SeraphicSatyr

It's close to midnight, And I've been bashing this spot for an hour. When you have 12 Strength, It's hard to swing that battleaxe with power. I try to scream But find that I don't have a racial language. I need Esteem, But it's a long road with 11 Con. I'm a big swan! 'Cause I'm a Triller - Triller night. I traded wings for power. Now, I feel a bit contrite 'Cause I'm a Triller - Triller lite. I'm running for my life inside a chiller Triller, tonight! I see my health drop, And realize I'll soon Conglutinate. Maybe I'll Heartstop, And seriously try Reincarnate. It's breathing flame - Thank gods for this Level 3 Cold Resista

I can't fight this faeling any longer, And, yet, I'm still afraid to let him go. He once was level 30, but grew stronger With enough credits to convert and transcend Crow. I tell myself that I can't hold out forever, And yet, there is good reason for my fear, 'Cause I feel insecure since we're together, And now he's giving me afflictions - Is that stupidity or fear? And even as I tumble, He's keeping me in sight. Did he have that Totem last week? Is it Crow or is it Night? And my health gets lower than I ever thought it might. And I can't fight this faeling, anymore. I've forgotten what we started fighting for. His blades are

The Song of Cyrene Sounds on light, silver bells. She walks through the streets Borne on music and spells. From towers to dwellers, From burgers to beer, Her tune is incarnate In many a sphere. The Song of Cyrene Bears a beautiful face, And flows through our hearts Speaking wisdom and grace. She preaches our peace And she blesses our runes. She lights up our crystals And carries our tunes. The Song of Cyrene Looks through bright, sapphire eyes, And her smile, to the world, Is a glorious prize. Ne'er has her like Been heard by us before, Nor shall again come One so swiftly adored. But her light in our hearts Draws us h

I came from the Portal so small and frail - A Strength of 7 and a Con of 9. I bashed up my level to no avail, Till I found a great thing in the game design! I'm more than a faeling. (more than a faeling) When I learned Druidry, I was (more than a faeling). My strength is still trailing, (more than a faeling) But I'm not quite as small as before. My Shadowcaster's not as small as before.... So many lessons have come and gone. So many skills, and I need them all, But one Nature spec helps me carry on - I'm smarter and tougher and a bit more tall. I'm more than a faeling. (more than a faeling) When I learned Druidry, I was (more th

"B" is for black widow. A small creature is she, Yet, still, is very dangerous All people will agree. With legs all thin and spindly, And body oh so small, The world might pass around her Without regard at all. But this would be a grave mistake As, quietly, she lay And waits for opportunities To seize upon her prey. For, although on the outside, She may not seem so strong, Her bites are the most poisonous That to a beast belong. And though she may seem tiny, Perhaps not very brave, She has brought down the mighty And the large folk to the grave. Boys and girls of Glomdoring Should ponder this reflection - Strength comes

Of Thee, the Maiden of the Summer Song, A thousand pages would my pen consume. To Thee, true hearts of Glomdoring belong, And in Thy name, Thy vision we assume. Thy hair so pale, it puts the Moon to shame. Thy countenance, an ebon jewel so fair And terrible as stars that fall to flame. Thy beauty cloaks a hidden threat.  Beware, Be wise - all ye who enter Glomdoring And think to do Her forest harm, for She Hath spun a web that snares before the sting In darkness that shall be the last ye see. For it was in Her name we broke Her chains, And it is in Her name we reap the Planes.

Mouthed off to a person in Rants To a person in Rants I took an unpopular stance An unpopular stance Now everyone around me in Achaea hates my guts I'm enemied to every org and some NPC huts It drives me nuts To suffer when I'm only OOC a putz Suddenly IC (Suddenly IC) Why this is happening to me Suddenly IC (Suddenly IC) My comments out of game can have effects on me You shouldn't post that someone's a whore Post that someone's a whore When she has lots of friends in Mhaldor Lots of friends in Mhaldor And now I'm losing levels like they're water in a sieve Is it any wonder why I feel so negative I want to live! Even Cyrene

The Arrival -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- For the umpteenth night, Adso placed his hands inside a small, chalk circle he had drawn on the floor weeks ago. Inside and around the perimeter of the circle lay ashes and charred remains of the various reagents and alchemical powders used for the enchantment -- the same one that brought Adso through the Void to this shard so many months ago. Tonight, he felt, would be the night that the procedure would be complete. Hours later, he was rewarded with a sharp reflux of energy - a telltale sign that the gating was complete. Something was not right, t

The Lights Have Faded, and the twin moons shine dimly in the sky, twin slivers providing the barest of illumination. It is late, very late, and only one occupant remains in the tavern with a half-drained pint of stout and a pipe whose, like the fire in the hearth, embers are slowly fading. His new, white robes are already grey from the dust of the road. The beautiful barkeeps had flirted with him as always, as a joke between them, but they have long since cleaned the bar and the floors and wait, impatiently, for the monk to go home. Adso does not notice. He is thinking of a time mere months ago when he lived in a small village near the Lycae