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Shrewd
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 Posted: Tue, Jun 14 2011, 9:21 AM |
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Joined: 01 May 2005
Location: Sydney
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These lyrics have been reproduced onto a few sheets of parchment and left in various places in Winya Ravana, aswell as Amia Forest. Posts can now be found on Amia Frontier. One of the pieces is tied with straw to the tree in Nexus Falls, close to where Voronwer sets up his Shrine to Corellon Larethian.
"There is a man I truly do admire,
Voronwer - To us he is devoted.
I sing this ode so softly to my lyre,
And pray that others see this man noted.
A shining beacon of all that is light,
A visage of our lord in his beauty,
The Champion of all that is the Elves.
The fist that brings an end to unholy blight,
The solid wall of steel who demands duty.
Against Voronwer do we match ourselves."
- A
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Aravain, Champion of Song.
Anar, a dark elf.
Giovanni, Blood Knight.
Last edited by Shrewd on Thu, Jun 16 2011, 6:25 AM, edited 1 time in total.
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P Three
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Posted: Tue, Jun 14 2011, 9:33 AM |
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Joined: 18 Dec 2008
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Wren reads it, and she takes a copy, with a quiet chuckle...she -has- to find this bard...
_________________ Bobo_Underhill wrote: Ley lines, y'all. Just let me go wrangle up my cowboy boots and lasso us up some magic.
Yee-haw! Aly'dra Zau'ana: Priestessish Of EilistraeeDanika Nefzen: Druid of the EarthmotherDelia Am'Anodel: Paladin of Torm
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Elorathall
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Posted: Tue, Jun 14 2011, 11:34 AM |
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Joined: 13 Mar 2011
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A different note is put up below the original.
I fear I must tell a different tale,
for truth must in all things prevail.
Voronwer, come down from your throne!
For in these thoughts I'm not alone.
Destroyer of tyrants you might claim,
yet you'd do well as son of Bane.
You have no sense but arcane might,
and think that alone will make you right.
And so I challenge V'ronwer here,
not to rage and rant and sneer.
But post your answer with wit and grace,
that brings to all a smiling face.
If you do so and prove your worth,
would new respect be given birth.
And it would be a happy song,
for I'd be gladly proven wrong.
-E
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Aernoud Van Brabant: Heir of the House. Proprietor of the Beer Wagon.
"Go to the Mayfields, have a pint, and wait for this to blow over."
Aurelius: Sunmaster of Amaunator. Contemplative. Aspirant to Transcendance.
"Sol Invictus"
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Kudark
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Posted: Tue, Jun 14 2011, 11:50 AM |
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Joined: 14 Dec 2009
Location: The Dark Side of the Moon
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Upon noticing the note in the forest, Crow reads it and reaches to remove it. He reads the second note and simply smirks as he often does.
He leaves without a word, both notes intact.
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Mengala
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Posted: Tue, Jun 14 2011, 14:48 PM |
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Joined: 05 Jan 2010
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Painting-sized posters are tacked to various places in Winya with the following:
Voronwer has got great nose,
except when he sneezes and it blows.
He’s great for huggling and for squish,
a night with Voronwer I do wish.
His smile charms his eyes are bright,
they sparkle like the starlit night.
He’s handsome, kind and debonair,
with mighty muscles and flowing hair.
The councilman is a dragon too,
and Perdy likes him, so does Ewe.
The best part is that he likes me,
I know this cause he doesn’t flee.
When I kiss him on his tender nose,
he stands there in a statue pose.
But does not scold me like the rest,
cause Voronwer is the best.
Big fluffy hearts are drawn around the entire scrypt and a picture of a male and female elf holding hands in stick-figure form with arrows pointing to each, one Sylvra, one Voronwer written above.
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Plays Aeraline, butterfly princess
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Amarice-Elaraliel
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Posted: Tue, Jun 14 2011, 15:03 PM |
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Joined: 20 Jan 2006
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Malandria treats the notes in the forest no other than any other notes and gathers them up on her patrol. However, what she does with them, particularly with the second one... one may only guess.
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DerkDerkistan
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Posted: Tue, Jun 14 2011, 16:00 PM |
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Joined: 18 Jan 2009
Location: Earth
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Perhaps a dozen sheets of parchment make their way around, posted in well-traveled areas between Winya Ravana and the Amia Forest...
For several hours I've sat and thought
How to answer for fights I've fought.
I could explain each one to you
And yet you might think me untrue.
What is it then that I shall do
When you refuse to walk in my shoes?
Should I be upset and mope and cry?
Or stop fighting and let elves die?
Your insults never bother me
Aimed at me, you let them be.
So go ahead and do your worst
You're not the last and not the first.
Very few of you really know
Why it is I make a show.
But if you ask me, I might share
About a few things that I do care.
Sit you down and listen well
It's no secret what I'll tell.
Not for fame, fear, or favor owed
Corellon's blessings were bestowed.
I'll clue you in a little bit
Just come to the falls and have a sit.
See for yourself if you're still unsure
Exactly who is this Voronwer.
A challenge made and accepted
Defender of elves, none excepted.
Valiant, loyal, through and through
Those who know him know it's true.
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Remember when I knew a boxer, baby
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Elorathall
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Posted: Tue, Jun 14 2011, 17:22 PM |
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Joined: 13 Mar 2011
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Another note, added below:
I've read your rhymes with mirth and glee,
and to your request I do agree.
Let's meet up soon around the falls,
and counteract more rhyming brawls.
-E
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Aernoud Van Brabant: Heir of the House. Proprietor of the Beer Wagon.
"Go to the Mayfields, have a pint, and wait for this to blow over."
Aurelius: Sunmaster of Amaunator. Contemplative. Aspirant to Transcendance.
"Sol Invictus"
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Gunz
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Posted: Tue, Jun 14 2011, 23:25 PM |
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Joined: 01 Jul 2006
Location: The City of Fallen Angels, Ca
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Amusing, annoying, stupid, great, intelligent, foolish, good rhyme, poor rhyme, good verse, bad verse, who knows what Willow thinks of the poetry being plastered around the forest. One thing is for sure though, she treats it no different than any other plastering of paper as she removes them where she might find them on her travels.
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My Characters:
Yuilith Kethil Menaiivan Garadeth
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Shrewd
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Posted: Wed, Jun 15 2011, 1:00 AM |
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Joined: 01 May 2005
Location: Sydney
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Aravain smiles happily when he sees both Voronwer's response, and Elor's second poem. With a satisfied nod, he then moves along, humming the tune to 'Song of the Crow'.
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Aravain, Champion of Song.
Anar, a dark elf.
Giovanni, Blood Knight.
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Fierene Havenstar
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Posted: Wed, Jun 15 2011, 19:47 PM |
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Joined: 03 Nov 2008
Location: Hopping around the space time continum
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Anea storms into Winya. Her usually smiling face has furrowed brows and pursed lips. Never has she been seen so upset. Instead of moving quietly like a woodland mist she stomps. Instead of handing out sweet smelling, delicious cookies she is seen depositing a batch of foul smelling charcoal like bricks into a trash barrel.
Then she posts her own poem upon the board.
Voronwer stands in dragon form
Bellowing at a passer by.
Whose only crime was walking past
And I wonder why?
Surely Voronwer should think to be
A paragon of things that we
As The People wish others to see?
Yet there he stood offering nothing more
Than a common brigand by the shore.
So I ask just how are we
Suppose to ask the others to be
Any more than what they see
From our poor, foul mouthed Voronwar.
I expect an apology to my friend for your outrageous behavior. I am tired of having to explain the outrageous actions of The People who should be acting with wisdom and intelligence. NOT accosting passersby with random spells and harsh words.
DO NOT try and explain your way out of this either. Or think that you are above apologizing for your mistake.
It has been quite impossible to play any pranks lately due to my brothers and sisters acting like…..like… pirates!
~Anea
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Ari'aerath Dlues'athsha ~ Silver Singer with the Bow of the Sun
Clarette Feohn ~ Magic is Art.
Victoria Marrs ~ "I have an herb for that."
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Shrewd
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Posted: Wed, Jun 15 2011, 22:33 PM |
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Joined: 01 May 2005
Location: Sydney
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Aravain removes the part of Anea's note which isn't poetry. He can be heard grumbling, "Art, not politics."
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Aravain, Champion of Song.
Anar, a dark elf.
Giovanni, Blood Knight.
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Fierene Havenstar
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Posted: Wed, Jun 15 2011, 23:01 PM |
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Joined: 03 Nov 2008
Location: Hopping around the space time continum
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A cookie comes flying out of a shadow in Aravains direction. Afterwhich Anea comes over and re writes her orignial post and a little bit more. //As stated above this is only posted in Winya 
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Ari'aerath Dlues'athsha ~ Silver Singer with the Bow of the Sun
Clarette Feohn ~ Magic is Art.
Victoria Marrs ~ "I have an herb for that."
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Shrewd
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Posted: Wed, Jun 15 2011, 23:52 PM |
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Joined: 01 May 2005
Location: Sydney
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Aravain leaves her second post, but takes note of her name in his book. He smiles to himself, and walks away.
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Aravain, Champion of Song.
Anar, a dark elf.
Giovanni, Blood Knight.
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