Equester

Real life finally releases it's terrible and harsh grip upon my erm...wrist I suppose. And I'm a Page! Now I just have to find some way of apologising to the people in Zariah's roleplay without sounding like I'm apologising

Equester jumped slightly as Stropha materialised beside him, accompanied by a collection of other creatures from the other place, all dressed in Tuxedoes and carrying a mixture of musical instruments. "Alright boss, where's the party? And wht you still doing out here?!" "Er...I was was just going in...yes, bit of trouble finding this place. If you go on in and start playing, I'll join you in a moment. Stropha, I need you to do something for me." Quickly Equester muttered some commands to Stropha, who then dissapperead in search of Appy. The rest of the "band" all raced to the door, fighting amongst themselves over who would be playing the sax. As he watched them, Equester couldn't help thinking he might have made a mistake. Inside the hall There was a brief but short lived sound of violence as the Dimensional Band prevented the muisicians already playing from carrying on, and then they were set. A sign was set up on the stage announcing the acceptance of requests, and without further ado they launched into a tune of thier own making, slow and romantic with an overtone of Jazz. Wherever Appy is Stropha materilised infront of Appy, his Tux not even out of place from his rapid search of the area. "Ah there you are madam. You are required at the Valentines ball, if you'll just follow me we can be there in a sec!" Gesturing he indicated the portal behind him, and waited for Appy to comply. He hoped he wouldn't have to tie her up to get her there, the boss might get upset about that.

From across the entrance to the Cabaret room, Equester watched. In honour of the occasion he had donned his dress robes, ceremonial robes that were worn by the Templars only on special events. Emblazoned on the black silk of the robes were many runes of power and protection trailing up the arms and around the hem and hood. Upon his chest was a large red cross, the symbol of his order. Frowning slightly within the shroud of magic Stropha had conjoured up to keep him hidden, Equester struggled within his mind to find the courage to enter the Cabaret room. It wasn't the same as the fear before battle, he was used to that and could handle it. It always passed when the first blow was struck, replaced with the emotional vacum that all soldiers must posses in order to kill thier enemies. Nor was it even the same as when he had first crossed his Order and performed his first summoning, for then he had known what he was doing and firmly believed he was right. This was a different kind of fear, insiduous and cruel, eating away inside of him. To be surrounded by so many people, all talking and laughing and mingling. For one such as himself who had spent most of his time in isolation, the thought was terrifying. He had almost made it through the door once already, but then he had failed and withdrawn to gather his courage and try again. Maybe when Stropha returned from his errand, maybe then he'd go through. Maybe then he'd find the courage...

***Grins at Ayshela-man of many surprises, me *** Sleepless, wish I could claim that I wrote it intentionalyy, but I can't. That's the problem with most of my writing-they just happen. Whenever I try and write something that doesn't involve my feelings in some way, it generally falls flat on its face .

Silence chokes like a lumpy quilt, The dark pestered by a permanent light Poking calmly through the thin gap Between the blind and the window. Pain is here, and the usual guilt, And that old, familiar friend, Sorrow, His cotton-gloved hand so slight In its touch, yet so warm to the soul. Lying awake at night never used to feel empty. Remember when it used to mean Rolling from side to side, punching pillows, Pulling off then putting back on Stupid, hot, stripey pyjamas? It’s funny, But sad, too: how we all of us lie on In this humbled, hollow state, never seen By others; each one of us pondering his role.

I'm glad you put these three in the same topic...it makes each individual poem seem somehow more. The third one definatly seemed the easier to read, for me at least.

Here here!

Thankyou

A great laugh...can't wait 'till I make it to page and can read the rest of it...

Looks like I better create myself a character that doesn't collapse when surrounded by people

Equester staggers into the room, burdened heavily by fireworks of all sizes and descriptions. Behind him followers his djinni, Stropha, who was carrying an immense chocolate cake that he had only just been restrained from eating. Thanks for your help people, now prepare to learn the long dark history of my evil character...just as soon as he has one

Equester shuffles respectfully into the forum, hat held between hands and voice little more than a mumble. "So um...how do I link to another post in the same topic? I'm trying to do a description of one of my characters and I need to do that thing where clicking on the physical description and whatnot takes you to the right place in the topic."

~Physical Description~ Ebulum is slightly taller than the average dwarf, standing roughly five feet tall. His head is bald but he sports a wiry grey beard tinged with red streaks. His skin is rust coloured and seems to radiate an almost palpable heat, and his figers end in wickedly sharp claws. His face usually bears an expression that is a mixture of cruelty and hatred at those he considers inferior, though he can hide his feelings surpringly well when he is travelling with companions. He always wears a dark black cassok embroidered with the symbols of Vesania, the lord of the realms of Chaos. (Editted by Katz for Search-compliant formatting.)

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Just read Parmeions poem, an awesome write...makes me wish I had joined earlier so I cold have told hime so, but the thread appears to have dried up. Ah well, I'll be ready next time... ***Takes stance of someone facing a twenty stone burk with the ball...