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A light hearted bit of culture me thinks.
The first rays of sunlight break like waves upon the snow-capped peaks.
The clouds take on a hue of red and orange.
Below tthe world begins to stir as morning greets the eyes.
Birds are first to honour the sunlight, chirping with sheer delight
'Its here, Its here' you can almost hear them calling 'We've survived another night'
Animals cries join the chorus, cattle sheep others too
All rejoicing, all triumphant they raise their voices and cry out their praise.
In the shadowlands fast retreating night hunters curse the days bright rays.
Back to their lairs they slink in silence to avoid the preys mocking gaze.
Soon this brightness will be over, once more the beasts will roam the land
Hunting, Killing, Fighting and Eating fill their minds with lust for blood
Soon the darkness will wash over allowing them to vent their rage.
Upon whatever creature they desire, As they help them plunge headlong into the grave.
For now though the daylight brings warmth and rejoicing.
Relative safety spreads with its touch
The nights fears are abandoned all terrors forgotten
During the daytime all life seems good
In the minds darkest corners the horror still lingers
Kept in check by days pure light
A shroud will last over those memories
until the days end turns once more to night
(off the cuff by me)
The first rays of sunlight break like waves upon the snow-capped peaks.
The clouds take on a hue of red and orange.
Below tthe world begins to stir as morning greets the eyes.
Birds are first to honour the sunlight, chirping with sheer delight
'Its here, Its here' you can almost hear them calling 'We've survived another night'
Animals cries join the chorus, cattle sheep others too
All rejoicing, all triumphant they raise their voices and cry out their praise.
In the shadowlands fast retreating night hunters curse the days bright rays.
Back to their lairs they slink in silence to avoid the preys mocking gaze.
Soon this brightness will be over, once more the beasts will roam the land
Hunting, Killing, Fighting and Eating fill their minds with lust for blood
Soon the darkness will wash over allowing them to vent their rage.
Upon whatever creature they desire, As they help them plunge headlong into the grave.
For now though the daylight brings warmth and rejoicing.
Relative safety spreads with its touch
The nights fears are abandoned all terrors forgotten
During the daytime all life seems good
In the minds darkest corners the horror still lingers
Kept in check by days pure light
A shroud will last over those memories
until the days end turns once more to night
(off the cuff by me)
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Lardmaster wrote:Ha. My wife is the writer in our family. Had her first story published the other week as t happens. I'm more of a player of games. Which incidentally is the title of one of my favourite books. Eerie eh?
You mean you can actually READ!!! OMG!
I didn't say it was your fault, I said I was going to blame you.
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We already have some short stories around WoK. There is certainly more room for talented writers. *Pushes a WoK stories pack once more towards Vortan.*
On a side note, my Uncle just co-published a book called "Mezanine and other Storeys" cheesy pun, but I thought it was worth sharing. Proceeds to a very worthy cause, so please consider a copy...
Appologies, Lardmaster for bad spelling. I'd normally agree with you, but can't quite make out my keyboard after all the alcohol...
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On a side note, my Uncle just co-published a book called "Mezanine and other Storeys" cheesy pun, but I thought it was worth sharing. Proceeds to a very worthy cause, so please consider a copy...
Appologies, Lardmaster for bad spelling. I'd normally agree with you, but can't quite make out my keyboard after all the alcohol...
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I think this is a fine idea, Vortan ... and nice offerings from yourself and everyone's favorite young dragon.
I figured I might give things a shot, and so tonight I came up with the following ... very bellicose and WOK'ish, I think ...
When the last of the twilight spins down to the dark
And the torches glow orange in the village below
The foe's encampment will settle in tone
No metal, no chatter, no guitar, no bow
And the watch that is set disappears without notice
And their warning by wire and plates undisturbed
And their planning tent papers go ash and blow yonder
And planners and leaders go bloodless and cold
To me return those who were sent silent
They nod their success and I see it play out
When the dawn brings its yellows we'll ride down upon them
And they'll scatter like ashes and blow, and blow out
And their metal and bow will seem almost useless
And their guitar and chatter will seem a lost dream
And they will taste bile, and sweat, and lost lifeblood
That orange glowing village will be ours by the eve
How'zat?!
-Bryk
I figured I might give things a shot, and so tonight I came up with the following ... very bellicose and WOK'ish, I think ...
When the last of the twilight spins down to the dark
And the torches glow orange in the village below
The foe's encampment will settle in tone
No metal, no chatter, no guitar, no bow
And the watch that is set disappears without notice
And their warning by wire and plates undisturbed
And their planning tent papers go ash and blow yonder
And planners and leaders go bloodless and cold
To me return those who were sent silent
They nod their success and I see it play out
When the dawn brings its yellows we'll ride down upon them
And they'll scatter like ashes and blow, and blow out
And their metal and bow will seem almost useless
And their guitar and chatter will seem a lost dream
And they will taste bile, and sweat, and lost lifeblood
That orange glowing village will be ours by the eve
How'zat?!
-Bryk
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I suck at poetry, but Egbert did sent me some of the old Messengers and there was one with a whole bunch of great Koamaris Carols (Kaocarols). So i'll do what i do best...copy-paste.
Twas the Night Before the Champs
By: Egbert
(with apologies to Major Henry Livingston Jr., and Dr.Seuss)
‘Twas the night before the Champs, and all through our World,
No players were fighting, no flag was unfurled.
Wayne and Nick made the maps, two lists of names were achieved,
While all the players hoped turn #00 would soon be received.
The players were nestled all snug at their computers,
While normal people were shopping, or going to Hooters.
You see, these players were obsessive --- so obsessive it seems,
That visions of starting positions danced in their dreams.
Egbert and Lardmaster were going over each name,
Wondering how only 2 Scholars wound up in their game.
“I don’t understand it,” the Great Egbert whined.
“We have more VPs than all other clans combined!”
“Well, Coolant is hosting,” Lardmaster replied.
And Count Henri knows only WOK4 --- not WOK5.”
“Well get ready,” said Egbert, “to deal with the usual bull,
Because with 2 Ar-Seregs, we’ll have our hands full.”
Lardmaster looked at the names, and studied them well.
Then he read them out loud, as if chanting a spell:
“We have Underdog, Jadg, Calidus, and Yarosund,
Massielita, Bjorn, Dark Monk, and Dameon.”
Meanwhile, in Chicago, Dameon was laughing,
He was already emailing people for NAP-ing.
“Those Scholars will never expect,” the Ar-Sereg grinned,
That I’ll have this thing won before it even begins!”
The Circle of Nine was also meeting that night,
Bragging that they couldn’t possibly lose this big fight.
“One of us 3 will win,” Calidus said with a smirk,
“When players attack the Prominent Ones, that’s when we’ll go to work!”
“Yes,” agreed Underdog, “That’s a nice plan.”
“We’ll say, ‘Eg, Nick, or Massi --- now THERE’S your man!’”
Bjorn said, “My low profile’s made me unknown --- and that’s fine!
That will make things even easier for the Circle of Nine!”
Time zones were a problem, Yarosund quickly discerned,
“Here, it’s already tomorrow,” said Massi, “So where is my turn?”
Massi was explaining to Yaro his best strategy.
“Lately, suicide attacks have worked best for me.”
Dark Monk was busy as usual, doing other things WOK.
Even to Queen Pea, he had no time to talk.
He sees an email from Jadg, and finally remembers the name.
Then looks at Wayne’s website: “Eh, am I in this game?”
The same thing was happening with the Vice-Champs of WOK4,
With the players all scheming --- and then scheming some more.
Nestalawe, Coolant, Count H., Tristao, Lord Fredo,
Undertaker, Queen Pea, Allister, Mojie and Carlow.
The stage was all set, and at a quarter past two,
The hosts prepared the reports without further adieu.
Did they spy a sleigh in the sky, at a quarter to three?
They both rubbed their eyes. “Nah --- couldn’t be.”
Then from each player’s computer there arose such a wail,
They rushed to see what was the matter, and heard “You’ve got mail!”
And they read at the top of each report, a message, red and bright:
“Happy Holidays to All --- and to All, a Good Fight!”
"Never attribute to malice what can satisfactorily be explained away by stupidity."
"To speak ill of others is a dishonest way of praising ourselves."
"To speak ill of others is a dishonest way of praising ourselves."
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The morning mists curled around the treetops like the spirits of souls long lost. The first rays of light and warmth began to work upon them hastening their departure. The first birds began to sing their delight at seeing another dawn and below them on the forest floor, curled upon their bedrolls our adventurous trio slept the sleep of heroes.
Suddenly, a snap, and the camp sprang to life. The first to his feet with six foot claymore in his enormous muscled hands was Darragin the Barbarian. His keen woodsmans senses searching the trees for the cause of the noise. The second, slightly slower and of much smaller stature was crouched like a panther ready to strike with a long dagger clutched in each hand. His deep brown eyes darting from left to right as his half-elven eyesight sought out heat sources amongst the darkness.
The third still lay quite still except for a slight quivering of over-blanket.
'Falgorn' hissed Mirian, 'wake up dangnabbit you'.
Nothing.
'Falgorn' this time more insistent.
The elderly man sat up and grinned a childish grin. His hands holding the two halves of what had once been a whole twig.
Mirian looked at Falgorns expression, looked down to his hands and cursed him in deepest elvish before throwing himself headlong onto the wizard.
'Darragin, help me teach this dangnabbit fool wizard a lesson would you'
The barbarian looked on and laughed. The sight of the giggling wizard and the furious half-elf was more than he could stand. No wonder he had kept company with these two so long, there was never a dull moment.'
... to be continued ...
Suddenly, a snap, and the camp sprang to life. The first to his feet with six foot claymore in his enormous muscled hands was Darragin the Barbarian. His keen woodsmans senses searching the trees for the cause of the noise. The second, slightly slower and of much smaller stature was crouched like a panther ready to strike with a long dagger clutched in each hand. His deep brown eyes darting from left to right as his half-elven eyesight sought out heat sources amongst the darkness.
The third still lay quite still except for a slight quivering of over-blanket.
'Falgorn' hissed Mirian, 'wake up dangnabbit you'.
Nothing.
'Falgorn' this time more insistent.
The elderly man sat up and grinned a childish grin. His hands holding the two halves of what had once been a whole twig.
Mirian looked at Falgorns expression, looked down to his hands and cursed him in deepest elvish before throwing himself headlong onto the wizard.
'Darragin, help me teach this dangnabbit fool wizard a lesson would you'
The barbarian looked on and laughed. The sight of the giggling wizard and the furious half-elf was more than he could stand. No wonder he had kept company with these two so long, there was never a dull moment.'
... to be continued ...
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