Epic for Talkos
The waves beat heavily
Against the shore.
Yet even in the large
Swells of water
Still do flutter
Only one, though, while
Playing in the kelp
Heard his desperate
Cries for help
In the high surge
On a ship about to give
A man sacrificed himself
So another might live.
Down he sank,
Under crashing wave
Sure that this
Would be his grave.
From the kelp beds
She watched him sink
And she leapt forward
Before she could think.
She swam to him and
Took him in her arm
Then swam to the surface,
Much to his alarm.
When they reached the shore
She gently let him go
She then sang to him
A song all mermaids know
"People shun me because
Of who I am
I am something
They don't understand
It was one of the happiest times in Kiyune's entire life. The landscape spread out before in a never ending carpet of flowers, and even if there was no water to be seen, just so many flowers, so much color, so much life and energy, made her happy just to be a part of it. Around and around she spun, letting the joy flow through her entire being. And then Rain was beside her, and the two of them through flowers at one another, and in the afternoon sun it looked like gold that they were throwing. As they played, Kiyune sensed another force, but never once did she think it was anything but friendly. She ran into Mesiyeru's open arms, Rain following close behind, but staying far enough back that Kiyune had a moment with Mesiyeru to herself. There the water witch and the necromancer kissed.
The instant their lips touched, everything around them went dark. Rain disappeared without a sound, but Kiyune instantly felt h
Tolkien BlipAngels of old come to earth
hidden from the eyes of men
by forms unquestioned
Upon the land they trod
shaping, forming, molding
making it as it should be
Endowed by The One
with the power to be real
realer than real made men
They walk the earth forever
old men growing slowly older
but never really old enough
The istari's time has come
the istari's time has gone
the time of men is now
Outside Saeti was throwing up. This in and of itself was enough to concern Parry immensely, but before she could do anything, the wolf-were had collapsed. With a cry of alarm she ran forward and scooped her best friend into her arms, despite a rather disgusting surroundings (Saeti was throwing up, remember? Well, let me tell you, puke does not just go away, and especially not wolf-were puke. It sticks around for a long, long while if it is not taken care of, and is really nasty besides. Its usually a greenish color-)
"Excuse me, but can we PLEASE not talk about this?!" Dirwe yelled up at the sky while pointing to Parry. Poor Parry looked like she was going to throw up herself, evidentially she had not realized before exactly what she was quite literally getting herself into when she tried to pick up Parry. Her left eye started to twitch and it looked like she wanted to scream, but could not quite find the air
Hymn of the Lost Children
Hush little one, My sweet little child,
Cry you not this long night
To river we go, where you hath played
Many a bright summer's day
Fear not, my child, the end is swift and silent,
So hush now my little one
Miss you I shall, even 'fore sight of you is gone,
For we shall not meet again
Sweet little one, I wish I could keep you,
But that is not to be so
In times when evil deeds prevail,
You are too pure to stay
So you must go where they cannot find you,
Please find peace where you lay
Hush little one, My sweet little child,
Cry you not this long night
Chapter Seven: Ravished (Or a hot, steamy, gratuitous sex orgy with all of the main characters)
"WHAT!?" There was a moment of collectively stunned silence before all hell broke loose. There was a general mad dash towards the room where they had left, hindered somewhat as basic clothing items were discarded and characters found themselves looking at their comrades in ways they never had even imagined before. Especially embarrassing was poor Feiskar's situation as he was suddenly transformed from a squirrel into a handsome man with very few clothes on and a distinct attraction to Saeti. Cin and Parry were also upset as they found themselves getting closer and closer together with less and less on. Absin and Dirwe found their hands brushing against one another's in the most inappropriate manner, and Cratty and Tsidu had fallen out of step with the company entirely, having been the weakest and therefore most influenced by the new narr
Chapter Six: The Incredible Edible Cheese (Or giving a whole new meaning to the word constipation.)
In the smoke filled room four players gazed at each other warily over the tops of their cards, judging the other's hands by their facial expressions. Narrowed eyes swung back and forth, glaring at each of the other players in turn. Sudden one play succumbed to the pressure and threw down his hand, a second did likewise, much to the amusement of the other two players.
"I am out." The blue squirrel mage (who's fur had actually faded to a near normal grey) groused. "This game is too rich for my blood." He muttered as the remaining two players anteed up the betting yet again.
"Whahee sah." Absin echoed, though no one could really understand him.
"I guess that means that it is up to me," Cin said grimly, turning all of his attention back to the one sitting in front of him.
"What are you going to do, boy?" The man asked, grinning over his
Chapter 5 -and a half-
Chapter Five and a Half: The Isle of the Knitters (Or no experience required, please apply within.)
The rolling seas seemed endless to Parry as she hung over the bow of the ship and retched out her guts. Retrospectively she wondered if taking the position of captain without any previous sea experience was such a wise thing. Really, though, it was far too late now to question her decision. They were close to a week out of port, and though they were traveling along the coastline (or at least the first mate assured her that the black line she saw so far off in the distance was indeed the coast) she really did not know how far they had gone, or even how much farther it was until they hit open water and set off on the real adventure; the search for the famed knitting needles was about to begin.
While Parry was busy at the side of the ship, Saeti, who had taken to the ocean much more easily than her friend, bounded up and down the deck, enjoying a game with s
Chapter Five: Transportation (or what happens when the author lets her self become too involved in her own novel)
Every one stared at the squirrel, unsure of exactly what had just taken place, or even if they should really believe their eyes that their magic eight ball, their only source of information, had just vanished into thin air.
"What did you do?!" Cin exclaimed, picking up the small creature by its grayish blue tail.
"I did not do anything, honest!" Feiskar tried to explain, waving his arms for emphasis. "I just asked it a question and it disappeared! Please," there were tears in his eyes now, though whether they were real or just there to save his skin was open for debate, "You have to believe me, I did not do anything!" He looked around at the group, only to find them looking at him skeptically. "Really, would an old squirrel lie to you?" He tried to make himself look as innocent as possible, though