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Fantasy » alt.fan.dragons » give me a hammer please.
| give me a hammer please. [message #237100] |
Di, 28 März 2006 19:20 |
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Stone crumbles and grinds falling from near vertical mountain side.
Small pieces of it clatter far down it's face eventually falling in to
crevasses or reaching gentler slopes where they find rest. Here
climbing up one of the Eastern mountain faces is the large blue dragon
Cira. His feet and claws reach directly into the stone cutting out
footholds for any who might wish to follow. Blue energy flashes where
his claws strike the stone, and the excess material falls away leaving
a cubby and peg suitable for dragon-kin to grasp. Occasionally the
stone is rotten and crumbles under the cutting blow leaving only a
hole. Cira either then reaches deeper or moves his grasp to one side.
His tail dexterously works a blue laser blasting smaller foot and
hand holds into the sheer stone face. Neatly folded wings wait while
the dragon pits himself against the stone.
Higher and higher he works his way up leaving the footprint like trail
carved behind him. Then, nearly at the top, he arrives at a spacious
level place of bare stone. For another fifty or sixty nanoseconds of
light distance the mountain top extends above, almost a miniature
mountain perched on this tiny level plane. "This must be it", he
mutters to himself; looking around. He gently caresses the side of
the mountain that extends above. Every crack and rock is examined
with such exacting detail that it would make a scientific lab workers
envious. In his mind he catalogs mineral and metal, particle and
petal. Here above most of the world he unfurls his wings, letting the
wind fill them. Yet he grips the stone tightly, so much so, that it
would seem he was trying to lift the very mountain higher into the
sky. He flaps pushing against the wind and stone then releases,
lofting up into the air. In an upward spiral he soon lands on the
very peak grasping it tightly with his claws and tail. Wrapping his
wings around the bare rock for stability he raises his nose high and
breaths out a plume of flame which reaches skyward. A ritual
announcement: 'dragon here!' it says to the world. Gradually he lets
the flaming beacon diminish. Looking out across the world from such a
high place on the border of the land called 'HERE' he sees the great
plain to the East, valley and sea to the West, with the mountain range
running away North and South. Then he climbs straight down the windy
peak, back to the level place. The stone around him is bare of life
or plant; yet veins of metal decorate the face. Into these he blows
fiery breath, bringing out the mountain's blood in red streamers. At
other places it is the stone its self that he melts and forms,
clay-like, molding it.
Now with rhythm he works the elements pounding, firing, casting. As
he works he sings; singing to the lights in the sky, the red flame,
the valley far below, the mountains, the sea far away, and anyone who
cares enough to listen. First low and quiet, now, high and lilting.
Peace, peace. Singing of movement and life, the flow of the sea, the
rise of the land. Sometimes wordless, sometime clear and lucid. Of
small growing things, of the love of brothers, the harmony of the
worlds, the threads of the universe, the particles of the spirit, the
lumps of the earth; And everything which covers the innumerable worlds
that fill the voids of space.
Then his thoughts quiet his voice and he works in silence. The sun
sets, sinking into the golden sea. That sea, only 300 microseconds of
light away, and yet can not be seen from the mountain's base; what a
beautiful shimmering sight of illuminating colors. The white moon
becomes more visible in the colored sky as the sun's vibrance fades.
Pausing to look up at the now star studded sky, and the dark voids
between those stars, he remembers that evil which lurks in the
universe. He ponders the stone he shapes, the metal he pulls from its
bed, the clear crystals, purer than any glass that he molds and
shapes, layers and contours, melds and molds. First breathing out
flame then running water and steam he continues to work them. Molten
metals far stronger than any steel bend easily in his grasp and
breath. He peers deep into their structure; ordering their crystals.
It is more than mere fire he places into these metal struts. He
cries over them and his tears glisten and dance on their glowing
yellow-red surface. He pours his knowledge, his strength, his love,
his desire to understand. He cries again. It is a tiny bit of the
essence of his life that he pours out into the lifeless stone and
metal. But now, they are not quite so lifeless. He pauses with the
work half done, panting with exertion. A tremendous glassy crystal is
laid gently to rest in a metal bracket yellow-brown in color. Deep
night now grips the sky in velvet black. Lying down, he looks across
the moon-lit land, tail tip twitching feathers. Behind him against
mountain side and sky the pieces he worked almost seem to glow,
twitch, and groan or creak intermittently. Those with more than
normally gifted sight might actually be able to perceive the
tremblings. His eyes close and he drifts quietly off to sleep. His
dreams wander, pondering how best to make others feel invited to such
a remote location.
--
-Cira ]:8)
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.. /o | / /
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DC2.Dw~ Gm L12m W- Cbl-|gr-,egr B~ Fr++ M+++ O+++ H-- I--
V---! Tc+++![GNU/FSF] KD7KIZ Cira
http://spishack.com/~cira/lair/
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #237101 ] |
Di, 28 März 2006 20:52 |
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bubbles slowly rain down drifting on the winds
a few thoughts are attached
-----
<echoes outward unto distant space such crafting, marking this
time-space>
<watch for a time I, understanding more fully this rendering perhaps>
<wishing you peace>
--
Anvil*
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #243515 ] |
Do, 30 März 2006 10:46 |
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At Tue, 28 Mar 2006 17:20:45 GMT, cira <sam_george [at] spishack.com> hissed:
<chomp>
> It is more than mere fire he places into these metal struts. He
> cries over them and his tears glisten and dance on their glowing
> yellow-red surface. He pours his knowledge, his strength, his love,
> his desire to understand. He cries again. It is a tiny bit of the
> essence of his life that he pours out into the lifeless stone and
> metal. But now, they are not quite so lifeless. He pauses with the
> work half done, panting with exertion. A tremendous glassy crystal is
> laid gently to rest in a metal bracket yellow-brown in color. Deep
> night now grips the sky in velvet black. Lying down, he looks across
> the moon-lit land, tail tip twitching feathers. Behind him against
> mountain side and sky the pieces he worked almost seem to glow,
> twitch, and groan or creak intermittently. Those with more than
> normally gifted sight might actually be able to perceive the
> tremblings. His eyes close and he drifts quietly off to sleep. His
> dreams wander, pondering how best to make others feel invited to such
> a remote location.
Pyros had always appreciated his remote mountain lair--while somewhat
removed from the higher-trafficked areas of Alfandria, by the speed of
dragon wings the Central Clearing and other popular spots weren't an
overly burdensome distance away. In addition, being a bit away from the
more crowded areas gave the somewhat territorial dragon a chance to claim
a section of the mountain range as his own. Not that this mattered much
in daily practice, as in peaceful, friendly Alfandria there were no
invaders to guard against, and others were free to enter. Still, bowing
to his Western dragon instincts, he considered this region his own--and
like any of his other possessions, it was to be watched, guarded, and
cared for, even in the absence of threat.
Flying near the southern edge of his territory, he suddenly sees a spout
of flame from the top of a peak far to the south--another dragon,
signaling. Curious, the red dragon veers to investigate, as those
mountains have been uninhabited since he settled in his current lair.
He arrives at the mountain a little past sunset, slowly flying around.
He sees the climbing path carved into the mountainside, going straight up
to the high plateau. After making a few quick passes, he opts for his
own wings, powerful strokes raising him higher and higher until he
reaches the plateau, where he makes a practiced landing in the high
winds.
He sees Cira, whom he has not seen in a while, the planter of fire-trees
and traveler of dimensions. Many questions arise in his head, from what
projects Cira has been working on recently to how his mate and hatchlings
fare, but the blue is sleeping and looks quite exhausted, so Pyros lets
him be.
He goes to examine the work done so far, keen dragon senses exploring
the...the construction site? The workshop? The artist's studio? He
sees the quivering of the crystal in the moonlight, feels the pulse of
energy through the metal. He flicks out his forked tongue once, then
again, taking in the sharp scent of metal (which sets off several
different triggers in his Western dragon mind), the more subdued scents
of crystal and rock, the residual essence of smoke from the smelting
process (Pyros notes that it was from dragonfire rather than other types
of fire, not that he really expected differently), and of course the
scent of the blue dragon who was working hard at the site a few hours
ago. He knows that the more formed pieces have been infused with some
type of energy, and feels that there is more still to be done, a whole
which is not yet complete, but he does not know its nature, or its
purpose.
It is well past nightfall at this point, and Pyros's wings are tired from
the flight. With his lair some distance away and an intriguing mystery
here, he curls up on the plateau--not right next to Cira, but not too far
away either--facing east, resolved to wake with the dawn and find out
what this newest project is.
--
Pyros Rutilicus
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DC2.Dw~ Gm L40f75w W- T- Sks,wl Cre-,eau Bfl A Fr++ Nm R+ Ac++ J+ Tc++ E-
Proud Owner of One Ponder Point
Scales protect many times better than flesh, but ironically, as long as
I wear this flesh I am safe, whereas if I were to show my true self I
would be vulnerable...
"Thoughts of [an annoying human] still make my teeth itch."
--D. J. Heinrich, The Dragon's Tomb
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #243549 ] |
Sa, 01 April 2006 02:33 |
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cira wrote:
> Stone crumbles and grinds falling from near vertical mountain side.
> Small pieces of it clatter far down it's face eventually falling in to
> crevasses or reaching gentler slopes where they find rest. Here
> climbing up one of the Eastern mountain faces is the large blue dragon
> Cira. His feet and claws reach directly into the stone cutting out
> footholds for any who might wish to follow. Blue energy flashes where
> his claws strike the stone, and the excess material falls away leaving
> a cubby and peg suitable for dragon-kin to grasp. Occasionally the
> stone is rotten and crumbles under the cutting blow leaving only a
> hole. Cira either then reaches deeper or moves his grasp to one side.
> His tail dexterously works a blue laser blasting smaller foot and
> hand holds into the sheer stone face. Neatly folded wings wait while
> the dragon pits himself against the stone.
> lled 'HERE' he sees the great
> plain to the East, valley and sea to the West, with the mountain range
> running away North and South. Then he climbs straight down the windy
> peak, back to the level place. The stone around him is bare of life
> or plant; yet veins of metal decorate the face. Into these he blows
> fiery breath, bringing out the mountain's blood in red streamers. At
> other places it is the stone its self that he melts and forms,
> clay-like, molding it.
>
> Now with rhythm he works the elements pounding, firing, casting. As
> he works he sings; singing to the lights in the sky, the red flame,
> the valley far below, the mountains, the sea far away, and anyone who
> cares enough to listen. First low and quiet, now, high and lilting.
> Peace, peace. Singing of movement and life, the flow of the sea, the
> rise of the land. Sometimes wordless, sometime clear and lucid. Of
> small growing things, of the love of brothers, the harmony of the
> worlds, the threads of the universe, the particles of the spirit, the
> lumps of the earth; And everything which covers the innumerable worlds
> that fill the voids of space.
(snip)
Hello, nice to meet you :) I'm Ryoku-Shiin, but everyone (in other
realms) just call me Ryoku... *offers you a box of flavor-changing
chocolate from his bottomless bag...*
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #243568 ] |
Sa, 01 April 2006 15:22 |
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Anvil* wrote:
> bubbles slowly rain down drifting on the winds
> a few thoughts are attached
> -----
> <echoes outward unto distant space such crafting, marking this
> time-space>
> <watch for a time I, understanding more fully this rendering perhaps>
> <wishing you peace>
But sleep is not his deep need for now and Cira wakes in the
moonlit night. The universe rains bubble on the winds, and mind
thought are clear as an open book before his eyes. He thinks on
Anvil's words. Our great zen like poet of terseness. *chuckle*
Something of an opposite in lengthiness to me.
::It feels good to be noticed in the universe, all too frequent
aloneness burdens my soul::
And then as if the universe contained infinite gears what just
came together and turned Cira understands a bit more. With
moonshine moist eyes he smiles and his own energies and fires
kindle within.
Through clenched teeth he spits a tiny jet of white plasma,
getting back to the work. He works the jet across the curved
clear crystal lens. In the night it seems a light house beacon
flashing as he works round the crystal stone. Adding layer upon
layer he grows it by adding power ground elements from the
plateau. The powder and crystal surface liquefy together then
become, in thin layers, one. More beams move to their places
in the framework. The crafted metal struts are covered in a
fern-like pattern which, although beautiful, is not decoration.
Instead it is the mixing layers of material frozen for their
strength, and a hallmark of his work. He fashions a large white
perfectly flat stone with an egg shaped outline. At the edges it
slopes downward. A pedestal, large enough to accomadate a good
sized dragon comfortably, even one twice his size. Cira
considers himself something of a mid-sized dragon. He sits on
the white stone's edge pondering the framework of the building
who's skeleton now surrounds him. Clouds still passing where a
roof will be.
"It would be quite pleasant if I could find a way of protecting
the mechanism without enclosing it," he says aloud to the wind
and sky. "After all, the scope must be exposed to the heavens to
function."
He pauses to consider the building. The massive white projection
stone is not quite in its proper place, and yet already too large
for him to move out right. He could use outside energies... but
has pledged this labor to be preformed by the strength of muscle
rather than machine or magic. He wishes to work with inherent
limitations, finding solutions not merely side stepping them.
Though he would have no aversion to help from others wishing to
contribute. The greater hemispherical crystal will also be too
heavy for moving, without someone like Brood or Wyrm helping, but
no matter. That can be crafted in place.
From beneath the white stone he pulls material sinking and
shifting it downward into its rightful dias position. The
surrounding area is also lowered to become the main floor,
leveled, smooth, and tile patterned. The removed material is not
cast off, but caringly crafted into the rising structural
skeleton which now begins to fill out in a paneling not unlike
dragon scales. The building's outline is visible as a graceful
curving shape. Sweeping arching struts make up the large dome,
dish, and wing like balconies extending beyond the plateau's
edge.
The moon sets leaving only the twinkling stars. One by one the
stars fade and the sky grays with the sun's rising. The sky's
color changes, but it is not to blue. A light grey covering over
the world brings gentle rain. The large blue dragon pauses in
his work to enjoy a bit of storminess from the sky. The gray
sheets block all but the nearest valley floor before cutting off
all but the mountain height its self. Leaving only an island in
the sky. Cira, unable to refrain himself, dances around the
slick rock and unfinished structure as the dust of work is washed
away. Wings working as much as legs he leaps between the
mountain spike and the forming dome. The water on his wings
changes his aerodynamics making full flight an interesting
challenge. He swoops up circling for a while in the wetness
until a strong down pour drops him back to this strange aerie
plateau. For a while he shelters beneath one of the balcony's
wings.
--
-Cira ]:8)
.. ,~~~~~,~~---~
.. _)_ ,-/--~~~/ /
.. /o | / /
.. / /| | _/ / / irc://spishack.com#cira
.. \/ | |// // /__,_
.. | -------- \__ __
.. ------|-------------------------\----/--\-
DC2.Dw~ Gm L12m W- Cbl-|gr-,egr B~ Fr++ M+++ O+++ H-- I--
V---! Tc+++![GNU/FSF] KD7KIZ Cira
http://spishack.com/~cira/lair/
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #243576 ] |
Sa, 01 April 2006 21:50 |
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Pyros Rutilicus wrote:
>
> Pyros had always appreciated his remote mountain lair--while somewhat
> removed from the higher-trafficked areas of Alfandria, by the speed of
> dragon wings the Central Clearing and other popular spots weren't an
> overly burdensome distance away. In addition, being a bit away from the
> more crowded areas gave the somewhat territorial dragon a chance to claim
> a section of the mountain range as his own. Not that this mattered much
> in daily practice, as in peaceful, friendly Alfandria there were no
> invaders to guard against, and others were free to enter. Still, bowing
> to his Western dragon instincts, he considered this region his own--and
> like any of his other possessions, it was to be watched, guarded, and
> cared for, even in the absence of threat.
[oh dear. i would never knowingly try to move into someone else's
territory. but would excuse my self by how many others built caves in
the range. besides somewhere around here is my tiger rock which is
the closest thing that I have to a 'lair' Here.]
> Flying near the southern edge of his territory, he suddenly sees a spout
> of flame from the top of a peak far to the south--another dragon,
> signaling. Curious, the red dragon veers to investigate, as those
> mountains have been uninhabited since he settled in his current lair.
>
> He arrives at the mountain a little past sunset, slowly flying around.
> He sees the climbing path carved into the mountainside, going straight up
> to the high plateau. After making a few quick passes, he opts for his
> own wings, powerful strokes raising him higher and higher until he
> reaches the plateau, where he makes a practiced landing in the high
> winds.
>
> He sees Cira, whom he has not seen in a while, the planter of fire-trees
> and traveler of dimensions. Many questions arise in his head, from what
> projects Cira has been working on recently to how his mate and hatchlings
> fare, but the blue is sleeping and looks quite exhausted, so Pyros lets
> him be.
>
> He goes to examine the work done so far, keen dragon senses exploring
> the...the construction site? The workshop? The artist's studio? He
> sees the quivering of the crystal in the moonlight, feels the pulse of
> energy through the metal. He flicks out his forked tongue once, then
> again, taking in the sharp scent of metal (which sets off several
> different triggers in his Western dragon mind), the more subdued scents
> of crystal and rock, the residual essence of smoke from the smelting
> process (Pyros notes that it was from dragonfire rather than other types
> of fire, not that he really expected differently), and of course the
> scent of the blue dragon who was working hard at the site a few hours
> ago. He knows that the more formed pieces have been infused with some
> type of energy, and feels that there is more still to be done, a whole
> which is not yet complete, but he does not know its nature, or its
> purpose.
>
> It is well past nightfall at this point, and Pyros's wings are tired from
> the flight. With his lair some distance away and an intriguing mystery
> here, he curls up on the plateau--not right next to Cira, but not too far
> away either--facing east, resolved to wake with the dawn and find out
> what this newest project is.
Hopefully we can forgive Cira for over looking Pyros during the night.
I think his mind was quite involved in something else. *grin*
Well, if the gray dawn did not awaken Pyros I'm sure the rain did.
*chuckle*
Let's see: The current position of the mountain is approximately the
reflection point of the Dragon University through the geometric center
of Alfandra. That puts it just North of the river's head waters, in
the mountains kitty-corner. The Eastern edge. It looks like the
plateau is roughly C shaped curving around the mountain's peak to the
South, and is at least 200 meters across. The building's main bulk
and dish structure stands free, yet part of the enclosed space arches
across to join in brotherhood with the higher peak. The plateau is
not entirely filled by the structure but has a healthy border all
around, only the wing like balconies and potentially the dish reach
over the plateau's edge. None of this is solid yet, only framework
and skeleton.
Through the waning night Cira works with his mind full of the
grandness of Universe. The wonder of it all. It's pull on him. He
pauses to shed a tear or two in thought. The quiet of the late night
forbids being broken so he works in pleasant silence, only the
occasional klunk of a girder or stone falling into place or the hiss
of his flame working yet another crystal lens.
As the night darkens near its end Cira lights his own lights and his
horns, claws, and spines glow with a blue-white light of their own.
Transforming his nearly black outline into a lit vessel upon the sea.
As the sky grays Pyros begins to stir but it is only his shifting and
stretching that at last gradually alerts Cira of Pyros' presence over
the wind noise. He sees the Red at last and then recognized the
stirring and yawing dragon as Pyros.
"Pyros!" Cira leaps off the skeleton gliding near. A light wind and
gray sky make for a cold morning. "GoodMorning! How are you? I
didn't know you were here!"
He thinks of offering Pyros breakfast and then remembers his own
hunger and that he has brought none.
______ Mountain Peak
The building looks larger _- \______
as it arches outward _/ \_________
somewhat. / _------_ __/._____/.\
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| | Building \ \--x---/_ |.\
| | Footprint___ \./\_...\__ /.|
The Climb X| \ _/ \_\\..\_....\._|
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| X \/ \
\ Cira Asleep X |
|___ ___ Pyros _|
|_______/ \________ /
Slept
Plateau Here
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100m | /|\_ little
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100 nls /- ____.= \ |./.\...\...\
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #243577 ] |
So, 02 April 2006 00:07 |
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Draconian Sage wrote:
> Hello, nice to meet you :) I'm Ryoku-Shiin, but everyone (in other
> realms) just call me Ryoku... *offers you a box of flavor-changing
> chocolate from his bottomless bag...*
"Oh greetings! Thank you!"
"MMmfff, choffleff iff alwasf gooff. MMMmmm."
" Roy'ku"Shin? " He says trying his clumsy tongue out on the name
once his mouth is clear. "I must ask after having pronounced 'Pyros'
name incorrectly for nearly a year before asking and finally getting
it correct." (hopefully)
"I saw your color personality thread. Mmmufm," taking another bite of
chocolate. "Mvery interesting." *ahem* "Just when you think that
such descriptions are right-out they seem to describe the reflection
we see after all. In case you haven't learned to decipher the dragon
code things I'm a very dark blue, almost black."
"Naturally, *I* would attribute that to the genetic work I did with
modifying the chloroplasts of red-green algae until they were
efficiently collecting energy from nearly frequency." *evilgrin*
"I reminds me of the color changers we have around here. It did seem
to be linked to their mood."
--
-Cira ]:8)
.. ,~~~~~,~~---~
.. _)_ ,-/--~~~/ /
.. /o | / /
.. / /| | _/ / / irc://spishack.com#cira
.. \/ | |// // /__,_
.. | -------- \__ __
.. ------|-------------------------\----/--\-
DC2.Dw~ Gm L12m W- Cbl-|gr-,egr B~ Fr++ M+++ O+++ H-- I--
V---! Tc+++![GNU/FSF] KD7KIZ Cira
http://spishack.com/~cira/lair/
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #243618 ] |
Mo, 03 April 2006 08:42 |
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At Sat, 01 Apr 2006 19:50:43 GMT, cira <sam_george [at] spishack.com> hissed:
> Pyros Rutilicus wrote:
>>
>> Pyros had always appreciated his remote mountain lair--while somewhat
>> removed from the higher-trafficked areas of Alfandria, by the speed
>> of dragon wings the Central Clearing and other popular spots weren't
>> an overly burdensome distance away. In addition, being a bit away
>> from the more crowded areas gave the somewhat territorial dragon a
>> chance to claim a section of the mountain range as his own. Not that
>> this mattered much in daily practice, as in peaceful, friendly
>> Alfandria there were no invaders to guard against, and others were
>> free to enter. Still, bowing to his Western dragon instincts, he
>> considered this region his own--and like any of his other
>> possessions, it was to be watched, guarded, and cared for, even in
>> the absence of threat.
>
> [oh dear. i would never knowingly try to move into someone else's
> territory. but would excuse my self by how many others built caves in
> the range. besides somewhere around here is my tiger rock which is
> the closest thing that I have to a 'lair' Here.]
[It's ok--note the next paragraph. My territory is north of here; as far
as I know this region is unclaimed. Hooray for virtual spaces.]
>> Flying near the southern edge of his territory, he suddenly sees a
>> spout of flame from the top of a peak far to the south--another
>> dragon, signaling. Curious, the red dragon veers to investigate, as
>> those mountains have been uninhabited since he settled in his current
>> lair.
<chomp>
> As the night darkens near its end Cira lights his own lights and his
> horns, claws, and spines glow with a blue-white light of their own.
> Transforming his nearly black outline into a lit vessel upon the sea.
> As the sky grays Pyros begins to stir but it is only his shifting and
> stretching that at last gradually alerts Cira of Pyros' presence over
> the wind noise. He sees the Red at last and then recognized the
> stirring and yawing dragon as Pyros.
>
> "Pyros!" Cira leaps off the skeleton gliding near. A light wind and
> gray sky make for a cold morning. "GoodMorning! How are you? I
> didn't know you were here!"
Pyros yawns--exposing many sharp teeth--and blinks away sleep in the gray
dawn. "Yes, I got here late last night. You were asleep...looks like
you've been busy since then though." Pyros gazes at the skeleton of the
building, stretching his wings as he does so. "Impressive...what is it?"
> He thinks of offering Pyros breakfast and then remembers his own
> hunger and that he has brought none.
Pyros's stomach rumbles audibly. He smiles. "I bet there's some game in
the valley below...want to take a break?"
--
Pyros Rutilicus
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DC2.Dw~ Gm L40f75w W- T- Sks,wl Cre-,eau Bfl A Fr++ Nm R+ Ac++ J+ Tc++ E-
Proud Owner of One Ponder Point
Scales protect many times better than flesh, but ironically, as long as
I wear this flesh I am safe, whereas if I were to show my true self I
would be vulnerable...
"Thoughts of [an annoying human] still make my teeth itch."
--D. J. Heinrich, The Dragon's Tomb
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #243619 ] |
Mo, 03 April 2006 08:43 |
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At Sat, 01 Apr 2006 22:07:11 GMT, cira <sam_george [at] spishack.com> hissed:
<chomp>
> " Roy'ku"Shin? " He says trying his clumsy tongue out on the name
> once his mouth is clear. "I must ask after having pronounced 'Pyros'
> name incorrectly for nearly a year before asking and finally getting
> it correct." (hopefully)
....how were you pronouncing it?
--
Pyros Rutilicus - long I, long O, soft S, accent on the first syllable
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DC2.Dw~ Gm L40f75w W- T- Sks,wl Cre-,eau Bfl A Fr++ Nm R+ Ac++ J+ Tc++ E-
Proud Owner of One Ponder Point
Scales protect many times better than flesh, but ironically, as long as
I wear this flesh I am safe, whereas if I were to show my true self I
would be vulnerable...
"Thoughts of [an annoying human] still make my teeth itch."
--D. J. Heinrich, The Dragon's Tomb
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #243637 ] |
Di, 04 April 2006 04:03 |
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Pyros Rutilicus wrote:
> At Sat, 01 Apr 2006 22:07:11 GMT, cira <sam_george [at] spishack.com> hissed:
>
> <chomp>
>> " Roy'ku"Shin? " He says trying his clumsy tongue out on the name
>> once his mouth is clear. "I must ask after having pronounced Pyros'
>> name incorrectly for nearly a year before asking and finally getting
>> it correct." (hopefully)
>
> ...how were you pronouncing it?
"Humm, now I'm not sure. Then on the other paw, I'm not sure if I'm
pronouncing it correctly any more at all." *sheepishgrin*
Pie"ros Roo'til"i'kus
"But I remember you were pronouncing mine strangely as well, and I
didn't think that was possible." ];8)
"Though now I see that it's only my own familiarity with it which
prevents me from seeing other ways of pronouncing it."
--
-Cira (Sear"ah -- as in a searing heat) ]:8)
.. ,~~~~~,~~---~
.. _)_ ,-/--~~~/ /
.. /o | / /
.. / /| | _/ / / irc://spishack.com#cira
.. \/ | |// // /__,_
.. | -------- \__ __
.. ------|-------------------------\----/--\-
DC2.Dw~ Gm L12m W- Cbl-|gr-,egr B~ Fr++ M+++ O+++ H-- I--
V---! Tc+++![GNU/FSF] KD7KIZ Cira
http://spishack.com/~cira/lair/
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #243639 ] |
Di, 04 April 2006 05:55 |
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At Tue, 04 Apr 2006 02:03:18 GMT, cira <sam_george [at] spishack.com> hissed:
> Pyros Rutilicus wrote:
>> At Sat, 01 Apr 2006 22:07:11 GMT, cira <sam_george [at] spishack.com>
>> hissed:
>>
>> <chomp>
>>> " Roy'ku"Shin? " He says trying his clumsy tongue out on the name
>>> once his mouth is clear. "I must ask after having pronounced Pyros'
>>> name incorrectly for nearly a year before asking and finally getting
>>> it correct." (hopefully)
>>
>> ...how were you pronouncing it?
>
> "Humm, now I'm not sure. Then on the other paw, I'm not sure if I'm
> pronouncing it correctly any more at all." *sheepishgrin*
>
> Pie"ros Roo'til"i'kus
Looks right. The "o" is long (not sure if it's clear from the above
guide, although I suspect you have it correct).
> "But I remember you were pronouncing mine strangely as well, and I
> didn't think that was possible." ];8)
Well, you gave a hint, so I could hardly fail now, could I? ];-8)~
Sear-a.
--
Pyros Rutilicus
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DC2.Dw~ Gm L40f75w W- T- Sks,wl Cre-,eau Bfl A Fr++ Nm R+ Ac++ J+ Tc++
E- Proud Owner of One Ponder Point
Scales protect many times better than flesh, but ironically, as long as
I wear this flesh I am safe, whereas if I were to show my true self I
would be vulnerable...
"Thoughts of [an annoying human] still make my teeth itch."
--D. J. Heinrich, The Dragon's Tomb
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #245315 ] |
Do, 06 April 2006 17:14 |
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Pyros Rutilicus conversed thusly:
> At Tue, 04 Apr 2006 02:03:18 GMT, cira <sam_george [at] spishack.com> hissed:
>> Pyros Rutilicus wrote:
*sub-message-charred-beyond-recognition*
>>> ...how were you pronouncing it?
>> "Humm, now I'm not sure. Then on the other paw, I'm not sure if I'm
>> pronouncing it correctly any more at all." *sheepishgrin*
>>
>> Pie"ros Roo'til"i'kus
>
> Looks right. The "o" is long (not sure if it's clear from the above
> guide, although I suspect you have it correct).
Ah, the limitations of text. ÓÖó°°`O^Ôô I can't find an 'o' with a
bar over it. Oh well. -o- oºo ü
Pie"r-o-s Rü'til"ï'kus I'm beginning to think it would be easier to
attach mp3s. ];8)
>> "But I remember you were pronouncing mine strangely as well, and I
>> didn't think that was possible." ];8)
>
> Well, you gave a hint, so I could hardly fail now, could I? ];-8)~
> Sear-a.
Cira takes one look at his name spelled that way and decides that he
would *not* like phonetically spelled English, even if it were easier
to deal with. I swear-a!
--
-Cira ]:8)
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.. /o | / /
.. / /| | _/ / / irc://spishack.com#cira
.. \/ | |// // /__,_
.. | -------- \__ __
.. ------|-------------------------\----/--\-
DC2.Dw~ Gm L12m W- Cbl-|gr-,egr B~ Fr++ M+++ O+++ H-- I--
V---! Tc+++![GNU/FSF] KD7KIZ Cira
http://spishack.com/~cira/lair/
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #245331 ] |
Fr, 07 April 2006 06:22 |
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Pyros Rutilicus crafted:
> At Sat, 01 Apr 2006 19:50:43 GMT, cira <sam_george [at] spishack.com> hissed:
>> Pyros Rutilicus wrote:
>>> Pyros had always appreciated his remote mountain lair--while
>>> somewhat removed from the higher-trafficked areas of
>>> Alfandria, by the speed of dragon wings the Central Clearing
>>> and other popular spots weren't an overly burdensome distance
>>> away. In addition, being a bit away from the more crowded
>>> areas gave the somewhat territorial dragon a chance to claim
>>> a section of the mountain range as his own. Not that this
>>> mattered much in daily practice, as in peaceful, friendly
>>> Alfandria there were no invaders to guard against, and others
>>> were free to enter. Still, bowing to his Western dragon
>>> instincts, he considered this region his own--and like any of
>>> his other possessions, it was to be watched, guarded, and
>>> cared for, even in the absence of threat.
>> [oh dear. i would never knowingly try to move into someone
>> else's territory. but would excuse my self by how many others
>> built caves in the range. besides somewhere around here is my
>> tiger rock which is the closest thing that I have to a 'lair'
>> Here.]
> [It's ok--note the next paragraph. My territory is north of
> here; as far as I know this region is unclaimed. Hooray for
> virtual spaces.]
*grin*
>>> Flying near the southern edge of his territory, he suddenly sees a
>>> spout of flame from the top of a peak far to the south--another
>>> dragon, signaling. Curious, the red dragon veers to investigate, as
>>> those mountains have been uninhabited since he settled in his current
>>> lair.
>
> <chomp>
>> As the night darkens near its end Cira lights his own lights
>> and his horns, claws, and spines glow with a blue-white light
>> of their own. Transforming his nearly black outline into a
>> lit vessel upon the sea. As the sky grays Pyros begins to
>> stir but it is only his shifting and stretching that at last
>> gradually alerts Cira of Pyros' presence over the wind noise.
>> He sees the Red at last and then recognized the stirring and
>> yawing dragon as Pyros.
>> "Pyros!" Cira leaps off the skeleton gliding near. A light
>> wind and gray sky make for a cold morning. "GoodMorning! How
>> are you? I didn't know you were here!"
> Pyros yawns--exposing many sharp teeth--and blinks away sleep
> in the gray dawn. "Yes, I got here late last night. You were
> asleep...looks like you've been busy since then though."
> Pyros gazes at the skeleton of the building, stretching his
> wings as he does so. "Impressive...what is it?"
"Tis an Observatory. Well, sort of", he says while folding his
wings neatly. "It's meant to compliment the one at the Dragon
University. So it's a little different from what you might
expect. It should be able to get a close look at the surface of
a star. But it's not entirely a... one way device. I got the
plans for it on my last adventure. Unfortunately, there are a
few bits I'm at a loss to understand, and I added in a few
changes but only to the pieces that I do understand. The
building is my own design though. I'm hoping that by building
it I'll be able to learn the pieces which have proved opaque
on paper."
"I mean it to be for any AFDenizen to use. It's meant as a 'public'
structure of sorts. Maybe we'll be able to get a portal from the
central clearing or something."
>> He thinks of offering Pyros breakfast and then remembers his
>> own hunger and that he has brought none.
> Pyros's stomach rumbles audibly. He smiles. "I bet there's
> some game in the valley below...want to take a break?"
"An excellent suggestion! I feel like a little hunting." He
grins hungrily at the thought and has to slurp to keep from
drooling. With that his talons grow longer by a few inches.
Cira scans about seeking favorable hunting. Looking out across
the Alfandria valley the silver gray sea is touched by sheets of
rain, a storm is coming. The colors appear more saturated than
normal in this light, living surfaces energized by the unhindered
ultraviolet in the muted dawn.
"Hmm, storm coming. If we go to the East we'll be in the rain
shadow. You don't mind hunting outside of Alfandria proper, do
you?"
He then scans away to the East. There the Sun breaks through
grey curtains dancing rays of yellow on the flat plains. Ah yes,
good hunting there. But what for the hunt? His eyes change
modes looking far away.
"I see a troop of bison grazing about 50 miles out, but that's a
bit more than the two of us could eat for a meal." Cira
remembers sharing a cow once with his mate and have to really
stuff himself to finish it off. (Further more Angel is a bit
larger than Pyros.)
"There are quite a few deer hiding about on the lower slopes.
They might make a fun hunt. Of course we'd have to take four
or five of them to make it worth it."
He searches a bit more then his eyes light up. "That would be
perfect. There's a heard of horse about 30 miles SouthEast. One
of them would be just right. Er, as long as we could get away
without offending any of the resident Equines 'round Here that
is." He cocks his head and looks back at Pyros.
--
-Cira ]:8)
.. ,~~~~~,~~---~
.. _)_ ,-/--~~~/ /
.. /o | / /
.. / /| | _/ / / irc://dracoquies.us#cira
.. \/ | |// // /__,_
.. | -------- \__ __
.. ------|-------------------------\----/--\-
DC2.Dw~ Gm L12m W- Cbl-|gr-,egr B~ Fr++ M+++ O+++ H-- I--
V---! Tc+++![GNU/FSF] KD7KIZ Cira
http://dracoquies.us/~cira/lair/
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #245334 ] |
Fr, 07 April 2006 07:11 |
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WAIT!!! WATS GOING ON??!!!
WAAAHHH!!!
o [at] #$#!!!
dragons dont cry...
awwww.
snort
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #245339 ] |
Fr, 07 April 2006 08:00 |
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In article <1144386678.022573.298810 [at] i39g2000cwa.googlegroups.com>,
mistermoo.cow [at] gmail.com says...
>WAIT!!! WATS GOING ON??!!!
>WAAAHHH!!!
>o [at] #$#!!!
>dragons dont cry...
>awwww.
>snort
*Laughs* What's going on is one of Alfandria's most rare events:
A Story.
--
Draco18s
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S+ I-# V++ Q++ Tc+++[C++]/Tc--- E+
"Yum!" |> v-v-v-v |>
| , , .|. | n | .|.
'. |_/| | |'''''''''''| | \
(q p),-| | HERSHEY'S | |'-._ ))
/_(/ | | CHO|"|LIT | | ) '-.___//
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #245356 ] |
Fr, 07 April 2006 09:54 |
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Draco18s <draco18s2 [at] _SPAM_hotmail.com> wrote in message
news:MPG.1e9fca09bf380bf59897aa [at] news.teranews.com...
> In article <1144386678.022573.298810 [at] i39g2000cwa.googlegroups.com>,
> mistermoo.cow [at] gmail.com says...
> >WAIT!!! WATS GOING ON??!!!
> >WAAAHHH!!!
> >o [at] #$#!!!
> >dragons dont cry...
> >awwww.
> >snort
>
> *Laughs* What's going on is one of Alfandria's most rare events:
> A Story.
>
*Changes to hawk form in a puff of RED smoke and flies over to perch on
neaby branch*
*listens with baited breath to unfolding story*
> --
> Draco18s
> DC2.Dw Gm L- W- T Phvwalt Sks Cag^ Bco|# A- Fr Nu M--- O H+ $ Fo R+++ Ac+
J+
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>
> "Yum!" |> v-v-v-v |>
> | , , .|. | n | .|.
> '. |_/| | |'''''''''''| | \
> (q p),-| | HERSHEY'S | |'-._ ))
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #245376 ] |
Sa, 08 April 2006 05:10 |
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On 07 Apr 2006, Pegasus was found to have scratched this message on a
rock in alt.fan.dragons:
>> *Laughs* What's going on is one of Alfandria's most rare events:
>> A Story.
> *Changes to hawk form in a puff of RED smoke and flies over to perch
> on neaby branch*
> *listens with baited breath to unfolding story*
<Offers beakwash>
Lord Flame Stryke
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DC2.D~ Gm L120f60t180w W T Phawlt Sks Cbk,ere' Bfl A+++! Fr++ Nm M+ O H+ $
Fc~ R+++! Ac+++ J+ S++ U! I# V+++! Q Tc++ E++
Draco nigrum, oculi rubere, suppositus, magus.
Holder of the Scroll of Nobility from Lady Viriatha, Keeper of the Wand of
Sparklies in its case from Hex, Wielder of the Lady Viri Signature 4x8 from
Ysable, Eater of the Mint Cheesecake from Whisper, Mate to Lady Viriatha,
Owner of Flame Stryke's Windex® Factory, Lord Balloonmaker, Borrower of the
Ebony Wood Fife from Luxatos, Accepter of the Small Statue of a Green
Dragon Covered in Ice Cream Toppings from Juniper, Employer of a miniature
Jester doll from SeaKing, Bearer of the Magic Ever-Bill from SeaKing,
Carrier of the gold piece from whisper: o, Builder of Dragon Fyre Keep,
First Dragon of Realism, Giver of the Pickaxe of Icebreaking to Kalos,
Winner of the *shiny* riddle award from Pegasus
--
"My buttocks are like twin wheels of gouda." -- Tiny Tank
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #245379 ] |
Sa, 08 April 2006 06:30 |
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Lord Flame Stryke <FlameStryke [at] gmail.com> wrote in message
news:Xns979ED77F72317DragonFyre [at] 64.59.135.159...
> On 07 Apr 2006, Pegasus was found to have scratched this message on a
> rock in alt.fan.dragons:
>
> >> *Laughs* What's going on is one of Alfandria's most rare events:
> >> A Story.
> > *Changes to hawk form in a puff of RED smoke and flies over to perch
> > on neaby branch*
> > *listens with baited breath to unfolding story*
>
> <Offers beakwash>
Hmm. Thanks, but that's just be more I'd be carrion. *chuckles at weak pun*
>
>
>
> Lord Flame Stryke
>
> --
> DC2.D~ Gm L120f60t180w W T Phawlt Sks Cbk,ere' Bfl A+++! Fr++ Nm M+ O H+ $
> Fc~ R+++! Ac+++ J+ S++ U! I# V+++! Q Tc++ E++
> Draco nigrum, oculi rubere, suppositus, magus.
> Holder of the Scroll of Nobility from Lady Viriatha, Keeper of the Wand of
> Sparklies in its case from Hex, Wielder of the Lady Viri Signature 4x8
from
> Ysable, Eater of the Mint Cheesecake from Whisper, Mate to Lady Viriatha,
> Owner of Flame Stryke's Windex® Factory, Lord Balloonmaker, Borrower of
the
> Ebony Wood Fife from Luxatos, Accepter of the Small Statue of a Green
> Dragon Covered in Ice Cream Toppings from Juniper, Employer of a miniature
> Jester doll from SeaKing, Bearer of the Magic Ever-Bill from SeaKing,
> Carrier of the gold piece from whisper: o, Builder of Dragon Fyre Keep,
> First Dragon of Realism, Giver of the Pickaxe of Icebreaking to Kalos,
> Winner of the *shiny* riddle award from Pegasus
>
> --
> "My buttocks are like twin wheels of gouda." -- Tiny Tank
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #245381 ] |
Sa, 08 April 2006 06:52 |
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At Fri, 07 Apr 2006 04:22:08 GMT, cira <sam_george [at] spishack.com> hissed:
<chomp>
>>> "Pyros!" Cira leaps off the skeleton gliding near. A light
>>> wind and gray sky make for a cold morning. "GoodMorning! How
>>> are you? I didn't know you were here!"
>
>> Pyros yawns--exposing many sharp teeth--and blinks away sleep
>> in the gray dawn. "Yes, I got here late last night. You were
>> asleep...looks like you've been busy since then though."
>> Pyros gazes at the skeleton of the building, stretching his
>> wings as he does so. "Impressive...what is it?"
>
> "Tis an Observatory. Well, sort of", he says while folding his
> wings neatly. "It's meant to compliment the one at the Dragon
> University. So it's a little different from what you might
> expect. It should be able to get a close look at the surface of
> a star. But it's not entirely a... one way device. I got the
> plans for it on my last adventure. Unfortunately, there are a
> few bits I'm at a loss to understand, and I added in a few
> changes but only to the pieces that I do understand. The
> building is my own design though. I'm hoping that by building
> it I'll be able to learn the pieces which have proved opaque
> on paper."
Pyros examines the large main lens. "Hmm...not entirely one-way, you
say?"
> "I mean it to be for any AFDenizen to use. It's meant as a 'public'
> structure of sorts. Maybe we'll be able to get a portal from the
> central clearing or something."
"That shouldn't be too difficult, if people are so inclined...of course,
it can probably wait until the observatory is completed."
<chomp>
> "There are quite a few deer hiding about on the lower slopes.
> They might make a fun hunt. Of course we'd have to take four
> or five of them to make it worth it."
>
> He searches a bit more then his eyes light up. "That would be
> perfect. There's a heard of horse about 30 miles SouthEast. One
> of them would be just right. Er, as long as we could get away
> without offending any of the resident Equines 'round Here that
> is." He cocks his head and looks back at Pyros.
"Hmm, I'm always a fan of deer, but the horse sounds good too. I'm not
sure if they would take offense--they're clearly in a different category
from the unintelligent food animals we'd be hunting."
"Shall we?" Pyros leaps off of the high plateau, spreading his wings and
going into a shallow dive before leveling off. Beating his wings, he
gains altitude gradually until he reaches a comfortable height...
--
Pyros Rutilicus
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DC2.Dw~ Gm L40f75w W- T- Sks,wl Cre-,eau Bfl A Fr++ Nm R+ Ac++ J+ Tc++ E-
Proud Owner of One Ponder Point
Scales protect many times better than flesh, but ironically, as long as
I wear this flesh I am safe, whereas if I were to show my true self I
would be vulnerable...
"Thoughts of [an annoying human] still make my teeth itch."
--D. J. Heinrich, The Dragon's Tomb
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #245383 ] |
Sa, 08 April 2006 17:39 |
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On 07 Apr 2006, Pegasus was found to have scratched this message on a
rock in alt.fan.dragons:
>> >> *Laughs* What's going on is one of Alfandria's most rare events:
>> >> A Story.
>> > *Changes to hawk form in a puff of RED smoke and flies over to
>> > perch on neaby branch*
>> > *listens with baited breath to unfolding story*
>> <Offers beakwash>
> Hmm. Thanks, but that's just be more I'd be carrion. *chuckles at weak
> pun*
<Drops small Anvil on Pegasus>
<whump.....>
Lord Flame Stryke
--
DC2.D~ Gm L120f60t180w W T Phawlt Sks Cbk,ere' Bfl A+++! Fr++ Nm M+ O H+ $
Fc~ R+++! Ac+++ J+ S++ U! I# V+++! Q Tc++ E++
Draco nigrum, oculi rubere, suppositus, magus.
Holder of the Scroll of Nobility from Lady Viriatha, Keeper of the Wand of
Sparklies in its case from Hex, Wielder of the Lady Viri Signature 4x8 from
Ysable, Eater of the Mint Cheesecake from Whisper, Mate to Lady Viriatha,
Owner of Flame Stryke's Windex® Factory, Lord Balloonmaker, Borrower of the
Ebony Wood Fife from Luxatos, Accepter of the Small Statue of a Green
Dragon Covered in Ice Cream Toppings from Juniper, Employer of a miniature
Jester doll from SeaKing, Bearer of the Magic Ever-Bill from SeaKing,
Carrier of the gold piece from whisper: o, Builder of Dragon Fyre Keep,
First Dragon of Realism, Giver of the Pickaxe of Icebreaking to Kalos,
Winner of the *shiny* riddle award from Pegasus
--
"Computers are useless. They can only give you answers." -- Pablo Picasso
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #245394 ] |
So, 09 April 2006 06:14 |
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Lord Flame Stryke <FlameStryke [at] gmail.com> wrote in message
news:Xns979F62511B1B5DragonFyre [at] 64.59.135.159...
> On 07 Apr 2006, Pegasus was found to have scratched this message on a
> rock in alt.fan.dragons:
>
> >> >> *Laughs* What's going on is one of Alfandria's most rare events:
> >> >> A Story.
> >> > *Changes to hawk form in a puff of RED smoke and flies over to
> >> > perch on neaby branch*
> >> > *listens with baited breath to unfolding story*
> >> <Offers beakwash>
> > Hmm. Thanks, but that's just be more I'd be carrion. *chuckles at weak
> > pun*
>
> <Drops small Anvil on Pegasus>
>
> <whump.....>
Yahh! *hides under small shrub*
I have to work out where those keep comming from!
>
>
>
> Lord Flame Stryke
>
> --
> DC2.D~ Gm L120f60t180w W T Phawlt Sks Cbk,ere' Bfl A+++! Fr++ Nm M+ O H+ $
> Fc~ R+++! Ac+++ J+ S++ U! I# V+++! Q Tc++ E++
> Draco nigrum, oculi rubere, suppositus, magus.
> Holder of the Scroll of Nobility from Lady Viriatha, Keeper of the Wand of
> Sparklies in its case from Hex, Wielder of the Lady Viri Signature 4x8
from
> Ysable, Eater of the Mint Cheesecake from Whisper, Mate to Lady Viriatha,
> Owner of Flame Stryke's Windex® Factory, Lord Balloonmaker, Borrower of
the
> Ebony Wood Fife from Luxatos, Accepter of the Small Statue of a Green
> Dragon Covered in Ice Cream Toppings from Juniper, Employer of a miniature
> Jester doll from SeaKing, Bearer of the Magic Ever-Bill from SeaKing,
> Carrier of the gold piece from whisper: o, Builder of Dragon Fyre Keep,
> First Dragon of Realism, Giver of the Pickaxe of Icebreaking to Kalos,
> Winner of the *shiny* riddle award from Pegasus
>
> --
> "Computers are useless. They can only give you answers." -- Pablo Picasso
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #245395 ] |
So, 09 April 2006 06:21 |
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<snip>
> > He searches a bit more then his eyes light up. "That would be
> > perfect. There's a heard of horse about 30 miles SouthEast. One
> > of them would be just right. Er, as long as we could get away
> > without offending any of the resident Equines 'round Here that
> > is." He cocks his head and looks back at Pyros.
>
> "Hmm, I'm always a fan of deer, but the horse sounds good too. I'm not
> sure if they would take offense--they're clearly in a different category
> from the unintelligent food animals we'd be hunting."
Over on a nearby branch, Pegasus in Hawk form ruffles her feathers.
"Not meaning to eavesdrop, but I overheard 'Resident Equines' mentioned, and
wondered if that was refering to yours truly. If so, I'll be blunt. I'm
opposed to all hunting for sport and 'fun'. For food, it is okay as long as
you are aware of the possible effects it may have on the area, and it isn't
a complete wipeout. Deer are probably a far streach from Equines, as we are
more closeley related to Rhinos, wouldn't you believe!" She fixes a yellow
eye on both Dragons, hoping she hasn't interrupted anything, then opens her
wings and flies off to her cliff.
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #245396 ] |
So, 09 April 2006 06:48 |
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On 08 Apr 2006, Pegasus was found to have scratched this message on a
rock in alt.fan.dragons:
>> >> > *listens with baited breath to unfolding story*
>> >> <Offers beakwash>
>> > Hmm. Thanks, but that's just be more I'd be carrion. *chuckles at
>> > weak pun*
>> <Drops small Anvil on Pegasus>
>> <whump.....>
> Yahh! *hides under small shrub*
> I have to work out where those keep comming from!
The Anvil of PUNishment comes from those who appreciate (or don't
appreciate) puns.
Lord Flame Stryke
--
DC2.D~ Gm L120f60t180w W T Phawlt Sks Cbk,ere' Bfl A+++! Fr++ Nm M+ O H+ $
Fc~ R+++! Ac+++ J+ S++ U! I# V+++! Q Tc++ E++
Draco nigrum, oculi rubere, suppositus, magus.
Holder of the Scroll of Nobility from Lady Viriatha, Keeper of the Wand of
Sparklies in its case from Hex, Wielder of the Lady Viri Signature 4x8 from
Ysable, Eater of the Mint Cheesecake from Whisper, Mate to Lady Viriatha,
Owner of Flame Stryke's Windex® Factory, Lord Balloonmaker, Borrower of the
Ebony Wood Fife from Luxatos, Accepter of the Small Statue of a Green
Dragon Covered in Ice Cream Toppings from Juniper, Employer of a miniature
Jester doll from SeaKing, Bearer of the Magic Ever-Bill from SeaKing,
Carrier of the gold piece from whisper: o, Builder of Dragon Fyre Keep,
First Dragon of Realism, Giver of the Pickaxe of Icebreaking to Kalos,
Winner of the *shiny* riddle award from Pegasus
--
Newton's Law of Gravitation: What goes up must come down. But don't expect
it to come down where you can find it. Murphy's Law applies to Newton's.
-- Herd Thinners
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #245397 ] |
So, 09 April 2006 08:20 |
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Captain's log, stardate [at] D [at] . We have received a mysterious message from
[at] A [at] . Message follows
>>>> Hmm. Thanks, but that's just be more I'd be carrion. *chuckles at
>>>> weak pun*
>>> <Drops small Anvil on Pegasus>
>>> <whump.....>
>> Yahh! *hides under small shrub*
>> I have to work out where those keep comming from!
> The Anvil of PUNishment comes from those who appreciate (or don't
> appreciate) puns.
So, anyone, in other words?
--
-Kalos
Peace and peppermint cheesecake to all.
Bearer of one Pickaxe of Icebreaking from Flame Stryke and one Yellow
Rose of Friendship from Gilraen.
DC2.Dw Gm L- W-- T Phwaplt Sks,wl,bh Cja-\bz,v~ Bfl A- Fr- N? M--- O H++
$~ F+~ R* Ac++ J+ S---! U- I---# V-- Q---! Tc++[QBASIC] E+
The Dragon Classification Project calls me a: class Xenosauria
(xeno=strange, saur=lizard), subclass Pterosauria (Lizard Dragon), order
Squamadraconia (Scaled Dragon), suborder Draconia (Western Dragon),
family Pterodraconia (General Western Dragon), genus Pseudodraco (False
Dragon), species Pseudodraco parvus (parvus=small)
See my art at http://kaloskalyre.deviantart.com/ | Read my blog at
http://kaloskalyre.livejournal.com/
"To all who soar, be by wing or by imagination, let not the world bear
you down, but you to bear it up, by love and kindness." -Diadem
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #245399 ] |
So, 09 April 2006 11:04 |
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Lord Flame Stryke <FlameStryke [at] gmail.com> wrote in message
news:Xns979FE7FC9696EDragonFyre [at] 64.59.135.159...
> On 08 Apr 2006, Pegasus was found to have scratched this message on a
> rock in alt.fan.dragons:
>
> >> >> > *listens with baited breath to unfolding story*
> >> >> <Offers beakwash>
> >> > Hmm. Thanks, but that's just be more I'd be carrion. *chuckles at
> >> > weak pun*
> >> <Drops small Anvil on Pegasus>
> >> <whump.....>
> > Yahh! *hides under small shrub*
> > I have to work out where those keep comming from!
>
> The Anvil of PUNishment comes from those who appreciate (or don't
> appreciate) puns.
*shudders* I know this all too well...
>
>
>
> Lord Flame Stryke
>
> --
> DC2.D~ Gm L120f60t180w W T Phawlt Sks Cbk,ere' Bfl A+++! Fr++ Nm M+ O H+ $
> Fc~ R+++! Ac+++ J+ S++ U! I# V+++! Q Tc++ E++
> Draco nigrum, oculi rubere, suppositus, magus.
> Holder of the Scroll of Nobility from Lady Viriatha, Keeper of the Wand of
> Sparklies in its case from Hex, Wielder of the Lady Viri Signature 4x8
from
> Ysable, Eater of the Mint Cheesecake from Whisper, Mate to Lady Viriatha,
> Owner of Flame Stryke's Windex® Factory, Lord Balloonmaker, Borrower of
the
> Ebony Wood Fife from Luxatos, Accepter of the Small Statue of a Green
> Dragon Covered in Ice Cream Toppings from Juniper, Employer of a miniature
> Jester doll from SeaKing, Bearer of the Magic Ever-Bill from SeaKing,
> Carrier of the gold piece from whisper: o, Builder of Dragon Fyre Keep,
> First Dragon of Realism, Giver of the Pickaxe of Icebreaking to Kalos,
> Winner of the *shiny* riddle award from Pegasus
>
> --
> Newton's Law of Gravitation: What goes up must come down. But don't
expect
> it to come down where you can find it. Murphy's Law applies to Newton's.
> -- Herd Thinners
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #245401 ] |
Mo, 10 April 2006 00:58 |
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At Sun, 09 Apr 2006 04:21:17 GMT, "Pegasus" <the_sarah_is [at] bigpond.com>
hissed:
>
>
> <snip>
>
>> > He searches a bit more then his eyes light up. "That would be
>> > perfect. There's a heard of horse about 30 miles SouthEast. One
>> > of them would be just right. Er, as long as we could get away
>> > without offending any of the resident Equines 'round Here that
>> > is." He cocks his head and looks back at Pyros.
>>
>> "Hmm, I'm always a fan of deer, but the horse sounds good too. I'm
>> not sure if they would take offense--they're clearly in a different
>> category from the unintelligent food animals we'd be hunting."
>
> Over on a nearby branch, Pegasus in Hawk form ruffles her feathers.
> "Not meaning to eavesdrop, but I overheard 'Resident Equines'
> mentioned, and wondered if that was refering to yours truly. If so,
> I'll be blunt. I'm opposed to all hunting for sport and 'fun'. For
> food, it is okay as long as you are aware of the possible effects it
> may have on the area, and it isn't a complete wipeout. Deer are
> probably a far streach from Equines, as we are more closeley related
> to Rhinos, wouldn't you believe!"
"Well, I think the concern was about people being offended by us eating
horses. As for the rest, well, hunting /is/ fun, but yes, I hunt for
food rather than sport. And I make sure not to over-hunt a population--
after all, if all the deer get eaten or decide to move away because it's
too dangerous, then there won't be any tasty deer left around for me in
the future...." Pyros licks his fangs and grins.
> She fixes a yellow eye on both
> Dragons, hoping she hasn't interrupted anything, then opens her wings
> and flies off to her cliff.
--
Pyros Rutilicus
---------------
DC2.Dw~ Gm L40f75w W- T- Sks,wl Cre-,eau Bfl A Fr++ Nm R+ Ac++ J+ Tc++ E-
Proud Owner of One Ponder Point
Scales protect many times better than flesh, but ironically, as long as
I wear this flesh I am safe, whereas if I were to show my true self I
would be vulnerable...
"Thoughts of [an annoying human] still make my teeth itch."
--D. J. Heinrich, The Dragon's Tomb
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #246760 ] |
Mo, 10 April 2006 06:30 |
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On 09 Apr 2006, Kalos Kalyre was found to have scratched this message on a
rock in alt.fan.dragons:
>>>> <Drops small Anvil on Pegasus>
>>>> <whump.....>
>>> Yahh! *hides under small shrub*
>>> I have to work out where those keep comming from!
>> The Anvil of PUNishment comes from those who appreciate (or don't
>> appreciate) puns.
> So, anyone, in other words?
Yup!! The only rule is you have to drop an Anvil on someone in a direct
response to that message, you can't piggyback an Anvil onto someone else's
response.
Lord Flame Stryke
--
DC2.D~ Gm L120f60t180w W T Phawlt Sks Cbk,ere' Bfl A+++! Fr++ Nm M+ O H+ $
Fc~ R+++! Ac+++ J+ S++ U! I# V+++! Q Tc++ E++
Draco nigrum, oculi rubere, suppositus, magus.
Holder of the Scroll of Nobility from Lady Viriatha, Keeper of the Wand of
Sparklies in its case from Hex, Wielder of the Lady Viri Signature 4x8 from
Ysable, Eater of the Mint Cheesecake from Whisper, Mate to Lady Viriatha,
Owner of Flame Stryke's Windex® Factory, Lord Balloonmaker, Borrower of the
Ebony Wood Fife from Luxatos, Accepter of the Small Statue of a Green
Dragon Covered in Ice Cream Toppings from Juniper, Employer of a miniature
Jester doll from SeaKing, Bearer of the Magic Ever-Bill from SeaKing,
Carrier of the gold piece from whisper: o, Builder of Dragon Fyre Keep,
First Dragon of Realism, Giver of the Pickaxe of Icebreaking to Kalos,
Winner of the *shiny* riddle award from Pegasus
--
"Above all else -- sky." -- Herd Thinners
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #247381 ] |
Mi, 12 April 2006 03:30 |
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Pyros Rutilicus penned with ink and quill:
> At Fri, 07 Apr 2006 04:22:08 GMT, cira <sam_george [at] spishack.com> hissed:
*largeholetornfrommessagehere*
>> "Tis an Observatory. Well, sort of", he says while folding his
>> wings neatly. "It's meant to compliment the one at the Dragon
>> University. So it's a little different from what you might
>> expect. It should be able to get a close look at the surface of
>> a star. But it's not entirely a... one way device. I got the
>> plans for it on my last adventure. Unfortunately, there are a
>> few bits I'm at a loss to understand, and I added in a few
>> changes but only to the pieces that I do understand. The
>> building is my own design though. I'm hoping that by building
>> it I'll be able to learn the pieces which have proved opaque
>> on paper."
> Pyros examines the large main lens. "Hmm...not entirely
> one-way, you say?"
Either Cira misses Pyros' reply or he wishes to keep part of this
secret to himself as he continues excitedly his explanations of
the construction.
>> "I mean it to be for any AFDenizen to use. It's meant as a
>> 'public' structure of sorts. Maybe we'll be able to get a
>> portal from the central clearing or something."
> "That shouldn't be too difficult, if people are so
> inclined...of course, it can probably wait until the
> observatory is completed."
"Perhaps for opening when the first light is channeled through.
A sort of opening ceremony. Do we still have anyone around that
can open portal doors? They aren't all out traveling or some
such? Space folds and wormholes are the closest things I can
produce, neither of which would be /safe/ enough to use as a
substitute."
> <chomp>
(don't you ever feed these dragons? Just look at this big hole
in the message ];)
>> "There are quite a few deer hiding about on the lower slopes.
>> They might make a fun hunt. Of course we'd have to take four
>> or five of them to make it worth it."
>>
>> He searches a bit more then his eyes light up. "That would be
>> perfect. There's a heard of horse about 30 miles SouthEast. One
>> of them would be just right. Er, as long as we could get away
>> without offending any of the resident Equines 'round Here that
>> is." He cocks his head and looks back at Pyros.
> "Hmm, I'm always a fan of deer, but the horse sounds good too.
> I'm not sure if they would take offense--they're clearly in a
> different category from the unintelligent food animals we'd be
> hunting."
"Oh I hope not 'cause I'm really hungry." *predatorygrin*
> "Shall we?" Pyros leaps off of the high plateau, spreading his
> wings and going into a shallow dive before leveling off.
> Beating his wings, he gains altitude gradually until he
> reaches a comfortable height...
Cira grins and with a hungry carnivorous glint in his eye leaps
from that cliff top, a move which would spell death to any
non-winged being. For a moment of air rushing drop he considers
dropping a thousand meters to build speed, doing some twisted
rolls on a pull out and throwing out a couple after burners into
his wake. Perhaps still thinking of 'playing' with the deer...
Then a small buzz in his head recalls to Cira's mind that he has
had little sleep and this is actually a refueling mission of
sorts. He pulls smoothly into Pyro's right point position riding
his wake through the air. Which does of course lessen the drag
on Pyros as well. Although Cira chose a more subdued flight path
he does however fade into his 'military' camouflage, sky blue to
white tiger like stripes now cover navy blue scales from stem to
stern. Not much for camouflage in the sky one might think, until
the stripes begin to slide off backward toward Cira's tail.
Ragged rings of white traveling from nose to tail. The fain wavy
green waves on his flanks come to life weaving in and out of each
other like long tailed flags. In the movement his outline breaks
up making him difficult to track and nearly impossible to
identify. Any eye following him soon finds its self looking
past the end of the tail. A trick which has saved his scales
from more than one missile lock. Ah, such crazy times... Much
easier to look back on things fondly than it is to live through
them 'fondly'.
"Hey Pyros!" he calls out over the wind. It strikes his mind
that difficulty of communication in flight might have been what
caused many of the Kinds to develop those psionic mind-thought
methods of speaking. Regretfully, he is either incapable or
has not figured such things out.
"I wanna chase 'em a bit!" (Woah, are we getting some more
ruthless tendencies out of me or what?)
And with that he drops toward the unsuspecting herd -- just
hoping they're not going to be too easy to catch. (Or that he's
not going to *try* too hard.) Cira tries to figure out which
one he thinks can run the /fastest/.
--
-Cira ]:8)
.. ,~~~~~,~~---~
.. _)_ ,-/--~~~/ /
.. /o | / /
.. / /| | _/ / / irc://dracoquies.us#cira
.. \/ | |// // /__,_
.. | -------- \__ __
.. ------|-------------------------\----/--\-
DC2.Dw~ Gm L12m W- Cbl-|gr-|wh+,egr B~ Fr++ M+++ O+++ H-- I--
V---! Tc+++![GNU/FSF] KD7KIZ Cira
http://dracoquies.us/~cira/lair/
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #247383 ] |
Mi, 12 April 2006 04:17 |
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Pegasus inscribed in light:
> <snip>
>>> He searches a bit more then his eyes light up. "That would
>>> be perfect. There's a heard of horse about 30 miles
>>> SouthEast. One of them would be just right. Er, as long as
>>> we could get away without offending any of the resident
>>> Equines 'round Here that is." He cocks his head and looks
>>> back at Pyros.
>> "Hmm, I'm always a fan of deer, but the horse sounds good too.
>> I'm not sure if they would take offense--they're clearly in a
>> different category from the unintelligent food animals we'd be
>> hunting."
> Over on a nearby branch, Pegasus in Hawk form ruffles her
> feathers. "Not meaning to eavesdrop, but...
Cira bows in greetings. (Hoping that you have standard markings
or something so we can recognize you in different forms. -- As a
side note: That is the most consternating thing about raising
young dragons, you can never tell strange beasty their going to
look like next. Orange-purple-green striped tigers or chimeras
are ok - i can identify the ones which belong to me no problem -
it's when they're more normal-ish sorts of things like wolves or
bears, giraffes are no problem. If I see a giraffe wandering
around the neighborhood it's either very lost from a distant zoo
or its one of mine. When is the last time you had a lost giraffe
wandering around your neighborhood?)
> I overheard 'Resident Equines' mentioned, and wondered if that
> was refering to yours truly. If so, I'll be blunt. I'm opposed
> to all hunting for sport and 'fun'. For food, it is okay as
> long as you are aware of the possible effects it may have on
> the area, and it isn't a complete wipeout.
*looksasinnocentasaOneTonPredatorcan* *hidesclaws*
*makesSureSpinesAreDown*
"I'd never hunt *just* for fun, I always eat it. Well, unless
I'm hunting for someone else, then I give it away." Cira sits
back on his haunches. "We did not wish to offend you dear Lady,
with what we filled hungry tummies with." Although Cira did
consider what the unicorns who live on the plains might think
too. And knowing that several others had soft spots in their
hearts for such creatures. For instance, Hespa has an Equine
form that she favors. He's hoping that they have some non-disney
compassion on hungry starving skinny carnivores. (look at my
ribs sticking out, see see?)
> Deer are probably a far streach from Equines, as we are more
> closeley related to Rhinos, wouldn't you believe!"
"Rhinos -- really." Applies mental note to check relationships
between various Pleistocene Rhinos and the early Equines.
> She fixes a yellow eye on both Dragons, hoping she hasn't
> interrupted anything, then opens her wings and flies off to her
> cliff.
Cira spreads and arches his wings getting ready for the hunt.
--
-Cira ]:8)
.. ,~~~~~,~~---~
.. _)_ ,-/--~~~/ /
.. /o | / /
.. / /| | _/ / / irc://dracoquies.us#cira
.. \/ | |// // /__,_
.. | -------- \__ __
.. ------|-------------------------\----/--\-
DC2.Dw~ Gm L12m W- Cbl-|gr-|skyblue+,egr B~ Fr++ M+++ O+++ H-- I--
V---! Tc+++![GNU/FSF] KD7KIZ Cira
http://dracoquies.us/~cira/lair/
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #247384 ] |
Mi, 12 April 2006 04:22 |
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Lord Flame Stryke wrought in iron:
> On 09 Apr 2006, Kalos Kalyre was found to have scratched this message on a
> rock in alt.fan.dragons:
>
>>>>> <Drops small Anvil on Pegasus>
>>>>> <whump.....>
>>>> Yahh! *hides under small shrub*
>>>> I have to work out where those keep comming from!
>>> The Anvil of PUNishment comes from those who appreciate (or don't
>>> appreciate) puns.
>> So, anyone, in other words?
> Yup!! The only rule is you have to drop an Anvil on someone in a direct
> response to that message, you can't piggyback an Anvil onto someone else's
> response.
*Wonders what Anvil thinks about being dropped so much*
> Lord Flame Stryke
--
-Cira ]:8)
.. ,~~~~~,~~---~
.. _)_ ,-/--~~~/ /
.. /o | / /
.. / /| | _/ / / irc://dracoquies.us#cira
.. \/ | |// // /__,_
.. | -------- \__ __
.. ------|-------------------------\----/--\-
DC2.Dw~ Gm L12m W- Cbl-|gr-|skyblue+,egr B~ Fr++ M+++ O+++ H-- I--
V---! Tc+++![GNU/FSF] KD7KIZ Cira
http://dracoquies.us/~cira/lair/
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #247389 ] |
Mi, 12 April 2006 08:47 |
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At Wed, 12 Apr 2006 01:30:54 GMT, cira <sam_george [at] spishack.com> hissed:
<chomp>
>>> "I mean it to be for any AFDenizen to use. It's meant as a
>>> 'public' structure of sorts. Maybe we'll be able to get a
>>> portal from the central clearing or something."
>
>> "That shouldn't be too difficult, if people are so
>> inclined...of course, it can probably wait until the
>> observatory is completed."
>
> "Perhaps for opening when the first light is channeled through.
> A sort of opening ceremony. Do we still have anyone around that
> can open portal doors? They aren't all out traveling or some
> such? Space folds and wormholes are the closest things I can
> produce, neither of which would be /safe/ enough to use as a
> substitute."
"I might be able to do it, although I haven't made a permanent one before
so I'd likely need to study a bit first. If the books in my hoard don't
cover it I'm sure there's something at Dragon University that will help."
<chomp>
>> "Shall we?" Pyros leaps off of the high plateau, spreading his
>> wings and going into a shallow dive before leveling off.
>> Beating his wings, he gains altitude gradually until he
>> reaches a comfortable height...
>
> Cira grins and with a hungry carnivorous glint in his eye leaps
> from that cliff top, a move which would spell death to any
> non-winged being. For a moment of air rushing drop he considers
> dropping a thousand meters to build speed, doing some twisted
> rolls on a pull out and throwing out a couple after burners into
> his wake. Perhaps still thinking of 'playing' with the deer...
> Then a small buzz in his head recalls to Cira's mind that he has
> had little sleep and this is actually a refueling mission of
> sorts. He pulls smoothly into Pyro's right point position riding
> his wake through the air. Which does of course lessen the drag
> on Pyros as well. Although Cira chose a more subdued flight path
> he does however fade into his 'military' camouflage, sky blue to
> white tiger like stripes now cover navy blue scales from stem to
> stern. Not much for camouflage in the sky one might think, until
> the stripes begin to slide off backward toward Cira's tail.
> Ragged rings of white traveling from nose to tail. The fain wavy
> green waves on his flanks come to life weaving in and out of each
> other like long tailed flags. In the movement his outline breaks
> up making him difficult to track and nearly impossible to
> identify. Any eye following him soon finds its self looking
> past the end of the tail. A trick which has saved his scales
> from more than one missile lock. Ah, such crazy times... Much
> easier to look back on things fondly than it is to live through
> them 'fondly'.
Pyros has no such color-changing ability--he could probably work
something similar with magic, but generally doesn't bother. He stays
high in the air, above the lowest level of clouds, relying both on the
clouds and sheer distance to avoid being spotted. His maroon scales
stand out in the sky, but especially with in the current weather he
appears as little more than a dark patch from the ground.
The two dragons near their destination, the herd of wild horses grazing
obliviously below.
> "Hey Pyros!" he calls out over the wind. It strikes his mind
> that difficulty of communication in flight might have been what
> caused many of the Kinds to develop those psionic mind-thought
> methods of speaking. Regretfully, he is either incapable or
> has not figured such things out.
>
> "I wanna chase 'em a bit!" (Woah, are we getting some more
> ruthless tendencies out of me or what?)
Pyros has no trouble hearing Cira due to both acute hearing and Cira's
booming draconic voice. He glances back and gives Cira a toothy grin,
then flaps his wings a bit harder, pulling ahead.
Though normally lone hunters, dragons can easily work together to take
down prey. However, since each dragon is a fully capable hunter for
himself, the tactics of dragons working together differ from those of
pack hunters. Pyros and Cira, of course, understand this instinctively,
as they separate from formation.
> And with that he drops toward the unsuspecting herd -- just
> hoping they're not going to be too easy to catch. (Or that he's
> not going to *try* too hard.) Cira tries to figure out which
> one he thinks can run the /fastest/.
Pyros, flying ahead, is now almost directly above the herd, albeit still
in the clouds. He idly wonders why tasty creatures in a dragon-filled
environment haven't learned to look up more often, but dismisses the
thought quickly. He wheels sharply, pulling in his wings and going into
a steep dive just as Cira begins a more shallow descent. The landscape
quickly rushes to meet him--the mostly open valley where the horses are
grazing, gradually becoming thicker scrub pine going up the mountain.
Pyros's dive, however, has positioned him above the thicker forest...
When Pyros is only a few hundred feet up, the horses see him, and
predictably bolt--into more open territory, where there are fewer trees
to get in Cira's way.
Pyros extends his wings fully, pulling out of his dive with speed far
greater than that of the galloping horses. He selects a tasty-looking
mare and in less than a second /his/ hunt is over, having grabbed the
horse in his foreclaws, snapped its neck in his jaws, and landed with his
prize. He takes a moment before feasting to watch Cira fly overhead
after the panicked herd.
--
Pyros Rutilicus
---------------
DC2.Dw~ Gm L40f75w W- T- Sks,wl Cre-,eau Bfl A Fr++ Nm R+ Ac++ J+ Tc++ E-
Proud Owner of One Ponder Point
Scales protect many times better than flesh, but ironically, as long as
I wear this flesh I am safe, whereas if I were to show my true self I
would be vulnerable...
"Thoughts of [an annoying human] still make my teeth itch."
--D. J. Heinrich, The Dragon's Tomb
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #247390 ] |
Mi, 12 April 2006 09:03 |
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cira <sam_george [at] spishack.com> wrote in message
news:PO6dnZmAo6a7_qHZRVn-pQ [at] comcast.com...
> Pegasus inscribed in light:
> > <snip>
>
> >>> He searches a bit more then his eyes light up. "That would
> >>> be perfect. There's a heard of horse about 30 miles
> >>> SouthEast. One of them would be just right. Er, as long as
> >>> we could get away without offending any of the resident
> >>> Equines 'round Here that is." He cocks his head and looks
> >>> back at Pyros.
>
> >> "Hmm, I'm always a fan of deer, but the horse sounds good too.
> >> I'm not sure if they would take offense--they're clearly in a
> >> different category from the unintelligent food animals we'd be
> >> hunting."
>
> > Over on a nearby branch, Pegasus in Hawk form ruffles her
> > feathers. "Not meaning to eavesdrop, but...
>
> Cira bows in greetings. (Hoping that you have standard markings
> or something so we can recognize you in different forms. -- As a
> side note: That is the most consternating thing about raising
> young dragons, you can never tell strange beasty their going to
> look like next. Orange-purple-green striped tigers or chimeras
> are ok - i can identify the ones which belong to me no problem -
> it's when they're more normal-ish sorts of things like wolves or
> bears, giraffes are no problem. If I see a giraffe wandering
> around the neighborhood it's either very lost from a distant zoo
> or its one of mine. When is the last time you had a lost giraffe
> wandering around your neighborhood?)
Pegasus-hawk overhears Cira and briefly returns to her branch. She gives the
equivalent of a courtsey as best she can - and with wings, it's not as easy
as it sounds. "Like I've mentioned before, the Pegasus is not my Trueform,
but it is the one I take most fequently. When I do choose to take another
form, as my nature suggests, I prefer to look as natural and as close to the
original creature as possible. I don't have any particular markings I choose
to keep, but the one thing that doesn't change is my eyes. They're always
the same colour (if that' possible as they aren't one particular colour), so
you can probably tell from that."
> > I overheard 'Resident Equines' mentioned, and wondered if that
> > was refering to yours truly. If so, I'll be blunt. I'm opposed
> > to all hunting for sport and 'fun'. For food, it is okay as
> > long as you are aware of the possible effects it may have on
> > the area, and it isn't a complete wipeout.
>
> *looksasinnocentasaOneTonPredatorcan* *hidesclaws*
> *makesSureSpinesAreDown*
*ruffles feathers and gives an Avian grin*
>
> "I'd never hunt *just* for fun, I always eat it. Well, unless
> I'm hunting for someone else, then I give it away." Cira sits
> back on his haunches. "We did not wish to offend you dear Lady,
> with what we filled hungry tummies with."
"You have no reason to cause me offence, my friend. I am glad you did
consider others in your persuits. I am most interested in these other
Unicorns you speak of. Do you , perchance, know where I might find one? I
would love to ask them a few questions."
> Although Cira did
> consider what the unicorns who live on the plains might think
> too. And knowing that several others had soft spots in their
> hearts for such creatures. For instance, Hespa has an Equine
> form that she favors. He's hoping that they have some non-disney
> compassion on hungry starving skinny carnivores. (look at my
> ribs sticking out, see see?)
Pegasus-Hawk tilts her head slightly. "Hespa? I know not of whom you speak,
but they must be a good and honourable creature to have such a favour."
>
> > Deer are probably a far streach from Equines, as we are more
> > closeley related to Rhinos, wouldn't you believe!"
>
> "Rhinos -- really." Applies mental note to check relationships
> between various Pleistocene Rhinos and the early Equines.
"And others! Equines only have two toes, but many other animals evloved from
the original from, or stayed the same."
>
> > She fixes a yellow eye on both Dragons, hoping she hasn't
> > interrupted anything, then opens her wings and flies off to her
> > cliff.
>
> Cira spreads and arches his wings getting ready for the hunt.
>
> --
> -Cira ]:8)
> . ,~~~~~,~~---~
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #247394 ] |
Do, 13 April 2006 03:29 |
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On 11 Apr 2006, cira was found to have scratched this message on a rock
in alt.fan.dragons:
>>>>>> <Drops small Anvil on Pegasus>
>>>>>> <whump.....>
>>>>> Yahh! *hides under small shrub*
>>>>> I have to work out where those keep comming from!
>>>> The Anvil of PUNishment comes from those who appreciate (or don't
>>>> appreciate) puns.
>>> So, anyone, in other words?
>> Yup!! The only rule is you have to drop an Anvil on someone in a
>> direct response to that message, you can't piggyback an Anvil onto
>> someone else's response.
> *Wonders what Anvil thinks about being dropped so much*
Not Anvil, /The/ Anvil!! There's a difference!!
Lord Flame Stryke
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Draco nigrum, oculi rubere, suppositus, magus.
Holder of the Scroll of Nobility from Lady Viriatha, Keeper of the Wand of
Sparklies in its case from Hex, Wielder of the Lady Viri Signature 4x8 from
Ysable, Eater of the Mint Cheesecake from Whisper, Mate to Lady Viriatha,
Owner of Flame Stryke's Windex® Factory, Lord Balloonmaker, Borrower of the
Ebony Wood Fife from Luxatos, Accepter of the Small Statue of a Green
Dragon Covered in Ice Cream Toppings from Juniper, Employer of a miniature
Jester doll from SeaKing, Bearer of the Magic Ever-Bill from SeaKing,
Carrier of the gold piece from whisper: o, Builder of Dragon Fyre Keep,
First Dragon of Realism, Giver of the Pickaxe of Icebreaking to Kalos,
Winner of the *shiny* riddle award from Pegasus
--
"America was discovered by Amerigo Vespucci and was named after him, until
people got tired of living in a place called "Vespuccia" and changed its
name to "America"." -- Mike Harding, "The Armchair Anarchist's Almanac"
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #247447 ] |
Sa, 15 April 2006 03:48 |
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Pyros Rutilicus clawed:
> At Wed, 12 Apr 2006 01:30:54 GMT, cira <sam_george [at] spishack.com> hissed:
>
> <chomp>
>>>> "I mean it to be for any AFDenizen to use. It's meant as a
>>>> 'public' structure of sorts. Maybe we'll be able to get a
>>>> portal from the central clearing or something."
>>> "That shouldn't be too difficult, if people are so
>>> inclined...of course, it can probably wait until the
>>> observatory is completed."
>> "Perhaps for opening when the first light is channeled through.
>> A sort of opening ceremony. Do we still have anyone around that
>> can open portal doors? They aren't all out traveling or some
>> such? Space folds and wormholes are the closest things I can
>> produce, neither of which would be /safe/ enough to use as a
>> substitute."
> "I might be able to do it, although I haven't made a permanent
> one before so I'd likely need to study a bit first. If the
> books in my hoard don't cover it I'm sure there's something at
> Dragon University that will help."
"Thank you Pyros. I would most appreciate it if you could. I
didn't realize you were a mage as well." He grins happily.
<chomp>
> Pyros has no such color-changing ability--he could probably
> work something similar with magic, but generally doesn't
> bother. He stays high in the air, above the lowest level of
> clouds, relying both on the clouds and sheer distance to avoid
> being spotted. His maroon scales stand out in the sky, but
> especially with in the current weather he appears as little
> more than a dark patch from the ground.
(Oh, don't mind me, I'm getting carried away with myself)
> The two dragons near their destination, the herd of wild horses
> grazing obliviously below.
<munch>
> Though normally lone hunters, dragons can easily work together
> to take down prey. However, since each dragon is a fully
> capable hunter for himself, the tactics of dragons working
> together differ from those of pack hunters. Pyros and Cira,
> of course, understand this instinctively, as they separate from
> formation.
More like army battalions backing one another up perhaps. First
wave, second wave...
Cira grins knowingly back and coasts slightly port descending,
exchanging altitude for distance.
>> And with that he drops toward the unsuspecting herd -- just
>> hoping they're not going to be too easy to catch. (Or that he's
>> not going to *try* too hard.) Cira tries to figure out which
>> one he thinks can run the /fastest/.
> Pyros, flying ahead, is now almost directly above the herd,
> albeit still in the clouds. He idly wonders why tasty
> creatures in a dragon-filled environment haven't learned to
> look up more often, but dismisses the thought quickly. He
> wheels sharply, pulling in his wings and going into a steep
> dive just as Cira begins a more shallow descent. The landscape
> quickly rushes to meet him--the mostly open valley where the
> horses are grazing, gradually becoming thicker scrub pine
> going up the mountain. Pyros's dive, however, has positioned
> him above the thicker forest...
> When Pyros is only a few hundred feet up, the horses see him,
> and predictably bolt--into more open territory, where there
> are fewer trees to get in Cira's way.
> Pyros extends his wings fully, pulling out of his dive with
> speed far greater than that of the galloping horses. He
> selects a tasty-looking mare and in less than a second /his/
> hunt is over, having grabbed the horse in his foreclaws,
> snapped its neck in his jaws, and landed with his prize. He
> takes a moment before feasting to watch Cira fly overhead
> after the panicked herd.
Having taking a low approach vector he passes below five meters
of the surface. The running herd is swift and Cira closes a
little more slowly on them than he expected cutting across their
path from the left. The winds flow across the rolling plane and
he senses where it pushes slightly faster around the tree line to
the right. Pulling into the wind corridor he accelerates and
when the horses finally realize his presence on their right they
gallop away sharply to where even the sparse trees peter out.
Quickly he pulls his wings forward destabilizing his air form,
permitting him to pull a terribly sharp rising left turn. A push
then sends him skimming across just over their heads. Horses
don't have the best eyesight making Cira's camouflage
unnecessary. With it however, they nearly have no idea of what's
after them.
This time they scatter like leaves as he passes over but now they
are tiring having started running earlier than they other wise
would thanks to Pyros spooking them. Cira comes around in a
smooth right curve herding them back together. Panicked
whinnying comes from the confused creatures as they are no longer
sure which way to run. Cira lands quickly in their midst sending
a tremor through the ground, his moving stripes freeze in place
and the effect ends. Terror beyond what they had experienced
before grips them and they explode outward from the carnivore who
has appeared at the core of their heard.
Instead of launching back into the air, Cira leaps after a swift
lean stallion on his paws, his camo-stripes doing their job once
more. Cira's claws punch holes in the sod to give him sufficient
traction for the pursuit as his lungs pump heartily to keep up
with the energy demand. His chase instincts running ramped. The
stallion tries to escape by a sharp right corner even as Cira
reaches, clawing for him. Cira over shoots slightly, hits a bank
of earth and launches back into the air. He must now push off
the air to change direction. A twisting roll puts him back in
the right direction and he hits the ground again to give him a
push toward the running stallion. This time he comes in fast
enough to prevent the stallion's escape. Unfortunately for the
horse, it is unsure which way to turn as Cira's strange banding
has confused its eyes; and it turns into Cira's flight path. In
an instant Cira is sitting atop the downed horse ready to give it
its last requests.
Just then he hears a pained whining and looks up to see that a
younger horse, in its panic, has stepped into a hole and broken a
leg. A look of distress crosses Cira's gleeful continence and he
looks down at his prey. The stallion is a bit roughed up but not
seriously hurt. Accepting the younger horse's sacrifice, he
sighs and climbs carefully off letting the terrified stallion
rise to its feet. With a hungry smile he walks slowly to the
younger horse and calmly bites its head off, ending its pained
cries.
Cira's own hungry-pain is eased. As he's eating, Cira wonders
how well Pyros and he would do in battle. Would our tactics be
sufficient? Would we do well to develop them further? Then Cira
is glad that at least for the present there is no need for such
things.
His powerful jaws break through both flesh and bone grinding it
into a digestible slurry. (eew, how disgusting ];) Hunting
horses is easy, too easy in fact for creatures such as dragons.
How did we develop such abilities? Not this way. Soon there is
little left of the horse.
"Perhaps I shouldn't have done it quite that way, but it sure was
fun."
"Humm, I wonder if I can still fly by regular means after taking
on so much weight?" Cira shakes his head 'no', almost to
himself.
--
-Cira ]:8)
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #247495 ] |
So, 16 April 2006 09:09 |
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At Sat, 15 Apr 2006 01:48:02 GMT, cira <sam_george [at] spishack.com> hissed:
> Pyros Rutilicus clawed:
>> At Wed, 12 Apr 2006 01:30:54 GMT, cira <sam_george [at] spishack.com>
>> hissed:
>>
>> <chomp>
>>>>> "I mean it to be for any AFDenizen to use. It's meant as a
>>>>> 'public' structure of sorts. Maybe we'll be able to get a
>>>>> portal from the central clearing or something."
>>>> "That shouldn't be too difficult, if people are so
>>>> inclined...of course, it can probably wait until the
>>>> observatory is completed."
>>> "Perhaps for opening when the first light is channeled through.
>>> A sort of opening ceremony. Do we still have anyone around that
>>> can open portal doors? They aren't all out traveling or some
>>> such? Space folds and wormholes are the closest things I can
>>> produce, neither of which would be /safe/ enough to use as a
>>> substitute."
>> "I might be able to do it, although I haven't made a permanent
>> one before so I'd likely need to study a bit first. If the
>> books in my hoard don't cover it I'm sure there's something at
>> Dragon University that will help."
>
> "Thank you Pyros. I would most appreciate it if you could. I
> didn't realize you were a mage as well." He grins happily.
"I have a few talents. I don't use it idly, though, so it doesn't come
up much. You might recall me using a bit when when we were trying to
get Hespa back to AFD..."
<large chomp>
> Cira's own hungry-pain is eased. As he's eating, Cira wonders
> how well Pyros and he would do in battle. Would our tactics be
> sufficient? Would we do well to develop them further? Then Cira
> is glad that at least for the present there is no need for such
> things.
[Well, of course it would depend on the enemy, and their abilities and
tactics. I suspect we'd need a better-thought-out strategy for an
actual battle, but as you said, thankfully Alfandria is a peaceful
realm.]
> His powerful jaws break through both flesh and bone grinding it
> into a digestible slurry. (eew, how disgusting ];) Hunting
> horses is easy, too easy in fact for creatures such as dragons.
> How did we develop such abilities? Not this way. Soon there is
> little left of the horse.
>
> "Perhaps I shouldn't have done it quite that way, but it sure was
> fun."
Pyros has finished his own meal by this point, having leisurely eaten
while watching Cira hunt. "Nice show," he says with a toothy grin, then
prepares to fly back to the observatory.
> "Humm, I wonder if I can still fly by regular means after taking
> on so much weight?" Cira shakes his head 'no', almost to
> himself.
"You should have picked a smaller horse, then! ...Come on, we'll take it
slow."
--
Pyros Rutilicus
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DC2.Dw~ Gm L40f75w W- T- Sks,wl Cre-,eau Bfl A Fr++ Nm R+ Ac++ J+ Tc++
E- Proud Owner of One Ponder Point
Scales protect many times better than flesh, but ironically, as long as
I wear this flesh I am safe, whereas if I were to show my true self I
would be vulnerable...
"Thoughts of [an annoying human] still make my teeth itch."
--D. J. Heinrich, The Dragon's Tomb
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #247496 ] |
So, 16 April 2006 09:21 |
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At Wed, 12 Apr 2006 07:03:34 GMT, "Pegasus" <the_sarah_is [at] bigpond.com>
hissed:
<chomp>
>> Although Cira did
>> consider what the unicorns who live on the plains might think
>> too. And knowing that several others had soft spots in their
>> hearts for such creatures. For instance, Hespa has an Equine
>> form that she favors. He's hoping that they have some non-disney
>> compassion on hungry starving skinny carnivores. (look at my
>> ribs sticking out, see see?)
>
> Pegasus-Hawk tilts her head slightly. "Hespa? I know not of whom you
> speak, but they must be a good and honourable creature to have such a
> favour."
Hespa is a kind, friendly, silver-green Australian dragoness who ran a
shop in Alfandria. Cira and I once helped her and a confused human get
back home when they magically switched places...that would have been
about five years ago, I think. Sadly, we don't see her around AFD much
anymore, although the last time she popped in she mentioned things going
reasonably well in something called "Real Life," whatever that may be.
(http://www.weyr.org/~hespa/ - not updated recently, but still active)
--
Pyros Rutilicus
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DC2.Dw~ Gm L40f75w W- T- Sks,wl Cre-,eau Bfl A Fr++ Nm R+ Ac++ J+ Tc++ E-
Proud Owner of One Ponder Point
Scales protect many times better than flesh, but ironically, as long as
I wear this flesh I am safe, whereas if I were to show my true self I
would be vulnerable...
"Thoughts of [an annoying human] still make my teeth itch."
--D. J. Heinrich, The Dragon's Tomb
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #247508 ] |
So, 16 April 2006 20:13 |
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On 16 Apr 2006, Pyros Rutilicus was found to have scratched this message on
a rock in alt.fan.dragons:
>> Pegasus-Hawk tilts her head slightly. "Hespa? I know not of whom you
>> speak, but they must be a good and honourable creature to have such a
>> favour."
> Hespa is a kind, friendly, silver-green Australian dragoness who ran a
> shop in Alfandria. Cira and I once helped her and a confused human get
> back home when they magically switched places...that would have been
> about five years ago, I think. Sadly, we don't see her around AFD much
> anymore, although the last time she popped in she mentioned things going
> reasonably well in something called "Real Life," whatever that may be.
> (http://www.weyr.org/~hespa/ - not updated recently, but still active)
And the only dragon from Here that I've ever met in person!!
Lord Flame Stryke
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Draco nigrum, oculi rubere, suppositus, magus.
Holder of the Scroll of Nobility from Lady Viriatha, Keeper of the Wand of
Sparklies in its case from Hex, Wielder of the Lady Viri Signature 4x8 from
Ysable, Eater of the Mint Cheesecake from Whisper, Mate to Lady Viriatha,
Owner of Flame Stryke's Windex® Factory, Lord Balloonmaker, Borrower of the
Ebony Wood Fife from Luxatos, Accepter of the Small Statue of a Green
Dragon Covered in Ice Cream Toppings from Juniper, Employer of a miniature
Jester doll from SeaKing, Bearer of the Magic Ever-Bill from SeaKing,
Carrier of the gold piece from whisper: o, Builder of Dragon Fyre Keep,
First Dragon of Realism, Giver of the Pickaxe of Icebreaking to Kalos,
Winner of the *shiny* riddle award from Pegasus
--
Malek's Law: Any simple idea will be worded in the most complicated way.
-- Herd Thinners
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #247529 ] |
Mo, 17 April 2006 22:51 |
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Pegasus engraved:
> cira <sam_george [at] spishack.com> wrote in message
> news:PO6dnZmAo6a7_qHZRVn-pQ [at] comcast.com...
>> Pegasus inscribed in light:
*munch*
> Pegasus-hawk overhears Cira and briefly returns to her branch. She gives the
> equivalent of a courtsey as best she can - and with wings, it's not as easy
> as it sounds. "Like I've mentioned before, the Pegasus is not my Trueform,
> but it is the one I take most fequently. When I do choose to take another
> form, as my nature suggests, I prefer to look as natural and as close to the
> original creature as possible. I don't have any particular markings I choose
> to keep, but the one thing that doesn't change is my eyes. They're always
> the same colour (if that' possible as they aren't one particular colour), so
> you can probably tell from that."
*lookscloselyatPegasus'eyes* *andtriestoremembertheircolors*
>>> I overheard 'Resident Equines' mentioned, and wondered if that
>>> was refering to yours truly. If so, I'll be blunt. I'm opposed
>>> to all hunting for sport and 'fun'. For food, it is okay as
>>> long as you are aware of the possible effects it may have on
>>> the area, and it isn't a complete wipeout.
>> *looksasinnocentasaOneTonPredatorcan* *hidesclaws*
>> *makesSureSpinesAreDown*
> *ruffles feathers and gives an Avian grin*
*blinks*
>> "I'd never hunt *just* for fun, I always eat it. Well, unless
>> I'm hunting for someone else, then I give it away." Cira sits
>> back on his haunches. "We did not wish to offend you dear Lady,
>> with what we filled hungry tummies with."
>
> "You have no reason to cause me offence, my friend. I am glad you did
> consider others in your persuits. I am most interested in these other
> Unicorns you speak of. Do you , perchance, know where I might find one? I
> would love to ask them a few questions."
"Oh we used to have quite a few of them around. Magic the Unicorn,
Buckbuddy, Tarpan, and now I forget... Most of them left to go form
alt.mythology.mythic-animals on the plains East of here. (Where Pyros
and I have gone to hunt.) Come to think of it, this would in fact
have been an appropriate application of cross-posting..."
"It seems you have already found alt.mythology.mythic-animals though.
Sadly quiet these days. As is alt.games.shared-world.nexus, another
spot some of the other Equines drifted off to."
"Only alt.games.lucas-arts.monkey-island seems to have some pep left
to it. Though you're more likely to find pirates and pixels rather
than pegasui. What is the plural of pegasus any way?"
"Where have all the unicorn gone? Gone to hunt flowers every one?
*sigh* If dragons are rare it seems that pegasui and griffins are
even rarer. Which is probably one of the reasons we always tried to
harbor them, that and one of our strong, and often over looked,
characteristics is that of guardian and protector." Then he pulls his
great head in close and whispers, "it does tend to make us a bit over
protective of our own young though."
>> Although Cira did
>> consider what the unicorns who live on the plains might think
>> too. And knowing that several others had soft spots in their
>> hearts for such creatures. For instance, Hespa has an Equine
>> form that she favors. He's hoping that they have some non-disney
>> compassion on hungry starving skinny carnivores. (look at my
>> ribs sticking out, see see?)
>
> Pegasus-Hawk tilts her head slightly. "Hespa? I know not of whom you speak,
> but they must be a good and honourable creature to have such a favour."
*lets Pyros answer*
>>> Deer are probably a far streach from Equines, as we are more
>>> closeley related to Rhinos, wouldn't you believe!"
>> "Rhinos -- really." Applies mental note to check relationships
>> between various Pleistocene Rhinos and the early Equines.
>
> "And others! Equines only have two toes, but many other animals evloved from
> the original from, or stayed the same."
*thinks of the last time he ate a horse, and the three bones lying
side by side at the bottom of their legs*
note excellent book on bones:
Bones : the unity of form and function / R. McNeill Alexander ;
photography by Brian Kosoff ; foreword by Mark A. Norell ;
illustrations by Edward Heck.
New York, N.Y., USA : Macmillan, c1994.
223 p. : ill. (some col.) ; 29 cm.
ISBN: 0025836757
"Durn it, I don't have the picture I was thinking of. Only a horse's
skull and general lower leg bone articulation, not the structure I'm
thinking of. The extra 'finger' bones can only barely be seen
sticking in to the top of the lower leg picture that I have."
http://dracoquies.us/~cira/home/bibliography/bones/horse_sku ll.djvu
http://dracoquies.us/~cira/home/bibliography/bones/horse_leg .djvu
(image plug-in may be needed: http://www.djvuzone.org/download.html)
>>> She fixes a yellow eye on both Dragons, hoping she hasn't
>>> interrupted anything, then opens her wings and flies off to her
>>> cliff.
>> Cira spreads and arches his wings getting ready for the hunt.
--
-Cira ]:8)
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #249668 ] |
Di, 18 April 2006 06:11 |
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Pyros Rutilicus <pyrosrutilicusNO [at] gmailSPAM.comORIWILLEATYOU> wrote in
message news:Xns97A73560787Apyrosrutilicushotmai [at] 207.115.17.102...
> At Wed, 12 Apr 2006 07:03:34 GMT, "Pegasus" <the_sarah_is [at] bigpond.com>
> hissed:
>
> <chomp>
> >> Although Cira did
> >> consider what the unicorns who live on the plains might think
> >> too. And knowing that several others had soft spots in their
> >> hearts for such creatures. For instance, Hespa has an Equine
> >> form that she favors. He's hoping that they have some non-disney
> >> compassion on hungry starving skinny carnivores. (look at my
> >> ribs sticking out, see see?)
> >
> > Pegasus-Hawk tilts her head slightly. "Hespa? I know not of whom you
> > speak, but they must be a good and honourable creature to have such a
> > favour."
>
> Hespa is a kind, friendly, silver-green Australian dragoness who ran a
> shop in Alfandria. Cira and I once helped her and a confused human get
> back home when they magically switched places...that would have been
> about five years ago, I think. Sadly, we don't see her around AFD much
> anymore, although the last time she popped in she mentioned things going
> reasonably well in something called "Real Life," whatever that may be.
>
She nods eagerly. "I must keep my eyes open for her. Very interesting her
comming from the same Motherland." She gives the equivalent of an Avian
smile and shakes her feathered head gently. "If only I had found this place
a little earlier..." Looking back to the horison, Pegeaus-Hawk turns to
Pyros. "I'll leave you two to your... meal. Thank you for enlightening me."
And she glides out of the tree, catches a wonderful thermal and soars back
to her cave in a near-by cliff face.
> (http://www.weyr.org/~hespa/ - not updated recently, but still active)
>
> --
> Pyros Rutilicus
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> DC2.Dw~ Gm L40f75w W- T- Sks,wl Cre-,eau Bfl A Fr++ Nm R+ Ac++ J+ Tc++ E-
> Proud Owner of One Ponder Point
> Scales protect many times better than flesh, but ironically, as long as
> I wear this flesh I am safe, whereas if I were to show my true self I
> would be vulnerable...
> "Thoughts of [an annoying human] still make my teeth itch."
> --D. J. Heinrich, The Dragon's Tomb
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| Re: give me a hammer please. [message #249669 ] |
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*chews some of the posts away*
> > Pegasus-hawk overhears Cira and briefly returns to her branch. She gives
the
> > equivalent of a courtsey as best she can - and with wings, it's not as
easy
> > as it sounds. "Like I've mentioned before, the Pegasus is not my
Trueform,
> > but it is the one I take most fequently. When I do choose to take
another
> > form, as my nature suggests, I prefer to look as natural and as close to
the
> > original creature as possible. I don't have any particular markings I
choose
> > to keep, but the one thing that doesn't change is my eyes. They're
always
> > the same colour (if that' possible as they aren't one particular
colour), so
> > you can probably tell from that."
>
> *lookscloselyatPegasus'eyes* *andtriestoremembertheircolors*
*laughs* "The best description I've heard is something along the lines of a
shifting opal." She shrugs absent-mindedly and continues grinning.
> >>> I overheard 'Resident Equines' mentioned, and wondered if that
> >>> was refering to yours truly. If so, I'll be blunt. I'm opposed
> >>> to all hunting for sport and 'fun'. For food, it is okay as
> >>> long as you are aware of the possible effects it may have on
> >>> the area, and it isn't a complete wipeout.
> >> *looksasinnocentasaOneTonPredatorcan* *hidesclaws*
> >> *makesSureSpinesAreDown*
> > *ruffles feathers and gives an Avian grin*
>
> *blinks*
*winks*
>
> >> "I'd never hunt *just* for fun, I always eat it. Well, unless
> >> I'm hunting for someone else, then I give it away." Cira sits
> >> back on his haunches. "We did not wish to offend you dear Lady,
> >> with what we filled hungry tummies with."
> >
> > "You have no reason to cause me offence, my friend. I am glad you did
> > consider others in your persuits. I am most interested in these other
> > Unicorns you speak of. Do you , perchance, know where I might find one?
I
> > would love to ask them a few questions."
>
> "Oh we used to have quite a few of them around. Magic the Unicorn,
> Buckbuddy, Tarpan, and now I forget... Most of them left to go form
> alt.mythology.mythic-animals on the plains East of here. (Where Pyros
> and I have gone to hunt.) Come to think of it, this would in fact
> have been an appropriate application of cross-posting..."
"I'd like to see that. It would be very appropriate, I think."
>
> "It seems you have already found alt.mythology.mythic-animals though.
> Sadly quiet these days. As is alt.games.shared-world.nexus, another
> spot some of the other Equines drifted off to."
Pegasus-Hawk nods. "Ah, yes. I've been frequenting the area for some time
now. It has gotten a bit quiet. You can almost hear the shadows whisper,
sometimes... I do have to visit these other places you mentioned, however.
I'd love to meet a Brother or Sister kin."
>
> "Only alt.games.lucas-arts.monkey-island seems to have some pep left
> to it. Though you're more likely to find pirates and pixels rather
> than pegasui. What is the plural of pegasus any way?"
>
"To tell you the truth, I've never thought of it. I've never met another
one, so I've never needed to use it before. I suppose it would be along the
lines of Pegasi, the same way the proper plural of Octopus is Octopi. I'll
have to look into that one, you've spurred my curiosity."
> "Where have all the unicorn gone? Gone to hunt flowers every one?
She draws in a breath and closes her eyes as if trying to listen to a
far-off tune, then lets a song of her own echo across the land.
"Gone from the valleys,
gone from the plains,
gone ever from the sight of man,
to be free from binding reins."
> *sigh* If dragons are rare it seems that pegasui and griffins are
> even rarer. Which is probably one of the reasons we always tried to
> harbor them, that and one of our strong, and often over looked,
> characteristics is that of guardian and protector." Then he pulls his
> great head in close and whispers, "it does tend to make us a bit over
> protective of our own young though."
She laughs soflty. "I understand. There is saftey in numbers, but others are
not as fortunate to have found such a wonderful place as Here, yet. The most
interesting thing it that I haven't met a young Dragon recently. Over all
the ages, you'dve thought I would have come across one or two, or are there
fewer of them than there were when I was a filly? I do remember one, when I
was still with my herd. His name was Barath and he was a lightning blue with
the most perculiar green eyes. We used to stir the Ogres when our Dams
wern't looking..."
>
> >> Although Cira did
> >> consider what the unicorns who live on the plains might think
> >> too. And knowing that several others had soft spots in their
> >> hearts for such creatures. For instance, Hespa has an Equine
> >> form that she favors. He's hoping that they have some non-disney
> >> compassion on hungry starving skinny carnivores. (look at my
> >> ribs sticking out, see see?)
> >
> > Pegasus-Hawk tilts her head slightly. "Hespa? I know not of whom you
speak,
> > but they must be a good and honourable creature to have such a favour."
>
> *lets Pyros answer*
>
> >>> Deer are probably a far streach from Equines, as we are more
> >>> closeley related to Rhinos, wouldn't you believe!"
> >> "Rhinos -- really." Applies mental note to check relationships
> >> between various Pleistocene Rhinos and the early Equines.
> >
> > "And others! Equines only have two toes, but many other animals evloved
from
> > the original from, or stayed the same."
>
> *thinks of the last time he ate a horse, and the three bones lying
> side by side at the bottom of their legs*
>
"I may be wrong. I't been a long time since I saw the inside of another
Equine's foot. Perchance that is a good thing..."
> note excellent book on bones:
>
> Bones : the unity of form and function / R. McNeill Alexander ;
> photography by Brian Kosoff ; foreword by Mark A. Norell ;
> illustrations by Edward Heck.
> New York, N.Y., USA : Macmillan, c1994.
> 223 p. : ill. (some col.) ; 29 cm.
> ISBN: 0025836757
>
> "Durn it, I don't have the picture I was thinking of. Only a horse's
> skull and general lower leg bone articulation, not the structure I'm
> thinking of. The extra 'finger' bones can only barely be seen
> sticking in to the top of the lower leg picture that I have."
>
> http://dracoquies.us/~cira/home/bibliography/bones/horse_sku ll.djvu
> http://dracoquies.us/~cira/home/bibliography/bones/horse_leg .djvu
>
> (image plug-in may be needed: http://www.djvuzone.org/download.html)
>
> >>> She fixes a yellow eye on both Dragons, hoping she hasn't
> >>> interrupted anything, then opens her wings and flies off to her
> >>> cliff.
> >> Cira spreads and arches his wings getting ready for the hunt.
> --
> -Cira ]:8)
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