*coughs* ahem.......a little recitation......
A dandy named Lexy once said,
“Of my hats, I have blue and some red,
I have pink, green and wine,
Some with feathers so fine,
It’s no wonder they go to my head!”
throws the ball into the air to see who catches it next.......
Hala's Dead (then raised, then dead, etc) Poets Society!
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Hala's Dead (then raised, then dead, etc) Poets Society!
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ChukchiDog
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Those are great! Hmm...couldn't this as easily be an IC thread?
Gildan wrote this for Grag Turgh, who I hope returns soon (Sholo is a village in the game they both came from):
A grizzled old warrior named Grag
Was found nearly dead on a crag
Now recovered in Sholo,
He fights dire bears solo,
But thinks it unseemly to brag.
*shouts* Next!
Gildan wrote this for Grag Turgh, who I hope returns soon (Sholo is a village in the game they both came from):
A grizzled old warrior named Grag
Was found nearly dead on a crag
Now recovered in Sholo,
He fights dire bears solo,
But thinks it unseemly to brag.
*shouts* Next!
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This one was done by the fire a while back when Gildan and Soleis first showed up in Hala. Thought I'd add it to the festering pile 
There once was a young lad named Seamus
Who for skill with his large sword was famous.
He could thrust it all day, in a tireless way..
Oh, and he was a pretty good fighter too.
There once was a young lad named Seamus
Who for skill with his large sword was famous.
He could thrust it all day, in a tireless way..
Oh, and he was a pretty good fighter too.
It takes a [b]Viking[/b] to Raze a Village.
And in that vein...
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(This is all Druid's fault. Sung to the tune of the Beverly Hillbillies.)
Come and listen to a story about a Psion named Scel
Wanted to know how to teach his passion well,
Then one day he was thinkin' really clear
And into his mind came a brilliant idear.
Tower that is, Iron Will, Nexus too.
Well the first thing you know ol' Scel has got a school,
With classrooms and library, lookin' pretty cool
Said: Now the students have a place to come to learn
And Psionics will get the respect that it should earn.
Lots, that is.
Coolest powers, Mind Flayers.
The Ysgard Psionicists!
Come and listen to a story about a Psion named Scel
Wanted to know how to teach his passion well,
Then one day he was thinkin' really clear
And into his mind came a brilliant idear.
Tower that is, Iron Will, Nexus too.
Well the first thing you know ol' Scel has got a school,
With classrooms and library, lookin' pretty cool
Said: Now the students have a place to come to learn
And Psionics will get the respect that it should earn.
Lots, that is.
Coolest powers, Mind Flayers.
The Ysgard Psionicists!
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The Day Lady Jalya Defeated The Beast
((OK.. i know this is long and goes agaisnt the limericks thing... but the thread's called Dead Poets Society.. 
Anyway, just a little something I had a blast writing at the request of a friend who asked me for an epic telling of my adventures to the post office once and it was closed and i had to go back the next day. SO those are real events described in there. 
It's not really good, doesn't really rhyme... but I had fun writing it, so thought I'd share. Enjoy! -- I'll let you guess what the package contained. ))
Hear-ye! Hear-ye! Miladies! Gentlemen! Come gather 'round to hear the tale of an epic battle!
The one telling the tale of a fearless fighter who bravely made her way to the lair of the nastiest, most dreaded beast of all times... Aye, Ladies and Sires! I am talking about the almighty POSTAL OUTLET!
Miladies... Gentlemen.. let me take my lute... make yourself comfortable... grab a drink.. or two... *grins* and let me take you to this time not so long ago when Lady Jalya, of the Ak'hanrye Clan, defeated the Beast.
*grabs lute and plucks a few strings, and gradually starts playing a lively jig*
Once upon a time, but not too long ago
*pauses and grins to the audience*
In a land that's many leagues from here,
Yet not very far,
Was a Clan that we called the Ak'hanrye.
In that Clan, was a brave fighter.
A fighter that was named Jalya.
Now this fighter was brave and fierce
But she also was a Lady of the finest.
One day, our Lady receives a missive,
Urging her to get to a specific place,
Where what was legally hers,
Would be handed to her.
Lady Jalya paces her hut,
Back and forth and forth and back,
Studying the letter, the fine scripting,
Holding it under the dim light of the sun
Still filtering through the window
Trying to make out who it was from.
Days and nights, nights and days,
Our Lady devises a plan
Making out the best time to go
To the mystery place,
Not knowing what she would find once there,
Until she finally decides to go.
Jalya then firmly grabs her bags
And steps out of her hut with a determined pace,
Looking around her warily,
Aware of all that is going on around her,
Dodging the cars and the people
She meets on her way.
After a few minutes,
She gets to the meeting place.
*pauses dramatically and lowers voice*
All of a sudden, everything is quiet.
Everything is calm.
Everything seems to be slowed down.
Balls of grass are rolling across the plain.
There she assumes her position of alert
And gets her weaponry out:
The Mystery Missive.
Taking a deep breath,
She adjusts her bags
And steps into the hut.
Once inside, she looks around....
*raises voice*
.....only to find out that the Mystery Author is not there!
Grumbling under her breath,
Lady Jalya turns around.
"No matter," said she.
"I'll come back tomorrow.
I got a plan that can't miss."
*breaks into a lively jig for a moment then starts the tale again*
The next morning,
Before setting out for her day of work,
Jalya makes sure she tucks
The Missive in her bags,
Determined she is
To not let the Beast
Win this game.
'Tis a long day, and a hard one,
But she struggles throughout,
Doing all that's in her power to
Leave on time to execute her plan
That will ensure her to win...
....and the Beast to be defeated.
And so she makes her way back
To the meeting place,
Determined this time
To not be left stunned like the day before.
Once again, she stands on guard
Ready to outsmart the Beast.
Distracted a minute by the conversation
of a passer-by talking to her,
She turns it into a clever plan
To make the Beast believe
That it is still safe in its lair.
"But not for much longer,"
The Lady murmurs to herself.
After a reasonable amount of time,
She purposefully steps into the lair.
Standing tall, she turns to face
The dreaded Beast,
Armed with her Missive,
And smiling to the Beast's attendant.
Not letting herself be put off
By the seemingly kind smile
And friendly manners of the girl,
Our Lady greets her and
Hands her the Missive,
The first step to a sure win.
The attendant smiles
And appears to be checking
The list of the Beast's victims
Then, finding our Lady's name,
She asks for a proof of
Jalya's identity.
Step two of Jalya's plan,
Is to have everything
The Beast would ask of her
At hand. And so she produces
Said proof not a second after
The attendant asks it of her,
Smiling triumphantly.
Stunned for a second,
But determined to not
Lose so easily, the attendant
Takes said proof and
Critically examines it
Before handing it back
To our brave Lady.
*increases the beat and raises voice*
Grinning, Jalya takes the proof back
While the attendant disappears
Behind the curtains for a moment
To reappear holding a big box
And handing it to our Lady
With a resigned look on her face.
With a satisfied smile,
Our Lady steps out of the hut
Holding the box,
And starts making her way to her hut,
Only letting her guards down
Once she is safely back home.
There, she sits on her couch
Where she opens the box
In which, believe it or not,
She finds some paper,
A quill and a bottle of ink.
Imagine that, Miladies and Gentlemen!
In her very hands, our Lady
Was holding, will you believe me?
The very instruments
That were used to write
The Missive that was sent to her
At the start of our story!
*slows down again and plays softer, lowering voice to the point where it's almost barely a whisper*
But that is not the end!
Oh nay it's not!
For who here knows
What else was lurking
In the darkest corners of the lair
Of the dreaded Postal Outlet Beast?
*ends in a lively jig and a deep bow*
Anyway, just a little something I had a blast writing at the request of a friend who asked me for an epic telling of my adventures to the post office once and it was closed and i had to go back the next day. SO those are real events described in there. It's not really good, doesn't really rhyme... but I had fun writing it, so thought I'd share. Enjoy! -- I'll let you guess what the package contained. ))Hear-ye! Hear-ye! Miladies! Gentlemen! Come gather 'round to hear the tale of an epic battle!
The one telling the tale of a fearless fighter who bravely made her way to the lair of the nastiest, most dreaded beast of all times... Aye, Ladies and Sires! I am talking about the almighty POSTAL OUTLET!
Miladies... Gentlemen.. let me take my lute... make yourself comfortable... grab a drink.. or two... *grins* and let me take you to this time not so long ago when Lady Jalya, of the Ak'hanrye Clan, defeated the Beast.
*grabs lute and plucks a few strings, and gradually starts playing a lively jig*
Once upon a time, but not too long ago
*pauses and grins to the audience*
In a land that's many leagues from here,
Yet not very far,
Was a Clan that we called the Ak'hanrye.
In that Clan, was a brave fighter.
A fighter that was named Jalya.
Now this fighter was brave and fierce
But she also was a Lady of the finest.
One day, our Lady receives a missive,
Urging her to get to a specific place,
Where what was legally hers,
Would be handed to her.
Lady Jalya paces her hut,
Back and forth and forth and back,
Studying the letter, the fine scripting,
Holding it under the dim light of the sun
Still filtering through the window
Trying to make out who it was from.
Days and nights, nights and days,
Our Lady devises a plan
Making out the best time to go
To the mystery place,
Not knowing what she would find once there,
Until she finally decides to go.
Jalya then firmly grabs her bags
And steps out of her hut with a determined pace,
Looking around her warily,
Aware of all that is going on around her,
Dodging the cars and the people
She meets on her way.
After a few minutes,
She gets to the meeting place.
*pauses dramatically and lowers voice*
All of a sudden, everything is quiet.
Everything is calm.
Everything seems to be slowed down.
Balls of grass are rolling across the plain.
There she assumes her position of alert
And gets her weaponry out:
The Mystery Missive.
Taking a deep breath,
She adjusts her bags
And steps into the hut.
Once inside, she looks around....
*raises voice*
.....only to find out that the Mystery Author is not there!
Grumbling under her breath,
Lady Jalya turns around.
"No matter," said she.
"I'll come back tomorrow.
I got a plan that can't miss."
*breaks into a lively jig for a moment then starts the tale again*
The next morning,
Before setting out for her day of work,
Jalya makes sure she tucks
The Missive in her bags,
Determined she is
To not let the Beast
Win this game.
'Tis a long day, and a hard one,
But she struggles throughout,
Doing all that's in her power to
Leave on time to execute her plan
That will ensure her to win...
....and the Beast to be defeated.
And so she makes her way back
To the meeting place,
Determined this time
To not be left stunned like the day before.
Once again, she stands on guard
Ready to outsmart the Beast.
Distracted a minute by the conversation
of a passer-by talking to her,
She turns it into a clever plan
To make the Beast believe
That it is still safe in its lair.
"But not for much longer,"
The Lady murmurs to herself.
After a reasonable amount of time,
She purposefully steps into the lair.
Standing tall, she turns to face
The dreaded Beast,
Armed with her Missive,
And smiling to the Beast's attendant.
Not letting herself be put off
By the seemingly kind smile
And friendly manners of the girl,
Our Lady greets her and
Hands her the Missive,
The first step to a sure win.
The attendant smiles
And appears to be checking
The list of the Beast's victims
Then, finding our Lady's name,
She asks for a proof of
Jalya's identity.
Step two of Jalya's plan,
Is to have everything
The Beast would ask of her
At hand. And so she produces
Said proof not a second after
The attendant asks it of her,
Smiling triumphantly.
Stunned for a second,
But determined to not
Lose so easily, the attendant
Takes said proof and
Critically examines it
Before handing it back
To our brave Lady.
*increases the beat and raises voice*
Grinning, Jalya takes the proof back
While the attendant disappears
Behind the curtains for a moment
To reappear holding a big box
And handing it to our Lady
With a resigned look on her face.
With a satisfied smile,
Our Lady steps out of the hut
Holding the box,
And starts making her way to her hut,
Only letting her guards down
Once she is safely back home.
There, she sits on her couch
Where she opens the box
In which, believe it or not,
She finds some paper,
A quill and a bottle of ink.
Imagine that, Miladies and Gentlemen!
In her very hands, our Lady
Was holding, will you believe me?
The very instruments
That were used to write
The Missive that was sent to her
At the start of our story!
*slows down again and plays softer, lowering voice to the point where it's almost barely a whisper*
But that is not the end!
Oh nay it's not!
For who here knows
What else was lurking
In the darkest corners of the lair
Of the dreaded Postal Outlet Beast?
*ends in a lively jig and a deep bow*
Without "me", it's just "aweso".
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Rudiki
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Go through your logs, people! Lets give credit where it's due. While I was having Lexy recite limericks I had written beforehand, Jayem's player was writing some GREAT ones off the cuff and sending them in private tells to the players of the characters they were about. Here are the two I got for Lexy. I LOVE them!
Written by Jay's player OOC:
There once was an elf called Lexy,
Who both ladies and gents thought was sexy,
They'd walk for miles,
Just for one of his smiles,
And because they'd heard he was flexy!
Whether you're master or miss,
Be careful of that Alexis,
He'll come to your side,
And try to provide,
His own special flavour of bliss!
Who else got 'em? Post them here! Jay's a genius and the world should know it.
Akai got one for Soleis, too, but Akai lost the log.
p.s. Check out the rest of this thread for more good stuff!
p.p.s. I know of a certain Ode that ought to be posted here, Druid!
Written by Jay's player OOC:
There once was an elf called Lexy,
Who both ladies and gents thought was sexy,
They'd walk for miles,
Just for one of his smiles,
And because they'd heard he was flexy!
Whether you're master or miss,
Be careful of that Alexis,
He'll come to your side,
And try to provide,
His own special flavour of bliss!
Who else got 'em? Post them here! Jay's a genius and the world should know it.
Akai got one for Soleis, too, but Akai lost the log.
p.s. Check out the rest of this thread for more good stuff!
p.p.s. I know of a certain Ode that ought to be posted here, Druid!
13thHour : [Tell] *your alignment has long since passed any possible further move to 'sexy' due to reinventing the scale*
[url=http://wiki.ysgard.org/index.php?title=PCs:Lexy]Lexy on the Wiki![/url]
[url=http://wiki.ysgard.org/index.php?title=PCs:Lexy]Lexy on the Wiki![/url]
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Rali'vinee
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Gosh, I've gotten a few over the years, usually when we're crumping, and they're hilarious! I wish I'd saved them but I know they're in logs somewhere ... here are the two recent ones!
IC:
A beautiful bard called Rali,
when friends were in need did not tarry,
her curse on the foe,
made them want to go,
but Rali continued to harry.
and
OOC:
Remember when talking to Rali
Her skin is naturally Sca-ly
This beautiful miss
Does not have psoriasis
If you make the mistake do not tarry.
IC:
A beautiful bard called Rali,
when friends were in need did not tarry,
her curse on the foe,
made them want to go,
but Rali continued to harry.
and
OOC:
Remember when talking to Rali
Her skin is naturally Sca-ly
This beautiful miss
Does not have psoriasis
If you make the mistake do not tarry.
[i][b]Arkon: "[url=http://wiki.ysgard.org/index.php?title=Rali%27vinee_Ish%27tarestacia][color=#00BF00]Rali'vinee[/color][/url] is at the same time, the most lovable character I've ever come across, and the singularly most infuriating."[/b][/i]
