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Epic for TalkosSplashing, crashingRoaring, dashingThe waves beat heavilyAgainst the shore.Yet even in the largeSwells of waterBlue-green tailsStill do flutterOnly one, though, whilePlaying in the kelpHeard his desperateCries for helpIn the high surgeOn a ship about to giveA man sacrificed himselfSo another might live.Down he sank,Under crashing waveSure that thisWould be his grave.From the kelp bedsShe watched him sinkAnd she leapt forwardBefore she could think.She swam to him andTook him in her armThen swam to the surface,Much to his alarm.When they reached the shoreShe gently let him goShe then sang to himA song all mermaids know "People shun me because Of who I am I am something They don't understand &
Kiyune's DreamIt 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 earthhidden from the eyes of menby forms unquestionedUpon the land they trodshaping, forming, moldingmaking it as it should beEndowed by The Onewith the power to be realrealer than real made menThey walk the earth foreverold men growing slowly olderbut never really old enoughThe istari's time has comethe istari's time has gonethe time of men is now
Chapter 8Outside 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 ChildrenHush little one, My sweet little child,Cry you not this long nightTo river we go, where you hath playedMany a bright summer's dayFear not, my child, the end is swift and silent,So hush now my little oneMiss you I shall, even 'fore sight of you is gone,For we shall not meet againSweet little one, I wish I could keep you,But that is not to be soIn times when evil deeds prevail,You are too pure to staySo you must go where they cannot find you,Please find peace where you layHush little one, My sweet little child,Cry you not this long night
Chapter 7Chapter 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