Shingo shelters Flareon; Pixie Myths; Life for a Life PART 2
Cry of Despair Issue #33
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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
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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?
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Desk of the Editor . By: Kuah
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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
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All About Pixies! . By: Shingo
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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!"
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An Eye For an Eye . By: Azrakare
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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.
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The Symposium News . By: Shingo
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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
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Pagan Pages . By: Goomra
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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
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Quest and Contest . By: Elisabet & Kyrnia
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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
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Dear Shingo . By: Shingo
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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.
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Group News . By: CoD Staff
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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
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Poet Corner . By: CoD Staff
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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...
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Funny Bones . By: CoD Staff
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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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Thank you for reading, from the Society of Scribes!
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