|
Post by RAIVEN on Jun 28, 2008 0:24:30 GMT -7
I am going to put this in the Wayfarer's Section in the Just For Fun Board so it is completely accessible. Make it fun and frivolous, maudlin or tragic but keep it original.
I am going to copy some of the Cat's stuff over here since his since the contraption he used to access the internet is unreliable.
|
|
|
Post by RAIVEN on Jun 28, 2008 0:25:03 GMT -7
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Once upon a Shady query, ere I wandered with a theory Over every square of swamp and broken bridge that’s crossed no more. While I noted every sapling, my legs and arms were armour chapping As I wandered mapping, mapping, every tree and mountain door. T’is another town I muttered. I must draw it, must explore. Only that and nothing more.
Slaying horrid, smelly dragons, drinking potions from glass flacons. Eagerly, I traced on paper, never ending lands of yore. Ere I traveled, slowly wandered, only time and money squandered, Had I seen it, maybe dreamed it? Sleeping on a sandy shore? Looking, searching ,praying seeking, walking where I walked before. Looking for the portal door.
Legends lost and wizards wisdom, fables of a missing kingdom, Stories heard in secret barrooms, lead me through another door. Every ladder rung was creaking, monsters swarming ‘round me shrieking. Shrieking cursing, screaming, screaming, had I opened Satan’s door? I raised my sword, my brow was beading, wading through the blood and gore Of bodies scattered on the floor.
Every darkness has its light, what was wrong can be put right. Every consequence has its action, one step changes what came before, Cryptic signs are ever changing, mysteries that are ever ranging With hidden meanings, mysteries gleaming, words that pound me to the core. Occult magic and magicians fill my mind with thoughts of yore. Rumours heard and nothing more.
|
|
Mouse
Mouse Secretary
amanuensis to the cat
Posts: 143
|
Post by Mouse on Jun 28, 2008 0:38:52 GMT -7
[switching from talking about my favorite topic, me, we make another attempt at defining and refining Shade}
"O, in days of yore from shore to shore, mountain to groundy green, from swamp to shrub to watery depths and heights of the trees, there was a man oft mentioned but ne'er discussed in histories, kinda a bummer 'cause he's the chummer for thus Outpost is called Stumpy's!
It'll start this way 'cause it did and this I tell ye truly, A dragon knight strong of arm, sharp of mind but unruly once asked the hand of a princess daughter of a wizard, who kept a secret hidden from view she had the tail of a great lizard! But moonlit nights they talked and walked and danced until one day, a fancy twirl, a spin and bow, her tail got in the way!
He yelled and shouted and pointed it out in hateful rude disgust. Her eyes welled up with tears and with sobs she ran inside, so he stalked off muttering meanness 'bout this whole date being a bust, and her to her room to cry and moan 'bout never being a bride. But pops, ol'daddo, father dearest he heard the sobbing wails, and made his way ere end of day to finally tell her the tale. Say Daughter dear, it'll do no good to have ya here spirits flaggin' over the loss of some knight who wasn't alright just cause you're part dragon.
She widenen her eyes and smiled for awhile as her tears dried up, her father asked if he could be tasked to have that knight just fried up, Said no said she, she had in mind and had a much better plan, Daddy Dear, the churlish brute who wanted to ask my hand, mocked and shrieked and reviled that which he did not understand. So I want you, within my view to go to visit him, To take the knight from left to right and tear him limb from limb.
Her father nodded and took to the roof, and roared as was the norm, everytime he stretched out and assumed true dragon form. He gathered to him 2 young dragons, a great lizard and a golem, one for each arm, each leg, much harm to injure him as they hold him. They landed and surrounded the knight, drunk off what he'd seen. Threatened him with bodily harm from heart to lung to spleen. They grabbed his arms, his legs and all and then begin to pull! All the tension, the pulling and wrenching finally took it's toll. Snap went arm, glutch went leg, shloopop and gore galore, They dropped him there and smiled and glared as he laid on earthy floor. The knight glared up and yelled You Fools you don't know who I am! For He too had a tail, and it prevailed as he rolled to the water and swam. Quickly east, the tail of a beast, and armless legless man, swam faster than most, straight to the outpost, soon famous throughout the whole land.
For days he hid, and ran and slept as stone by stone by brick, he carved with teeth and lifted with tail the walls both high and thick, He stocked the stores with all he wore and all in his backpack, with all the spells in his book and potions for the rack. And soon to see a great city that started with a jest, the mocking knight ne'er meant no harm his manner to her was a test.
He knew what she was and as I said he was a dragon knight, if you were paying attention you'd have seen this mention to have this tale right, he hid his tail and worked up resolve to find and to then meet her, for all in the land a fellow hybrid's hand to him could not be sweeter. But as he was done in so thus by her lack of sense of humor, he resolved to live the bachelor's life without a wife as legend and as rumor. He at the newly made and named Stumpy's Outpost, she at the Boar and Skewer.
In the end he won my friend, for he had himself a huge castle. And she was stuck with a tavern in muck as a barmaid with her father the Bartender was he, saddened to see the error of his ways, he felt remorse for his daughters sad source til the end of his days. She inheritted Boar and often in yore she'd look wistfully west, and sigh a cry and fret away how she could have failed his test. And he at least after evening feast, would gaze out the window east, He'd reflect that maybe the joke was too mean, he could have been nicer at least. And maybe some day come what may, he'd finally go to revisit, but Stumpy's ability to travel far and fast relied on water physic. No arms no legs but a powerful tail, on land he was no good, and til a river to her could deliver him to her neighborhood, He could only stare as he waited there for her to come to him, but in days of yore, the guy asked before, t'was not on maiden's whim.
So to this day they watch and wait after life, both now as ghosts, She as the wraith of Boar And Skewer, he the spirit of Stumpy's Outpost."
|
|
Mouse
Mouse Secretary
amanuensis to the cat
Posts: 143
|
Post by Mouse on Jun 28, 2008 0:42:56 GMT -7
Byrendell, has gone to hell, and so we must move on. Coradale has, without fail, dead newbies on it's lawn. Shall we just dine at Cloven Pine on goblinjuice eclairs? Or travel south to stuff our mouths with Slyythra steaks au' bear? We'll go back west, I hear the best hunts are at Gloomy Vale. On our tour we'll Boar & Skewer while dodging dragon tails. There's a site where chats are quiet nearby Stumpy's Outpost. But straight north is Nachtsburg, one town I used to like the most. If you can make it, many do take it, the cave hop to Okt'An. Or vacation, island stationed, get a Xian tan. Climb a tree, flee elves with me atop tree town Tuir'El. Flush like draino®, bowl Volcano, straight to Bal'Rak hell. One more town, nine levels down, we simply can't ignore. Elite players, dragon slayers, cryptic town Bal'Tor. Now have I forgotten and left some not in this screwy poem I made? Nope I guess not, these towns we got, in this our modern Shade. Love it or hate it, the towns I've slated, one that I call home. Is Byrendell, beloved hell, no matter where I roam.
F-r-e-e that's the free cred-damnit reporaaah!, stupid song!!! Poem above excludes any possible towns we just have not found yet, or I like to think we haven't lol.
|
|