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Post by jack43vr on Dec 24, 2015 19:45:43 GMT -5
It's been a long time but this thread has inspired me to attempt putting thought to form again. Comments welcome, serious critiques in PMs please. I know, I know...I'm an amateur...
Ragged raging speechless shroud Covered caging thoughtless crowd Lost uniquely to your will N’er my hunger to fulfill Silent stepfalls winded walk Darting daring formless talk Giv’n to pain life is not E’er to die by seconds drop Taken tugging word and will Effervescent choirs trill Found in us shall it be- Purest love eternally?
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Post by The Tallest Dwarf on Jul 6, 2016 20:26:17 GMT -5
I wrote this a number of years ago.This is based originally on the Old Norse poem Grímnismál; the original poem is over 900 years old. The modern archetype of Dwarves we have comes from those old tales and there's a lot of that lingering in most fantasy depictions of the bearded folk, beginning of course with Professor Tolkien. I admire and employ it myself.
All Samanfolk does Allfather feed the far-famed god of old. On ale alone does the bearded lord Moradin, forever live. ...forever live
o'er Faerun Clangeddin and Haela both each day set forth to flay. for Clangeddin I ne'er fear he'll not come home, but for Haela my care is more.
there Erackinor stands, the sacred gate, and behind're the holy doors. old is the gate, but few there are who can tell how it's tightly locked.
five hundred doors and ninety there are, I ween, in Moradin's walls. eight thousand fighters through one door fare when to war with evil they go.
five hundred rooms and forty there are I ween, in Dwarfhome built. of all the homes whose peaks I beheld, my Allfather's the greatest meseemed.
there is Soulforge, where Berronar decrees who shall have seats in the Hall. the half of the dead each day does she choose, the other half does Dumathoin have.
there is Mount Clangeddin, and mithril-bright there stands the Stronghold stretching wide, there does he each day command those who fell in fight.
now comes Gorm Gulthyn, Watchful Tower ere it is he keeps his Vigil and Dugmaren in Soot Hall methinks, master of all lore and runecraft learning
hail to thee, for hailed thou art by the voice of Sharindlar. where the Merciful Court stands, the peacebound realm ye will find nine golden doors.
hail to thee, for hailed thou art by the steps of Marthammor Duin and of Thard Harr old is the gate, but few there are who can tell how it's tightly locked.
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Post by bhagavat on Aug 31, 2016 12:29:17 GMT -5
Axes High, Hammers low, One busted knee and down ya go, A punch in da nads, and dats a real blow, Hi Ho, hi ho, HI HO!
- Bubba Blackore
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Post by grivel on Jun 5, 2017 22:28:21 GMT -5
LINDA BY NIGHT The streets, so lonely do they seem. I walk alone as in a dream. The streetlights stand with gleaming eye Watching me as I go by. The stars, a multitude of light Observe my trespass of the night. "Unwelcome stranger, who are you, who dares disturb the evening dew?" These words a million voices shout, And turning quick I look about But no one's there, just I alone Wondering if I should turn home. The silent houses stare at me. Their cold expressions, I can see. I know they're wondering why I've come. This midnight walk seems strange to some. I mean not to disturb the night, But share its beauty if I might Its hidden beauty few men see Save those who walk alone, like me.
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Post by Animayhem on Jun 21, 2017 14:36:37 GMT -5
Marister's Poem from Shieldmeet 2016
Marister: * It would be a free verse poetic song* Easy cadence. His voice Capella, a warm tenor with a pleasing honey tone* * To those keen on the nuances would feel it a deep and personal with joy and sadness mixed in* *hums* *takes a deep breath*
"Gather round all ye. A tale of journey I have for thee.
The boy, a lonely lad was he. Preferred animals for company. An orphan and oft alone, no family to call his own.
A local Elven bard saw him and said, "Come with me, for you shall be our family.
The boy grew and learned about the wilds. A quick study was he. Though husbandry of the land was not all he learned. Healing of animal and man. He had a gentle hand. Time was at hand for he to wed yet an overshadow of dread.
Upon a simple boat one day, his happiness was torn away.
Taken to a dark land. Cruel to animal and man."
Though struggled he, a life he manged though he was not yet free. Once again the dark shadow of dread hang o'er his head. In haste he had to flee, leaving all he held dear."
Arriving in the new land made him feel like a boy no longer a man.
All he knew was gone.Yet an unknown voice was urging him on, saying the darkness will be pierced by the dawn." The man walked and got to know the land. A feeling of calm and peace came. The voice forming a name. He felt the forest, all the trees and the animals acknowledged him knowingly. In a dream at Eldath"s shrine, he heard the voice of the divine. He awoke and looked around, a miniature unicorn statue was found.
He smiled for his questing was at an end. He would now be Forest friend For he was now of the Forest Queen, Mielikki. He would be her Needle, her champion. A guardian of wood and beasts. He would heal those injured both man and beast. "
Now my tale is done
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Post by Animayhem on Jun 21, 2017 22:04:34 GMT -5
Frost Fair Poem 2017
Orichan Carrian: anyone else want to sing for us?
Marister: It would be more of a poem. Guess i have been drafted. *hums* *looks about* *his voice would be a warm honeyed tenor*
Lilith Starling: *smiles and nods, her eyes on Marister*
Ellena Davis: *merry look* Please, Marister...I haven't heard you in a while.
Valera Serena: *looks up at Marister expectantly*
After everything settles Marister begins. It is free verse,
"A lone silhouette of a man on a hill staring at the moon quite full The stars were clear and bright when a vision came into his sight A creature who gleamed in the bright moonlight
The creature stopped as he saw the man. Just studied him but had not ran As the beast approached the man could see a white wolf ,a female she They looked at each and analyze his for sapphire and her of ice blue eyes
Then slowly a silver shimmer around the wolf and a lady fair with snow white hair and skin so fair The man smiled warmly but the woman stood and stared She then smiled warmly and approached the man and gently took his hand The pair then embraced then afterwards walked quietly from the place, hand and hand looking o'er the land.
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Post by Animayhem on Jun 21, 2017 22:08:21 GMT -5
Marister's Poem from Shallybrook 2017
I greet you all today as a forest walker is my way. Walk slow and calm Listen, Listen,.... Hear the winds....., feel the gentle caress, Hear the birds singing in their nests Look ye at the trees and see a variety of life's history
The animals can teach us well To know amongst nature, how to dwell, Listen to the babbling brook and streams Sit by their banks and have pleasant dreams
The creatures are friends, kin Be respectful walking the forest within The forest can provide what one needs from the simplest berry to the water reeds
If one tread with care ,one can watch the bear or the deer Should you seek the animal for meat respect the life given to eat Thank the animal and use it all ,fur, skin, teeth and claw If you can not use all you take, bury the animal and pray for its sake For as it will return to the soil as will you after your mortal toil
Respect the forest way For as Mielikki says "The wild ways are good ways".
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Post by Animayhem on Oct 1, 2017 17:35:09 GMT -5
Marister's Poem 10/1/17
Marister: I will sing a verse I wrote myself This season is the most holy to My Lady Marister: *Capella a warm honey tenor tone free verse and soft cadence* Marister: *hums and begins*
Autumn has come to all Crisper breeze and leaf fall Golden pumpkins and apples red Are made into pies and spiced bread The changing of the scene Trumpets the Season of the Forest Queen Red brown and green is the mantle of the Forest Queen Golds, reds and browns are the colors of her gown The autumn air cool and clean, the forest beauty to be seen As always ,when you walk in the wood this should be understood Care of plants and creatures great and small As the woods belong to us all.
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Post by Animayhem on Nov 5, 2017 17:06:13 GMT -5
*Soul Harvest Poem- 11/5/17*
Mysterious Night
" The wolf will prowl, the wolf will howl on this mysterious night
To the harvest moon the wolf will croon, on this mysterious night
The dead they say, walk this day On this mysterious night
We dress, we play on this mysterious night
We can be farmers or fools on this mysterious night
Oh the food we eat ,the people we meet on this mysterious night
When the midnight bells peal, all is revealed on this mysterious night As the revelers leave, can all that was seen, be believed on this mysterious night."
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Post by Calliope on Nov 5, 2017 18:57:34 GMT -5
I'm not very good with spelling or grammar or poetic structured liney crap but I do enjoy writing a poem from time to time. I hope you like it. Have a romantic Halloween ^_^
Fatal Cure
Burred in sorrows burred in guilt a thousand lost tomorrows plunged to the hilt. Short was our life short was its end a gift to the earth our bodies we send.
For our words were lost in the darkness swirling in a shallow black abyss like fists of rage lusting for vengeance and our mouths were open sepulchers with thirsting tongues and gnashing teeth.
Lap up your blood nave and lick your bleeding wounds as you listen to the chorus of my final love song now accompanied by the sporadic beats of my dying heart.
For I have discovered the fatal cure for life and found what I was in search of. At the first glance of your face, I stumbled, I fell six feet in love.
Burred in sorrows burred in guilt a thousand lost tomorrows plunged to the hilt. Short was our life short was its end a gift to the earth our bodies we send.
<3 -Calliope
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Post by Animayhem on Feb 4, 2018 16:51:13 GMT -5
Suzail Feb 4 2018- MARISTER'S POEM
Tell Me
(the rp)
A tale I tell for you today. Of a bard inspired to play There, once in a garden fair, a happy pair A bard and his love so fair They had walked a while that day. As the soon positioned at noon, The bard was inspired to compose a tune Sitting at his lady's feet, with his lute he began to strum Notes and music he began to hum
Osecian Lyre-Chant: *smiles, underlines the spoken words with a pastoral flavor melody, played sotto*
" Oh maiden, maiden tell me true!
Gar'Bash'Rend: *jingles the tamborine*
What can grow without the dew!
Davina Lyre-Chant : *she also plays in to background, just with soft romantic tunes to Marister's piece about love*
What can burn for years and years! What can cry and shed no tears?
Saliah Areman: *enjoys the accompanying notes*
His lady flattered truth be told. Giggles at the questions bold She replied, "Silly lad, the answers true A stone can grow with out the dew Teena Turnip: *deftly plays the strings* Love can burn for years and years Moonyava : *wiggles in her seat and sits up as straight as she can to see Marister a serene smile on her lightly wind burnt face*
A heart can cry and shed no tears. The bard ,his eyes open wide Looked at his lady with great pride He looked at her and she at him. They stood and he set his lute in his case He then took her in his embrace Happiness radiant in his face. Hand and hand the two did depart Love having grown deeper in their hearts.
Lyn Silverquick: *claps politely* Otter: *claps loudly* Davina Lyre-Chant : *she let the tunes fade, claps then* Saliah Areman: *stands and applauds* A sweet song, very nice. Phaedria Brightwater: *applauds* Otter: Well done. Marister: *head dip* Celine Silverthorn: *applauds* Moonyava : *claps* Osecian Lyre-Chant: *claps* well done marister! Bao Gur: *applauds* Roippi Lener: *claps* Marister: Thank you all Procks: *cough cough* Togar: *Claps, his gauntlets making echoing clangs* Mara Iron-Heart: *polite applause again* Well done Davina Lyre-Chant : A lovely song *she smiles, looks to Teena* Now lady hin, let us hear your song Moonyava : *continues to clap * Marister: *bows again then allows teena to come forth Teena Turnip: *smiles* Saliah Areman: *the last song seems to have left a smile on his face some*
The Poem
A tale I tell for you today. Of a bard inspired to play There, once in a garden fair, a happy pair A bard and his love so fair They had walked a while that day. As the soon positioned at noon, The bard was inspired to compose a tune Sitting at his lady's feet, with his lute he began to strum Notes and music he began to hum
" Oh maiden, maiden tell me true! What can grow without the dew! What can burn for years and years! What can cry and shed no tears?"
His lady flattered truth be told. Giggles at the questions bold She replied,
"Silly lad, the answers true
A stone can grow with out the dew Love can burn for years and years A heart can cry and shed no tears."
The bard ,his eyes open wide Looked at his lady with great pride He looked at her and she at him. They stood and he set his lute in his case He then took her in his embrace Happiness radiant in his face. Hand and hand the two did depart Love having grown deeper in their hearts.
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Post by Animayhem on Jul 1, 2018 20:31:32 GMT -5
7/1/18 Marister's Birthday poem for Davina.
Marister: 'Oh we are gathered here today To celebrate the "Hatching Day" Of a sassy lass made from brass Marister: *grins to vina* Osecian Lyre-Chant: *chortles* Davina Lyre-Chant : *so she sticks with her sea wave like tunes and grins as she recognizes something* Arician "The Blue" Hellscarem: *smiles and shakes his head some* Marister: Although her actual day may have past it is still a good reason to celebrate during this summer season A birthday should be full of mirth A festive celebration One of song, food and jubilation So let us raise our glass and give a toast To our gracious hosts Osecian Lyre-Chant: *pauses to grab his glass off the table* Arician "The Blue" Hellscarem: *pours his table four glasses* Marister: As we raise our glass , Let us say Eranin Ketia: *she reaches to her pack, and pulls two bottles out..* *passes one to Ellena, and sips the other* Ellena Davis: **amused glance, then raises a bottle* Marister: Happy Naming day! *drinks* Ellena Davis: Happy Naming Day! Eranin Ketia: *Raises her bottle, and then drinks* Osecian Lyre-Chant: Happy Naming Day! Marister: Now that my song is done let us dance and have some fun
Poem without the inbetweens.
Oh we are gathered here today To celebrate the "Hatching Day" Of a sassy lass made from brass Although her actual day may have past
it is still a good reason to celebrate during this summer season A birthday should be full of mirth A festive celebration One of song, food and jubilation So let us raise our glass and give a toast To our gracious hosts
As we raise our glass , Let us say Happy Naming day!
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Post by Animayhem on Aug 13, 2018 23:12:22 GMT -5
Midsummer Poem (2018)
The man woke up with the rising sun.
A ritual to be done.
He went to the shrine to pray
then set out on his way.
To a place carefully prepared the night before.
Gently as he worked the ground,
a sapling he planted down. He continued his plantings with special care. Sensing a special aura in the air.
After he was done he looked and noted the position of the sun. He then carefully walked though the trees
towards the glen a silvery glow and mist within. He held his breath in awe at the wondrous sight he saw Many of silver horn and mane, One stops and looks his way and gives out a silvery neigh The man smiles as it looks his way. He gently climbs upon the beast A prayer of thanks to his Lady he hums and joins in the midnight run
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Post by Animayhem on Dec 2, 2018 18:10:23 GMT -5
From Soul Harvest 2018
Ode to a Pumpkin
Marister: *speaks as he carves and holds up the pumpkin. Oh what a sad fate my orange friend Marister: *carves* To meet such a grisly end Marister: *looks back at the jack 'o lantern Ah yes my friend I had forgot Do not worry you shall not rot You will long be remembered by more than I As roasted seed and pumpkin pie I now carve you mouth, nose and eye.
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Post by Animayhem on Dec 2, 2018 18:19:04 GMT -5
Another from Soul Harvest 2018
The Watcher
As a Guardian of the wood I watch you sight unseen As I serve the Forest queen Respect her well or
No fouler beast shall you ever see Set fire or burn to the ground,
A fierce howl shall be the sound For hunt you down I shall and good for the damage done to my "hood".
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Post by woogieboogie on Feb 20, 2019 20:10:01 GMT -5
Here is one from way back. Alkabiatese wrote this in (Erevanish) honor of Shamoke.
There is a kin named Shamoke. To things he liked to zap and poke. One day he poked a tree. Alas, it was full of bees. And now he is the butt of this joke.
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Post by mandene on Feb 21, 2019 3:59:22 GMT -5
Here's something from Ariean's journal
in the reflection this is what I see a pair of black eyes looking back at me she calls to me reaching with her hand to lead me back to her quiet land
I step through the mirror with surprising ease to where all is still, there's not even a breeze silent, calm, dampened heavily, the beauty of it is apparent to me
I feel drawn to stay here and I am at peace, but soon my experience of this place will cease this is only illusion, 'cause I now see a quake and the image I saw further has a slight remake
on the other side the world ever changes diverging from the familiar, always rearranges mirages and echoes of things that I know altered, distorted nightmares shifting on the go
my gaze from the macabre is turned by my twin who speaks to me with an unsettling grin here, do you see now, is your home my dear here you will never have anything to fear
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Post by mandene on Feb 21, 2019 4:16:11 GMT -5
My personal style differs heavily from what I've been writing in character. I don't rhyme. I use few words, almost no grammar, and instead use white spaces
This is something written by me in my teens, when women that are very close to me told me stories of their experiences with incest and pedophilia. Don't read if you find the subject too difficult.
His hands SREAM WEEEP cannnot Want to run just lying there His hands on my naked body
No! Let Go!
A little girl me
Love me don't touch Your hands will become his
Pain A little girl again
Here's another one on a much better subject
A kiss on the cheek
Few words gestures and a smile
all of this I've got from you
A lot?
I retain my solitude and a cheek ablaze
resentment
and the wait for your Smile
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Post by Animayhem on Mar 24, 2019 21:50:24 GMT -5
Marister's Poem from the March 10th Phoenix Theater
"Fair of Hair, Fair of face She who walks with grace Long fine hair down to her waist Her long hair does it flow, at night catches the moon's glow Eyes pale and blue, Like the spring sky hue Her smile warm and kind, One rarely seen and hard to find Her heart is pure and true.
Marister: *dramatic pause*
You wonder who this Lady Be?
She is my wife, my mate, my Lady Cassily."
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Post by Animayhem on Mar 24, 2019 22:01:44 GMT -5
Marister's songs from Mar 24th Shallybrook Pot luck
Marister: Oz and davina may I ask your assistance Osecian Lyre-Chant: Always! Davina Lyre-Chant : But of course Marister: Hello All for those who do not know me I am Marister. Full time ranger occasional port. Merrybella: *looks sweet on Uggams* Uggams Mantooth: *He looks over* Oh, um, hi. Merrybella: Hey, do you think that if they play another toe tapper, we can dance? Marister: Can you play a sea shanty rhythm Vexx: Im Heckling you Marister! Because I -love- you!!! Whohooo!! Marister: I have to short poems inspired by today Uggams Mantooth: Um...I think I have at least one dance in me, sure. *He forces an awkward grin* Osecian Lyre-Chant: love to *looks for his violin this time* Merrybella: *claps her hands* Great! We'll wait to see if they do a good one.
Marister: Everyone when I start, clap your hands and feel free to add Davina Lyre-Chant : Gladly will do *she smiles* Sylus Kelton: *smirks and gives Aella a little squeeze* Uggams Mantooth: Yep, we'll see how it goes. *He nods, and takes his place by the stump*
Marister: *taps his feet to a sea shanty Osecian Lyre-Chant: *quick tune up, gives him a nod* Aaron Alexander: *leans against the post behind him quietly and listens as he can look over the general assembly as well*
Marister: Then I will have one to honor the hins Mynian Copperhand: Oh eh? Me c'n rhythm in ta that. *pulls her yarting forward again*
Marister: *warm tenor* Davina Lyre-Chant : *she waits for the beginning, her fingers brush the harp strings* Aella Malein: *Boops Sylus*
Marister: OH what to yo da do with a drunken Otter? Merrybella: *scoots close to Uggams, a woman with a mission* Marriah has joined as a player.. Osecian Lyre-Chant: *starts a merry fiddle shanty, twiddly music perfect for a jig
Marister: Whatda ya do? Ellena Davis: *quietly* Oh dear... Merrybella: *tugs on Uggams* Come on! Uggams Mantooth: *Regards her skeptically for a brief moment, before standing up* Chrysthania Tharkusdottir: *groans*
Marister: Throw him in da riva? Kharne Goodmane: *hands otter a bottle of mead* need a refill *grins* Uggams Mantooth: *Mutters* Okay, okay...How did this go... Davina Lyre-Chant : *she grins, then seems to recognize, then plays the merry shanty melody in the background*
Zurtuk: What do yah do! Marister: Oh waht do ya do with a drunken otter early in da mornin Merrybella: *starts off with a pretty typical Shallybrook jig* Kharne Goodmane: *chuckles hearin the lyrics* Aaron Alexander: *sips on his second cup of raspberry cocoa* Marister: *looks to otter and mouse* Uggams Mantooth: *He begins the awkward steps of a recluse who hasn't danced recreationally in a long time* Osecian Lyre-Chant: *taps his foot, the bow dancin over the string* Kai'Arias'tama "Among" Alodel: *Looks up at Otter*
The Voice: * A few more join in, recognizing the dance- it appears to be a group dance*
Sylus Kelton: *takes another swig of his fruit juice watching the show with a smirk* Mynian Copperhand: *listens for a few bars, following the Lyre-Chant's lead, adds a plucking rhythm*
Zurtuk: What do yah do? What do yah do!
Marister: *taps his foot Otter: *keeps an eye listening to everyone while he drinks another bottle* Merrybella: *Laughs and pulls Uggams along, seeming to not give a wit that he's akward.* Osecian Lyre-Chant: *smiles and nods to Myn in gratitude* Davina Lyre-Chant : *she sways to the catchy familiar melody and plays along with them* Uggams Mantooth: *He almost reflexively takes an odd step like he's dodging the swords and axes of a group of orcs on each side, which seems to make him move faster and with some rhythm, before he abruptly stops, and looks flushed as he slowlyh gets back into what he's supposed to be doing* Chrysthania Tharkusdottir: *checks bother her feet and mutters "yep both are still LEFT"*
Marister: Throw him in da riva throw him in the riva Merrybella: *And he's not so akward after all* Mynian Copperhand: *smiles and nods in return*
Marister: Oh waht do ya do with a drunken Ottah Zurtuk: AYE! Throw him in the river! Marister: Oh what do ya do Uggams Mantooth: *After those moments, it starts to come back to him, like some buried sensory memory, and he dances competently*
Marister: Give him some eels boyo give him some eels Rainer Bloodfang: Holy *chickenwing* theres a lot of people here Merem Granthorrel: 'ello Osecian Lyre-Chant: *the tune bounces along cheerfully*
Marister: *steps a bit to the rhythm Uggams Mantooth: *He takes a moment from dancing to wave in the general direction of newcomers*
DM Muse: [Shout] ~~ Shallybrook erupts with a joyful group dance, while listening to the upbeat music of the bards. Drunk, fully, merry- it's a celebration and the town seems not one wit shy to boogie down.
Several of the locals pull in strangers- making friends of them. ~~
Merem Granthorrel: *glances around, saucer-like dilated pupils looking around in awe* Rika Jarna: *holds his arm to make sure he isnt going to fall over*
Marister: Oi what do ya do with a drunken otter early in da mornin
Kai Rurounin: *Lifts Zyla to her feet and begins dancing with her* Davina Lyre-Chant : *she taps her feet to the rhythm as she accompanies them* Ting Cent: * watches and relaxes * Merem Granthorrel: *rubs at hi sred-rimmed eyes* Rainer Bloodfang: *spots the table with food* Ariean Hunithitryn'Rae: *places bottles filled with blue liquid into the cooler* Osecian Lyre-Chant: *sways to the beat the violin is creating* Mynian Copperhand: *occationally slapping her hand on the side of the yarting to add to the rhythm* Kharne Goodmane: *looks to Rika half-drunk but still seeming to have his wit* I'm ok but thank you for the support *smiles*
DM Muse: [Shout] ~~ The reputation of the hamlet to know how to throw a party apparently lives up to it's name. Folks half tall, and more spirit to give five times over. ~~
Marister: *changes the lyrics** same tune*
Osecian Lyre-Chant: *nods to marister* Vexx: *unsteadily falls into Kai* Kharne Goodmane: I got my body guard miss Delaclya to guard me *smiles* Delaclya Relipe: *waves at rainer*
Marister: *taps his foot
Sylus Kelton: *chuckles*
Marister: *same beat Delaclya Relipe: wait what?
Marister: Oh tis a wonderous thin To be invited by a hin Davina Lyre-Chant : *she stays in tune, swaying to the merry shanty melody*
Marister: Free flowing food and wine
Kharne Goodmane: *grins at her* Delaclya Relipe: we havent even discussed the pay, yet
Marister: A feast most divine
Kai Rurounin: Holds her up and dances slowly with her* Uggams Mantooth: *He says lowly, as he starts to fall into the rhythms* Too...be...invited... Osecian Lyre-Chant: *whoops*
Marister: The music that they play, Chase the dark clouds away
Merrybella: *twirls with Uggams, beaming and blushing*
Marister: Oh what a wonderous thin A party thrown by hin
Davina Lyre-Chant : *her melody seems cheerful and easy to join in if one likes*
Marister: *bows*
Mahanae: carefully corks... or attempts to cork the now empty bottle, which takes her several -minutes- to properly do, a deep breath as she continues to observe the spectacle before her. Delaclya Relipe: guess im he one trying to stay sober today, then Davina Lyre-Chant : *then she lets the melody fade as Marister seem sto end, bows and smile as well* Osecian Lyre-Chant: *whistles in appreciation* Eranin Ketia: *claps* Kharne Goodmane: I think we're all pretty safe at the moment
Marister: *bows*
Ting Cent: * claps * Merrybella: *leans in and gives Uggams a kiss on the cheek!* Kharne Goodmane: *claps* Ellena Davis: **applaud carefully* Chrysthania Tharkusdottir: *applauds* Sylus Kelton: *chuckle* Marister: *smiled* Osecian Lyre-Chant: that is some fine dancing folks! well done! *claps the dancers* Davina Lyre-Chant : *she applaudes* Very lovely, always a joy to play with you Mynian Copperhand: *follows their lead again and ends the music when they do, applauds afterwards* Marister: I am honored Davina Lyre-Chant : Dancing audience is the greatest reward for us *she smiles* Osecian Lyre-Chant: *claps Marister and Mynian* Aaron Alexander: *cant help but laugh a little* Uggams Mantooth: *He chuckles awkwardly and nods, slightly flushed.
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Post by Animayhem on Jan 5, 2020 18:29:05 GMT -5
(1/4/2020) Marister Poem - the rp
Marister: *he stands angled so all can see no one sees his back Thorell Eberlar: ...No more magic. ...No more magic. Marister: *he posiions himself so his sapphire eyes sparkle like the gems* Melinda 'Kiki' Heartfire: I signed the packaging. Marister: His voice is a warm tenor in tone .* *He seems to be looking ahead seeing all yet nothing. He begins* Runa Rothgar: "That is very nice.. " She smiles, glancing over the doll. Marister: I awake in the dark not light no sound Runa Rothgar: "You already donated black pearls.. I haven't sold them yet.." Melinda 'Kiki' Heartfire: Perhaps it will be worth something. Oh, right. I got a little more gold since then. Marister: Then suddenly the sound of the hound Melinda 'Kiki' Heartfire: I'll fundraise eventually. Marister: The sound of dread constant in one's head Mynian Copperhand: *looks at Marister a moment* *then looks at the door behind him* Melinda 'Kiki' Heartfire: Now that this is resolved, I'll have to learn how to teleport to avoid the expensive caravan fare Marister: Suddenly, as the sound of the hound abates. A new horror awaits. Runa Rothgar: Runa smiles to Kiki before glancing to Marister. Marister: One looks to the ground no living then found Thorell Eberlar: *points past Azorus to Cedric* Marister: random circle of lights not enough to chase the fright. as one walks around one hears another sound more piercing than the first causes one to look above at first purple clouds in a dark sky Mynian Copperhand: *eyebrows furrowing as she listens to Marister's sung words* Marister: shapes from whole and parts taking on form Souls ripped..... and torn..... The sounds of the forlorn Marister: *he winces slightly before continuing Marister: Their wailing never ceased Unaware of time and space, Unaware of their fate Barely do their sounds abate then one hears the hounds of hate One who is aware tries to flee yet dark chasms around he Taking no more down on his knees, he pleas to be at ease His prayers ignored he frantically seeks the door, an escape It slammed in his face How long?... Til the sounds be gone? Marister: *His voiced faded wracked with emotion**he puts the flare away signalling he is done* Marister: *bows* Mynian Copperhand: *puts her drink down, clapping* Sylus Kelton: *claps* Runa Rothgar: The priestess smiles faintly and applauds. Melinda 'Kiki' Heartfire: *Applauds* Marister: *head dip* Helga Battleaxe: *claps for marister* Thorell Eberlar: *applauds* Kai'Arias'tama Mouse Alodel: *Applauds* Theravien N'ar: *bows to Marister*
The Poem - Darkness Falls
I awake in the dark not light no sound
Then suddenly the sound of the hound The sound of dread constant in one's head Suddenly, as the sound of the hound abates. A new horror awaits. One looks to the ground no living then found Random circle of lights not enough to chase the fright. As one walks around one hears another sound More piercing than the first causes one to look above At first purple clouds in a dark sky Shapes from whole and parts taking on form Souls ripped..... and torn..... The sounds of the forlorn Their wailing never ceased
Unaware of time and space, Unaware of their fate Barely do their sounds abate then one hears the hounds of hate One who is aware tries to flee yet dark chasms around he Taking no more down on his knees, he pleas to be at ease His prayers ignored he frantically seeks the door, an escape It slammed in his face How long?... Til the sounds be gone?
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Post by Animayhem on Mar 29, 2020 16:44:58 GMT -5
Fireside Feasts March 22 2020
Marister:
The man awoke, his sleep fitful and uneasy. He suddenly awoke an odd feeling came about him. He quickly dressed and rushed outside. A white glow was seen in the distance. Still unnerved the man walked to the apparition.
Manus Thunderrock: Treeugger stories? Delvar Hammerhand: Hallo Manus Manus Thunderrock: Oi Red Sylus Kelton: *snickers at Manus then offers a wave*
Marister:
He approached and the image became clearer. It was a unicorn white with a silver horn translucent as the full noon.
Aella Malein: **Sips her coaco as she listens to Maristers tale* Xain Arldson: *Takes cookie and nibbles it* Manus Thunderrock: *Nods to Sylus*
Marister:
The creature motioned for the man to follow. The man did and dressed for the hunt should it need be.
Nicolas Leduc: *and again raises his glass to Radoc* Good evening, m'lady.. Marister:
They traveled in the long and winding forest putting down any foes they came across. They approached a small alcove. The ghostly creature pawed at a spot in the ground and the man helped him dig.
Manus Thunderrock: *Pulls a cookie from his bag* Mynian Copperhand: *fiddles with the cloak in her hands again, continues to listen*
Marister:
A satchel was found and inside there were a few trinkets and a diary The man sat down as he read, a feeling of sadness and anger. The owner of this was prey for the high hunt. As he read, he could see the woman and her steed nothing but bone,running for their lives with the foul followers at there heels.
Reina Damarra: The place can no doubt be brought in better order than it is. -she offers a faint smile.- And I'm certain the city will appeciate this situation resolved, so that we all can focus on the recent attacks. Runa Rothgar: Runa listens on to the story telling as the two speak at her flank. Norah Klender: *sips from her cup of tea* Kal'Ithya de Mainne: I see
Marister:
The woman knew the forest well , she and her steed managed to avoid being captured and thrown into the pot for eating.
Manus Thunderrock: *Finishes the rest of his quad* Nicolas Leduc: Hm... *shifts about to Breannah's side* Breannah: *sips a little at her drink* Nicolas Leduc: *murmurs*
Marister:
The man closed the book tears of sadness and anger fell down his face. With great reverence, he put the book back and carried the satchel.
Xain Arldson: *finishes his tea and refills his cup while refreshing Norrahs*
Marister:
The apparition looked weary and led the man to another place and started to dig. It collapsed leaving the man to continue. The man uncovered what was underneath, human and equine bones.
Norah Klender: *grins in gratitude, sips slowly*
Marister:
He set down the satchel and put the items in another bag. With great reverence he put in the found satchel bones of the woman and steed He and the apparition went to the shrine. The man and the priestess buried the steed and woman in a part of the garden. No sooner had they done so, the apparition of the woman and steed appeared healthy but ethereal.
Runa Rothgar: Runa glances behind to Ashley. "Nothing as of yet, thank you." Noting her peeking from behind.
Marister: They thanked the priestess and the man. Before they parted ,the woman told the man "You have been granted the mantle, wear it well." The Lady was Amber Brightmoon, Needle of Mielikki and her steed was Summermoon. *He bows signaling he is done.*
Sylus Kelton: *clap claps* Mischa Zarkaeen: *light applause* Ru: *claps* Alvin Harper: *Claps* Manus Thunderrock: Gud on ye lad Norah Klender: *applauds* Marister: *smiles to everyone Norah Klender: Well done, Marister Runa Rothgar: Runa applauds to Marister. Alvin Harper: Most excellent. Marister: Thank you Norah Xain Arldson: Good Job! Lorren Wrenn: ::A light applause, for politeness' sake.:: Marister: *Makes room for the next one. Head dip to all.* Delvar Hammerhand: *Delvar awakes at the aplauses* Runa Rothgar: "Free drinks for Marister!" "On me!" Delvar Hammerhand: Noice noice! *hic*
Marister: *chuckles* Thank you Priestess. *bows
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Post by Animayhem on Apr 5, 2020 16:33:58 GMT -5
A Floral Affair
Marister:
" In the village of the hin Up on a hill the sound of laughter and music can be heard The smells of cooking in the air Gives one thoughts of a grand affair
Chell Floudirian: *smiling wide*
The flowers are in perfect bloom
removing winter's gloom
Davina Lyre-Chant : *she smiles and plays along, the tunes of her harp give a cozy feeling of home and cheerfulness at the same time*
Pink, red and blue
and even some a yellow hue
Osecian Lyre-Chant: *warm bass notes*
In the garden of the bards who play
do grant ease and happiness on this day The gardens that we see
Honor the goddess Chauntea
Osecian Lyre-Chant: *smiles, touched by the words* Davina Lyre-Chant : *she grins, still concentrated not to laugh as Marister mentions them, she still plays along happily*
Come all ye and gather round
for the delightful sights and sounds.
Marister: *bows*
Chell Floudirian: *cheers* Forlin Swift: ::nods:: Osecian Lyre-Chant: YES! Chell Floudirian: Woohoo! Chell Floudirian: *claps* Well done. Osecian Lyre-Chant: that was so good! *claps*
Marister: Thank you
Gregory Griffincroft: *for some reason starts to think women's gardens* Davina Lyre-Chant : Very pretty to mention us *she laughs and claps* Otter: *applaud* Osecian Lyre-Chant: What I love about all our friends and visitors is they all perform in such different ways, every one is great
Marister: *grinned
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Post by nemusator on Apr 9, 2020 6:51:14 GMT -5
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