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Array I'm not even a part of this whole thing but I must admit, you peeps have me hooked! -
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Array Oooh, yeah, rags-to-riches. Would have been tempting, but hey, I'm not even here. Who knows. It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC -
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Array The Queens thoughts drifted as she idely watched the young red head run from Willows chambers towards the kitchen....then out of no where came the thought,....
"Has anyone looked at ARcon's will???"
"SOMEONE FIND LATENIGHT!!!!" the Queen yelled, jumping up and hitting her head on a low hanging beam..... ÖUCH! Theses are evil....VERY evil, someone rescue me pls! -
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Array Rosaline had stood outside of the door, and was thinking of what Loch had said about babys. When she heard the queen yell something, and then there was a loud thump.
In two steps she was across the ahll, and in the queens rooms with a hand on her sword . .well dagger.
"What is it my queen?!" She asked hurriedly looking around the room.
"Oh nothing Rosaline I just hit my head."
"Oh, I see would you like me to get you something cold to put on it?"
"No! I need you to go find Latenight!"
"Latenight your majesty?"
"Yes yes, and hurry!"
"Yes Ma'am"
Rosaline bowed, and quickly left. Finding Latenight was usually a pain in the butt! She desided to head for the Bitterend first, and then check his ship.
(Short yes, but I needed to write something. I'll have more later. I hope)
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Carpe Diem "Wars may be fought with weapons, but they are won by men. It is the spirit of men who follow and of the man who leads that gains the victory." - George S. Patton -
The meeting in the back room of the Bitter End had ended and begun spilling out into the bar area. Spilling first, was Wooden Bob.
Steve was glad to see the meeting over and the paying customers returning to their barstools. Listening to the problems of the kingdom was thirsty work and the meeting-goers kept Steve busy filling drink orders. So busy in fact, he wondered where Ophelia Roenseller, his part-time waitress, was.
Ophelia was still in the meeting room. She had just handed to Dr. Abernathy her minutes of the meeting for immediate posting and was currently being accosted by Latenight, legal council to the throne. She smiled and giggled receptively as Latenight tried one of his cheesy pick-up lines.
“So,” Latenight said, oozing with charm, “tell me… Are your legs tired? ‘Cause you’ve been running through my mind all evening.” On her eightieth lap through, Latenight took the opportunity to examine all her qualities.
Ophelia was a pretty girl. She was in her early twenties, had long golden blonde hair that fell to just past her shoulders. She was a little over 5’8 in height, was appropriately proportionate, and had a great smile. These were all the things Latenight looked for in a girl, although she was far past the bare minimum needed - which was that she was breathing.
What he didn’t know about her was that she had just come to Arconia City with her younger sister Peggy (She was in her early teens) to live with their Aunt, the Widow Pellingsworth, after their parents had died in the fire that destroyed the Roenseller Estate a month prior. After selling what was left of the estate land to the neighboring Von Schmects they came to live in Arconia. It was their wish to be taught how to become ladies and join Arconian upper class society. Against her Aunt’s wishes Ophelia had gotten a part time job at the Bitter End, which Ophelia thought would be a great way to come in contact with the royal elite.
And contact she got. “So what’s your sign?” Latenight asked, leaning in towards the girl.
“Ophelia!” came Steve’s yell from the bar.
“Excuse me,” she said, and she slipped away from Latenight, leaving the meeting room.
“’Excuse me’?” he repeated to himself. “Must be a new one… perhaps somewhere near Virgo…” "You have made me laugh, you have made me cry...you have made me choke on my ice cubes." - Willow -
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Array [quote] Must be somewhere near Virgo <hr></blockquote>
OH MY GAWD this just gets better!!! Theses are evil....VERY evil, someone rescue me pls! -
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Array Wonderful, yet another character introduced! Tellurine, you continue to amaze me. Your ability to pull more people out of the woodwork while your character lies dormant is simply... Can't think of the word. Admirable, but with a lot more emphasis. It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC -
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Array :::editor's note:::
Lord Tellurine is using characters that are made up by Moon or by Moon working with Tellurine or by Tellurine, himself. Remember, when you see a Lord Tellurine character, it's more than likely made up by more than one person.
:::now back to our regularly scheduled storyline:::
[ 11-27-2001: Message edited by: Willow ]</p> Willow, Princess of Marsteria, wife of Nicholas, mother of Daphne, sorceress to Arconia. -
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Willow is absolutely right. I'm merely feeding off the creative energy of the board and using it to my own advantage. To say the least, I'm enjoying myself. Thank you all for putting up with my wackiness.
Besides, writing exclusively for an evil character (Tellurine) would be boring. How often can a guy scheme? "You have made me laugh, you have made me cry...you have made me choke on my ice cubes." - Willow -
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Array Tellurine, I'll tell you this...I am very glad you joined this board. Your contributions are so greatly appreciated. You have made me laugh, you have made me cry...you have made me choke on my ice cubes. Keep up the good work! Willow, Princess of Marsteria, wife of Nicholas, mother of Daphne, sorceress to Arconia. -
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Array Tellurine & I have known each other personally for over 14 years. We went to high school together & were in most of the plays together. In fact, he played my husband, the mayor, in Bye Bye Birdie. When he was the drama club president, I was the vice president (the one with the real power...remember that Mr. Funny Guy?). Just recently, we were on the reunion committee together.
We've also written things together, & he's done parodies for most of my stories. Especially the earlier ones. He's definitely got a knack for comedy writing. "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."
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Array "OOPS!, I did it again", said the lovely Miss Spears.
"Yes, you certainly did, my dear!" replied a very happy Latenight.
Latenight had gone to see the Lovely Miss Spears as soon as he left the Bitter End. She was quite upset that he had of late been running all around the kingdom, neglecting her. But it didn't take long for things to fall right back into routine.
Suddenly there was a pounding at the front door. "Sir Latenight, come quick, the Queen needs you!"
"Don't knock on-my-door!!!!!", shouted the Lovely Miss Spears.
"If the queen needs me, I must go, my dear", he explained. "It is my duty", he said with considerable pride.
However before I go, I have something for you. Latenight produced a diamond ring, a VERY large diamond. " Marry me, Miss Spears!!"
"You drive me Crazy!", Miss Spears said with a coy smile.
"Bye Bye, Baby Bye Bye", Said Latenight as he kissed her cheek.
With that, Latenight left for the castle. 
[ 11-28-2001: Message edited by: latenight ]</p> Whatever doesn't kill you, is gonna leave a scar...
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Array Since when did this thread turn into the comedy channel??? Theses are evil....VERY evil, someone rescue me pls! -
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Array Damn, I knew I missed one that would have been easy to use. Whatever doesn't kill you, is gonna leave a scar...
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