cryptomancer

hey, I took my own quiz too, I needed to make sure that the answers I put in were the same ones all of my personalities had.

 

 

I am glad that I got 100% it would have been embarrassing otherwise.

 

Have you seen this Raven.

 

 

Just a small one, I havent been here long.

 

 

The Solitary figure of a ancient tree, stood its ground against the winds of its ruined home. Desert stretched for ever in all directions, the decayed dust of the once great forest that had given birth to this ancient and gnarled wretch.

Even beneath its failing roots the choking ash of the arid land drained away the life.

Life in a single drop of water that could sustain, just a bit longer.

Roots stretched deeper, seeking the old wells of the land, seeking the source of the great forest's strength. Finding only the shifting sands of abandonment and the dead earth of a dry wasteland.

 

Overhead the sky sang its blueness to the scorching sun, and poured its empty vessel over the land. No rain for this land, no life for the damned. Just the clear heavens mocking the emptiness beneath their cloudless feet.

 

In the still air of desolation, a spark stirred. In the heat of deaths grip, a life drew breath, slowly, carefully. In the solitude of that mighty tree, all but destroyed by its war on the climate and land, a gem of wonder flared. Deep blue light shed the dryness of the bark from the tree's hard flesh. Its fingers traced the lines of thirst on the dying wood, and as its caress flowed, so to did the spring.

Rizing up from the depths of a savage world, from the darkness of its heart, the pure untainted blood of the earth shed itself once more.

In the deep dust of this wastland, the earth bled, giving its life to that old destroyed form, so that it may live again, and upon its old and withered boughs hold the love of life once again.

Softly the seeping liquid wept from the deep cut in the earth's hide. Slowly it soaked through the decaying scab of the desert crust, washing clean the folds of its many layers, rinsing the stench of death from the air, giving breath to the wind.

 

In the song of the blue sky, a harmony entered, clouding the melody into birthing a new image. In the soft harmonic it called to the orchestra of life, to the fullness of creation, and the washing of the world sang to the call, joining the tune that called for more. As the hamony roze up and the heads of the percussion were seen standing in the dark corners of the musicians of nature's glory, their beating weapons at the ready, and upon the strike light shone through the earth, and the thunder rolled. Steady the song , the beat the rhythm, the pumping of a heartbeat's blood.

Innocence returning to the lost souls, love caressing the flesh of the earth, dreaming of the embrace of liquid, and in the heart of a mother's loving grasp, the wind cried.

 

Upon the limbs of an old tree, life touched it's soul, and in the ever cruel world of life, it drank deep of love once more. Slowly it stood tall, listening the the music that life had once again blest its ears with. Listening for the cue, for the chance to join in again, to touch the glory of existence in the vocal beauty of its song.

The note struck, the song awaited, the lovers' ears was opened to the voice of her desire, and in the midst of the soulfilled music, the deep bass of the ancient rang true:

 

Life blest my soul,

Life touched my heart,

In the solitude of death

I lived in pain.

 

Life called my heart,

Life called my soul,

In the depth of my dispair

I learned to live again

 

In love I was given a chance to live,

For in beauty I loved, and beauty did give.

Again I called for her loving embrace,

And turely was blest to again see her face.

 

I life my limbs to the rains,

To touch the tears of the sky.

I life my soul up to the wind,

For of His spirit it is a sign.

 

As the depth in the voice faded once more to the silent embrace of the rainfall, the words were whispered in reply, from the heavens, to the earths heart, the wind sang:

 

Truth, love and mercy,

Once more have been granted.

Live for the fullness of beauty,

love with the fullness of life.

 

The storm of beginings ended slowly, trailing the wakened world to its home. As the earth wept, the sky sang its blueness to the moon, and the wind spoke wisdom to the anceint tree, telling it to live anew, to love again to be the created soul it was destined to be. The wind sang its song forever upon the shifting face of a changing world. Ever the same, ever the same, the wind speaks words of love to the ears of those who listen.

The raven lands upon the window ledge of the recruiters office, and in the ever quizzical inspection of birds everywhere, looks into the rather cluttered, and dimly lit room beyond the dirtstained glass of the window.

 

Looking around it sees that the office is unoccupied, and that entry would be, difficult.

 

Gracefully the raven takes to the air, appearing to move in slow motion, and as flight is achieved, a shadow drops to the grown forming a suspended void under the slow beating wings. the void fills out in size and shape, and as it slowly solidifies, a human figure cloaked in dark blue, stands before the door.

 

The figure removes the hood, and casts the cape off his shoulders, revealing a figure of average height, clothed in denim, under the folds of a hooded cape, that is now draped casually over one shoulder.

 

The stranger is bald, shaved clean, and with shaped eyebrows, resting softly over the deep, expressive eyes of dark brown. He places a hand into the inside pocket of his jacket, and withdraws a letter. Written in black ink, shinning with the stars of silver dust, that were blended with the ink before use.

 

The letter, for the good of all who wish to know is written below.

 

Dear Wyvern,

 

It has been told to me that I should seek your judgement on the case of my application for entry, in a more permanent state, to the Castle of the Mighty Pen.

I hesitated, to decide how best to approach this task, and have decided to do so in my true form, rather than the feathered form of my hidden self.

 

I shall accompany this letter as my true self, to allow full and true judgement on your part.

 

The following is an example of my faint talent, I hope that it shines enough for you to allow it to brighten a small corner of the Pen.

 

yours Patiently,

Cryptomancer.

 

 

Upon my fireside camp I sit and consider

All the dressed images I can conjure

To plead my case to the might of the Almost Dragon.

 

I come to no swift conclusion,

For in my mind, I crave seclusion,

And only just admit the possible perfecting of my skill.

 

I seek no grandure, not accolades extreme.

I seek no praise nor acknowledgement.

I wish only that my words be seen

 

In my life many paths I tread,

Upon the paths, there is fear and

Though it is seen, I walk through it without dread.

 

For it is a gift I have, to own perception

To see beauty where others see deception

To love the world as all it is.

 

Good or ill, evil, darkness

Or the light of love and beauty's brightness.

All I see I aspire to write

 

For beauty is my inspiration,

And upon her lovers embrace I live

And choose to share the love she gives.

 

 

My thanks for the consideration, I await patiently you return.

 

With this the Bald stranger draws a pattern on the ground outside the door, and as it forms into a comfortable looking chair, seats himself to await the return of the Almost Dragon.

Today has given inspisation to my heart, and my soul flys with the wings of dreamed beauty.

 

 

happyness, bliss, love

beach, sunwash, ocean, warm caress

eternally held

 

Look into the eyes of the one who can see

All the beauty that you can be, and love the brilliance

And the flaws, they create in their combining.

For the eyes reflect the love they see,

And the love that binds together all, is the beauty

That is given to me, as from the eyes of my love

I stare back and see all the beauty that is me.

 

For in the eyes of love I see, that which in me

Is loved. And treasure the knowledge it brings.

For the love I have strengthens me to be all I am,

And all I shall become.

Have you seen the dawn in the eyes of one you love?

Have you seen the reflected rays of the sun, shining from

The resting place of feelings so deep?

Through the eyes of the one who holds your heart to theirs,

And accepts that you are all you show them.

For they chose to see all you offered, and loved you still.

In the light of the early morning, and the twilight

You can look into the eyes of love, seeing the angelic beauty

That caresses the existence of all, and the wings of

Love’s healing, mending the lonely flaws of our soul.

Upon the dawning of the stars, and the misting of dew,

I sense the changes to the day grow weak, and the night’s strength renew.

Hidden in the moonlit clouds, haloed in the stars, I see the beauty

Possessed by the things I hold dearest in the world I created for my life.

I walk the paths of my gardens, and in the sprinkling of wishes

Water the dreams of life to grow into the reality that is me.

All I find in the walls of my isolation, and the paradise of my life

I placed there for a reason, and all I have been given

Causes them to grow, with the desire of my heart and soul.

I am blest with the skill to tell of beauty, and the way

That in the world it is seen, so incomplete, but hopes remain,

For it is still seen, and enjoyed, and the few who see it complete

Can tell of its path through their lives and the wonder of its caress

In the world they make.

Thank you!

 

I am glad it is liked.

 

thanks also for the welcome

 

*grins*

 

My lady, I would love to attempt this challenge you have set, and will as soon as time allows, and my Raven ramblings have settled into the darkness again, or i fear that the story would be in rhyme and require much decyphering.

 

soon.... i shall post.

 

The raven departs, "thank you my lady, for the time you give, and the words of knowledge you favour me with."

 

"just as I said

the prize is a charm

and it is of luck

and will do no harm

 

Charm is the gift

there is no token

but luck will find you

before the charm is broken"

 

(dancing alone the edge of the booth addressingthe crowd one more)

 

"So post a tale

of the luck you find

and tell all

if you'd be so kind"

 

 

 

 

OOC: if you dont get the message in the rhyme, it is easy, kiss booth, and tell us a tale somewhere in the carnival of your good luck.

 

I tire not

of wit nor rhyme

it disrupts my thinking

most of the time

 

The Raven flys in, (again) and in a flurry of black feathers, boards, nails, ink and quills, sets something up on the counter beside the jar.

 

As the dust settles, onlookers notice that the old sign has a board nailed above it, and in the script of a raven on a serious caffeine high, is written:

 

KISS BOOTH 5GELD

 

the writting is followed by an arrow, pointing to the object on the table.

 

 

The object is a cage, made of steel, and looking strong enough (although not big enough) to secure an army of large predetors. In the cage, standing 3 inches high, was a ball of green/blue fuzz, purring sofftly to itself.

 

The raven danced on the top of the cage, and to all announced the new member of the game,

 

"come one come all

and as before

pay the money

for the one you adore

 

for if you wish

you can kiss

and if you dont

your chance you may miss

 

come one

come many

and set geld down

even if you have already

 

for kisses dont tire

and if you aspire

to show affection true

came back again

and in the end

we can earn money

form you."

 

Landing beside the cage, he continues his dance, and pointing with a solid looking metal bar, introduces the ball of fuzz.....

 

" this is booth

dont be uncouth

or shy away from his teeth

 

for if your kiss is true

a charm for you

will be placed

for the rest of the day.

 

so pay your way

and kiss him true

and do not show fear

 

for in his way

if in fear you pay

his kiss is

as sharp as a spear."

 

 

(with this he pokes the fuzz with the very solid looking metal bar, and grins as the ball of fluff splits in two along a seam of two inch teeth, that remove the end of the pole.

 

"so do not fear

a kiss is held dear

and is repaid

in full with charm

 

so do not fear

and please draw near

for booth

will do no harm"

 

(Raven flying through the tents and booths, low to the ground)

 

you have had fun

in guessing me true

here are some more

riddles for you

 

seek and meet

and you will find

i can riddle you too

and still be kind

 

(Flying lower, weaving through the heads of the crowd.)

 

mistress of my brothers

my attention has won

she said a warm welcome

in my native tongue

 

 

wiggle me this

wiggle me that

if you cannot guess this

i cannot help that

 

(suddenly stops, by the coke stand)

 

The Raven lands upon the table, places payment in a small stack, shuffles cards and places them in the 4 piles.

 

"tell me straight

tell me true

what the cards say

what will the future do"

 

 

then he sits and waits.

 

Raven with katana, enters, and bows, "greetings good Gryphon"

 

The Raven produces a small quill that he releaces to dance upon the air, imprinting the words for all to see.

 

 

Bone held tooth knawing

stool and cloak face smiling

retribution swift

 

(grins and bows, and out he goes)

 

The raven suddenly appears in the hut once more, and this time with sword drawn.

He flips the scroll he just placed into the air, and in the swift skilled stroke of his true self, separates its shape into two parts, each land on the table and unroll, revealing a new work on each.

 

 

 

contemplate beauty

elementalist true fire

loved poetic muse

 

 

and

 

 

dream's darkness shaping

beauty revealing in fullness

resonate with love

 

 

Sheathing his blade, he once more bows, turns and flys away.

 

The Raven lands skipping about....

 

I overheard

in another booth

discription given

of beauty in truth

 

 

(dancing and twirling a cane)

 

 

Beautiful shape

blue eyes she did say

wonderfully dressed

I love the beret

 

 

(grins and flys off)

 

 

A Raven, katana on his back, lands in the hut,

 

With reverence he draws a silver scroll case from the pouch on his belt, and from it a scroll, written in the words of black glittered with silver dust, he reveals his work.

 

 

Meditation love

Mysteriously mind held

Beach beyond compare

 

 

Bowing low he steps back, and flys away.

 

ooc..... sorry my bad.... i mis-spelled shelley.

 

 

A spandex coated Raven circles the tent,

chanting his chant as his wings he bent

diving low above the crowd,

hear some more, listen now.....

 

 

 

Stately bird of

myth legend and lore

will not say the word

......(and neither will I)

 

Last i saw like

they lived in a cage

these two are goons

mighty and brave

 

I read his two poems

but not on this board

vampiric discribed

in well written lore.

 

(stops and looks at the crowd, "need help?")

 

clue is give

clue is say

it you still stumped

that way you may stay

 

 

as for the one that stumped you all

i made a critique for all to endure.

 

 

 

(flys off)

 

If in my rhyme

i did offend

please complain

and in triplicate send

 

 

 

(circles back)

 

the first you guessed true,

but not the next part

(quotes, and smiles)

he captured my friend

with the love in his heart...

 

 

 

well done to all

well done to all

if i think of more

a post i'll install

 

 

 

The Raven lands in the booth, and scribbles a note for the jar muttering

"A little human told me this"

 

 

'Women and cats will do as they please,

Men and dogs should relax and get use to the idea.'

- Robert Heinlein

 

 

 

"As for something from me............"

 

'dont wear artifacts controlled by your wife'

 

 

(bows and departs)

 

A Raven enters the carnival grounds, wearing a suit of green spandex, covered in question marks, of the purple sort, and with a tip of his tophat, and a twirl of his cane, he begins to dance and chant for the game......

 

Riddle me this

riddle me that

did you know that a bird

can be friends with a cat

 

(at this he jumps up onto the nearest passer by, dancing and chanting still)

 

As cloak and sythe

and bird all know

raven and reaper

put on a good show

 

challenge announced

and me did call

to riddle for one

to riddle for all

 

(now dancing through the crowd gathering, or running..... whichever)

 

if who i do riddle

you cannot guess

then ask it and

by clue i shall bless

 

magician of words

i wish to become

for i am the devil

with the silver tongue

 

beauty beyond all compare

hidden deep inthe cloak she does wear

wonderful words upon her tongue

bright and sharp as the blade she own

 

power and poise

feline in part

captured my friend

with the love in his heart

 

(landing atop the frame of a very wonderful picture in the kissing booth)

 

mystery and magic

beautiful blonde

welcomed me as if

to the pen i belonged

 

curtious beauty

has our applause

for she wet the great lizard

for the amusement of all

 

picture perfect

with rubbery friends

juggles them too

if it does not offend

 

lord of location

fourth of dimension

could probably work

while away on vacation

 

(skips through the crowd to the dumk tank, dancing and chanting and twirling his cane)

 

cloaked and dry

to the bones we see

if this were new york

death of lawyers you'd be

 

scales that weigh

both arvice and hide

pleasantly filled with power

and probably pride

 

bunnies do bounce

not only a bit

but can put out an eye

with that big pointy bit

 

older and wizer

soft with his word

interestingly protected

i heard

 

(dancing part the bachelor auction signup, skipping from shoulder to shoulder dancing upon the heads of the crowd)

 

did not notice

him at first sight

but that sexiness gave

my ego a fright

 

shelly was right

mighty ye be

how mighty thy works

i will have to go see

 

many kisses for beauty

making her blush

then protecting her virtue

as a gentleman must

 

sly and cunning

red by look

cuddles for purchace

but please do book

 

(Dancing through the banquet room, along the tops of chairs)

 

beauty wrapped

in sorrowfull prose

both note and thanked

as she already knows

 

chased by suiters

caused lots of fuss

missed my chance

but only just

 

questioned us all

about new blood

we suggested you post

and await the flood

 

(bowing low to the crowd, with all reverence)

 

if you were missed

pm me and see

if you too

can be riddled by me.

 

 

(flys off)

A Raven with (yet another) can of coke, wearing a cleaner pair of aviator glasses, lands in front of the signup sheet.

 

Slowly a shadow starts to form at his feet. The shadow rises up, sculpting itself in to a cloaked and hooded figure. a hand reaches out from the folds of the cloak to sign the notice.

 

As pen is about to touch the paper however, the shadow vanishes and a Raven is seen leaving the scene with a distinct fireball forming on his left claw, centred on a ring that glows white.

All close enough hear only the frantic cry,

 

"Yes dear yes dear, sorry dear yes dear, sorry dear, I know dear , I am not a bachelor dear, yes dear sorry dear....... "

 

as it fades very quickly into the distance, where the ever growing ball of flame is still visible as a ever deminishing dot.