Akallabeth

Victorious Vogons vaunt vivid violet vases.

Count me in. I'll think a character up.

(Belated) Congratulations I know you've certainly been working hard and earned this.

I'm honestly more terrified about the guy with the bloody axe standing over the clown's body than I was of the clown.

*a floored Akallabeth steps up and clears his throat* "Uhhh. . . wow. . . thanks. . . uhh" *in a zombie-like state, he staggers away, clearly in a state of great suprise* (Thank you for this title, I just can't really say how pleased/shocked/happy I was to see this. . .)

Happy (late-ish) Birthday!

Finally got it! And I might even understand the sequence now. . . Ending is rather neat.

Beat GrowRPG after a while, but that other one is quite confusing. I can't figure out what in the world the little lemmings dudes are trying to do. Gryphon- I think the tips system is more of a donations thing. You pay the guy who made it five bucks, and he will send you another game as a thank-you.

Welcome back to the both of you!

false elongated dragon egg. Hurling this vile weapon of destruction at the follower of ethics, he chanted, "Vodka ice! Vodka ice!" Unfortunately, a mole bomb went off at this exact moment. . .

-Relationships- None

-Personality- He is very friendly and accepting, especially to those he has newly met. As he comes to know people, he will either become closer to them and do all he can to serve and protecting them; or else keep at a respectful distance, and help them however he may, up to a point. He would lay his life down for anyone, given the chance. Though Akallabeth appears to be mournful, he is generally quite playful and generally glad to be around other creatures, though he generally is pretty quiet except for the occasional bark.

-Physical Description- Akallabeth appears to be a common St. Bernard. He has short, thick hair in the typical colors of brown and white.

-Items- Around his neck, there is a heavy silver chain that has been there for as long as he can remember.

-Magical Abilities- He does not think that he has any magical abilities, except perhaps for his method of speech.

-Abilities- He is a very powerful creature, and is capable of moving quickly on land and for short distances in water. His nose can find most anything that he desires to find, and his hearing is also quite capable. The combination of his nose, hearing, and instincts sometimes let him know of approaching danger. Mind-speech: Akallabeth is an animal, not capable of speech or any normal communication other than on a basic level with other animals. He has learned that he can speak to humans and most others through focused thoughts. He isn't using telepathy, and is certainly no psychic. Unless others can reply in mindspeak, they must reply with words, which Akallabeth can understand. He has no understanding of how he is able to communicate in this way when so many other animals cannot. (Note: when he talks in this way, " quotation marks " will be replaced by :: mind-speech marks :: )

-History- Akallabeth took his name from the word engraved on the chain around his neck. His first memory is of looking into a pool where he was drinking and seeing it around his neck, and he is fairly sure that he has not changed or aged since that time, though it was years ago. He is able to comprehend and communicate with humans. Though this may seem like a great ability setting him apart from other animals, it has done just that. He realizes he is not a normal animal. He also knows that he is far from being a human. Thus he is split from both, and is a wanderer. This is what brought him to the Pen. Over the years, he heard rumors and picked up long dead trails of others who had walked that way, searching, much as he was, for something different, some home, some place of refuge. Though many of the trails defeated his tracking abilities, he finally did latch onto one, and gradually came to the Castle of the Pen. Since arriving, he has mostly kept out of sight, and has only recently considered leaving his life of sulking around in dark corners, watching others enjoy the freedom that is found here.

-Brief Description- Akallabeth is covered in short white and brown hair, has huge paws, and weighs about 150 pounds. In short, he appears to be a typical, friendly Saint Bernard dog. However, he is capable of understanding and communicating with humans, though he does not know how he came to be able to do this.

Some of it was rather humorous, some wasn't so much Interesting read, though. . .

*wishes Sweetcherrie the best of luck* I don't really expect that I will have enough computer and internet free time available to do a decent job as an employee of the Pen Gazette, but here is a headline which I hope may be of some use: Armadillo Speaks!

*enters late* Still working through it. It's been pretty good so far. Sorry I've been so inactive, but I'm in more of a reading mood than writing mood. . . EDIT: By the way, hello JD

Irwin yawned, and woke up. There seemed to be an awful lot of hustle and bustle going on this morning. Why anyone would be in a great hurry down here, he did not know. It was just another day with just the same lights, the same foods, the same everything. Nothing new under the bulbs. As he dressed and opened his door to go get some breakfast, he heard people saying "Mary" and "DJ" and "murdered". Perhaps today might have a bit more to it after all, he thought to himself.

Irwin is about 80. He grew up on a farm, and took it over at an early age after his father died from a heart attack. He had the good fortune of living near a vault, and was able to get inside pretending that he was a servant of one of the many richer persons fleeing catastrophe. Ever since that last day in which he saw the sun aboveground, he has longed to return. Year after year has passed, in which he has had nothing better to do other than tend to the underground gardens and fields raising food crops. He has no living family, as most of them passed away in the Third War, and the couple others who made it in with him died of natural causes. He has been alone for five years now. He has white hair, and is not very tall, though he is still quite spry and active for his age. (erm. . . if I think up more, I'll add it. Hopefully this will do for now. . .)

Not too late yet (I think & hope) I'm thinking I might be a displaced farmer of the old generation . . .

Will join if I think up a character. . . . Interesting setting (though I've never played the game)