Savage Dragon

Irene

Does this mean they can choose to use the ring instead of, or in addition to, the nightly killing? Katz is asking questions about the wolves!!! very suspicous

day

philosophy

death

hmmm, it would appear a slow motion dive is in order

Raus the carpenter observed the fight between the elf and the dwarf as many of the others did, with amazement, as the age old grudge between elf and dwarf resulted in a ruined dress and a few broken plates. But it was not the elves and dwarves that amazed Ruas, for his commoner mind had already been brutally assualted with the realization that such magnificent creatures were more than mere legend and had accepted their existence for the sake of self-preservation. No, Raus was amazed, and disgusted, at the treatment of such fine plateware. He grumbled something about what they did in his day (which considering his young age wasn't all that long ago) and returned to his simple wooden bowl with his simple food. Raus's life didn't hold much exravagance, at least not since Claire... ... Raus swallowed his last bite and left the table in search of a bed to lie down in. It was the elven wine, made him too loose, made him think of things he aught not. He would lie down for a while, though he doubted he would sleep.

Hurrah Hurrah Foolish gives Zepheri a hug and applaudes her acceptance and there was much rejoicing and they were forced to robin's minstrels and there.... you know the rest

Foolish sits next to Zepheri on the bench outside the applicant's office, quietly waiting if anyone had asked he would had told how impressed he was with her writing ability he would have told how enthusiastic he was to have her here he would have told how proud he was to consider her a friend but no one has asked... for the time being so he sits with his friend, quietly waiting

we really got some classic old players in this game, makes me feel are warm inside or maybe its the pickle and pepperoni pizza

thanks sweetcherrie, good to be back could use the break from the everyday

Alright, no putting it off any further, my character will be Raus Thanatos -human, brown hair with blues eyes (like me) -skilled with a knife, but only when applied to wood, a carpenter (like me) -never killed anyone, never hit anyone...except maybe once (like me) -tall, athletic, and in search of his wife (not like me) his search for his wife, back-story to come later when I’ve thought of it, have led him to Rivendale for he has heard rumors of elves who could view the world and those who lived in it unfortunately he went to the wrong elves, so he's on with the expedition, at least until he finds those he seeks, be they elves or someone else who can help...

I'm in but i'm having trouble choosing a character. my inner non-conformist is having trouble choosing between just 4 basic races (ie human, elf, dwarf, hobbit). will set up charatcer once i have thought of something original and unique, or find an idea i can steal with no one knowing....

gosh darnnit, i knew it, this is like the third time my computer has gone bunk on me and i come back to find myself dead... sigh... ah well, i knew i was pretty much toast anyway when i put together the meeting, sometimes werewolves can be predictable, i would know having been one myself once (ah, good times, eh Lady Celes?) i'm trying to think of some way i can still add to the post and maybe still get my warning to the other members, but right now i'm a little brain dead after a 14 hour college visit trip (its that time of year). that is, if its alright, i dont know why the werewolves killed me, it could be random or it could be to "silence me", so Gryphon, if you wouldn't mind asking for me, can you let me know if they wouldn't mind if i still gave my warning (better story, i think) or if they want me to stay dead it'd prolly be some sort of journal or note he wrote before Duke got, well, dick chenneyed

2 killings at one party? i hope i have enough snacks...

yea, so i noticed that for some reason, prolly because everyone is so wrapped up in their own story, that the game seems kinda in seperate parts and no one is paying too much attention to the other parts (but thats just what it seems like to me, excuse me if you are paying attention) so anyway i added this part about a meeting to encourage a more streamlined storylined that included everyone. if you dont wanna be a part of it, well, then just dont come to the meeting

When Duke woke the next morining, he leapt from bed and instantly sent for a messanger. His mind was vivid with the memory of the strange dream that had been repeated over and over in his head last night. He dressed quickly in the finest blue linens he had with him and quickly left his chamber in seach of a quick meal. In all right, it shouldn't be called a dream. What he had seen would have made the hollowest of men scream. Only because it was a dream was he able to seperate himself from the horror of this dream. but a part of him new that if nothing was done, if no attempt at change was made then his dream would doom the kingdom as a reality. this time he did shudder, he'd sooner take his life than live to witness the horror of his dream. he had sent the messenger to all the houses that were in the running for the regency. he needed to meet with them, all of them. he knew he would look like a fool to them, like a boy crying wolf, or perhaps they would think his cry for change was an underhand political movement. But whatever they thought of him, he had to convince them all the same, make them see the danger he had seen in that terrible dream. He had dreamt of his family, not the family that had taken him in as an orphan, but his real family, the house of 'Verboden'. They had been despised for their cruelty and their tendency to settle dimplomatic matters, well, the same way the current diplomatic matter was being settled. and they had been destroyed, the kingdom untied to rid themselves of Verboden. In his dream, they had returned, he had known it was them, recognized the faces he hadn't seen since he was only two years of age. But there were more of them, they were multiplied countlessly and soon he had realized that it wasn't just his old house that he saw anymore, it was all the houses of the kingdom, corrupted by power the same way his family had. They were mad, all of them, and they fell onto one another, literally tearing at one another in their greed for more power. they did not see that they had lost that which made them men and with it the ability to lead. They were no longer leaders or rulers, kings or queen, they were animals who feasted off of one anothers death. it was a mad scramble to claim a golden crown that sat upon a gloden throne. the fighting continued until there was only one. the darkest, biggest beast of a man Duke had ever seen dragged his weary body towards the throne, trampling the corpses that lay in his way. but he never made it, he stumbled and fell, and the golden throne lay just beyond the grasp of his outstretched arms. the man breathed his last breath and there were none left. the bodies withered into dust and the golden crown and golden throne crumbled to the ground. and then there was nothing. the dream had repeated over and over in his mind, each time a different man or woman was left standing by themselves, but everytime they fell before they could reach the golden throne and everytime Duke's dream ended in darkness. Duke turned away from the kitchens, he wasn't hungry and he had to find a place to.... a place to hide from the world for a moment Duke found his place in a corner outside in the courtyard, where he retched on the green grass and sobbed for those that had already been lost

i believe i heard it described once as "the art of saying nice doggie until you find a big rock"

wow, with this new vote-for-the-winner rule everybody is trying really hard to be likable, it almost make me want to be truly evil just to be different... but it doesn't fit with the character i already setup... i dunno maybe ill do something to him to make him less sociable... and if everybody is this nice, then howcome we got all these assasins??? and whats with the blue eyes?? seems like everyone has them

Duke paced the floor of his chamber, muttering under his breath. his brows were furrowed deeply and his recent insomnia apparent in his features. he had a heavy weight on his chest and he could not rest until he had talked about it with someone. there was just one problem, in a world of politicians like Duke lived in, there was no one safe to talk to, no one you could trust to keep secrets, no shoulder to cry on. Duke had often felt like he could use a shoulder to cry on. he had no one, but Duke knew he would not be able to rest until he had talked so he just made do with what he had. Duke sat down on the edge of his bed and just began to talk. His voice was soft and paused often, but it was clear with no hint of quivering. He knew no one was listening but he spoke because he had to be heard. some call this prayer. what he said was this, "I am a chess player and like most chess players, I have a terrible habit of comparing the court's politics with the politics of the board. the obvious comparison of kings and queens makes it far too easy for men like me to classify the people around them as pawns or knights; castles or bishops; pieces or players. however, contrary to the game of chess, every person in these political games hold two roles, the one they appear to be and the one they are. often men who made themselves to be kings are sacrificed as pawns. often the players will hide among their pieces. I have always played the part of the pawn. with the death of my family at such a young age, I have been at the mercy of the people around me for quite some time. and in truth, I am afraid to be anything more than a pawn. as a pawn I am often overlooked and I have a lesser chance of being destroyed as a king or queen might. I prefer the role of pawn because i am afraid of these other pieces, pieces that could so easily destroy me. the same way they destroyed my family... and so I have always been charismatic, I have always been generous. as a friend to everybody i am safe. but it is times like these, when the comparison between chess and politics becomes frighteningly strong, that chill me to my core. the "players" are moving too fast for me to follow and "pieces" are being toppled on all sides of the board. even as a friend to all i am at risk, for these players are willing to sacrifice a friend to win. I have no doubt that these players would be willing to sacrifice all the pieces in their control to win this horrific game. no, even as a pawn, I am not safe. perhaps the time has come for me to be more than a pawn... but i am so afraid even a pawn can become a knight if it reaches the end of the board..." Duke sat in silence for fifteen more minutes at the conclusion of his prayer. then he extinguishes the light and disappeared into the darkness in the darkness a soft voice said, "sometimes if you can't win the game, the next best thing to do is upset the board."

Duke sat in a lrage chair, toying with the knife he usually kept at his side. He ran his long fingers up and down the edge of the blade and quietly imagined the sensation of it entering his throat. He shuddered. Duke put the knife away. He had no intention of leaving this life in that manner. Climbing quickly out of the chair, he sought to find the family of Jerin to offer his condolences. Not so much for the family itself, for most would already be taking advantage of their family members death, and in this court, who knew, might be responsible for his death themselves. No, he did so only to honor the death of Jerin, for no matter how corrupt or unworthy a person may have been, Duke believed they desrved a moment of repsect in death. He played with the hilt of his dagger as he walked. He only hoped someone would pay him the same respect some day...

In that case, Gryphon you think you could call me some time before 2:00? you might be able to remind me to bring my english homework, i forgot it this morning

Ok, since we can't have PM alliances anymore and that would leave my charcter in the dark (he was originally the only surviving meber of his house), i'll edit my story a little. Duke (name not a title) was originally a part of the house Verboden, but the house was wiped out by the other houses for their infamous cruelty to the people they ruled. Duke, a child of two at the time, was spared and adopted into the House of Munich, a small house but growing in popularity. From there his ambition and genreosity to others has helped him to become a leading member of the house. He is accepted as a full member of the family and is known only to lose his temper if you mention his old family's name. For a description of Duke and Duke's demon form check my earlier post

Yea, I'm still in, funny i was getting real nostalgic of the old werewolf games just the other day.... same character, Duke... what a cool name

I won the Love Slam contest at my HS (Go me!) and i did it without even attending thanks to a friend (Go Mike!). So i guess somebody liked them... here they are She Says it everyday And I always feel the same way The warmth that cannot be described That her words touch inside Those words that she speaks so freely Make me feel, well, touchy-feely Without worry, without fear She speaks those words so sincere Words of love, not desire Fills my head with visions of fire Simple words that burn my eyes An effect, I fear, she does not realize When the world looks too much like the mirror I can close my eyes and hear Words; heard by many, understood by few Three simple words... And the second one "L" is for the way you look at me, "O" is for the only one I see "V" is very, very extraordinary, "E" is even more than anything I adore Love is getting a little too cliché Not something we mean, it's something we say Nothing more than lyrics to a song It no longer lifts us up to where we belong The Beach Boys say Don't Worry Baby cause I Think I Love You says David Cassidy Jerry Maguire said the words, "You complete me." and a thousand heartthrobs cooed daintily I used to think those people lived in a fantasy world But that was before I met Jesse's Girl Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer meant much more to me once I'd met her New meanings to old phrases for those that care Can't Buy Me Love, but we can share What I'd do without you? God Only Knows I Want to Hold Your Hand and Never let go, never let go So here's looking at you kid, cause really you are so beautiful to me Don't Speak just Knock Three Times on the Ceiling if You Want Me Cause only The Luckiest People know what I'm talking of In the words of John Lennon, All You Need is Love