The Portrait of Zool Posted April 17, 2002 Report Share Posted April 17, 2002 I was looking this up JUST THE OTHER NIGHT! One of my favorites. I do not know if HTML has been disabled for the the forum or not, but I think with it disabled formatting (HTML tags are converted to 'ezcode' which does not support colors I don't think) only goes so far. ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lady Celes Crusader Posted April 17, 2002 Report Share Posted April 17, 2002 Ooops the cute thing erased the brackets use |html| and |/html| before and after your coding. Of course I used | instead of [ for demonstration. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest ArawnD Posted April 18, 2002 Report Share Posted April 18, 2002 OOC: If somone could show me to get Html to work properly in this board I would have used colors. I had been sitting in silence in the interrogation room for over seven minutes. The only light in the room is ultra bright, nearly blinding me. The walls were painted a dull gray was a dear in the headlights, a common tactic to pressure the one being questioned. It felt weird to be on this side of it for a change. However, this wasn’t the usual interrogation room, there is a desk before with five occupants, since the light was on me the shadows covered them; they could be anyone. Frankly, I know who they are, and I know why they’re here; I just want to hear them say it. “Officer Arawn Dan’Shir, we have heard some interesting things of late; particularly about your investigation.” One of them speaks, it could be any of them, but it’s too dark, and this room has a slight echo. “Mr. Dan’Shir, don’t think of this as an investigation, think of it as a debriefing.” “In most cases for debriefings I would report to Chief Ros Saris.” “Yes, while that is true in most cases, as your most recent case has attained special attention…” The speaker is interrupted by the central figure, banging what could only be a gable.“Officer Dan’Shir, we are here to get questions answered not, answer your questions.” I can’t help but smile slightly, “Is there something funny about the situation, officer?” “It’s funny to hear the fear in your voices.” “Fear? And what do we have to fear?” I lean back in my chair, it’s made of wood and it hurts my back to sit up straight, isn't it enough they made me wear a uniform for this? “You’re here to answer your questions. You want to know what I know, moreover, how much I know. So, you know that I know what you know, but I know that you know what I know. ” “Are you quite done, officer Dan’Shir? I think you are failing to see the seriousness of the situation.” Well, that isn’t true, more than aware of the situation, fact is I’m trying my best to defend myself from the mind probe they have been doing since I entered the room. While they probe my lobe, I’m sitting in a safe corner of my brain remembering the events that brought me here, and plotting a way out. I could leave, but then I’d look guiltier then I really am. So, what am I doing here? Well, that my friend is a long story, and seeing as this interview is going nowhere, I think we have some time to kill. The following story is true; the names have been changed to protect the ignorant. Case #3178: Credit It was 2:17am when the call came; funny how that works there I was minding my own business sleeping. Next thing I know I’m sitting up in my bed watching TV, and some commercial was trying to sale Ointment of Healing, a quick fix for those suffering pains, swelling, etc. I had a case full, believe me, there are some things cannot be healed. I was just about to light my cigarette when the phone rang. *BRRRRRRINNNNGGG!* I thought it was the Ex, asking for more money, *BRRRRRRINNNNGGG!!* Maybe the girlfriend asking for more money, it sure as hell wasn’t someone that owed me money. *BRRRRRRRINNNNGGG!!* I wasn't going to answer it, that's what I bought an answering machine for, I turned down the volume to the TV to hear the recorder in the next room, I lit the cigarette and took a puff, *Cough* Damn, I really need to quit. *BRRRRRRRRINNNGGG!! * *CLICK* *"You know the drill, after the beep."* *BEEP!* *"I know you're there, pick up!"* Damn, I wasn't so lucky it was work. I almost prayed it was the Ex. I got out of the bed, adjusted my boxers, and went out into the hallway. I turned right, entered what passes for my living room, and picked up the phone. "Yeah?" I was pretty annoyed at this point, it was cold, and my heating was down, I guess I should pay the bills, right? The other end was foggy; I couldn't hear what was being said clearly. "Speak up!" "We have another body." Silence, I could hear the pitter-patter on my windows, it was raining."Where?" "Corner of 17th and Corpus" I let out a sigh "I'll be there in 15." "Make it 5" the voice on the other end said,"We don't want the Press hearing about this one." Damn, well it's not as if I had anything planned. I slammed down the phone and made the way back to the bedroom; I stubbed my toe on a corner, but got dressed without incident. I didn't shower, the water was off too. I mentally remind myself to ask for a raise or shoot the landlord. I wondered which I would remember first. I put on my favorite gray trench coat and headed out the door; I cast my ward, and went down to my car. The stairs are empty; I can hear sounds from the other apartments, my fellow insomniacs. My shoes echoed on the steps, after two flights I had reached the front door. It was raining a pool of water waited at the front of the door, and there where footprints everywhere. Hmmmmmm? There were a lot of footprints, maybe too many. I put the thought aside as I stepped out into the rain. The wind blew hard trying to take my coat off me. From the door I headed across the street, no buses or taxis dared this neighborhood at this hour, even I felt uneasy. Yep, it was that bad, the teleporter system skips this area. I usually drive anyway; I live only a few blocks from the station. I made it to my car as the rain stung my face; I pulled my coat tighter still. I fumbled with my keys then finally opened the door to the vehicle. It's hunk of junk but it gets me to points A and B, as it roars to life I turn on the heater. I wait a few seconds; the vents pump out cold air. "Piece of crap!" I slammed my hand on the dash, the engine stops. I curse myself and turn the key again, once more the care putters - and stutters. I sigh and push the stick into drive. I'm driving down the streets, funny how driving always makes me sleepy. I look at he little shops that litter the area, the 'Hood' what a dump. No one really wants to live here; it's all they can get. I pass the station and head for 17th, entering the 'better' part of town. If asked I'll willingly admit that this part of the city looks far better then the rest, but only in that category alone, otherwise the Hood is paradise. You see most the crimes and violence happens amid the bright and shiny skyscrapers, offices, and dance clubs. Yeah, I've seen it, the other side to this beauty. I nearly get side swiped by some @$$hole in a black BMW. I use a corner of my coat to clear the foggy windshield. I notice the traffic above of flying carpets, and others. I could fly, but I hate heights. I said, hate not afraid; BIG difference. I made it to 17th and saw the lights; I get waved over by a uniform. He and others were holding back a ring of reporters. Too late. I roll down the window and flash my badge. "Go right in, sir." He moved the barricade and I drove down the street then parked the window wouldn’t all the way back up. It wasn't raining so hard now. I looked back over my shoulder as the reporters, their cameras' flashing trying to catch anything. I saw Ros standing at the entrance to the alley. Ros looked like and old man, with all his gray hair and beard, but his eyes were sharp. He had been a White Knight; I'd known him for a while. He wasted no times on idle chat. "Over here." He seemed angry, maybe it was because the reporters or was it the case? It was brighter in the alley, allowing my be admire the lovely scenery, the bricks on either side of the walls, the trashcans, and wet empty cardboard boxes. "What time?" I asked as we negoated the alley. "2:00 maybe 1:00, we haven't figured a time of death yet, damn rain." His voice was gruff. We rounded a corner with two cops blocking the way. They let us pass, when they spotted Ros. A sight then greeted me; a kneeling figure. The ground around it was black as from fire, it's skin was similarly charred and twisted, the rain had made it soggy, it was limp rather than stiff. It had it's head tilted back, and a long sword going down it's throat and out it's back. "Look at the wall." Written in what only could be blood were the words: "Death is but the beginning" I study the words for several moments then crouch to study the body. I take a pair of latex gloves from my pocket. The only latex I've used in a while, and I gently touch it's surface, and pull the blade slightly."You call the Healers?" I ask. Ros looks at me, I know that look, it's the 'What are you talking about?' look. "No." He finally responds,"I did call the lab boys down here though, don't want to move the 'body'."Call them, the guy's still alive....” I let the words sink in; now he does a double take at the twisted mummy, then to the words on the wall , "My god..." He shakes it off and yells for the men to call the healers. Even as a ascendant mage, I'm in no shape to kast right now, not many ascendant mages in the force, the healing that they do know is minor, nothing to help this guy.Meanwhile I head back to my car, no use trying to sleep now, maybe I can find a bar. Ros comes around the corner, "Arawn!" I stop in my tracks but I don’t turn around.,"I'll be at the station soon." I get in the car and head back the way I came, through the crowd of reporters, I hear their shouts as I pass. "What..."; "Isn't this number 19?" "Officer, can you-?" Damn, reporters. It's no longer about news it's about ratings, who gets it first, the damn vultures. There are more flashes from the cameras. I take the next left and head for the bar, what a lousy morning, unfortunately it would be a really lousy day ------------ My name is Arawn Dan'Shir, I'm a cop in this city, I protect the innocent from the dark, twisted, and perverse underbelly that threatens to consume them. I'm no saint, but I try. However, between the Corporations, guilds, alliances, thugs, and gods. I have my hands full. In this place of magic and science, one man can't make a real difference, but I'm not just a man, I'm a mage, and this is my home, my city. Welcome to Terra. ********************** I make it to the bar, and park. I don't bother locking the doors as I get out, anyone that wants the piece of junk can have it, the rain isn't letting up so I dash to the entrance, and slip in. The bar's name is called Tavern of Heroes lots of people visited this place mostly heroes, like the name implies, but also not so good people, all of them willing to do anything for a price. A witch runs the place, nice old hag; she's really sweet on me. I had a thing with her daughter before the incident with a rival bar. Damn, shame it was, but business does that, and she was a nice piece, too .The place is lettered with momentos from various warriors, a sword call “Ex-something” sitting in a rock in the corner, pictures of dead heroes. I walk up to the bar and seat myself on a squeaky stool, no one has noticed me, a group of guys are playing pool. Sam, the bartender looks at me. Sam isn't the normal bartender, he also has a pipeline into the various groups that work in the city, I'd run him in if it weren’t for the fact I needed him. I owe him big time."What's up?" he looks at me over those wire frame glasses, his brown eyes shine faintly in the dim light. I take a moment to look at him, he's a balding middle-aged man, a bit chubby, and with goofy expression on his face that belittles the intelligence, he has. I love this man like a father.. Father.The mention of the word, although not spoken stirs memoreies, bad ones. The only way to bury memories is with booze. "Beer me." I lay my head on the bar. Sam doesn't pry, he seen me like this before, he complies. I hear the glass slide in front of me and stare at it for a moment. Father. My hand touches the glass, as a voice explodes into my head. "Never..." I jerk upright knocking the glass and it's contents to the floor, the shattering of the cup returns me to reality, I stand there in front of the bar, no one but Sam has seemed to notice. Nice place, huh? "Geeze! I'm sorry Sam...." I stammer "Don't worry I'll clean it up, and put the glass and beer on your tab."Sam grins, "If you ever do pay your tab, I can retire happy!"I start to laugh, well at least I feel a little better, guess I didn't need the beer after all, just a good laugh. Thanks Sam. Already the voice is forgotten, I then remember I had forgot my medication today. I always leave a bottle at the station. I had better head over that way. I step out of the bar into the rain, it seems to have gotten worse, don't ask me how, but every so often lightning brightens the sky. All of it seemed so unnatural, but what was I saying most to the time things were unnatural. I got into my car, it takes four tries for it to start, I shift it into reverse and back out, and turn then put it into drive. I turn out of the parking lot towards the station. Time to earn my paycheck. --------------------- If only I had known, if only I had looked a little deeper, things may have been different, the events that would unfold would have never occurred. --------------------- As the station house came into view, the rain slowed; I parted across the street and got out. I was lucky the street was clear this early in the morning, as reached the other side a car drove by and splashed me. ”$hit!” before I could look up and ID the vehicle it pulled around the corner. ”Why me?” I almost waited for someone to reply, “Why not?” A man came up the sidewalk beside me, he wore sunglasses and was lead by a dog, looked like a shepard, but I was a little too far to be certain. Looked like he was headed for the station. A blind man? Heh, probably was a witness with my luck. Although the thought was funny, it was a grim reality of this city. When something happened people were suddenly blind, or just didn’t pay attention out of pure indifference. This made my job all the more difficult, making it few that were willing to testify and put the scum away, so they stayed on the streets and resumed their strangle hold on the city. I had reached the front door, the man with the dog had made their way in as a two officers left out. I waved a hello, “Hey Arawn!” I sure as hell didn’t know their names; I just nodded and walked in. Ah, the station house! The place I go that makes me appreciate my apartment. This place reminded me of a Chinese fire drill. It was nearly packed with bodies, even at this hour, and everyone was in motion. Okay maybe not a Chinese fire drill, more like a rave. Phones ringing, and people shouting, I push my way to my desk, there are a chorus of ”Hey Arawn” “Late again?” “Where’s that 20 gold you owe me?” I nodded and ignored most of it; it was too early to be nice. A man bumped me into, and then I realized it was the blind man from before. “Excuse me, but could you…” I wasn’t in the mood, I need to reach my desk for my medication, ”Sorry pal, but I don’t have the time, look for a guy named Tiax he can help you.” the dog growled. Okay it wasn’t a shepard; it was too big, and too gray. Then the eyes, there was something there, I ignored it. ”And make sure and keep that mutt on its leash!” I pushed him by him and the dog. “Look for a guy named Tiax.” If I weren’t so angry, I’d have laughed at the comment. I got to my desk and popped open the top drawer. Nothing. Geeze where did I put them? The room's volume increases, I turn to see the reason. Riskbreakers. Bah! They're an elite group of guys, their motto "Shoot, ask questions later”. Probably another kill. The hero of the hour is Knight, a rising star in their ranks. I talked with him once voicing my concerns, saying it way nothing but a death squad. He smiled and said "Yeah, in most cases he ends up killing, but it's not like it's our goal, we try to stop them from injuring others." Ha! 11% of the body count in this city is from their missions. If they ever go renegade, we'd have our hands full. I shake off the thought and go back to hunting for my pills, my hands start to shake, and somewhere a phone rings. My head is starting to pound. The phone isn't helping. "Will someone answer the freaking phone!"I don't think anyone heard me, but I felt a little better from shouting. I find the bottle under several papers in my bottle drawer. Thank the gods. I try to open the lid but my fingers keep slipping. It's one of those darn 'child proof' tops; this thought only annoys me further even as I get a tap on my shoulder. "Hey Arawn, Ros wants you in his office." I look to see somebody in a uniform, I struggle with the bottle for a second, and he stares at me."Need help?" He takes the bottle in hand and twists, the lid comes off with little trouble, he grins and hands me back the bottle. "Thanks, officer?" He smiles broader, "Morgan. Daniel Morgan."I smile back, and ponder whether to give him a rash or pour sugar in his gas tank. I pop a few pills and went toward Ros' office. It was barely 8 minutes past 3:00am I hadn't had a drink, it was raining, and I had a headache, things couldn't get any more worse. I entered Ros's office; it was like walking through a time portal. He had small room, one window than faced out to the street, and another window that allowed those within the station to look in, the blinds were closed thankfully. It was decorated with things from the 60s and 70s. He was barely 45 but his white hair made him look older. He kept in shape; even the trolls and orcs on the squad were amazed with his abilities. The blind man and his dog joined him in his office. I kept on my toes, I didn't like the atmosphere. "You wanted to see me, Sir?"HA! I rarely called anyone 'Sir' let alone Ros. His eyebrow raises, and he suppressed a grin. Hmmmmm, not a good sign, who was this guy? Ros stood, as did the strange blind man. Arawn this is Officer Grant from Everwood. Officer Grant removes his shades and stretches out his hand to me, "We've met." I mutter. Okay, he's not blind, my bad. "From Everwood?" Everwood is the Elven Retreat's 'proper' name. It's nothing but forest, animals and all that nature crap, but everyone calls it 'Big Green'. They're not known for their cops, but for crops, and livestock. I snickered, the dog perked up,"What's so funny, Officer Dan'Shir?" Said a new voice it took half a second to find the source; the dog. I jumped back. “What the f*ck!? Did the mutt just speak?" “Yes, I did, and I'm not a 'mutt'" Said the wolf now looking up at me. $hit. Couldn't get any more worse? Boy, was I wrong. ----------------- I wasn't frightened; I was just shocked that the dog could talk. I mean, how often does that occur? Sheesh, what's next talking turds? "Please don't flush meeeeeeeeee!" ------------------ “I said, I'm not a 'mutt', I'm a wolf" It spoke again. Ros and officer Grant were smiling, I wasn't looking at either of them, but I knew they were. My eyes were instead locked upon the dog on the floor, and it was obvious that the thing was frowning. "I must be dreaming." Ros coughed to get my attention. "Arawn this is Officer Canid from Greenwood, the Valley district of Everwood." The shock had worn off now the strangeness of the situation sunk in, now I was fighting off another fit of laughter. A wolf! A wolf as an officer? Like I mentioned we have trolls, orcs, and others, but they at least are humanoid, and don't have fleas. (Okay, not too many fleas.) I figured Ros was done and tried to make for the exit. "Well, it's been nice to meet both of you." I back away and move to the door. “But, I need to get back to my investigation. Sorry about my behavior earlier."My hand touched the knob, "Arawn."Ros began, I stopped.So close and yet so far. "Arawn, Officer Canid and Grant have just transferred here. Officer Grant is going to be working in the Slab. Slab a.k.a. forensics/morgue nice bunch of guys, need to get out more. I don't see Grant as Slab material. Ros is still talking, telling me all about his degrees, reports on herb usage, etc. I did say Big Green was mild country; he probably read more about the work than doing autopsies. I studied Grant as Ros went on and on. Grant was about in his early 20's, 24 maybe an off-hand guess. He wasn't that tall 5'5 must be half elf, he had almond shaped eyes and thin eyebrows. His ears didn't look pointed from what showed from his hazel brown hair. Ros was finishing up now. “.. he's going to be a really asset to the force." I nod and smile as Grant turns to look at me and returns the smile. "As for Ms. Canid.."Yes the wolf, dark gray and fuzzy, just like any wolf one would see in the zoo. Maybe the only thing different was her' eyes. They had that look of intelligence, of strong will, the eyes spoke of a strength that wasn't seen in those other beasts. Even so, she was still a beast. Ros was still going, something about her perfect arrest record. Probably shoplifters. I grinned. Canid was looking at me all the while, I'm sure she would have loved to bite down on my tender throat as much as I wanted to dropkick her onto a busy highway. Is sounded like Ros was almost done, ".. I want you to show her around, get her used to things around here. I think that.." "Whoa! Wait, what?" I sputtered,Ros paused and looked at me innocently,"I beg your pardon?" "What did you just say?"Grant was smiling again, I said that you are one of the more experienced officers and thought it best that you show her around."Son of a b*tch! I knew he wanted me in there for a reason, but not that! Long ago we made a deal that I wouldn't have to partner up, that and the fact the last one wound up in the hospital for 2 months, and one in the mental ward. It's wasn't my entire fault, but you know rumors start, and I've been without a partner since."Ros, you're joking right?" "Not like I want to be with you either." I heard the wolf comment. This wasn't funny, “I would be willing to take any partner, but having a dog would make me a laughing stock! Get someone else walk the pooch!" I was yelling so loud I'm sure those outside could hear. Ros didn't waver, Arawn you'll show her around, and you'll like it. Is that clear?"There was something odd about the way he looked, even the way he said it. Something wasn't right. Its not everyday that there's a transfer, and being from Everwood is even rarer. What was going on here? I guess it would have to wait, we would talk later. There was a knock at the door, and Officer Morgan entered, Ros looked at him annoyed, "What is it?" Morgan looked around the room, "What is it?" Ros shouted, the officer took a step back then looked at a paper in his hands. “The lab just finished their work. Also you have a call on line two, I think it's about your daughter."Ros flinched. "Arawn take them down to the lab."It didn't argue Grant stood up and opened the door further and passed by Morgan, Canid followed; as I left, I dragged Morgan from the doorway, and shut the door. Damn, his daughter.... We where standing in the hall now, people passing us by, Canid and Grant looked at me Morgan was already walking away. What a prick. "This way."I sighed, and started down the hallway. ----------------- Now this really sucks! A dog!? What the hell is Ros thinking? When we get a moment, alone I'm going to shove my foot up his @ss. ----------------- ”Just great.” We reached the elevators in silence. A lady officer walked by Grant’s eyes wondered. ”Down boy. She’s married.” Grant blushed slightly, I should have added. “And one day her boyfriend will find out.” I pressed the button for the elevator, the indicator showed it to be on the fourth floor. “Wouldn’t it be easier to take the stairs?” the wolf asked. I gestured for her to lead the way. ”We have holding cells on the bottom floors, the elevator is the only way down, the stairs only go up.” “That’s very interesting, but what about larger prisoners?” Grant asked. I pressed the button again, why was it so slow? I didn’t want to stand here all day with these guys. “We cut them up.” The elevator was on the second floor now. DING! The elevator to the right doors opened, three people got off, Canid had already made here way over to it. Grant looked at me for a moment then follows her. I sigh and shake my head then walk over, as the doors are about to close. The doors reopen as I stick my foot in the narrow opening. The booth is empty Grant and Canid wait patiently. I walk in and press the button for sub-level 2. The elevator has no music as it starts it descent, and the metallic walls are of little entertainment. DING! We reach the floor and exit the booth, just as we walk down the white hallway, I’ve stop talking, and the two are observing their surroundings. It’ nothing special, the place looks like a hospital, all white and clean, but the lighting makes it seem gloomy. I walk several paces in front of them, they start to chat, and I ignore them. Why me? The door said “Lab #2” I’d knock but he wouldn’t answer, I open the door to a very messy office, paper litter the desk in the middle, and even more lay on the floor. To the far end of the room is a shelf with various books and filing cabinets. ”Franklin!” Towards the right corner was a pair of double doors leading to the ‘Meat room’, the bodies. The doors swing inward and a pale looking man in a white lab coat walked into the room; he rubs his eyes as he comes to greet us where we stand. “Hey, Arawn, what’s up?” he yawns, showing his fangs. Grant and Canid gasp and take a step back. Franklin smiles at them, his fangs once more visible, and then turns to me. “New guys?” I nod, then gesture at Grant then point at Franklin, “Grant this is Franklin, he’s one of the best we have down here.” Franklin extends his hand and Grant takes it tenderly, “Boo!” Franklin says, Grant jumps, “Hehe, where did you get this guy Arawn? Never seen a vamp, kid?” Grant is blushing now, maybe in anger or maybe in embarrassment. “Everwood just transferred.” Franklin’s eyes go wide then he smiles again, “Really? Man, oh, man kid, you’ll be seeing far more things worse than me. What about the mutt?” He asks just noticing that our third companion is a large gray wolf. And to think this guy works in the lab, I expected it to be the first thing he saw. I grin and wait, “I don’t see why everyone is so prone to call me a ‘mutt’, ‘pooch’ and ‘fido’. It’s Franklin’s turn to take a step back, he looks paler than usual. I start to laugh, “What the fu*k!” ”That’s what I said, it gets worse she’s my partner.” Franklins eyes Canid again then me, his next fit of laughter is louder then the last. “Man, Arawn that’s too much, but seriously what’s she doing here?” “He’s telling the truth, I’ve been assign as his partner, and as an fellow officer I will be treated as such.” Franklin stops laughing and shrugs at me, I return the gesture. “Do you have the report on the burn victim from earlier?” she asks rather impatiently. “So, they didn’t get to him in time?” Canid sits “No, they didn’t, seems by the time you got there and told them he had but minutes left, and you know how long it usually take the Healers.” Franklin says as he moves over to the aforementioned desk. *BRRRNNNNNNNGGGGGGG* The phone is ringing, but it cannot be seen. Franklin digs through the papers and uncovers it. He picks up the receiver, and answers “Yes?” Silence, he hangs up the phone, “It’ll have to wait there’s a situation, they need everyavailable unit downtown.” ”Alright, you two stay here.” “No.” Canid says, as she rises “I’m you partner and a cop, I’m going with or without you.” Franklin grabs Grant around the shoulder, “Alright let’s show you around.” He winks at me. I walk back down the Hall just to see Canid enter the elevator, the doors shut completely as I approach. ”I didn’t see anyone around here, how’d she press the button?” I press the button but the elevator has already gone up, I press the other one, and moments later it opens. Back on the main floor people are running about, I grab someone by the arm, ”You seen a wolf around here?” “The dog? She hitched a ride with the Chief.” I ran out to the station and headed for my car, I didn’t need to ask where to go, I just had to follow the other cars. ------------------------- Damn mutt! What the hell did she think she was doing? 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Lady Celes Crusader Posted April 18, 2002 Report Share Posted April 18, 2002 You put the tags before and after your code. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest ArawnD Posted April 18, 2002 Report Share Posted April 18, 2002 Didn't work : -->:"> *Arawn stomps off* The Mad King Edited by: ArawnD at: 4/17/02 12:32:48 pm Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest ArawnD Posted April 18, 2002 Report Share Posted April 18, 2002 I believe I did a casting call for this one a long time back. I still have a list and too liberties with characters from the boards. None the less, unlike Journal, I'm going to continue this little bird. The Mad King Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Yui-chan Posted April 18, 2002 Report Share Posted April 18, 2002 "HTML not allowed in this forum" says the little message at the bottom of the post/reply window. Unfortunately, it looks like you really just want to post your story in a different forum, Lord Arawn. EZcodes do not allow you to change fonts or colors. Might I suggest the Conservatory? HTML is enabled there. Lady Celes, your suggestion of using |html| tags only works when HTML is enabled in the forum, unfortunately. From the EzCodes guide... "To Use HTML With Ezcodes Within a Post Ezcode {h2}Big text{/h2} This acts like the HTML tag: {h2}Big text{/h2} Note: HTML can only be used in this manner when the ezcode is enabled and the HTML is disabled. This ezcode will not work if HTML has been disabled by the forum." (Had to replace ''>' with '{' and '}' to display the code.) Edited by: Yui Temae at: 4/18/02 6:00:36 am Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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