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Shingo shelters Flareon; Pixie Myths; Life for a Life PART 2
Cry of Despair Issue #33
=================================================================== Mortal Staff: Alendil, Alerious, Alisia, Apollonia, Azrakare, Barentin, Begaria, Conran, DekkatH, Elaria, Elbanon, Goomra, Laine, Loril, Nimue, Nitsuj, Odessyus, Saraphin, Sarig, Shingo, Thalasian and Trinda Mortal Editor: Kuah Immortal Staff: Elisabet, Kyrnia, Lascivias Immortal Editor: Ayesh =================================================================== Desk of the Editor Feature: All About Pixies! PIXIE POWER! A Life for a Life PART 2 The story continues... The Symposium News News from TS! Pagan Pages What is in the cards for you? Quest and Contest A challenge! and Family Winners! Dear Shingo More Troll issues. Group News Information on DragonSlayers Apps. Poet Corner Apoligies and sleeping alone. Funny Bones Funny Titles and... revenge of Pelmen? =================================================================== Desk of the Editor . By: Kuah =================================================================== Whats the good word? I hope the Realms have been... kind to you. We return with another strong issue thanks to the strong support of the staff and you, our reader. The feature this issue is a look into the Pixie Nation that Shingo had with long time Leader and Pixie Godmother, Gwvyrn. Returning this issue is part 2 of A Life for a Life, a well written tale on the choices of man. We also see the return of Quest and Contest! Poets Corner makes a small comeback as well. As always suggestions, complaints and submissions from the public are welcome. You can post them on the CoD public board on the third floor of the Town Hall. (e,s,2u,s,w,s from DarkHaven Square), or south of Quills and Parchments on Market Street. Or you can mudmail them to me or Ayesh. As always, enjoy and thanks. Kuah Cha'Din =================================================================== All About Pixies! . By: Shingo =================================================================== ,--, .--; \ , / '. | ,--._ . ' . | \ \ ( ,-.) --= * =-- \ /\_ '. \((` .( '/. ' )\ / \ )\ _/ _/ ' / \\ .-'\__/--. /_\ | \\_.' , \/|| \ \_.-'; _) _)'\ \|| '. /`\ ( '._/ `\ .; ; '. ).' )/ \ ` / \ /__________\ '.| | \ '\__ `-._ '._ \`;-.` `._ \ \ `'-._\ \ | \ ) Pixie Article \_\ with Gwvyrn Nvwls By Shingo Solstice This is an interview with the Pixie Nation Leader, Gwvyrn Nvwls, and in this interview, I decided to ask her about some of the most common misconceptions about pixies, and also for some interesting facts of the Pixie's way of life. Gwvyrn stated that pixies don't usually weigh 30 to 45 pounds. They would not be able to fly very well because their wings wouldn't be able to support them. When they fly, they actually change their mass so their wings can support them. Another interesting fact, is that they can change size as well. This is how they are able to sit on one's shoulders or head without causing the "perch" (a pixie's term for someone they like to rest atop of) any discomfort, but they cannot increase their size beyond their true biological height. If a pixie's height peaks at 1'11, they cannot increase their size above that. They can also use their size-changing magic on inanimate objects. This is how they are able to fit inside the large equipment, made for human-size folk. Pixies shed their wings constantly, and these wings are found scattered all throughout the Pixie Forest. It is these wing husks that the Troll's use for making fried pixie wings. They do not actually tear them off the poor pixie. "I have many troll friends", states Gwvyrn. "We do not hate Trolls, we just tend to dislike stupid individuals, and no entire race is stupid". Although Pixie and Troll relations seem to be at a low, Gwvyrn says that they really aren't all that bad. Gwvyrn also mentions, "If there is any race we think is silly, it is mostly the humans who are caught up with formal titles and events and such. They should really have more frolicky fun, but I have some friends in there too". Gwvyrn, was very adamant about dispelling a particular myth with the pixies. "There is no Pixie Mafia! Pixies are pacifist and would not engage in such activities. We would not wish to strain relations with others by having some covert force or something. We prefer to frolick, and while we do like to frolick often, we don't do that all day long". "While we realize we are the superior race, being the most beautiful and intelligent, and the only one with wings", Gwvyrn began, "we are not arrogant. We are very humble about these things. We are not elitist as we discriminate against none, and interact with all. Pixies have family, friends and in most cases, frolicky, significant others from all walks of life". "Our language is vocally higher pitched and faster than human speak. It can sound like a bunch of birds when there is a lot of chatter amongst us. We like to use the word 'frolick' about as much as the ancient smurf race liked to use the word 'smurfin' when they spoke. You have to look at it in the context to get the meaning". "Pixie society is matriarchal, however, unlike the drow, this does not mean that the women have total control. There is an equality of the sexes, it is just that things are seen from a matriarchal point of view. Leaders tend to be female". And finally, Gwvyrn had an announcement to make about some recent changes to the Pixie Council. "Keidia has been promoted to the role of Co-Leader of the Nation, Ryoko is Head of Trade and Namsar is our Political Advisor. Congratulations to all!" =================================================================== An Eye For an Eye . By: Azrakare =================================================================== Groggily i opened my eyes. Apon reaching full conciousness my thoughts settled into replaying the events that now seemed but a dream. So I belived it was, a dream and no more. But as I rose up the wound in my side snapped me into reality. It had all happened... or so I thought. I could not be sure at the moment. Infact, I couldnt be sure of anything. It was too dark. A pitch black surrounded me, enhanced in thickness by the smell of decaying bodies. I was in a tomb! A tomb! Dear gods! But wait, I wasnt dead, I knew that. Nor was I dreaming. A blast of fresh air penetrated my thoughts. Following my nose I came to the sorce of the breeze. A stone door, it was, slightly cracked open. I gave it a good shove with all my strength and it swung open easily enough. Apon exiting the stinking tomb and the graveyard which had contained it, I made my way down the familiar road leading to the town in which I lived. As I stumbled wearily down the path I looked at myself for the first time in what seemed like ages. My clothes were tattered and covered in blood. My wound, however, was neatly bandaged in clean cloth and I could smell the pungent herbs that my savior had used as a poltice to keep the infection away. I noticed a new addition to the clothing I had worn into battle. A belt was slung across my sholder and on it hung a leather pouch which jingled with the sound of gold coins. I stopped to look inside. There was enough gold in it to make a poor man happy for the rest of his life! Of course, this did not shock me. Infact, now that I think about it, I dont belive anything has shocked me since that day of the battle. The dancing light from the lanterns of the town gate now put new speed into my steps. Dusk was falling, so I hurried as fast as I could through the looming towers of the guarded gates. I should go home I thought. And so home I headed. But as I passed one of the many taverns in the small city I remembed the huge fortune that was now litteraly slung apon me. I gave myself a smack on the head to clear my muddled mind. Wine, very fine wine, the color of blood. The words seemed odd for me to think, as if they were not mine. But I payed no attention to the oddness of it all and redirected myself from the mucky road to the tavern. Oh, to hear the voice of humans again. It was like the angels in heaven singing just for me. The din comforted me more than anything had in a long time. I quickly entered the tavern and sat myself down in a secluded corner. I pulled what was left of my hood over my head and motioned to the serving wench. Warily, she walked over to me. 'Wine. Bring me wine. The finest red you have. And I want it now.' Again I thought the words odd for me to hear myself say, but I payed no mind to that. The wench gave me a snooty look and said 'Money first, beggar.' I opened the pouch quickly and took out 3 large gold coins. I threw them at her in a disgust I had not known before. She gave a quick curtsie in my direction and even more quickly picked up the coins and scurried off to fetch my wine. When it arrived, I poured a glass and downed it in one gulp. I poured another and lowered my head, slowly sipping from the crystal glass. I did not want to draw attention to myself. At least, I didnt want to have to explain anything to anyone at the moment. I withdrew into my own mind. I thought of days long past, childhood fun and my journey through adolecence. My thoughts turned to the present situation soon enough. Almost dreamily I thought of myself as the young fool who, at the age of only 25, joined up with the band of mercenairies who had been hired to destroy the necromancer and his legions of the undead. I snorted at my own foolishness. To think that we could have even thought we would be sucsessful was madness. I corrected myself. Foolishness it was, in the truest meaning of the word. It did not matter anymore. Everyone else on that adventure was dead now or part of the undead legions. But who cares. I wasnt. And so time passed. With my newly aquired fortune I set myself up as the apprentice to the old shaman of the village. Through the years we spent together he tought me things about the world that I had never dreamed of dreaming. A coward he was, however, and a fool. But one lesson he taught for some reason always stuck in my mind. 'A life for a life', he once said 'is a deal you should never make. Beware the old grey one, else you find yourself worse off than you started.' I thought nothing of the words but they often repeated themselves in my head. To be continued... ...in the next Cry of Despair. =================================================================== The Symposium News . By: Shingo =================================================================== The Symposium has finally gotten the Subcommittee's in full swing and there should no longer be any delays between ideas. Of recent ideas passed, we have decided to ask the Immortals to change remaining bows that aren't missileweapons, to be missileweapons. As well, it is possible that the Darkhaven Weapon Shop, The Daring Attack, will begin to sell a bow at all times. Anyone interested in The Symposium, but isn't really sure what the rules and regulations are, we now have a brand new guide. It is complete with all the bylaws and how-to's and what-if's that you could need to know. Simply ask any member on The Symposium for one. That's all there is to report for now. Until next issue, Shingo =================================================================== Pagan Pages . By: Goomra =================================================================== ( " ) By the pricking of my thumbs, ( _ * Something wicked this way comes. * ( / ___ " " _/ / ( * ) ___/ | ) " _ o)'-./__ * _ ) (_, . $$$ ( ) __ __ 7_ $$$$ ( : { _) '--- $\ ______'___//__\ ____, \ ) ( \_/ _____\_ .' \ \------''. |=' '=| | ) | | | . _/ \ (. ) , / /__I_____\ '._/_)_(\__.' (__,(__,_] @---()_.'---@ Come, children, be seated..let me tell your fortune... First, an insight into the Tarot. The Tarot is a specialized set of cards that have a very long history. The Tarot deck is similar to an ordinary pack of playing cards. Both have for suits, numbered from ace to ten. In a Tarot deck, these are known as the Minor Arcana. The Tarot suits are Wands, Cups, Swords and Pentacles. Unlike an ordinary pack of cards, each suit has four court cards, rather than three. The King, Queen, Knight and Page, making 56 cards in the minor Arcana. In addition to the Minor cards, the Tarot deck has twenty-two 'extra' cards, known as the Major Arcana. These do not belong to a suit, but they have their own numbers (except the Fool), a symbolic image and a title. Many different ways of reading them are possible..I am doing the one card for you, to predict the immediate future. Enjoy. The Mage: The Knight of Cups - Offers and opportunities shall come your way soon, and a good friend may suddenly make themselves known. The week shall be amiable, with enthusiasm being a good feeling to keep in mind. The Cleric: The Devil, Card 15 - Unyielding power, tyranny, lust and greed shall enter your life soon. An immovable obstacle that cannot be overcome yet may be worked around will be present. Discontent and depression caused by overwhelming forces. But there shall be unbreakable bonds.. The Thief: The Two of Pentacles - Hard times shall arise, but you will cope. Income equals expenditure but the finances are still coming in and you will be solvent. Perhaps a cash-flow crisis. The Warrior: The Emperor, Card 4 - High honour shall be with you. You shall finally achieve an ambition! Perhaps an influential man shall appear in your life. The Emporer may represent a good family incident. Goomra =================================================================== Quest and Contest . By: Elisabet & Kyrnia =================================================================== oyj, yoj etrhe si a sueqt. Lal hesto ntesdirtee ni rpactiitgnpai spelae emte ni het olfoniwgl ormo - A necef sndrurosu htsi utsyd nlmaai epn odvrginip a alpec ot ekpe rseohs nda roeht lasimna uto rfmo fuendtoro ni hte lieglva. Utbil pu ngtaais het abkc lalw fo hte eostn shueo ot teh tronh si rae a eeisrs fo ocrvdee nodwoe slstal rvpdoniig hetlser ofr nya oshers ahtt rea albsted eher. Ni het reenct fo eth noset lawl si a noeowd dwyoaor, nivgig ceascs ot het dubinlgi, nad kognoli etsw, oyu stop a tage gvgiin sceasc otu toon het rlvgea ayodrwa. Aiasntg teh seat isde fo hte blestas a malsl eowdon fhsedede nasdts, viponirdg gsoater ofr ohers dedfor nda hetor sipeupls. I lwil eb goklion orf oyu no duhstary, yam tevlheen ta hetre mp ste. Mcoe aperdrep orf nuf! The Family History Contest Winner!!!
*A history of the Darkraven Family* In a not so distant past, an honest man, met his true love. So true their love, that they wed shortly after and the two brought forth into this world, two lovely ladies. As time passed the girls grew and learned the ways of the world, under the guidance of their mother and father. That was until, the gods, displeased with the blatant honesty of James felt it necessary to rip him from the peaceful world in which he lived. Not a person ever heard from him again. The two girls lived as a group for a short while, until the eldest, fled to the arms of her love Drachenfeld. The youngest one of James' and Violamarie's love disappeared from the from the realms after a brief encounter with the gods. As more time passed, the Family Darkraven flourished and grew at a rate that could not be matched. Ilianas great generosity was displayed as she and Drachenfeld took in those less fortunate and showed them the path to courtesy and righteousness. This now great family adopted more than fifteen noble heirs, raising their children in the ways of their parents, proud to be a DARKRAVEN. |
*The Family Tree* James/Violamarie |-Iliana/Drachenfeld | |-Cedon | |-Mino | |-Lina | |-Tarmon | |-Ryek | |-Zandra | | |-Nannuki | |-Dacoit | |-Karman | |-Jasmanna | |-Tomalak | |-Michale | |-Foamfoller | |-Alendil | |-Frank | |-Faya/Vortex | | |-Yanno | | |-Lorel | |-Saderax |-Katrinna |
=================================================================== Dear Shingo . By: Shingo =================================================================== Deer Shingo, I am having problems with being the brutish troll I really am. I try to be mean, but it just doesnt work, Everyone always laughs at me. How do you suggest I can get these feelings out? Random killing? Beatings? I need help, Anonymous My friend, the answer is all really simple. Take the insults these other trolls are hurling at you, and don't react to them... yet. After a while, they will begin to see that their attacks on you have no effect, and will begin to beat you physically. It's at that point, that you take all the rage you've pent up for these miscreants and suddenly unleash the fury upon them. The troll society will likely see you as a very powerful one, and will probably never mess with you again. =================================================================== Group News . By: CoD Staff =================================================================== Attention to all who are interested in applying to Dragonslayers! If you have applied recently or wish to apply in the future, please note the Induction Council Head (HoIC) is no longer Tobie Moonbeam, the INSANE Pixie! The new IC Head is Alisia Moonbeam, the CRAZED Cleric! Please make note of this and direct all IC related questions towards her. Thank you, Dragonslayers =================================================================== Poet Corner . By: CoD Staff =================================================================== Tis a sad day, I am writing you, those of you who are still my friends. I would like to write a little farewell poem. I am sorry. I am sorry for the things I have done, I am sorry for the things I have said. I am sorry for the ones I have hurt. I am sorry to the bitter end. I will never forgive myself for what I have done, I never expect to be forgiven, for the things I did. I was trying to gain nothing, by my actions, I did not want a thing, all I wanted was peace and happieness between the two of you. I dont know what came over me, I was not myself. I am sorry Dedicated to the ones I love. Never let yourself be so caught up with the affiars of other people that you let yourself become involved. Take this warning to heart. It will be the best thing you ever do. You can loose alot of friends As I know now. Sarig Taken from 'Empty' By: Kuah The heavy bell rang out a strike of three. Out this means in childrens games. Fear it means to me. For at that hour does she ride in. Full of lies and breath of gin. And I dont want her next to me. Yet this morning there is no sound. I hear no vomit splash around. I hear no laughter echo out from her lovers and her show. For the gate it is still bound and no footprints can be found; in the snow. the only thing white in this world: snow. So I drift back to sleep. Not a care about my whore. I'm sure the filth will be riding in around the toll of four. And I just don't care any more... =================================================================== Funny Bones . By: CoD Staff =================================================================== Funny Titles Kethrin ridiculed for his love of large buttox. Evaine is so lagged she can't tell if she set her title. Granville and his amazing exploding hamsters. Throm knows that coffee is a dish best eaten with a fork. Telemnar the professional DT finder, ask me how! Gultar Endymion speaks in the third person as God. Thufir:Look, I'm cool. (xyz)[qbe]*DF*(yyz){uts}[smut]. Walking around the busy streets of Darkhaven, I overheard this: Shingo: No, this is not Lambchop's Play-A-Long Gwvyrn: Where kids come to play along Farthies: come join the imms and slay along Gwvyrn: and Fun things are all we ever doooooo Revenge of Pelmen? By: Begaria I was flying down Horizon road when I accidentally flew right into Flareon. She had a look of desperation in her eyes and she clutched at my arm and yelled, "PLEASE! Save me from those horrid Lowbies!" By the look of her, I knew she was in hysterics. So I took her to Dragon Exports and hid her there. I asked her whats the matter and she started to sob. "Those horrid lowbies. They keep abusing my spells! I tell them to wait while I trance, and what do they do? They keep repeating the spell name and I go link-dead! It's so horrible!" I calmed her down with a nice hot cup of tea and asked her why she was running. "I couldn't take in any more. 2 score, about 40 lowbies that is, entered that little road and started to spam me with spell requests. I went link-dead 3 times before I got fed up. I started to run away when they gave chase! That's when I bumped into you." She started to sob again and I poured her another cup of tea, thinking of how I could help this poor woman. I mulled it over in my mind when I finally came up with an idea. "Hey," I said, "why not ask the imms for a bestowment of mpforce? I mean, when you have the trance trigger going, if the person says a spell name, you can have an mpforce trigger set up and you can force them far far away?" She quieted down and said, "That's not such a bad idea, but they probably won't go for that." She started to sob again, and I poured her another cup of tea. I sighed and stood up and looked around...when another idea hit me. "Why not just ask them to shut up and wait their turns?" I asked. She looked at me and said, "Hey...I haven't tried that yet...you think it will work?" "I don't know," I replied, "it better or you can always complain to an immortal." Pelmen flies in from the east. "There you are you little punk, I'm gonna get you back for that Seth article." Said Pelmen. Flareon stood up. Flareon slays Pelmen in cold blood. Pelmen falls to the ground...DEAD! "Hey I didn't know you could do that." I said in amazement. "Neither do I....but it made me feel better." responded Flareon. I led Flareon back to her customary spot and I logged off so Pelmen couldn't hurt me. ===================================================================
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