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In the middle of the table, the raven sat, looking rather confused. Someplace in the depths of the avian mind, he had an idea that there was more to it than just missing the ground. He sat and watched the attempts, the slow clearing of the booth, and the cheerfeline’s sudden departure. In fact, most of the next few nights the raven sat huddled in the booth, confused and cold, and still trying to figure out if this was quite the right method. The knock on the head had rattled too much sense out to allow complete memories, so the raven just sat, and contemplated the true depth of what needed to be done. After just under a week, the raven wondered cautiously to the edge of the table, glanced at the ground. With a sigh, he closed his eyes, and toppled forward, plummeting to the ground….. Within the split second of freefall, the raven’s instinct took over and opened the wings, eyes snapping open in time to see the ground rushing towards him, the instinct failed and the wings snapped in and covered the eyes of the falling bird. The pinion feathers of the wings sharply poked the raven’s eyes before he could close them again, the squawk of pain distracting him at a crucial time, and as he tumbled in his confused and eyewatering fall, the raven failed to notice the ground, and missed. The raven bobed and inch above the ground, wings folded, eyes watering and blinking to clear them. He hovered confused…… And pondering the dilemma of insanity vs instinct, floated slowly back to the keep, weaving through the feet of the pennites that wondered the halls.

Love the signature pic too, man it is fantastic, where you take that?

A Raven lands and looks at the poem. Ok, this is an interesting thing. I like the flow and feel of the poem very much, it is a interesting discriptive method, and the use of discribing smell is wonderful. I like the feel it gives to the searching, surroundings imaged in olfactory elegance. I do like. Write more.

The raven flies into the booth, clips the edge of the table and flips landing heavily on his head. Looking around he sees the sign, attempts to fly in for a closer look and ends up sprawlled on the floor in a tangle of feathers. Trying again the Raven ends up looking like a wind-up toy, hopping around with wings flapping but never getting further than moving in circles on the floor. "It appears I need a refresher course." Using beak and claws he scales the heights of the table and scribbles his name backwards on the signup.

Sung to the tune of "she's always a woman to me" By Billy Joel She can kill with her Scythe She can wound with her knives She can scratch your face And claw out your eyes, The death robe reveals What she wants you to see She smiles like a Cheshire But she’s always a Mynx to me. She can teach you torture She can gut you and bleed you She can extract the truth And she might even free you The bribes you offer her She’ll take as her fee A hunter of bounty Yet always a Mynx to me Oh, she takes care of her self She can hunt when she wants She’ll relax when there’s time Oh, and she never gives up And she will never give in She just changes weapons. And she’ll promise you mercy If you come along quietly But her minions will stalk you And attack you quiet violently She is revered by her bounty As some kind of deity She can be nasty and vengeful But she’s always a Mynx to me Oh, she takes care of her self She can hunt when she wants She’ll relax when there’s time Oh, and she never gives up And she will never give in She just changes weapons She is frequently charming Sarcastic, yet true A cheerleader able To see the best in you A friend worth having Even when you are blue And the most I can do is be a shadow to her Cause she is always a Mynx to me.

*tacklehugs* a few moments later the stunned Raven wakes from the loss of consciousness caused by his collision with a Mynx. Happy Birthday, I got a gift for you, it in the Banquet room, hope you like Billy Joel, I even found a baby grand to play. The Raven flutters away to prepare.

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A Raven lands nearby and looks at the newcomer..... "Love the imagery, and the explaination is one of those great examples of insiration when you least expect it." "Great to see another kiwi too" At this the raven edges closer and whispers, "go see the recruiter, you will find him Here "look forward to reading more"

It was the fact that Denor had again not arrived for a meeting that promted more direct action, Sabastian had sent a messenger to Helgram. The reply was short, Denor had fled into the shadows, and was being evasive of the attempts to find him. Helgram suspected foul play, Sabastian apologised to his invited guests, and arranged to attempt to find Denor himself. Helgram welcomed the attempt with due caution, and became more concerned on seeing the ever growing contingent that followed Sabastian. Samantha again first to arrive, followed slowly by the rest, each with their own idea as to Sabastian's interest in finding the missing candidate. Sawall escorted all, and remained to protect those gathered.

A Raven flies past and drops a bundle of leaflets, Folks away Party at Sawall's place hehehehehehehehe

The mistrust was evident in so many of the responses to Sabastian's call for a meeting. Sawall was not seen as fully able to protect the great hall or any public arena fully on their own. Sabastian's response was simple, Sawall would host, The Sawall hall was secured easily by theirs personal guard, and provided a large enough environment to accomodate the meeting. The new messages were dispatched, with all the necesary reassurances of safety.

Just a bit, Chill upon the moonlight. Sweet dew, Spilled upon the earth. Tendrills of air, Wrapping me in autum. Frozen taste, Sweet vanilla winter. "Dreams broken on the road"

Sabastian stood at the podium in the middle of the circle of seats that made up the Sawall Council Chambers, Each seat filled and awaiting Sabastian’s address. Sabastian bowed low, pausing long enough to show the fullest respect. “I apologize, for my news is not positive. Sepharis, and Hendrake, both suffering loss at the hands of who we seek for Jarin’s death, now seek open vendetta. Ciroth’s death within our walls has pointed suspicion at us, preventing an immediate and easy alliance with both, but most especially Hendrake.” Sabastian paused and gathered his thoughts, and allowed his words to seep into the collective mind of the council. “We need to allow meetings at the highest level to be arranged, on our own initiative. Council to council if necessary, the strongest need to meet and lead the way forward, without hesitation, proving the honour of those that stand firm in the face of this adversary.” The speaker of the Council dismissed Sabastian, “Seek a meeting with the candidates, allow full protection of Sawall to be offered for security. We will discuss the suggestions you make, and act upon our decision.” Sabastian left the chambers, concern etched upon his face. Another meeting was not a wise option, but he had to work for the council, and Sawall would be protecting them. If anything happened, Sawall would be directly in the line of fire. He began to send messengers to the others houses, each one written in his own hand, addressed and written for the house that would receive it. He hoped it would be enough.

Many a morning the mirror watched my play, Air breathing through waves of deep brunette hair, And still at the mirror I start each new day, *stares at signature pic*, um..... yeah.... Topic: vacuum sealed

A large, black, winged shadow suddenly covered the wall, posing in a strangely unscary manner, The shadow cawed maniacly. Everyones eyes fell to the Raven posing in front of the overhead projection unit. *grins* Congratulations.

Sabastian stood looking at the fallen form of Ciroth. This was not good, House Hendrake would be annoyed at the lack of protection the Sawall had provided, no to mention the suspicion that would be caused by the initiating circumstances of the meeting. Sabastian summoned a messenger, "I need to speek to Sol of Sepharis, Urgently." He hoped that this was not retaliation from Sepharis without adiquate proof. In this volatile time, any hasty actions could prove fatal. He needed to talk to Sol, the last thing this race needed was a third house screaming for a vendetta. Sepharis and Hendrake need to hold off untill the truth is known, and ally with Sawall for the investigations, three of the strongest standing together would win support from the others.

Sweat upon the keyboard, Ink upon my tongue, Visions torn by inkfilled sword, Until the inspiration is done. Its a cult I tell you Topic: Spraypaint.

Sabastian watched Ciroth as he replied, "Very well. Let us perhaps walk then instead, the deck shall remain empty to allow us privacy. Sabastian stood and wallked around the edge of the table, hands clasped in front of him.Bowing gracefully to Ciroth, Sabastain moved toward the edge of the deck, Ciroth hesitated before walking to join him. "Firstly, I need to clarify, you are suspected by Sawall, I have been asked to investigate your methods as best I can." Sabastian held a hand up, to ward Ciroth's reply. "I am convinced that your honour is consistant with that of your house, you have shown suport to us many time, yet seldom openly. Jarin's death has caused a lot of suspicion and conflict to arise within out walls, and judging by the other houses, within all of our walls." Sabastian turned to face Ciroth and bowed low, "I apologise that the word of our suspicion reached you from others before I could talk to you. I had a role to play, and it was my misjudgement of the situation that most likely caused this. My words to Sol were to gain him as an ally to investigate further. Our exchange was not meant to be noted by others as he too was on my list of suspects and I needed to judge him based on actions too." Sabastian met Ciroth's gaze, his expression was unreadable, so Sabastian continued. "There are reasons the house suspects you. I was asked to investigate due to the nature of the information being circumstancial. However, I have failed in my attempts to discredit the source, or the content of the brief that the council gave me. This left me at an impass, I need a strong ally, and Sol offered that after Minobee was struck." Sabastian turned and offered his hand in a gesture of truce, "Your actions today have been witnessed by the council, you have proved your honour in my eyes and in theirs, I am sorry that our meeting could not be made by more friendly circumstances. Please, join me now and let us share a drink?"

Alarm, up, shower, toast and jam, Coffee, jacket, car keys, traffic jam, Copy, paste, print.... print, paper jam, Home, dinner, bed, set alarm for 5am. New topic, Visions