Tanuchan Posted June 17, 2014 Report Share Posted June 17, 2014 This thread is for the only purpose of reposting a few of my old works that were once at the Pen. It should be actually at the Vault, but since that's a read-only forum, I'm placing this at the 'live' Banquet. If you feel like commenting, you're welcome to - however, please be aware that these are technically Archived works, and I don't have any intention of revisiting them other than posting here. Thank you! /Tanny ~ Quill Quest (part one: A-L) Quill Quest (part two: M-Z) Postings: 2004 Postings: 2005 Postings: 2006 Postings: 2007 Carnival activies Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tanuchan Posted June 17, 2014 Author Report Share Posted June 17, 2014 QUILL QUEST - Poetic Portrais (part I) Mostly were originally posted in the second half of 2004. These were also gradually added to even after my QQ, but I don't have the individual dates of posting anymore. I have archived several version of these Portrais. These versions posted here should be the ones I chose to go 'live' at that time; if any of the recipients of these has another version, please do PM me so that I can correct or add the one originally posted! Thanks /Tanny ~ The Portraits are in alphabetical order, and continue in the next post. ~ Ayshela Wood-elven maid, fair and fast Wary of strangers though always gentle Skilled fighter and magic user Guardian by nature and heart's choice Walks in shadows, ready to act Kindness hiding a fierce protector Loving heart lending support Caring deeply for treasured friends. Azuran Subtle touch serene look wisdom hidden by tender age - an open heart, a dear friend, driven by the search of comfort in knowledge. Cryptomancer A raven circles and lands softly Pecking at a Coke with gleeful caws Charming Mage who goes disguised Using words as source of power Silver wand scribbling symbols Revealing to eyes the Raven's thoughts Easy-going, tolerant man Skilled in combat when words fail. The Dreamer Strands of grey hair whip in the wind Escaping from the crown, a black iron band Eyes ever-changing, liquid in color Flicker with wisdom, power, madness. Past long forgotten in deep slumber Godslayer who chose to embrace Chaos Wielding Pain, ghostly spirit in blade form Walks the planes, Scourge of the Void Tall and thin, scarred by many wars The mortals he leaves to their narrow worlds. Finnius A little blue man Napping under an oak tree Dreams with ages past... Saint of Terra Lost Protecting friends as he can, Mage of unknown skills. Blue from old school crush, Borrows names from time to time Loving a good prank. Awakened, he smiles: Good-hearted and full of mirth, Curious and friendly. Gryphon Ascendant lord, weaving Air channeling magic into patterns of power artisan and mage, friend and foe balancing skill and fierce strength. Leader and follower of challenging paths faithful mate of a feline beauty smiles and works, weaves and casts wielding with care leylines in the air - noble heart driving actions, gentle soul protecting and caring. Gwaihir... Unwary visitors find surprised A beautiful garden behind the Pen Shyly screened by protecting trees Every seed finds a chance Even weeds will find their spot. Keener to plants than life outside Gwaihir the gardener, soft-hearted elf, Talks to plants to know their mind Absent-mindedly kneeling in the dirt Letting green magic flow with skill. ... and the Wiggly Cabbages Wiggly Cabbages help and guard Sending thoughts to find new friends Always talking and relaying news Iridescent beauty found by chance Enemies they move or shock away. Gyrfalcon No'Dessun and Daryl Carnsilion Roaming the forests looking for danger Fiercely defending his friends and the Pen Cheerful Ranger but deadly enemy In past ages a powerful Archmage Redemptio, his blade, a sign of redeeming Immortal half-elven enjoying mortal lands. A moment of peace and deserved rest The Coutyard invites a relaxing mood A Ranger thinks, writes and smiles, Draped on his stomach a werefox dreams. Gentle sun reflecting on pen Playing on fur of sleeping fox Golden eyes in cunning face Quick of hand and light of heart Changing in shape but not in mind Loyal friend to faithful Ranger. Katzaniel A tiger in hiding, studying her grounds Prowling about in forests unknown Adventurous spirit split in two souls Man and feline in hybrid form. Sharp and arrogant, meek and intelligent The tiger leads, the man speaks Spear in hand, speed in paws A cat sometimes, Katzaniel observes The tigertaur smiles, waits and works. (A promise was made to the Pen long ago Not to eat who applies and a friend becomes Fear not her hunger unless otherwise And even in this case love can be found.) Leif the Bunny Blurred grey with glints of steel meets the eye in a practicing ground: a bunny and an ogre feint and parry, grunting and laughing in their friendship. Chivalric code engraved on his heart, steadfast friend under his bunny guise, to help his village and protect his own adventures he'll meet with courage and skill. Once a protector of a mighty king, He also offers warmth and brew: come to the Ogre's Breath and enjoy the beer, wine and stew. Lord Panther Under the hooded cloak concealed in frayed robes sparks the flame of skill never lost. Warrior of many wars, loyal and fierce Fire is his element, honour, his code - a mage from old times, diplomat in many lands, prowler of Terra lost. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tanuchan Posted June 17, 2014 Author Report Share Posted June 17, 2014 QUILL QUEST - Poetic Portrais (part II) ~continuing~ Merelas Fiery temper, liquid rage Elven eyes hot in anger Brillemire flares and enemies burst Protecting his friends in burning faith. Turning to nature, healing as gift More power he has than meets the eye Merelas en'Bella, half-elven, fire-elven Fire that warms, protects, consumes. Mynx A robed figure bearing a scythe Lurks in shadows, quietly listening Wandering about with curious eyes Flashes her paws with feline grace Adeptly conjuring whatever she needs Shaping energy but never the mind Skilled with blades, defends her friends (However beware when temper flares!) Ozymandias Blue hooded robe covers his armor Akhenaton at his side in times of need Arrogant king expelled by two gods One for his faith, other for necromancy In Terra he wandered and found new purpose Reaching new land to love and protect Powerful master, Phantasm Archmage Quick to anger to defend his friends Lover of irony, vodka, and coffee The Steward of the Castle smiles and writes. Elrond Peredhil Half-Elven of ageless face Warrior and Counsellor in a mythical past Left the Undying Lands searching for his peace Wandered through worlds until finding the Pen. Compassionate guide, wise advisor Offers his understanding, smiles, and hugs Healing when it's needed, sharing his love Politedly guiding and helping to grow. Salinye Celestialgrace Weary traveller arriving anew A homely Hostel he sees from afar Grace comes from the lady awaiting Celestial in name, high-elven in shape. Haunted in heart by shadows past Powerful wizardess in her own right Born to love and live in mirth Ever playful, a caring friend. (There's a story unraveling now How she faces a dread Necromancer The Keep rushes to help their friend Will she win? - Go and read!) Stephen Hascodem Veiled in darkness, bathed in light, prowess coming from sharpened skills... A staff swings - enemies fall Arrows fly - to never miss. A fine humor, a steady friend, the ranger rests (smokes and puffs) feeling from earth what he can't see. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tanuchan Posted June 18, 2014 Author Report Share Posted June 18, 2014 ~2004~ Seasons (Feb 13 2004) Autumn comes brings change colors fade feelings strong. Chill winds around me cold skies Winter comes. Sweet breeze dripping sounds Spring comes love grows. Sunny blue children play slow river Summer comes. Irony (Apr 22 2004) War. Enemies. But who do we fight If not ourselves Our fears and our despair Looking at faces That could be our own? What do we defend If not our friends That could be them If just better known? For peace we fight For peace we kill For peace we bury. The irony of war. Me, beloved orange? [Citrus Sympathizer contest] (May 19 2004) This came up for the Citrus Sympathizer contest , which in turn came from the Citrus Crooner one . As I kept to verse, I opted for posting it here at Banquet. Hope you have some fun reading it. The lines in italics are from Katzaniel's original poem (Citrus Crooner). ----- O shining sphere of radiant orangeness! "Huh? Who's that?" I blink my sleepy eyes (Unseen eyes of course) And seem to discern The shape of a human And odd, adoring eyes. O smooth hard surface, so round and right! "Hehe... Hey, that tickles!" A finger touches my skin So softly that I giggle (Unheard giggle that it is) It follows my round body And suddenly I'm held Cupped in a loving hand. O crisp tangy aroma to erase all sorrows! "Don't sniff so loud, you'll make me deaf!" Sniffing around my skin So loud my ears hurt (Don't try to find them, they're my secret) Now upside down I am And dizzy I get Can you please turn me up again? O shining sphere of radiant perfection. "Ah... this is better...and thanks for the extra height" Held so high, I blink in delight It's been some time I saw things from any height (I wish I had wings to fly me back to my tree) It doesn't seem much for you Always many feet from the ground But poor me! I almost forgot the beauty of heights. The way you languish in the sun's rays, Letting the warmth outline your shadow on the table. "Yeah, a sunbath is so good..." Feeling the warmth of the sun I stretch and relax (Can't you feel my skin thinning?) You know, I've never noticed How beautiful my shadow is ...As beautiful as myself? The way you look at me so coolly, Although you move not there is a subtle shake of head. "Well, you do seem to be getting smarter..." You seem to know how to make me happy But I'm nodding and not shaking my head (Well, actually you're holding me sideways...) See, now I'm looking at you Trying to be fair and decide If you do deserve my smile and my thanks. But you woo the others, Lying incautiously amidst the apples in their skins. "No, not back there... please!" Low in the basket again... You are pretty insensitive, I see! (And I dared to hope a human would understand) The apples are so naive No roughness and no tang Don't put me with them! With your ever imprudent stare, You seem to be stroking the grapes with your cheek. "Who else would I stroke, tell me?" It's nice to rub and feel Those smooth skins against mine (Sure you know that?) These purple sisters are always nice Smiling and whispering politely They know how to show respect! O why must you disdain me, shining sphere? "You ask me, after what you've done?" What a whiny creature Not even aware of her ways (With such a big head, there's room for more brains!) First praising, and adoring Giving the height, and the sun ... To throw me back into a basket? O why am I like nothing to your whims? O why can't you just acknowledge my tokens? "You almost got my heart..." I blink again, sighing Wondering at the longing (Why, oh why am I here, and alone?) Looking again at the apples And the sisterhood of grapes Where is my kin, my mother-tree? O why must my love shatter against the hard edge of your perfect indifference? "You just don't understand." And now I remember Why I slept (Should never have woken) To dream of love Of perfect life And Citrus family. Page (Jun 1 2004) Looking at that big book I get lost over the alphabet... The mirror helps me P-A-G-E... ah, that's it. "...both sides of a sheet of paper..." Books are lovely Stories they tell Worlds they show Feelings they share "... boy servant..." To serve is important To learn, and to teach Humility as an example Of the strength of a heart. "... to call aloud for..." The distracted, the lost The waiting and others Paging is what they need To go along with life. What's this? P-A-G-E-A-N-T I'm part of it... "... splendid public show..." Opportunity to laugh To talk and have fun Pageants give chance To having new experience The small set of letters Smiles in delight Closing the dictionary Looking at the mirror It puffs its chest And looks very proud For meaning so much In just four letters Test Day (Oct 8, 2004) Heads bowed over creamy desks, blank stares at the low ceiling, nervous glances at restless friends: what rushing thoughts come on reading the ramblings of a devious mind? Papers rustle in answer to sighs, a glint of hope catches the eyes: just the sun playing on pens of tired students lost in the mysteries of tests full of wondrous questions... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tanuchan Posted June 19, 2014 Author Report Share Posted June 19, 2014 ~2005~ Blown Away (Apr 24, 2005) Words come and go blown away by the wind running down in the rain fading out in the sun. Nothing remains but the scrabblings of a child who in innocence believed once that the quill created worlds. Ink wasted on paper that holds lies as much as truths transforming dreams in useless babbling deceiving hearts and living on dellusions. Summer Class (May 8, 2005) "Es, the first to be born, responds to need, relates to pleasure..." Pleasure... The mind wanders, rolling the word, while eyes seek the sun outside through the window which bars life, to teasing Summer just out of reach. Responds to need... The heart sighs, the eyes close the need for rest, the breeze's caress, coming first into a tired mind rocked into sleep by droning words... "... but the Ich is able to see the impulse and balance it against reality..." Reality... Eyes that open, suddenly reminded of painful reality that comes with tests. Summer's grinning, but before it settles there are weeks of torturing lessons. Impulse... Why would it be so bad to accept the lure of the inviting smile, the sunrays coming, carving the shadows, pushing away the cheerless winter? "Über-Ich, the moral part the conscience that dictates right and wrong..." Moral... The word strikes hard in a mind half gone, jarring it back into hard reality. Right... School needs to be attended, lessons must be learned, no sleeping and no lazing when there's so much to be done. ... and wrong... But why, o why is it wrong to dream, to long for rest, and respite, when Summer's out there? Random Words (Dec 20, 2005) Puppy Playing running chasing a tail fluffy ball of restless energy Yapping jumping suddenly yawning curling up in innocent sleep Looking begging puppy-eyes "Be my friend, let's play?" ~~~~~~ Eyeball Staring unseeing reddish tint scaring the unwary Lidless eyeball grinning teeth untainted white Halloween skellie. ~~~~~~ P? P for poke P for ponder P for pesky P for pastry... Such a mix so many options life's not easy - an alphabet soup. ~~~~~~ Butterfly Soft kisses inebriated by scent fluttering away following the wind Colors in the sun flashing gently wings carrying a lonely butterfly. ~~~~~~ Cookies Crunchy chocolate-y yummmmmmmy... Crumbling pieces of tempting delicacy homemade cookies. ~~~~~~ Coterie Stalking along folowing the leader finding the Haven under the night Brothers by blood consumed in secrecy Brothers by fate embracing undeath. ~~~~~~ Hearth Dancing happily at crackling sounds dressed in reds oranges and yellows Warmth spreading as a lover's blanket full of life of fiery desires. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tanuchan Posted June 19, 2014 Author Report Share Posted June 19, 2014 ~2006~ Big White (Feb 17, 2006) White, soft, blanketed in wind, cold and alluring - dangerous temptation draws the eyes grips the heart: rushing past a fading world, drunk exhilaration on the edge of control - steep slopes where speed rules, fear hiding from the joy of living. Amorphous (Apr 16, 2006) Blurring the edges, translucent flow filling, expanding - restraints gone flickering and changing, fading away black and white into amorphous gray. Giggling softly in surreal suspension, undefined wisps in silvery traces scatter slowly into gentle light merging again into amorphous shade. Spheres (Aug 13, 2006) sphere of darkness sphere of madness swirling black pulsing red uncontrolled feelings feeding on fear growing on nightmares of feverish mind tendrils of warmth wisps of fire reaching out from grayed core wrapping the orb of glowing insanity dispelling wraiths of balance lost sphere of darkness involved in light sphere of madness drained by fever spheres incomplete fading away sent back to timeless void held outside by burning light. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tanuchan Posted June 19, 2014 Author Report Share Posted June 19, 2014 ~2007~ Liquid Sunshine (Feb 12, 2007) sheet of rain veiling the land cooling the air soothing the heart sunrays dance shy and frail twirling around watery arrows golden light shining through wispy clouds and pearly curtain sunshine bright merging with rain in my cupped hands - liquid sunshine. Ouroboros (Sep 8, 2007) It goes full circle from beginning to end from black to white from midnight to dawn spring through winter or fall through summer a needle that threads the fabric of illusions circle of life of death and undeath breathing into the night breathing out of the light weaving the enchantment that binds breaking the keystone that holds back to infinite singularity back to singular infinities. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Tanuchan Posted June 19, 2014 Author Report Share Posted June 19, 2014 (edited) Carnival Activities Note: these are poems that were once posted as their own threads in the Banquet Room. Poetry that was posted within a 'master tread' at Carnivals can be found here. ----------- Dreamless Night [This poem started as a repetition exercise, for the Summer Solstice Carnival] (Jul 22 2004) Cold. When did it settle, blanketing life? Where has it gone, the warmth of fire? Cold. Sheets of ice whiten the land Encasing softness in crystal armor The wind blows, constant and arid Keeping the desert of cold existence. Nothing touches the dreamless night Settling around the wounded core Cold protects and keeps at bay The battering rams of an invisible world. Cold is what exists Cold is what protects Cold is what breathes within Cold is the fate that waits beyond. Does the fire still exist, That burns away the winter veil Thaws the ice and bans the cold? Lizard-y (Jul 14, 2005) [An activity for the Summer '05 Carnival] The little Teddy - a bear so nice - looked around in puzzled confusion. It looked like an island - a blue sea all around, a yellow sun up in the sky, and a friendly lizard waving at him. So nice in his yellow shirt, so smily in his curiosity, so lost in this small island, the little Teddy Bear blinked, hearing the strong accent - the hiss from his new friend. "Little friend, I'm sorry" said Teddy to the lizard, "But understand you I cannot..." And the lizard jumped and hissed squirmed and danced pointing its tail at Teddy's shirt - brightly mirroring the yellow sun and the yellow of the lizard's skin. "Sorry still I am, little friend..." sighed Teddy, squinting at the yellow reflex of the sun on the sea "Your accent is strong, understand I cannot..." And the lizard danced, and hissed, from between its teeth "yellow" came, a hissed word. And Teddy smiled, and nodded seeing the yellow of the sand of the lizard of the sun and his t-shirt. And lost in the accent so strong, so hissy, so lizardy, he sat down to talk to understand why yellow was so important for this fellow. [Task: create a story with some elements: A teddy bear somewhere in the piece. The colour yellow figuring prominently. A "main" character (loosely defined) with a strong accent. Taking place on an island. ] Edited August 29, 2014 by Tanuchan Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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