cryptomancer

Crypt breathed a sigh of relief that Norman escaped for now. "um Mynx, dont hurt him, he is rather nice, once you get around his cultural difference, (mimicing Norman's accent) If you get my meaning"

Crypt leaned back to avoid the imminent splatter.

Cryptomancer sighed, This may get messy. It would be a pity to lose a new pennite so quickly.

"Um, sure, I dont see a problem with that suggestion. I can let you have the wardrobe in my quarters, it should be a good fit for you." Crypt smiled and scribed a rune on his coffee cup to refill it, and producing a smaller vessal did the same for Norman. "If you wish to meet the 'Lizard' his name is Wyvern, and he is the one you need to speak to about formal residence here, his office is that way, just follow the paper trail."

"You want me to come to a party? Just because of the fight we had at the other one? Um, I am not sure that would be a good idea, I am not certain I could take being thanked by all of 'your Lads' in one night." Crypt looked at Norman, "Why dont you stay here a while, learn some of the subtly differences in our cultures?" Norman's astonished look, was answer enough, it seemed he was rather happy at the suggestion.

The Runemage smiled at the small Orc, "Ok, so we had a fight and you gave me a black eye and that makes us friends?" Puzzling over this new arrival Cryptomancer leaned back and looked Norman over. He was dressed in a rather interestingly textured suit, complete with bowler hat, in two parts, brim under the ears, the rest on top. The rest was rather typically orc, just smaller, a lot smaller. "Ok, so what are you doing here?"

"You hit me in the face with a chair leg, you the, um, Orc? that gave me a the black eye at the rave that CheerMynx took me to." Crypt narrowed his eyes at the small greenis thing standing on tiptoes on the table in front of him. "What makes you think we are friends? I dont even know your name."

"Um, good friend? Do I know you?" Crypt stared at the small tattered thing in front of him. "Who are you?"

In his usual corner table, the cryptomancer sat, enjoying some quiet solitude amidst the chaos of the pen keep and life, that had combined so wonderfully to create stress and new challenges of late. The coffee on the table in front of him was half way gone, when a set of tattered green ears appeared at the edge of the table in front of him. the ears clambered up the table, assisted by the chair, and the eyes below the ears on a rather tattered face, looked at him and beamed a wide and misshappen grin. "do I know you?" Cryptomancers quieried, unsure of the intentions of this small and ashtetically orcish visitor to his quiet corner.

A Raven Lands on Edensinger's head and looks down at her in the quizzical manner of birds everywhere. "welcome" The raven's voice is a mellow caw reminicent of nails on a blackboard, "good to see you finally posted." I love them all on first reading, so good start, I gonna need time to sit and decipher them more later, and give a fuller thank you. Good to see you posting. *hugs*

The Raven glides lazily into the garden and lands at the fountain that Mynx set up. The quizzical look ending in the queried tone of the word “absinthe?” Cryptomancer sits sipping the mug of absinthe, enjoying the tranquil noise and bustle of the garden, and carving runes in the cover of a dictionary. Placing the dictionary on the desk the rune mage opens it to the middle, inscribes a final rune in the air above it and watches as the words take shape and float into a small cloud above the book’s fluttering pages. Then gently picking words from the air , the Cryptomancer arranges them into a short phrase. And lets the new arrangement float just below the cloud, “for my Muse”. Sitting back down on the grass, Cryptomancer watches the cloud of words float, and as he sips the absinthe, continues to randomly select and arrange the words into short verses of strange and interesting poetry.

have you ever sat and watched the rain and wished it was cold enough to snow and not silly weathers that gets hotter if it rains bacause the humidity goes up.

Happy Birthday, Hope the day brings lots of joy and good things,

beautifully rambled, i like very much. though i must agree with Mynx.. you are no fool.. i love the repetition and flow, the way it amost dances in the mind. very nice.

Don't stop what you're not doing, Shuffle your feet a little, and dance, Perchance extract the beauty of life, Maybe the charm of escaping skies. Don't stop what you're not doing, This is not an end as yet, you see, Flavor untasted exists in this path, Maybe the sweet honey of destiny. Don't stop what you're not doing, Breath, take a short rest, wait, See the end coming, time to pursue, Find your wings in the deeper blue. Stop, jump, dreams exist to chase, Follow the turbulent trail, blue sky, Awaits the embrace of your heart, Stop, time calls the tune, come, now. "Disjointed yet eerily familiar"

shrine (to being at a loss for words)

mousetrap

game

goon

left

Foam

Bloom

Sheep

Billy

dance