Savage Dragon

thank you thank you, its been a long day of classmates who sing a little out of tune, friends punching me in the shoulder 17 times (+1 for good luck), but who's complaining? its nice to be recognized. Thank you

Savage Dragon had it again.... that funny feeling that.... He spun around. "Dang it," he said, "There he is again." he slammed his fists on the bar. “Ugh, that guy gives me the willies” “What guy?” asked the bartender, raising his eyebrows in a quizzical manner. “That guy over there,” Savage Dragon said, motioning with his shoulder. The bartender looked up to see a man sitting at a corner table, all alone, smoking a pipe and looking over assorted papers on the table in front of him. The bartender tried to see the man’s face, but he wore a cloak with the hood up. His face was masked in shadow, totally invisible. “I don’t recognize him,” he said raising his eyebrows even higher, “what’s his name?” “His name? Nobody knows…. He’s called the anonymous member. Every time I come here, he’s always there, watching us, making some posts, but never shows his face.” “How odd” “If you raise those eyebrows any higher, they’re going to fall off. Whoever that man is, he’ll always be here, watching… I’d be surprised if he ever showed himself.” :dragon4:

Here's a little quote from Dean's begining introducting to the game. notice anything interesting?? Hmmmm, a littel subliminal perhap? jeez even the mod was out to get me

Well, well, we have won at last. I dont know about you guys but im very proud of myself. I picked a very suspicous character and have been trying to survive the entire time. Lady Celes did a great job of not even appearing suspicous so i felt more free to have fun knowing that if i died she had a good chance of still winning. I've wanted the wolf PMs to be public from the start, since we started talking about wolf chronicles but i decided not to say anything cause i didnt want to appear like i knew to much. I look forward to playing in the next game and wish you all better luck next time :dragon4:

I am glad to hear you speak out, shijin-san, i feared that your death would soon lead to all of ours. my mind is so... unsure. I don't know who to vote for anymore. Hoshiko-san you've made a good point, but faced with death who wouldn't. Hisoka-san your accusation of one of the men i have seen as most likely innocent, is disturbing to me. you both seem like likely suspects, what we must remember that we must look for two killers tonight. a pair of killers is among us, and we must flush them out. I wouldn't be surprised if both of you might be the killers, but us who are innocent must stay together if we are to remian alive. so i will change my vote to Hisoka-san, following the lead of Shinjin-san, he who i most trust.

The sun was bright, the bags were packed and the horses were ready. All of the village had come out to say goodbye to the valiant warriors in the proper manner, waving flags, chanting names, and all that was expected from them. The king waved a great deal, held his sword above his head, and was smiling, always smiling. Lisyl sat on her chair on the balcony, waving back and wearing a plastered smile. Everyone was smiling. Th ceremony was underway. Over in the woods, seperate from the crowd, three other men were getting thier own bags ready. Weezle grumbled. "Everyone gets to take part in this great festival except for us." He said, "It's not fair." "Yea" said Gurth, the other man present. What he made up for skills with the sword, he lacked with brains. Kauble sighed, how many times must he say this? "We are to follow behind just a few hours after the main party leaves," He explained, "We don't want to be noticed so that we won't be expected in the event one more tries to join our party." "Lady Lisyl, right", Weezle muttered. "Right..." added Gurth, "I think..? But why would she want to join our party?" "Because women are finicky like that," Kauble said. "We just have to ensure she doesn't try to follow the group. If she does we escort her back, and then catch up to the King and the other men again" "Right... I still don't understand" "Oh, it doesn't matter, you are just here in case we have to kill something" "Right, I can do that" "Right," Kauble finished. :dragon4:

We need more options as far as skins go, only 3? some one should work on that. or you can just tell me to shut up about it if you want, im good at doing that

I appreciate the enthusiasm but its a little more complicated than what im looking for. I think i'll stick to good old RPing

The subtle fragrance fills my lungs, the taste swirls in my mouth, savory, rich, full. Swirling in the glass, it surrounds me. subtle fragrances, like the dew in the sunrise, fingers running through golden hair, a salty breeze on the beach subtle fragrances savory as a sirloin steak rich as an old miser’s widow full as a goose feathered pillow subtle fragrances from the finest countries, from the finest vineyards from the finest grapes to make the finest wines subtle fragrance oh crap, my dad’s home OOC: Just playing around. It really seems incomplete to me but let me know what you think. i really don't know too much about wine, being a minor and all. Maybe in a few years i'll have more to work with. :dragon4:

Do i have to apply to be a page after i become an innitiate? or are people just randomly selected by you guys. I haven't seen any info on this anywhere. All this talk about guilds and it doesn't reall get me excited just confused because i this is the first time i've heard about it. I must agree with the candy under the nose however. If your trying to get me to work harder to become a page, there is not much more excited i can get...legally. So let me know how the process works. Is it brought up at the weekly board meeting of Elders? by the way, how the heck do you get all of you guys inot one room without you killing one another?

Kinjiru-san strummed his fingers on the table. "If only...," he muttered "If only..." "Share with us your troubles, Kinjiru-san" Hoshhiko spoke up. "If only we could undo this week, I was going to say. We've made some huge mistakes that have resulted in the death of our friedns and perhaps ourselves. The baner was actually put to death by our own hand. I myself would have changed my vote had i known but i had already retired for the evening before he revealed his identity and i was unable to change my vote. We've followed the orders of our dead seer wih disasturous results. We've killed off all those who are silent, now we look at the reasons for thier silence and see that it almost proves them innocent. Many here i think would place thier vote on Shinjin-san today but i think it unwise. As the old saying goes, keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer. perhaps in this case the better word would be "prey". Those who we thought were lurking in the shadows have all along been lurking in the light. We must now point our fingers at those who have comforted us in our pain and been passive when we turned angry. I accuse you, Hoshhiko-san, you fit the bill perfectly, friend to all, drier of tears, patter of backs, killer in the night, i accuse you of being the vile creature that we have feared all this time.

Sawaton-san, as much as your accusation scares me, i will not beg for you to change your mind. Here we have already lost all reason and gut feeling is all that we have left to work with. I honor you for your choice but place my vote against you. I'm sorry, but i believe your time has come... may you find joy :dragon4:

Lord Iago, the seer... damn it all. Whoever the wolves are, they are playing us like puppets. And now that Iago is dead... Where does that leave for the rest of us? He didn't leave us with much. Yes, Shijin-san was the last person he accused, but it wasn't with much of a passion. I wonder if he actually knew who the wolves were. Still he had the best chance of any of us to get it right... Shijin-san I want you to have a chance to defend yourself, but right now... hurry, I won't place my vote yet but you are in grave danger. I know that I am being a little quick with the accusations and well, I’m tired of watching innocents die... we must act quickly before... I'm tired of all this death :dragon4:

Fable felt like letting out an evil laugh, the kind you heard in the movies, the really corny ones. By the really evil character after he had doomed somone to death. Well, why not? His plan was already underway and he might as well. MWAH HA HA HA HA. The chamer echoed with the noise and it gave him the chills. Was that really his voice? It seemed... more sinister than... Who cared? No point in worrying about it now, Heinrich would be dead very soon. He had already intercepted his small survey probe, wouldn't Heinrich be surprised when it came back to him? MWAH HA HA... oh screw it!

Kinjiru-san dropped the Colt Dragoon. He clutched his shoulder. Blood ran thru his fingers. Kyosuke had missed but not entirely. He walked slowly to the corpse of Kyosuke. Shaking his head at the sight of the innocent, he moved back towards the house. Kamiya Yumi moved to intercept him but he stood her still with a look. "I can tend to my own wounds," he snapped. With that he walked away slowly, locking himself in his chamber. Those who walked by thought they could hear weeping. :dragon4:

Savage Dragon claps and "Hurrahs" a couple of times. Splendidly performed. This cafe was turning out to be quite a success. If ever there was a post to be stickied this was it. Where was amangment anyhow, they should have stickied it by now? Oh they probably were all scared to come in here after what happened to the last elder. Cou--Wyvern--ugh

Welcome to the group, you'll fit in. I'd say 'Hope you get well soon', but it looks like you are enjoying your sickness right now. Best of wishes. Manly Handshake/Hug*

I find it hard to vote for this group, being from an outside village, I do not have the past relations many of you have with each other. Still to not vote can only lead to our deaths and vote I shall. Kyosuke, the obvious choice is for me to vote for you, but I really don't see you as a potential wolf, you have been far too aggressive than a wolf in hiding would attempt to be. True you have set yourself against me, and I am greatly angered at you, but I am no a vengeful man and I do not wish you dead. My vote goes with Sawato-san, your silence leaves me with the image of a cat stalking its prey silently and hunting in the shadows. Speak now or you may soon find yourself in the same situation as Iron Chef. OOC: Sawato-san

Fred and Jane are celebrating their 25th aniversery with all of thier friends, after everyone leaves. They sit down on the couch and Jane punches Fred on the shoulder and says, "That's for 25 years of bad sex" Fred thinks about it and then turns and punches Jane on the shoulder and says, "That's for knowin the difference"

What can a man say to a man that accuses him of murder? "It pains me to see that a man who only a few days ago apologized for his accusations and sought to be my friend," spoke Kinjiru-san, "has again accused me of murdering my own kin. "Why? I ask you, why?" he said as he rose for his place at the table, "Is it merely because you have no one else to suspect? You seem quick to judge." "Many of the people in this room," he motioned to the people around him, "are still mourning the loss of their close friend and before his blood even dries, you accuse another to take his place. I, for one, do not look forward to the death of another one of us." "Did I dishonor you in this lifetime or the last?" he slammed his fist on the table for emphasis, "You seem eager to get the killings underway. "Shall I draw my sword and kill myself now at your feet to make you happy or," he leaned in close, "would you rather you killed me in the night while I sleep." Kyosuke sat silent and Kinjiru-san returned to his seat. Sitting down hard, he put his feet up on the table and muttered under his breath, "Only a politician." Hisoka spoke, "Um, Kinjiru-san?" "I'm sorry, I don't know anything about the herbs, they were part of my fathers personal items, along with his garlic and cross, I believe, the man always was too paranoid, rest his soul." :dragon4:

The disagreement with my father? i think it hardly matters now. it all seems so pointless, but since this is a tense time, i shall humor you. It was a matter of bookkeeping, as silly as it sounds, as you all know we traveled far to represent our part of the empire to the upcoming meeting, and my father had me put in charge of keeping track of all our goods. Well the way is long and dangerous and there are many thieves and though i did my best to protect our goods, one can't be surprised when some go missing. I reported every missing item along the way and my father met each with a nod. However, just 2 days after we arrived here, i came to him to report that a small number of herbs had gone missing, i had no idea what they were for or why we had them, but i was sure we could get more from the local market if need be. My father disagreed. He was enraged and accused me of being lazy about gaurding our goods, well i don't like to be insulted and well it escilated. I still don't know why he got so upset... :dragon4:

SavageDragon stumbles back to the bar; sitting down on a stool, only to discover the stool has been replaced by a large cactus somehow during the middle of the storm. Shrugging it off he moves to the stool next to it, only to move again when this one starts complaining. He asks for another shot and is denied again by the bartender. Calmly and coolly, he considers his options before rising from his seat and screaming, "EVERYBODY DOWN!!" Everybody still being a little jumpy instantly hits the floor, and SavageDragon reaches over the bar and pulls down a large bottle of liquor. Everyone slowly gets back up from the floor and glowers at SavageDragon, but the glowers bounce harmlessly off the bar, for SavageDragon has already found himself on the floor again. Once back on the stool, he sees the bartender holding out one hand and politely tapping the floor with his foot. Reaching into his coat pocket, SavageDragon pulls out a small duck and says (Wait for it).... "Put it on my Bill" The bartender takes the duck and hands him back two sparrows, his change, which SavageDragon drops in a hat by Wyvern who now holds a sign that says, "Will evict for food" :dragon4:

SavageDragon walks into the warm but somber place. A few pen members sit in lounge chairs, some at the bar, and a few of the older member lie napping on the pillows. Hanging his bowler hat on the coat rack and his trench coat on the hat rack, he stumbles over to the bar and raises a hand to the bartender. After watching three glasses go sliding by off the table, SavageDragon's drink is placed firmly in front of him where he can calmly question the universe, his love life, and how watered down is the whiskey. He raises his glass in salute to the queen, he's not sure which, and promptly finds himself sitting on the floor empty shot glass still in hand. The bartender, who has been spending his free time swirling a towel in circles on the bar for no apparent reason, shakes his head and calmly explains to SavageDragon that he has had enough to drink. "Something troubling you, friend?" he asks kindly. Making sure he fills his quota of times he must pretend to be interested in the lives of these drunken people. "Troubling? Why no, no, no" he replies glancing off in the direction of... well he wasn't really certain, his eyesight was acting funny. The bartender is ready to leave it at that, his quota filled for the moment and he resumes his spinning of the towel. Apparently SavageDragon was not ready to leave it at that and he stumbles along, tripping many times. "Well, I hardly no where to begin," He says, "but then again, I hardly no when to stop either, just give me another drink and I’ll show you" This is followed by the sound of a glass bottle breaking on top of SavageDragon's head, thrown by Groucho Marx for stealing his line, who then walks out the door, grabbing his hat from the beret rack. SavageDragon, surprised to find himself on the floor again, this time with no empty shot glass, slowly pulls himself back onto his stool. Seeing that the bartender has moved from spinning his towel in circles to rubbing a clean glass with a dirty rag, he recognizes his cue to be silent and proceeds to slouch over asleep on the bar, snoring. :dragon4:

your short story 'bricks' of course

two eskimos are paddling along in a kayak when they begin to get cold so they build a fire to keep warm. but sadly thier boat cathes fire and they sink, proving once and for all you can't have your kayak and heat it too. two men are walking along in the woods when they come across a large hole in the ground. one man picks up a large rock and drops it in. and they dont hear a sound so they get a bigger rock and throw that one in and still they hear no sound so they look around and find a heavy railroad tie and lug it over to the hole and drop it in no sound Just then a goat comes running at them 60 MPH and dives head first into the hole and there is STILL no sound well pretty soon a farmer comes along and asks them "Either of you guys seen my goat?" "Well," says one of the guys, "we just saw a goat fall into this hole here" "Naw, that couldn't have been him, my goat was tied to a railroad tie"