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by Swith Witherward » Sat Nov 21, 2015 6:51 pm
★ Madhouse ★
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Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Tiltjuice » Sat Nov 21, 2015 7:26 pm
The BranRiech wrote:Suddenly he perked up a little, the bespectacled-winged Prince could only notice Giovenith among the small crowd that had gathered (Besides the cat of course). None of these people even knew who he was. Unlike the others, he figured he'd be free from their judging eyes, and contemplative stares.
The Prince's cheeks also turned red.
"C-chrys?" He whispered, the beauty of the woman never ceasing to amaze him.
by Cerillium » Sat Nov 21, 2015 7:56 pm
I wear teal, blue & pink for Swith
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears, and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination.
by Cerillium » Sat Nov 21, 2015 7:56 pm
I wear teal, blue & pink for Swith
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears, and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination.
by The BranRiech » Sat Nov 21, 2015 9:15 pm
by Highfort » Sun Nov 22, 2015 5:13 am
by The Carlisle » Sun Nov 22, 2015 1:53 pm
by Swith Witherward » Sun Nov 22, 2015 1:54 pm
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Primordial Luxa » Sun Nov 22, 2015 2:54 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:But I trust the people here. Well, except Prim. He has shifty eyes but his cute smile make up for it.
Monfrox wrote:But it's not like we've known Prim to really stick with normality...
P2TM wrote:HORROR/THRILLER Winner - Community Choice Award For Favorite Horror/Thriller Player: Primordial Luxa
by Fvaarniimar » Sun Nov 22, 2015 3:09 pm
by Zarkanians » Sun Nov 22, 2015 3:42 pm
by Northwest Slobovia » Sun Nov 22, 2015 5:49 pm
Cerillium wrote:Sandy pulled the Jeep to a stop just outside the village's gates, and a select group broke away from their loved ones to meet up with the Residents. The volunteer group seemed mainly comprised of sturdy creatures -- minotaurs, centaurs, grim dwarves, a harpy -- intermixed with stocky human men and their corn-fed sons. Their tension was palpable as they lifted their torches, yet their greetings were warm as they lifted their voices to welcome the Residents. Today was going to be a long day, to be sure.
"Are you ready, then?" the minotaur closest to them propped his club against a broad shoulder as he regarded the arrivals. "Won't get much farther in that thing. The roads become too narrow. We'll have to do the rest on hoof and at a quick pace."
Swith Witherward wrote:"Ovis leiodon, or smooth-tooth sheep in common tongue," the minotaur chuckled. "Watch out, they bite. They also run like the wind."
The sheep turned its head to regard Kale, and then the mouth opened. Nila expected it to bleat, but the only sound to come from the sleepy creature was the high-pitched squeal of sharp talons stroking a chalk board. Nila clapped a hand to her mouth.
Highfort wrote:"We should get straight to the government center first, then the commercial district, and then backtrack to explore the rest," Septimus directed his attention at Thaddeus, nodding at the older cyborg, "If anything happens and we're forced to head home early, we should at least get a formal treaty hammered out with the city government so they don't come knocking with guns in the middle of the night. Getting the supply run done is also of major importance; everything else: getting to know the locals, finding contacts, figuring out where the best restaurants are - that's all secondary."
by The BranRiech » Sun Nov 22, 2015 6:00 pm
by The Carlisle » Sun Nov 22, 2015 6:05 pm
by Chedastan » Sun Nov 22, 2015 7:00 pm
by Tiltjuice » Sun Nov 22, 2015 7:11 pm
by Swith Witherward » Sun Nov 22, 2015 7:48 pm
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Highfort » Sun Nov 22, 2015 7:58 pm
by Giovenith » Sun Nov 22, 2015 8:06 pm
by Mincaldenteans » Sun Nov 22, 2015 8:16 pm
by Zarkanians » Sun Nov 22, 2015 8:23 pm
Tiltjuice wrote:Sleeping on one's sword was far from the worst things that one could do to oneself with a sword. Even if her back now ached terribly and there was a dent in the sofa cushions. Chrys sat up with a sudden jerk and swiveled to the left, only turning an awkward-looking fall into a handspring into a sideways roll. The blonde stood up, hair messy, and breathed in the scent of pastries. A number of familiar figures dotted the scene. Minerva, Bran, Drova - generally busy with each other or breakfast.
She glided across the room toward the cupboards, intending to find something the Klingons might have enjoyed as a morning meal. Trips to locales elsewhere were handy, she'd come to realize. On the way, though, she stopped again as Catrain arrived and greeted no one in particular. Reaching out, she tapped him on the shoulder.
"Good morning," she said cheerfully.
by Tiltjuice » Sun Nov 22, 2015 8:49 pm
by Zarkanians » Sun Nov 22, 2015 8:57 pm
by Chedastan » Sun Nov 22, 2015 9:20 pm
by The BranRiech » Sun Nov 22, 2015 9:29 pm
Mincaldenteans wrote:Dining Room
Anais had finished her cup and left the guild hall, feeling the need to stretch her legs and gather any updates since the day prior. She bid her farewell to Alexia with a hug after having the emblem handed over, leaving the former leader to gather her thoughts and to spread the news when the others awoke. Walking down the hall, the ritualist couldn't help but feel a wash of pride and confidence having been selected to be the new leader; but she knew better than to let pride get in the way and tempered it with the same reserve and calm demeanor she had since their arrival. As the doors closed, Anais quietly prayed to Grenth for strength and guidance to her new duty.
Stepping out, Anais realized it may have been too early for anyone to be awake. She pursed her lips, not letting the absence of people in the early morning deter her yet and headed into the dining room. To her surprise, others were awake, noting Minerva, Chrys and a few other 'unfamiliars' gathered.
"Good morning," the ritualist greeted with a polite smile. The kitchen appliances were all alien to her (being used to wooden stoves or a fire pit), but the smell of breakfast was definitely recognizable. Anais took an empty seat and joined the others.
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