelia Chesterfield WW XXXV: Back to the Village Conservatory Olayna Nolan WW XXXVI: Hallowolf Conservatory Danelle Cortéz WW XXXVII: Toys R Wolves Conservatory mod
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~2004~
Seasons (Feb 13 2004)
Autumn comes
brings change
colors fade
feelings strong.
Chill winds
around me
cold skies
Winter comes.
Sweet breeze
dripping sounds
Spring comes
love grows.
Sunny blue
children play
slow river
Summer comes.
Irony (Apr 22 2004)
War.
Enemies.
But who do we fight
If not ourselves
Our fears and our despair
Looking at faces
That could be our own?
What do we defend
If not our friends
That could be them
If just better known?
For peace we fight
For peace we kill
For peace we bury.
The irony of war.
Me, beloved orange? [Citrus Sympathizer contest] (May 19 2004)
This came up for the Citrus Sympathizer contest , which in turn came from the Citrus Crooner one . As I kept to verse, I opted for posting it here at Banquet. Hope you have some fun reading it.
The lines in italics are from Katzaniel's original poem (Citrus Crooner).
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O shining sphere of radiant orangeness!
"Huh? Who's that?"
I blink my sleepy eyes
(Unseen eyes of course)
And seem to discern
The shape of a human
And odd, adoring eyes.
O smooth hard surface, so round and right!
"Hehe... Hey, that tickles!"
A finger touches my skin
So softly that I giggle
(Unheard giggle that it is)
It follows my round body
And suddenly I'm held
Cupped in a loving hand.
O crisp tangy aroma to erase all sorrows!
"Don't sniff so loud, you'll make me deaf!"
Sniffing around my skin
So loud my ears hurt
(Don't try to find them, they're my secret)
Now upside down I am
And dizzy I get
Can you please turn me up again?
O shining sphere of radiant perfection.
"Ah... this is better...and thanks for the extra height"
Held so high, I blink in delight
It's been some time I saw things from any height
(I wish I had wings to fly me back to my tree)
It doesn't seem much for you
Always many feet from the ground
But poor me! I almost forgot the beauty of heights.
The way you languish in the sun's rays,
Letting the warmth outline your shadow on the table.
"Yeah, a sunbath is so good..."
Feeling the warmth of the sun
I stretch and relax
(Can't you feel my skin thinning?)
You know, I've never noticed
How beautiful my shadow is
...As beautiful as myself?
The way you look at me so coolly,
Although you move not there is a subtle shake of head.
"Well, you do seem to be getting smarter..."
You seem to know how to make me happy
But I'm nodding and not shaking my head
(Well, actually you're holding me sideways...)
See, now I'm looking at you
Trying to be fair and decide
If you do deserve my smile and my thanks.
But you woo the others,
Lying incautiously amidst the apples in their skins.
"No, not back there... please!"
Low in the basket again...
You are pretty insensitive, I see!
(And I dared to hope a human would understand)
The apples are so naive
No roughness and no tang
Don't put me with them!
With your ever imprudent stare,
You seem to be stroking the grapes with your cheek.
"Who else would I stroke, tell me?"
It's nice to rub and feel
Those smooth skins against mine
(Sure you know that?)
These purple sisters are always nice
Smiling and whispering politely
They know how to show respect!
O why must you disdain me, shining sphere?
"You ask me, after what you've done?"
What a whiny creature
Not even aware of her ways
(With such a big head, there's room for more brains!)
First praising, and adoring
Giving the height, and the sun
... To throw me back into a basket?
O why am I like nothing to your whims?
O why can't you just acknowledge my tokens?
"You almost got my heart..."
I blink again, sighing
Wondering at the longing
(Why, oh why am I here, and alone?)
Looking again at the apples
And the sisterhood of grapes
Where is my kin, my mother-tree?
O why must my love shatter against the hard edge of your perfect indifference?
"You just don't understand."
And now I remember
Why I slept
(Should never have woken)
To dream of love
Of perfect life
And Citrus family.
Page (Jun 1 2004)
Looking at that big book
I get lost over the alphabet...
The mirror helps me
P-A-G-E... ah, that's it.
"...both sides of a sheet of paper..."
Books are lovely
Stories they tell
Worlds they show
Feelings they share
"... boy servant..."
To serve is important
To learn, and to teach
Humility as an example
Of the strength of a heart.
"... to call aloud for..."
The distracted, the lost
The waiting and others
Paging is what they need
To go along with life.
What's this?
P-A-G-E-A-N-T
I'm part of it...
"... splendid public show..."
Opportunity to laugh
To talk and have fun
Pageants give chance
To having new experience
The small set of letters
Smiles in delight
Closing the dictionary
Looking at the mirror
It puffs its chest
And looks very proud
For meaning so much
In just four letters
Test Day (Oct 8, 2004)
Heads bowed over creamy desks,
blank stares at the low ceiling,
nervous glances at restless friends:
what rushing thoughts come
on reading the ramblings of a devious mind?
Papers rustle in answer to sighs,
a glint of hope catches the eyes:
just the sun playing on pens
of tired students lost in the mysteries
of tests full of wondrous questions...
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QUILL QUEST - Poetic Portrais (part II)
~continuing~
Merelas
Fiery temper, liquid rage
Elven eyes hot in anger
Brillemire flares and enemies burst
Protecting his friends in burning faith.
Turning to nature, healing as gift
More power he has than meets the eye
Merelas en'Bella, half-elven, fire-elven
Fire that warms, protects, consumes.
Mynx
A robed figure bearing a scythe
Lurks in shadows, quietly listening
Wandering about with curious eyes
Flashes her paws with feline grace
Adeptly conjuring whatever she needs
Shaping energy but never the mind
Skilled with blades, defends her friends
(However beware when temper flares!)
Ozymandias
Blue hooded robe covers his armor
Akhenaton at his side in times of need
Arrogant king expelled by two gods
One for his faith, other for necromancy
In Terra he wandered and found new purpose
Reaching new land to love and protect
Powerful master, Phantasm Archmage
Quick to anger to defend his friends
Lover of irony, vodka, and coffee
The Steward of the Castle smiles and writes.
Elrond Peredhil
Half-Elven of ageless face
Warrior and Counsellor in a mythical past
Left the Undying Lands searching for his peace
Wandered through worlds until finding the Pen.
Compassionate guide, wise advisor
Offers his understanding, smiles, and hugs
Healing when it's needed, sharing his love
Politedly guiding and helping to grow.
Salinye Celestialgrace
Weary traveller arriving anew
A homely Hostel he sees from afar
Grace comes from the lady awaiting
Celestial in name, high-elven in shape.
Haunted in heart by shadows past
Powerful wizardess in her own right
Born to love and live in mirth
Ever playful, a caring friend.
(There's a story unraveling now
How she faces a dread Necromancer
The Keep rushes to help their friend
Will she win? - Go and read!)
Stephen Hascodem
bathed in light,
prowess coming
from sharpened skills...
A staff swings
- enemies fall
Arrows fly
- to never miss.
A fine humor,
a steady friend,
the ranger rests
(smokes and puffs)
feeling from earth
what he can't see.
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QUILL QUEST - Poetic Portrais (part I)
Mostly were originally posted in the second half of 2004.
These were also gradually added to even after my QQ, but I don't have the individual dates of posting anymore.
I have archived several version of these Portrais. These versions posted here should be the ones I chose to go 'live' at that time; if any of the recipients of these has another version, please do PM me so that I can correct or add the one originally posted!
Thanks
/Tanny
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The Portraits are in alphabetical order, and continue in the next post.
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Ayshela
Wood-elven maid, fair and fast
Wary of strangers though always gentle
Skilled fighter and magic user
Guardian by nature and heart's choice
Walks in shadows, ready to act
Kindness hiding a fierce protector
Loving heart lending support
Caring deeply for treasured friends.
Azuran
Subtle touch
serene look
wisdom hidden
by tender age -
an open heart,
a dear friend,
driven by the search
of comfort in knowledge.
Cryptomancer
A raven circles and lands softly
Pecking at a Coke with gleeful caws
Charming Mage who goes disguised
Using words as source of power
Silver wand scribbling symbols
Revealing to eyes the Raven's thoughts
Easy-going, tolerant man
Skilled in combat when words fail.
The Dreamer
Strands of grey hair whip in the wind
Escaping from the crown, a black iron band
Eyes ever-changing, liquid in color
Flicker with wisdom, power, madness.
Past long forgotten in deep slumber
Godslayer who chose to embrace Chaos
Wielding Pain, ghostly spirit in blade form
Walks the planes, Scourge of the Void
Tall and thin, scarred by many wars
The mortals he leaves to their narrow worlds.
Finnius
Napping under an oak tree
Dreams with ages past...
Saint of Terra Lost
Protecting friends as he can,
Mage of unknown skills.
Blue from old school crush,
Borrows names from time to time
Loving a good prank.
Awakened, he smiles:
Good-hearted and full of mirth,
Curious and friendly.
Gryphon
Ascendant lord, weaving Air
channeling magic into patterns of power
artisan and mage, friend and foe
balancing skill and fierce strength.
Leader and follower of challenging paths
faithful mate of a feline beauty
smiles and works, weaves and casts
wielding with care leylines in the air
- noble heart driving actions,
gentle soul protecting and caring.
Gwaihir...
Unwary visitors find surprised
A beautiful garden behind the Pen
Shyly screened by protecting trees
Every seed finds a chance
Even weeds will find their spot.
Keener to plants than life outside
Gwaihir the gardener, soft-hearted elf,
Talks to plants to know their mind
Absent-mindedly kneeling in the dirt
Letting green magic flow with skill.
... and the Wiggly Cabbages
Wiggly Cabbages help and guard
Sending thoughts to find new friends
Always talking and relaying news
Iridescent beauty found by chance
Enemies they move or shock away.
Gyrfalcon No'Dessun and Daryl Carnsilion
Roaming the forests looking for danger
Fiercely defending his friends and the Pen
Cheerful Ranger but deadly enemy
In past ages a powerful Archmage
Redemptio, his blade, a sign of redeeming
Immortal half-elven enjoying mortal lands.
A moment of peace and deserved rest
The Coutyard invites a relaxing mood
A Ranger thinks, writes and smiles,
Draped on his stomach a werefox dreams.
Gentle sun reflecting on pen
Playing on fur of sleeping fox
Golden eyes in cunning face
Quick of hand and light of heart
Changing in shape but not in mind
Loyal friend to faithful Ranger.
Katzaniel
A tiger in hiding, studying her grounds
Prowling about in forests unknown
Adventurous spirit split in two souls
Man and feline in hybrid form.
Sharp and arrogant, meek and intelligent
The tiger leads, the man speaks
Spear in hand, speed in paws
A cat sometimes, Katzaniel observes
The tigertaur smiles, waits and works.
(A promise was made to the Pen long ago
Not to eat who applies and a friend becomes
Fear not her hunger unless otherwise
And even in this case love can be found.)
Leif the Bunny
Blurred grey with glints of steel
meets the eye in a practicing ground:
a bunny and an ogre feint and parry,
grunting and laughing in their friendship.
Chivalric code engraved on his heart,
steadfast friend under his bunny guise,
to help his village and protect his own
adventures he'll meet with courage and skill.
Once a protector of a mighty king,
He also offers warmth and brew:
come to the Ogre's Breath
and enjoy the beer, wine and stew.
Lord Panther
Under the hooded cloak
concealed in frayed robes
sparks the flame
of skill never lost.
Warrior of many wars,
loyal and fierce
Fire is his element,
honour, his code -
a mage from old times,
diplomat in many lands,
prowler of Terra lost.
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This thread is for the only purpose of reposting a few of my old works that were once at the Pen. It should be actually at the Vault, but since that's a read-only forum, I'm placing this at the 'live' Banquet.
If you feel like commenting, you're welcome to - however, please be aware that these are technically Archived works, and I don't have any intention of revisiting them other than posting here.
Thank you!
/Tanny
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"Certainly! I'd like very much to hear about the trouble you've been getting into lately..." Grinning, Tanny nosed her feline friend's side. "I think I've taken care of most of those 404 doors - whatever they are; at least in the halls of the main rooms. I suspect we'll find more of them when we go back to exploring the old passageways around the Keep though..."
Mynx huffed. "I don't get into trouble, Wolf! You make it sound like I'm a troublemaker!"
"Nope. Not at all." Giggling to herself, Tanny schooled her face. "Trouble always found you without the need of any special effort from your part, after all. Like when you decided to go werewolf-hunting long ago..."
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Mrr... ^.^
... Shakes self.
Stop that, Peredhil... you know I completely melt down when you do that... >.>
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Uh-oh.... o.O
Tanny backs up carefully, leaving in a hurry - not quite running. Behind her, the parchment with Mynx's announcement floats down to the desk, bearing now a pawprint after Peredhil's name.
Ehm... I'm in. Eyes Peredhil carefully.
I'll die if I end up being the wolf. Period.
List Of Current Open Activities
in Cabaret Room
Posted · Edited by Tanuchan
updated
Trotting quietly up to the place in the Cabaret Room where announcements were usually posted, a black wolf looked around and paused, seeming to ponder where best to place the roll of parchment currently in her mouth. Looking up and finding a likely spot amid old, faded posters, she flowed back into her human form and started clearing the board, neatly putting away the old announcements for later review and, maybe, archiving.
Then, rolling out the parchment she had brought, Tanny nailed it in place then flowed back into her Otherself, leaving the room as quietly as she had come.
Welcome Traveler! Whether you are new to the Keep, or an old friend coming back, or one of us who call this place Home, you're welcome to visit the many Rooms of The Pen Keep. In some of them, you'll find activities and challenges open to anyone willing to give them a try. To make sure that you won't miss any that you might be interested in, there follows their location!
Feel free to add your own challenge/activity in any of the rooms, and we'll keep this list as updated as we can. The only requirement is that the activity is open to every and all who pass through these Halls.