CoriLynn and A Poem! :P
A poem! :P
Cr 30 cr 30!
Off i go Off i go
We start out good, I knew we should
but now we're getting slow!
Cr 30 Cr 30
down this loop, down this loop
We go ahead, us 2 we led
but now were lost from our groop
Wrong way he says wrong way
Do not go that way
Or you will not meet us here
This way this way my dears
So we take his way, take his way
Though he expects the least,
Look at at what we find, we find!
3 levels ambushed with beasts!
We get through angry and week
His outlook sure seems bleak!
But as we come to him down the path
filled with anger and wrath
he says "I told you I knew the way!"
And all we could do was laugh I say.
~CoriLynn
Demagogue (3)
Fuzzy Winner for first
fortnight December 2001
Carnaugh with
Campaign Poster
Fuzzy Winner for second
fortnight December 2001
Morrigan with
Hunting the elusive Unseelie
Hunting the elusive Unseelie
(No this isn't what your thinking it is, it can't possible
be that ethior. No... no not that ethior, Nope still wrong. Ok now that
was just Way off...)
Here we are in the Wild Out Back Of Mileth Stalking
the Rare Unseelies Court Member as it stalks it's unsuspecting Pray.
This Pray goes by many names. The Local Bushmen refure to them as 'Newbies'
These Bushmen are often more powerful then a simailr group that call
them selves the "Civilaized Poeple" They call this Pray 'Peasents'.
For the sake of less confusion we'll be calling these
poeple 'younging' Becuse that seems to sound like the Sound the rare
Unseelies makes one one is spoted.
Now, Vary little is known about the Unseelie Creatures
and their Culter, But form what we can tell they Build huge Momuments
out of Cheese that resabile a Man that they refure as "The Great
High Lord and Surprem Dirctor of the Unsiverse and things of simlair
unimportants, ect. ect. ect." Of Corse after a great many Deoch
of research We've discovered that they Call this Creature or God Like
being A Swanberg. Sad we have no evedince of the actual existance of
This Swanberg, execpt for a Rare Artifact known as the Swanberg Gezet.
This a news paper like object that is often found presevered in glass
in the Center of huge Cheese Alters.
Oh wait, Whats that?
*insert Secne of running thought the Bush here*
Well this is a Rare find indeed, This Unseelie that
you see has a Weird head Orinment that is this HUGE draping pointed
Hat like Object. Here we can see her trying to get herself thorwn out
of the Mileth City by Comapiling to one of the Green Robed men and reaptively
bashing him over the head. you can also Clearly trying to Conivcen any
Youngings that happen to wounder by to drink this Green liqued fallowed
by what would appear to be Wine. Other Unseelies refer to this creature
as a Fremin. However we have given her the name Spoyzard Extmilly. The
most notible thing about this Creature is it's disink call. Listen Carefuly
as we might be able to hear it now in celibration of the Death of a
younging.
*moment of silnce...*
"SPOY!"
WOW! that was amazing. This is the First time that
call has ever been captured on Magical Image and sound repeating Device
((Or Film, but Ithink that sounds better ;p)). And oh dear, it appears
as the the Rare Spoyzard Extmilly is being forcible removed form the
Mileth outback. Looks like we will have to find a Differn Unseelie.
Next time will try to see if we can manage Actuel Communcation with
one.
I'm not insane, everyone else is
~Morrigan
Fuzzy Winner for first
fortnight January 2002
ChinLove with
Fare Thee Well
Fare thee well
dearest friends,
My travel bugs have finally caught up with me. I
am sorry to be leaving such good and dear friends here. Hopefully
my travels will one day bring me back to Temuair. May her lady Glioca
guide me back soon.
I have hastily written a poem to share. Hope you will enjoy it as
much as I enjoyed writing it. *giggles*
I love you all, old and new friends, stay safe and be well. May her
lady speed your journeys and grant you peace and love in every conceivable
way. Yours truly,
ChinLove, WindyRunes
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A Funny Aisling Spark
Blue faerie light surrounds me
In the Mileth inn of Ruth
Confused and bewildered
I fumbled with my pouch
The world of Temuair I heard
Is big and strange
Wearing my ragged blouse I walked out
A sniff of fresh air cleansed me out
The first step into the new bright world
My instinct at once scream out
Who what when where why and how
Someone please help me out
I hear snippets of How are you
Repair, Im Korean, Help me out
I looked around the buzz
I thought I almost blacked out
A monk, I think, came to me
You a newbie, he asked me
Yes I am, I said, please help me
He said, I will help if you help me
I looked at him and he looked at me
I waited and waited for him to tell me
He shrugged, mumbled about dugons and ignored me
I don't know what I did but he left me
My mind drifted back to the din
I heard we are called aislings
I tried to walk around gingerly
But I kept banging into things
Later I knew to use overhead sight
So I could move easily to enjoy the sight
Mundane rumours flying left and right
What could I do with my first daylight
ChinLove/WindyRunes
Fuzzy Winner for February
2002
Swanberg with An End to the Written Word
There is an end to the written word
Beyond which we can pass
But those who do, and see the truth,
Never return, alas.
And those who do return, they find
That nothing's quite the same
For that which lives within the mind
Would die within the brain.
Swanberg
Fuzzy Winners for March
2002
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