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Topic: Hello Fellow Rdiers
Subject: No no!


It's not a bad thing... it's a GREAT thing.

Keep posting! How else do you get to be a fixture?

We enthusiasim (sp?) around here. Go... be merry and fruitful and all that jazz.

((wow... I'm just full of the random phrases today aren't I?))

M.


Posted on 2010-02-10 at 21:26:00.

Topic: Hello Fellow Rdiers
Subject: Purple Names Up Top?


You make us sound so... elitist. We aren't elitist are we? Say it isn't so...

Um... Sorry didn't mean to cry all over your welcome.

Welcome Ebilness. And yes there are several games looking for players right now I believe. As shocking as that seems. DB is right too, look for those pretty yellow dots, 'follow the yellow brick road' if you will, and they will lead you to the pot of goal at the end of the rainbow or some such.

If you need anything else please just let us know, glad to help!



M.


Posted on 2010-02-10 at 21:16:31.

Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: I like wearing women's underwear...


that powers the

Posted on 2010-02-10 at 16:45:56.

Topic: The Game
Subject: I don't like you at all...


Not at all



M.

Posted on 2010-02-10 at 16:11:42.

Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: good if you


Stalk

Posted on 2010-02-10 at 16:06:45.

Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Sorry boys...


Baklava...



Posted on 2010-02-10 at 15:53:08.

Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Salafef Loe...


that is a good point.

Posted on 2010-02-10 at 15:40:33.

Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: LOL




Posted on 2010-02-10 at 14:32:32.

Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: I know...


I read through it all last night, trying to get into kitty mindframe again... I promise I'm working on it!



M.

Posted on 2010-02-10 at 14:20:17.

Topic: The Fates of Fortune
Subject: 'Is this love? Or should I close the door?'


She had held his hand when she led him into this broken down hovel. Now he held hers as he led her out. The glare of the sun against her face told her they had been in the shadows there for less than an hour. It had felt like a lifetime in there, and in a way it was. Something had died in those shadows while it gave birth to the woman that now stood in public with her fingers entwined with Nyx’s.

Days ago she would have considered gutting anyone who even suggested she could do what she had done, and what she was about to do.

Nyx moved quickly through the streets with her. The gazes they got no longer seemed to concern him, he was focused on one thing only. She marveled at that as she trailed along behind him, wondering how many had seen him like this, and how long it had been.

Lyssa has seen him like this… a voice of doubt whispered silkily in her ear. Quickly she shook her head and tightened her fingers around his.

Shut up… he’s mine now. She’s dead, and even if she weren’t… she could never take him back as he is now… she could never offer him what I can now. Mine! He said he was mine, that I was his.

The promise of an elf? You trust him? How many others, not including Lyssa, has he uttered those words to do you think?


For a moment she stopped in the street, the tug of her fingers in his made him pause and he turned those yellow eyes back at her. Concern at first washed over him and then fear and pain as she could tell he started to wonder if she had changed her mind. His emotions pierced her deeply and she felt her heart begin to bleed.

His heart… she reminded herself. The next moment she found herself once again pressed against him, lips burning against his as hotly as the sun beating down on them. It was quick, the meeting of their souls there, just enough to comfort him and remind her of what they had promised only moments ago. Promises that would soon be branded into flesh. She pulled back and nodded to him as she held his hand and they continued in a hurried pace.

No… not even Lyssa got this. This is mine and mine alone. Whoever Lyssa had no longer existed. I trust him… I love him… she responded finally to the voice of doubt and it fell silent.

The rest of the journey was a blur. Hovels turned into nicer homes and finally gave away to a street lined with well tended business. On the corner a three story home painted white and pale blue rose up, a sign hanging out over the walkway reading ‘The Blue Dove Inn’ told of its conversion into its current business.

With the proper exchange of money anything can be bought, even an elf can get a decent room in Drasnia. And so coins procured a skeleton key, which in turn opened the door of the room.

Women like her did not frequent rooms like this. The wall behind the soft double bed was painted a deep blue, the rest were crisp white. The color scheme worked its way around the rest of the room, from the white wardrobe and matching bureau, to the small writing desk and chair, the high backed chair and the ottoman that rested at its feet, down to the carpet where blue flowers danced under their feet, the curtains were a pale blue lace and china basins filled with fresh water and lavender graced the bureau.

It was all background though. The moment the door closed and locked behind them the only thing she really saw was Nyx. Against the bright blues and stark white of the room his shadows stood out in dark contrast. The corner of her mouth lifted in a smirk as she considered that his lily white skin, once that was all he was wearing, would blend so much better in this room.

They stood only feet from each other, watching how the passion that burned in their eyes moved down their bodies. The desire to simply ravish the body and the soul that had so recently been offered itched at each of them. Biting her lip until it hurt, though, she resisted that temptation and instead closed the distance with slow steps. Her hands reached for the clasp that held his cloak to his shoulders, they trembled as she fussed with it.

Sparks flying across her eyes she looks up at him. “Nyx… my Nyx… I’ve never done this before… I want to though… I want to savor that love you’ve promised… let me savor it… let me savor you…” her voice caresses over him with her request. Her eyes close then and she falls into him; breaks the vow she made to herself under the stars; lets him fill the empty spaces of her soul…


Posted on 2010-02-09 at 21:16:49.

Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: blasted!


^ Is 120% capable of distracting < from work

< Is 86.12% butterscotch

V Wants to know what the remaining 13.88% is...

((did I get that math right, I didn't use a calculator... ... I audit invoices for a living... haha!))

Posted on 2010-02-09 at 18:21:48.

Topic: The Game
Subject: A dangerous game indeed...


So is stalking Eol... and occassionaly that is rather... wet too.

M.

err I lost... again.

Posted on 2010-02-09 at 18:18:59.

Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Hey!


I didn't cook you an omlette to hear you complain about it!

Just eat the **** thing already. Men... sheesh...



M.

Posted on 2010-02-09 at 18:17:47.

Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: My brother is a Platypus


Spell

Posted on 2010-02-09 at 18:16:22.

Topic: The Game
Subject: Frakkity Indeed!


Just can't win can we? Grrr...



M.

Posted on 2010-02-09 at 17:52:04.

Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: my husband has corrupted me...


Skirt.

((ah... that's right... sorry my pop culture reference synapsis failed to fire on that one. ))

Posted on 2010-02-09 at 17:37:46.

Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: LOL


Well give her some time. I think eventually she will get some of her own. Lets just hope it is BEFORE you all get killed.

M.

Posted on 2010-02-09 at 17:25:49.

Topic: Season of the Witch
Subject: Fear


Her stomach grumbled as she crouched down before the slender tree. The thought of eating some wild animal stewed with Kamsha bark, however, was not helping her stomach feel any better. The sour taste the bark held mixed with some (what she expected to be) grizzled meat was not what she wanted. She wanted to be home. She wanted apple tarts. She sighed and tried to focus on gathering the edible parts of the bark.

This was difficult though as she kept having other thoughts. The discussion of the ‘laws of nature’ had continued amongst her comrades. She felt young and ignorant as they discussed them, she knew not what they were talking about. The only part of the conversation she knew a thing about was the Fever. She had had plenty of experience with that. Something had churned in her when the Wild Man (Joseph David Gabriel Feroz) suggested that it was brought on by nature to remind people of the beauty that the wild held. That seemed wrong somehow, but Eofara countered him before she herself had a chance. Then the Wild Man went on to further explain his thoughts, even as Eofara had concluded that it was magic that caused the Fever.

She couldn’t make sense of any of it, and both thoughts left her confused and upset. Nature was beautiful, it held the mystery of life in its delicate hands, a mystery that she cherished and nurtured as best she could. It was difficult to think of Nature creating something so terrible. Those that caught the Fever did not die painlessly, they suffered terribly and their deaths seemed so pointless to Thea. And yet the thought that a creature would purposefully create a disease in order to hurt others was also nearly impossible for her to consider. Evil was something that did not settle into Thea’s heart or her mind. To reduce suffering and extend life was her life’s ambition, to do anything to the contrary was so alien to her she could not find it a valid point of discussion.

She sighed and decided, as usual, to allow such thoughts to trouble the minds of others. The big picture was elusive to her, she dealt with the small things. The current small thing that crept into her thoughts was how they would sleep. Back at the temple she had slept with the other unmarried young women. At home she had slept in her own small room, sometimes with her female cousins curled up with her when they would visit. The thought of sleeping out in the open was terrifying enough, the thought of sharing the clearing with men was nearly paralyzing. At the temple some of the girls had whispered in the dark at night about men, what they wanted with girls and how they went about getting it sometimes. She shuddered and glanced back to where Rose was walking, she prayed that she could curl up with Rose far away from the others. While somewhere deep inside she wondered if Eofara with his pale skin or even the Wild Man with his deep eyes would think of her while she slept, when she couldn’t decide if she liked the idea of that or not she pushed it far from her mind.

SNAP!

Her head snapped up just as quickly as she heard the noise, immediately she sought through the trees, looking to see which of her male companions was sneaking up on her, and cleared her throat to scream for Rose. The scream stuck in her throat though as not one of her companions but instead a large hairy, and very smelly, creature lurched toward her.

She could hear nothing but the pounding of her own blood in her ears as she stumbled backwards, watching with wide eyes as the weapon swung toward her scrapped along the earth instead of her skin and then the creature bounded over her. Only vaguely was she aware that she was screaming now, she could not hear the terrified cries that she sent into the woods, but she could feel her throat constricting.

Everything happened in a blur, more furred creatures came out, blood was spilled across the beautiful carpet of the clearing. She did not know whose blood it was as nothing came in full images, only flashes that seared into her, burning the fear deeper into her soul. She kept pedaling backwards with her feet not sure where she was trying to go. Prayers danced on her consciousness but she could not grab one and hold onto it no matter how many she tried.

Lady Mirros! For those… I give thanks… praise this food… heal… mercy… Mirros… forgive…

((Thea thus is screaming and staying on the ground prone, trying to use her feet to push herself backwards and further into the middle of the clearing. She will continue this into the second round. Note: I imagine that if the defense Rose is trying to put up fails and Thea is lunged at again, she will faint))


Posted on 2010-02-09 at 17:01:17.

Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Still here..


I promise! I am going to try and work up Thea's reaction to this all... I have a feeling there will be lots of crying and perhaps some screaming.



M.

Posted on 2010-02-09 at 14:27:20.

Topic: The Fates of Fortune
Subject: Amin ondea...


She ran. While she curled up against his chest, lost in the shadows he carried with him always, she pounded her escape through the aspens and the oaks that populated her dreams. If she kept running eventually she would find that the trees gave way to a city, that the soft ground was replaced by hardened cobblestones under her feet.

“I want this” his words slowed the race she ran in her mind. The accented words continued as did his touches. His fingers caressed over her even as his words slapped against her bare skin like fresh saplings leaving welts that rose in bright red.

She jolted when he stepped back found herself staring at his moonish eyes once again. Out of the corners of her eyes she could still see the trees rushing past her, branches of white and black bathed in milky yellow moonlight.

Run… something deep in her gut commanded but she held fast to the words he said now. They were not lost as some of his earlier words had been, she feared that if she lost them she would run. Already without his arms wrapped tightly around her she could feel her legs tighten with the desire. The words he spoke were like guiding stars in the heavens that kept her steady instead of retreating backwards.

Eventually his words ended and she was left with the faint impression of the stars in the sky to follow, if she choose to. The impulse to run was still strong but she focused and instead found herself truly considering what he said.

She let him keep the hand he clasped to his heart, although she pressed it further against him and felt the pull of the gash in her palm. Her other hand began to trace over him. It rose first to the fingers that caressed her lips. Delicate as snowflakes falling she flitted her fingers down his and to his wrist, they floated along his arm, catching every stitch in the fabric of his coat and back up to his neck. They traced the pulse that throbbed out from under her other hand up toward his jaw, likewise across his cheek and lips before returning toward his temple and finally into the thick black hair. At last they trembled back across his ear. Carefully they dropped again, down his chest and back to the skull at his waist. Her eyes followed them, considering every inch that the touched, wondering if she could call those inches hers.

Emotion boiled deeply inside of her. Some of it she recognized (desire). Some of it she did not (love?). Thoughts tempted her to simply tear at his clothing and stop this conversation with passion. But she couldn’t. It wasn’t right, not here, not now, not yet… there was still that other emotion to be dealt with. The one that screamed that she did want to claim him.

The need to run welled up in her again, she considered it again. He had offered her love, not just the lustful desire that certainly sparked between them, but something deeper. There might be something here that could trump even her fantasy dreams of what love could be. Could she walk, no run, away from this now? Or would she regret it?

She leaned in a bit and closed her eyes. A deep breath and again she smelled him, and for the first time she really took in his scent and recognized it for what it was; fall, the delicate sap that clings to the golden yellow leaves of the aspens as they drifted down toward the damp mossy earth. She searched her memories, had he truly been with her for years? Another breath and some deep place in the dark spewed forth a memory.

Her ears were still tender, the pink flesh growing over the damaged cartilage was still sensitive to everything. They stung now as she stepped out into the night. Something caught her attention, she spun and just barely caught the sight of a shadow flutter. With a gasp she stepped toward where the shadow was but saw nothing but inky blackness. Her eyes narrowed as she examined it a bit closer, on the wind the smell of aspens drifted out of alley. Still there was nothing there. She shook her head and left.

The next morning she heard that the owner of the house had been slain in his sleep. The memory brought forth more. Shadows that moved, the scent of aspens passing her in the street, the brush of fingers through her hair on the street that she could never attach a wrist to, stars watching her every move. They were always moments that had left her unbalanced but yet somehow she did not mind them.

Could he truly leave me? And will I regret it if I tried to leave him now, after all he is offering?

Slowly her eyes open again and her head bobs in answer to the question in her head as well as the question that he has put at her feet. Tightly she holds his hand and whispers to him softly.

“Amin sana lle corm ar’kama cormamin. Ar’amin ondea lle corm ar’kama corm’lle.”

Rising onto her toes she closes the distance between them and seals what she has just said with a kiss. She breathes him in as he pulls her close again. The kiss does not linger though and she pulls back only to look up into his eyes, a cooler look in hers again.

“But I swear Nyx Shyndyn… if you go back on anything you have just said, if you ever hurt me… you know full well what I am capable of. I will make sure that every moment of your long elven life will be nothing but torture. I will think up new ways to make sure you regret it constantly. May the Gods help me.” There is but a slight tremble in her voice as she says this and immediately after her lips are back on his, harsh and passionate.

It is broken again with a gasp as she again brings her head to his chest, “As for the Hellkites… I want them to know. I want Dmitrova to know that it is you who kills him, the elf whom he severely underestimated. I want him to know why… to know that it is our...” she paused but finally says the word, “love that has ended him.”


Posted on 2010-02-09 at 00:55:08.
Edited on 2010-02-09 at 14:35:59 by Merideth

Topic: RedWyrm School of Online Adventuring
Subject: Gruel, Goblins and Orcs! Oh my!


Professor O'Leary
RedWyrm Cafeteria
Week 1 - Monday afternoon


When the bowl of gruel was snagged from Levanna the older, more seasoned, students stood back, allowing their younger counterparts to take care of the situation on their own. The Codge brothers were known for making trouble, especially with those who failed to stand up for themselves, so getting involved might prove to be worse in the long run than standing up for the halfling.

She seemed to take care of things well enough on her own, throwing the bowl of gruel down the hall way with her magic and then conjuring up ghostly sounds. Her fellow new students even stood up and backed her up but had not yet interfered.

Watching from across the room the goblin was still hoping that the half orc scum had found a new target finally. His thoughts, however, were shifted when Professor O'Leary strode through the doors of the cafeteria.

She held a bowl in her hands and her normally red bouncy curls were sticking to her face, heavy with gruel. Even walking down the hallways could prove dangerous in RedWyrm. Quickly her bright blue eyes sized up the scene before her.

"Alright! Enough!" Her loud commanding voice peeled over the heads of everyone and the ghostly sounds stopped immediatly.

Heads turned, even the half orcs, who were growling and gripping the hilts of their daggers, turned and faced the professor with widened eyes.

"I was hoping to eat lunch... not wear it." Her hand went up immediatly to stop any explainations that might come babbling forth from the new student's mouths.

"Dirdge Codge, Avar Codge and Mytel Codge... report immediatly!"

The three boys grumble and move toward the professor, the one who started the altercation, likely Dirdge as he piqued up when that name was said, whispers dangerously at Levanna as he passes, "I'm not done with you little fry..."

In front of Merideth the three give a short bow and Dirdge speaks up. "Yes Professor O'Leary."

"Don't 'Professor O'Leary' me. I know you are behind this. I wasn't born yesterday. Your mother, one of the ugliest humans I've ever met, but perhaps one of the most patient, pulled some big strings to get you in here. I know for a fact she has walloped you before and I promise if you don't shape up real quickly I will call her down here and have her do it again, publically! Do I make myself clear?" Even with gruel dripping off the small curve of her nose and clumped in her hair she still had a confident air about her and a presence that suggested you should not cross her.

Still grumbling the Codge brothers nodded, and stared at their massive toes.

"Now out of my sight!" Her arm pointed behind her toward the hall and they quickly followed its lead.

Merideth's head raised up as she looked around the room, not giving the departing half orcs another glance. "I trust that this will be the end of distrubances for the day..."

A brief pause as she looked each occupant of the cafeteria over and made sure there was no challenge in their eyes. Seeing none she gives a slight nod of approval and spins on her heels.

"Hurry up with your lunches, Professor Tann'Talas is expecting you in the yard." Her curt voice calls out to them as she dissapears back down the hall.


Posted on 2010-02-07 at 22:48:41.

Topic: Reralae here! Hopefully...
Subject: Yay!


Just glad to have you back dear

M.

Posted on 2010-02-07 at 18:31:04.

Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Rer!


*huggles* Oh we've missed you! Good to see you are still alive!!!

M.

Posted on 2010-02-07 at 17:50:11.

Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: I would...


Although I might be slow... but...

Rer is missing, has been for well over a month now, not sure if we can really go on without her

M.

Posted on 2010-02-07 at 16:05:19.

Topic: RedWyrm School of Online Adventuring - Q&A
Subject: Steelight...


Would be correct. Attack spells would certainly be frowned upon, but not necessarily restricted.

Sorry I have no updated, or gotten to looking over/adjusting character sheets. There was a death in our family which had me occupied for the past two days and now I've got a splitting headache... we shall see how the day goes.

I promise to have something up by tomorrow afternoon at the latest even if it isn't great.

Again, deepest appologies for the delay.

M.

Posted on 2010-02-07 at 16:02:30.

 


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