cryptomancer

At high speed the Raven enters the room again, kittens flow in a tide behind him, and as he lands on the rafter closest to the table he was on, the begin to climb the walls in an attempt to retrieve him. “Attention please! Due to unforeseen circumstances, and a small allergy of kittens, I have to make this brief.” Kneeling, the Raven bows his head; “I humbly request your aid.” Standing, the Raven draws forth a small scroll; “I have decided on a path to follow, in the quest of a quill.” The Raven flys out of reach of the kitten that had just managed to reach his perch, and in a small drift of shadow, lands near the wall containing notices and written requests, as the hooded form of the Cryptomancer. The notice that the Cryptomancer pins to the wall reads: Dear Pennites, Please, assist me as best you can. Open your thoughts to any and all inspiration that you may find, and place before me, upon this thread the assistance that I ask. I embark upon a quest to grow my skill and earn my quill. Laid before me are seven challenges, each a test of my skill that I have yet to truly attempt. I humbly request from my friends and companions, and all who grace the halls of the keep, 21 topics. 3 to be used by me for each task, and allowing me to test my ability to write, not only to form, but to specific subject and inspiration that is not the result of my own choosing. I shall take the first twenty one topics given. Topics may be anything that you wish, even yourselves. If you are uncertain at all please PM me and I shall answer your requests. My humble thanks, The Cryptomancer Raven of the Dark.

Into the noise of conversations and scratching of quills upon parchment a Raven enters, the mystique of his character accentuated by a very neat and styled goatee and a pair of ‘John Lennon’ glasses. Hopping onto a table, positioning himself carefully, although with a casual manner so as not to seem posed, he summons the strength of his voice to address the gathered group. As his beak opens in the first uttering of his profound and beautifully prepared speech, a kitten minion appears from nowhere in particular and knocks him off the table, before a few hundred more hit him in a small tide of fur and claws and carry him from the room.

just so you all know.. Ricky is a football player, but has a bit more focus on grades rather than the sports. He is a tad arrogant, due to the looks and brains he knows he has. normally drives the jeep, will go cruising in the Corvette, but dislikes the racer mentality to fast cars. He is a flirt, (flirt is a bit of an understatement)

Ricky sat in his jeep, thinking through the day's events, "so many people just pointing fingers, damn, it was just an accendent, maybe caused by drink and stupidity, but an accident none the less." He watched the other kids leaving school. "I guess it was a tad stupid to suggest Bobby was involved, after his accident, there were a lot of others that could be equally to blame." Ricky watched as Pete Reds Backed his car our and sped off. "there goes another possible." Ricky backed out and drove home, thoughts drifting between the death of one of his team mates and Jenny, he really liked her, "time to ask if she would go to the prom, times a running out." OOC: Change of vote to Pete Reds/ Knight

*grabs Gryphon by the tail* (considering the relative size differences this is an amusing sight) "Dude, get back here" *lets go of tail and lands on Gryphon's head* "ok, first, you are a better role player than me with all of your experence. you have a wonderful flair for discriptive writing, stories and poems, and just cause you cant think of something to write 'right now' does not, in any way, suggest a lack of skill." *pecks the silly Gryphon on the head* OOC: *hugs Gryphon* you are one of my best mates too, so chill.

Ricky walked into the cafeteria, sat at the table with Jennifer and Meredith. "How are you two handling this all?" His mood was somber. "Bit of a shame to happen so close to Prom and all." The Girls both nodded, neither feeling like encouraging this known flirt after what happened today. Ricky smiled saddly, "It is probibly one of those racer things, got presured into doing something stupid by the rest of them, even stupider than normal after what happened to Bobby. Mind you after a bit of weed and booze most of them get stupid." The girls looked at him, Ricky leaned back, "Bobby probably told him to race himself home when he was stoned. Brown was stupid enough to do it." OOC: I vote Bobby/Gryphon

Ricky sat back in his chair. his thoughts on the group that raced out on the edge of town, some of them drank while they raced, Brown was almost always braging about his car and how fast he had driven it, almost a new time for the quarter mile every day. His Corvette was fast, but it was more fun to just cruise town in it, let everyone see and admire. All the racer boys would be quite dull today, what with one of their own dead. Ricky leaned forward returning to his work, glancing around the room trying to read the mood of his classmates.

Ricky paused at the doorway of the cafeteria, let them look a bit before he entered, his blue eyes caressed the room as he looked around for a perfect place to sit. Walking slowly down the counter, ordering a Latte, then with a slight pause after he placed the coffee on the table, pulled out two chairs and sat, using the other as a footstool. Perfect location, he winked a Jennifer as she looked up, flashing her a perfectly playful smile when she looked up again. With her looks and intellegence Jennifer was almost the perfect date for the Prom, "Just got to convince her I am her perfect date," Ricky grinned at his thought, and sipped his coffee, watching for an opportunity to shift tables.

Hostile takeover? You cant do that. Yes he can. Pardon? Yes he can. I thought I locked you in the basement. I let him out. What? Where did you get the keys? Third jar on the top shelf of the cupboard beside the pantry. How did you know they were there? Your mind! You do the math. And I invited him to stay. He is my mind I am sure he would have anyway. Yes but if I invite him he can take over. What. If we all invite him you wont have a choice but to let him. We? Yes, we. You cant take over! You are mad the lot of you! Yes totally. Very. Bravo you’re catching on. I am getting to old for this. No. Can happen to anyone. Any time. Who are you? Oh, don’t mind me, I am just here for the chocolate. Chocolate? Snickers bar, in your bag. Oh? Thanks. *opens bag, retrieves bar of chocolate* See, he is open to adaptive suggestion. Interesting. Just ask nicely, we don’t need to hurt him. Hurt me? Not much? Torture mostly. Make you mad. Then he is in and running things. But a bit of sanity is good now and then so we would prefer not to. We not too much anyway. You are very sane for someone that argues so well.

The Raven tiptoes up to the door to the room, (hops noisily fluttering his wings and trying very hard, though not very successfully to, to not make scratching noises with his talons on the wood floor). he peeks around the door frame, grins, and throws in a small grenade, a home made concoction of various antibiotics, steroids, lemon juice, chicken soup, and eucaliptus oil. There is a bang and several startled bursts of laughter, and one annoyed groan, before a bucket of treacle flies through the doorway, bounces off the wall and lands perfectly on the Raven. *hugs tight, treacle coating you to ward agains further infection* get well soon.

You’re not mad, I am. But we’re the same. No, I am just your mind. So my mind is mad. Yes, totally. So by default, so am I. No, I can assure you, you are quite sane. How can I be sane if my mind is mad? Because I am a separate entity. Pardon? I disowned you because you are too sane. What? Sorry but I have a reputation to protect. So you mean to say I lost my mind? Yes. So I am mad. No. I am mad, you are sane. But… We just function too differently to coexist. Pardon? You see, I had to separate myself from you. Why? So your sanity didn’t taint me. So I lost my mind because I am too sane? Yes. I don’t understand. Well you never lost your mind. But… I left. Oh? Um? I still think I am mad. No. I am. No, but you will be. Pardon? I am back. What? See, here I am. But you never left. Yes I did, you never had me to argue with. But? Never mind. Why are you back then? I need to expand. By making me mad? No, that is just a side effect. Of what? My hostile takeover.

Wasn"t the original Lassie, a poodle stalking serial killer?

Ricky sat back in his chair, relaxing in the looks of envy he was getting from those in the class that were not nominated. He grinned at a few of the others that had been announced. The end of class came quickly, everyone emptying from the room as the gossip continued in smaller groups. Ricky lingered a bit, he enjoyed walking the crowded corrodor. Ricky walked out into the corrodor, the heads turning as they always did. He knew he had the looks, and made sure everyone else knew it too. he cast his eyes around the hallway, looking for the other nomonees.

*holds a candle beside Mynx* Eternal rest grant him oh Lord, and Perpetual light shine upon him, May he rest in peace. *Signs the cross*

A small speck apears in the air farr above the pen keep, growing stedily larger as it seems to fall, decending rapidly to the roof of the mighty castle, weaving slightly to aim for the window nearest, spinning in a tight spiral through the slit of the opening, flying at ankle height weaving through everyone in the caberet room, before swooping and landing on the shoulder of Tanny. the Raven looks at Tanny over the edge of the piece of birthday cake tilting his head in the quizzical manner of "the birds" form Hitchcock's movie of the same name (well mad, not psychotic) "Happy birthday!!!" The raven begins to dance a jig on tanny's shoulder. "Hope your day, and year are wonderfully filled with many fantastic things." The raven flys away after doing a few tight curcuits of Tanny's pedestal, the echoes of his voice singing happy birthday fade into the air as he departs.

Isnt keelhauling the only way to truely exfoliate?

ok... i have never experenced either, so...... i vote both .... lets see what it is all about.... *dances round room* "newgamenewgame, we want a new game"

Was the invention of the salt water bath an offshoot of walking the plank?

Devotion drifting on a gentle breeze, Whispered notes of meditative prose, Words that sing deeply in the soul. Voice of the spirit, whisper of wings, Dance of the heart, beating again. In the joy of love everlastingly given, Rejoice, gift eternal from heaven. Windswept hair and scarlet smile, That stepped the dance upon the night. Footfalls of the enchantress, Light upon the echoing floor. Dance steps of love Glow in the night For longing again takes my hand And in the dreamy drifting embrace Of furtherest light and star My heart beats. Love tightly held, Steps timed to my life. "Early dawn sings of light"

The Raven lands on the head of the Gryphon, looking down at him from the upsidedown and highly quizzical viewpoint of a bird perched on your head, and in a amusing yet feindishly friendly manner, grins. "Wow, you even getting the wrinkles going there mate......" Flying off rather rapidly to avoid the swat from Mynx, the Raven Dons his aviators and still grinning begins a curcuit of the room singing in a very loud and annoyingly piercing pitch, "happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Gryphon, happy birthday to you." All the best my friend, be safe, and enjoy your new year.

ok, I am in, *looks around for boss* I will try to actually play thistime before I get lynched. My name is Ricky. (Richard Earl) Blonde with deep blue eyes, well built, and of course drive a Jeep Wrangler, or the convertible Corvette that my Dad got me for my birthday.

wouldn't they bath instead?

Siobhan

A Raven in aviators flys at high speed into the room, strapped to his back is a small silver box that seems to be emitting a series of beeps and chirps. The occupants of the room try to avoid a collision with the bird, as he seems to gain speed and begins activelly trying to fly as close to everything as he can all the time talking to himself in a very excited manner....... "itworksitworksitworksmanthebatshadthenumberofthistechnologyallalong....." Giggling maniaclly he makes a dive towards Mynx, managing to avoid the swat of her paw and several sweeps of the sythe while flying a very tight circuit of her head, "hey Mynx, count me in, I will make some time if needed, just ask" As he rises his flight path to the rafters again Mynx yells "What is the thing on your back?" *A kitten minion appears on the unit and flicks a switch on the small silver box.* "sonar" This is the last thing the raven says before hitting the wall he was heading for, falling from the point of impact and landing in a strategically placed bucket of treacle. ooc: Ok, i'm in.

the raven lands in the middle of the room, his black plumage gleeming in the sof light. "if it is any concelation, you guys won when it mattered, and as a result do hold a certain trophy, untill the next world cup that is." the raven grins in the interestingly scary grin of something with no lips or teeth, and waves a small flag, black, emblasoned with a silver fern. I love the poem, and i would not worry too much, unless they lose to the welsh, then panic.