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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 8:45 am Post subject: The Memories of a Half-Shadow: The Final Chapter.

The Memories of a Half-Shadow An attempt at humor by your local HEM mod. Aka I'm trying to be funny and it's hilarious... Chapter 1: A City in the midst of the Desert of the Internet. Dinranwen remembered the day she found the City of If well. It was a dark stormy night. Actually, it was day. And it wasn't stormy either. But it was dark, and a light rain was falling, so it should count! A young woman was sitting at the computer bored out of her mind. Boredom is very dangerous for her. Everytime she gets bored, she does something stupid or crazy, sometimes both. Suddenly a smile illuminates the girl's face, and pushing back the computer chair she walks to the armor in the nearby hall. From the armor, she removes a dark green cloak and carefully puts in on adjusting it so that her face is completly covered in shadows. Looking around, she makes sure no one is watching and then clicks one key on the keyboard that she alone knew about. Voossh. Light illuminates the room. The room is gone. The computer is gone, and the cloaked woman stands in the Matrix, the place of truth, the soul of the universe.... OPPs! Sorry, wrong movie. Back to the Story. The cloaked woman was actually in her computer. On the internet, actually. Clearing her throat, the woman speaks in a soft alto voice which shows signs of her youth. "Go to askes.com. Search traditional roleplaying games." The woman liked traditional roleplaying games and in fact a few years before she had been actively involved in a rp site. But she had become inactive out of boredom. Now bored, she decided she would go back to that old addictive habit. In front of her, the results where proudly displayed. One in particular caught her attention. "The City of IF," she read aloud, "...unlike traditional roleplaying games...What's this?" There was the sound of a click. And the cloaked shadowed woman found herself just outside a massive city. The city was filled with lights, joyous shouts, or were those screams? Anyway, the woman read the sign that was displayed a map of the city. Going to a large book just outside the city marked FAQ, the woman read all about storygames, fables, and a King named Key. Still she was undecided, would she join or not? A smile crosses her lips, the only part of her showing. Perhaps she thought. She made a choice. She would join, and if she liked this City, she would stay and perhaps dabble in writing her own storygames. If she didn't like it, she would simply leave slipping away like the shadows which she so often was inrapped in. Going to the joining page she was puzzled of what her name should be. She had had so many over the years. But which to choose. Finally she decided on Dinranwen. It seemed approiate. The name itself was taken from Tolkien's language of the elves, and a better name, she decided she could never find. ~ ~ ~ Inside the City, she found that her talent for slipping in and out of shadows of great use. Apperantly the City wasn't as innocent as it looked. Creatures lurked the streets, and characters Dinranwen couldn't even name seemed more crazy than sane, but still something kept her there, something attracted her to the City, something she couldn't name. But put it this way, Dinranwen's cocky smile never left her face. The first place she visited was the Newbie page. There she was greeted by a Mage named Smee, who apperantly was the Major of the City. She also met a peculiar girl who was both black and white, she had introduced herself as Raven and Wing. A orange beast asked her if her name was related to his, Chinaren. She responded no, and decided immediatly she didn't trust this Chinaren and made a mental note to avoid him. She met an girly looking elf, but after being warned not to call him a girl, she was introduced to him as Allegria. It would be Allegria who would point in several directions for good Storygames. Dinranwen read everything Allegria recommended and liked everything she saw, or almost everything. Dinranwen settled in Sojurner's Journey with a cup of tea and began to read, still not sure if she would stay in this strange place or not. It was the June of 2006. And Dinranwen hasn't left yet, but the events that followed made a story that made Alice in Wonderland look normal. Last edited by dinranwen on Thu Aug 23, 2007 8:23 am; edited 9 times in total

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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 8:56 am Post subject:

Din. You are kewl. I say, scince this is a linear sg, these kinds of comments are welcome? _________________ Sarothen, Mesoli, Gerastro /\___/\ (0)-_-(0) \| \| \//\\/ ? \| \ \| \| \|\|\| \ / \|,\|\|\| ,\|\| \/

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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 8:58 am Post subject:

Yes, and thank you. Comments are welcome. In fact, I would appreciate feedback on what everyone thought of this little story so far too...as I'm not sure if I really am funny or not. But thanks MasterWeaver.

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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 9:00 am Post subject:

Vaguely humorous. Kill chin and I will double over with laughter. _________________ Sarothen, Mesoli, Gerastro /\___/\ (0)-_-(0) \| \| \//\\/ ? \| \ \| \| \|\|\| \ / \|,\|\|\| ,\|\| \/

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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 9:04 am Post subject:

Rule Number One of Surving in the City: Never Kill the Major. Hire someone else to hire someonelse to do it for you so you can never be traced maybe....but never kill the major yourself. In fact never kill anyone yourself, it's too tedius. But thanks for the feedback, MW.

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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 3:25 pm Post subject:

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decided immediatly she didn't trust this Chinaren and made a mental note to avoid him.

Well, I laughed at this bit!

So far it seems interesting more than humorus.

Your tense slips here and there though, you start off as : "She looks up and down..." and end up "she looked puzzled" kinda thing.

Anyway, I will await the next chapter!
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 3:36 pm Post subject:

Good try, but humour is a gift. I find it the hardest thing to do. Your story, as others have said, is amusing, but not funny yet. However, I can see a spark of funnyness (if that word exists, if not, you are hopeless ) emerge in the story. Keep working on it and it'll be good. _________________ Chapter 5: The Rendezvous

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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 8:18 am Post subject:

Thanks Everyone! I know this chapter wasn't humorous, well not much anyway, but I kinda ment it that way. I justed used this chapter to use a lunch pad. I am hoping that more of my humor, what little I have, will immerge more and more over the next couple of chapters. I also hope to surprise everyone with some unexpected turns of my character in the future. As it is, I don't even hope to even be marginally funny until at least chapter three as Chapter 2 will be mainly bringing the story up to date, but still I Hope it is at least a start! After all, I have never never, ever ever, not even once, not even briefly tried to write a humorous story (except briefly with Disillusioned and Disenchanted and let's face it that wasn't funny). Chapter 2 won't be up until after Christmas as I have some unexpected relatives drop by and House Rules state I can't get on the internet when Guest are over, and I only barely managed to get on today as the Grown-ups are shopping for my sister and I. So see you after Christmas Everyone!

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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 3:03 pm Post subject:

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.... unexpected relatives drop...

You mean you did't expect them to be relatives? Wink

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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2006 8:10 pm Post subject:

Think she's back now? _________________ Sarothen, Mesoli, Gerastro /\___/\ (0)-_-(0) \| \| \//\\/ ? \| \ \| \| \|\|\| \ / \|,\|\|\| ,\|\| \/

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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 7:16 pm Post subject:

I'm not a funny person. Well, I am in person, but not on the internet. And only if I know you well because well I don't like ptting myself out there like that! So props to dinranwen! Right now, and I know you know, it wasn't as funny as it was entertianing and cute. Which is always a good setup to a good comedy!

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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 9:23 pm Post subject:

Work on your backhand and you'll be fine. _________________ Sarothen, Mesoli, Gerastro /\___/\ (0)-_-(0) \| \| \//\\/ ? \| \ \| \| \|\|\| \ / \|,\|\|\| ,\|\| \/

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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 12:58 am Post subject:

lol. I don't hit much.

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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 9:44 am Post subject:

I'm back and the new chappie will either be up either later Today or tommorrow. Until then....sets a cream pie on a table This pie will self destruct in 5...4...3...

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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 5:45 am Post subject:

Chapter 2: Don't Flatter the Mods In the slums of the NewStorygames district, in a small shack just bordering the Fantasy Forest, the figure of cloaked woman sat partially in the shadows with only a small candle to light the parchment on which she wrote. Din sighed rubbing her eyes for the zillionist time but finally crossing her eyes and dotting her tees, Din took the sheet of parchment, and walked outside into the muddy streets. A large plastic hammer and a couple of nails soon appeared in her hands conjured from the shadows. Nailing it to the paper wall of her shack, Din eased herself back into the shadows so she was nearly invisible and waited. Suddenly a weird wind blew from the Idearium mines passing through the Fantasy Forest in whirl of pixie dust causing several citzens to go around shouting...."I can fly, I can fly." Just before they all landed with a sicking squish seconds later. Wirling on the piece of parchment, Din smushed herself back in the shadows as far as she could go...she didn't know what was happening, but she knew that even if she was half shadow she still had bones that could break from attempting to fly on a not so magical wind that smelled like rotten fertizlizer. With a swirl of dust that made her blink and cough like no tommorrow, Din opened her eyes to see something she didn't expect. There were her parchment had been hanging was an oversized greecian Lyre crying it's heart out with large bumming, "Buh who? Boo Who? Who Ba? How Buh?" "What in the Wizard's Orb...?" Din muttered stepping out of the shadows only to dive back into them as a swarm of mods and other hub nobs began to circle around the new storygame like a bunch of Editing Vultures just waiting to gloat over the mistakes of a beginning....Well, maybe not like vultures, after all they were just trying to help, but still Din couldn't stop the image from appearing in her head like an unwanted advertising jingle that repeats itself your head over and over again. Once the dust settled down, Din eased her way out of there, very, very slowly. She was almost scot free when a motorcicle with only one wheel and three seat nearly knocked her over. "Hi..." Shouted Rave as her and other half dismounted from the Crazy Vechile. "Din!" Finished Wing blinking slowly as they stared at the new storygame. "Mind if we..." "Read this?" The twins asked but before she could respond Rave and Wing answered in their usual singsong tone. "Thanks...." "We will..." "Extermly enjoy this." "I don't doubt that you will." Din muttered leaving the scene as the twins began to examine the Tear Strun Lyre closely. "A mistake..." "I found it first." "No I did, you nitwit." She heard them yelling at one another as she scuttered away nervously, but in hurry to get away, she ran into the fifth most important person you don't want to get mad at you or they'll make your life miserable....Chinaren himself. Of course with the Orange Monsters pot belly and the bulge of Fat bucks praticually spilling from his pockets, it nocked Din right of her feet nearly causing her precious hood to fall from it's position of hiding her face. "Oh Dinner..." Din heard Chinaren almost purr as the orange multimillonary began to droll..."I was just looking for you." Din shuddered as she tried to mentally shove away the image of a long table filled with orange munsterities all starring at a platter that featured herself hug tied with giant oversized apple in her mouth. "I'm sorry, Chinaren, sir...." Din stuttered. "Not at all my dear, not at all." Chinaren said glancing over her like a piece of Beef Tender Loin. "It was my fault entirely. Besides I was looking for you anyway." Really, Din thought, I wonder why? "Really, Chinaren sir. Whatever for?" "Well, Dinner," Din shuddered again as Chinaren took a fat buck out to use it as a napkin to wipe his drolling chin, "I just came from reading your new story game Tear Strung Lyre and I noticed that you had lots of opinions on what should happen next." "Yeah so," Din heard herself say as she felt her feet begin to inch her towards the nearest shadow she could find. "Well, I don't know if you know this my dear, but here in If with have things called Polls, and you need to put one up at the end of every chapter. But since you are only in the New Storygames section you are going to have to have someone else put it up for you, someone much more experienced, a mod for instance." "And who would that be?" Din questioned half afraid to ask. "LordoftheNight," Chinaren purred smoothly, "You will find him in that castle over there." Looking to where Chinaren pointed Din almost expected to hear some errie movie music to start sounding at minute as her eyes met the sight of dark castle littered with Gargolyes twisted bushes, a couple of hell-hounds, and a pertual storm landing on the tallest tower of the thing. Din gulped, and then thanking Chinaren, she walked straight into a nearby corner...and disappered leaving a hungry Chinaren staring at the wall in confusion. Minutes after she left, Rave, Wing, Smee, and Chinaren were seen by Tourist as they ran to Lordy’s manner shouting something about this would be too good to miss. ~ ~ ~ Resolving from the shadows of Lordy’s front door, Din lifted a pale hand to the doorknocker and with a resounding pound Din let the doorknocker fall. When the last of the echos faded, Din shifted nervously only to have her feet give way underneath as the floor on which she had been standing gave way as a trapdoor opened beneath her feet. Before she could even think about screaming, Din landed with a resounding thump on the stone floor of a giant underground Hall whose appearance Din only found a little bit reassusuring. At least, with this many shadows caused by no widows and plenty of torches she would be able to make a run for it. Brushing off the tender area on which she had landed, Din stood, carefully pulling down her hood once again so that not even her smile showed from beneaths its comforting depths. In front of her surrounded by flaming torches in the shape of hideous gargoyles, one LordoftheNight, a shadowy demon with firey eyes, leathery wings, long fangs, and red claws that glinted in the low light. Behind her a group of mods were gathering having entered the more convential way, the front door. Striding forward, Din hoped her stargery for staying alive would work on this dark demon with whom she only shared two things. One he was the NewStorygame Mod, and thus her landlord. Two, they were both shadows. Clearing her throat, Din walked before Lordy and with a curtesy that made the demon smile a little too largely, Din began to speak her voice sweet as honey, “Oh Lord Of The Darknest Night, Know oh Wise One, that I have need of your services. If my Lord could see fit to put up a poll on my storygame,” here Din rattled of the options interested readers had provided, “I would be forever thankful.” Lordy giggled in a way that almost made him sound like a greedy three year old rather than a dark demon who could kill her and have her for breakfast if he wished, as his head had slowly began to expand with every pleased strock of his large clawed hand. Behind her, someone shouted, Din thought it might be Chinaren, “Hey Dinner! Don’t flatter the Mod, he’s got a big enough head already.” Oh, if she had only listened…but her technique was working so when Lordy agreed to put up the poll, Din couldn’t resist flattering Lordy further. “Oh Thank you Lord, thy kindness is too much. My enternal thankfulness for this kind small service.” Then as Lordy’s head began to grow, Din had just about one second to wonder why she didn’t listen to those wiser her head before she began to run for the nearest shadowy corner not occupied by the running mods who were already rushing out the door. Taking a look behind her just before she allowed herself to completely dissolve into the shadows, Din immediately regretted her choice to do so. Behind the herd of mods, Lordy’s head had swollen to the size of a giant airballon just before the demon gave a cocky smile and a “Your Welcome”, only to have his head explode with the effort. Din disappered only to reappear her shack and to her disgust, Din saw that her backwards look had cost her one of her cloaks. There was no way she was going to be able to get out the stains… “Oh Don’t Worry,” a giggle came from somewhere nearby. Turning, Din saw the familiar form of the rather cute pink not-quite Chia smiling and giggling at the expression on Dinranwen’s face. “Don’t Worry,” Chiacutie giggled exidetly as she fluttered her and there with a radomness only the chia could claim, “he’s head will regrow…” another giggle escaped Chiacutie, “in a day or so. It’s happened before.” And then without a word of explanation Chiacutie ran off chasing a merchandise cart that was louded with hot pink short skirts. Din sighed, but going into her hovel to change her cloak, Din only hoped that it was true. She was going to need another poll in a month or two. ~ ~ ~ This is so boring, Din thought as she leaned back in her chair with only its two back legs touching the floor as she leaned against the wall. Outside the rustle of leaves on the ground told what month it was in If, it was September right after the famous slump of 2006 in which many of the citizens whom Din had grown used too over the past months disapered without word of their leaving. One could only wonder what had happened to them. Yet, without the usual commenters, lurkers, and mods to make life interesting, Din was bored beyond what her active mind could handle. Sighing, Din straightened the blue dress she wore in true renasasance style with long sleeves, a high collar that came just below her throat, and a hem that would have almost touched the ground if it weren’t for her tall leather boots. Then walking up to the pegs on which she hung her collection of cloaks, Din settled her favorite one, a dark purple cloak with silver clasps and an extra long hood, on her shoulders since the blue one she would have normally worn was inviserably stained by the famous “I made Lordy’s head explode” espisode. Striding off the usual way instead of using the quick ease of the shadows, Din walked to a local pub that bore the large wooden sign called The Chat room. It would be here that Din would meet Kalana Rai, a dragoness she looked up to but never dared talk too, and they began to talk having found their love for other worlds enough to spark a long and confusing talk on the subject. In the end, Din had invited Kalana Rai to join her rpg, Sword of Ergos, if the Dragoness could, and decided with a “See ya tomorrow,” that she may have just met the one person, well dragon, in If who wouldn’t eat her for a snack. This invite would also lead her to the close acquitance of Morzan a medieval knight dressed head to toe in Armor, Solus Serpen a young elven maid sister to JezSharp who controlled the Tourist Information Booth, Whitey a pale cream centaur whose dirty hands and large arm muscles were probably the product of her long work, and finally Smudger a grumpy hunchback who was more often heard turning the air blue than smiling. Although she didn’t know it yet, these new friends would be her life ling out of boredom for the next month that was until she made the singular most stupid thing she had done in her shadowy life…..okay, so it was the third most stupid thing she did but that isn’t until Chapter 3…give me a break already! Last edited by dinranwen on Sat Dec 30, 2006 1:26 pm; edited 1 time in total

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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 7:15 am Post subject:

One thing Din - you joined before Jez and Sol. Nearly a month before them. And who needs a head nowadays anyways? _________________ Punishment leads to Fear. Fear leads to Obedience. Obedience leads to Freedom. Therefore, Punishment leads to Freedom. Ave Dominus Nox A Fronte Praecipitium a Tergo Lupi Blood Bowl Scraping the Barrel A Tale of Four Swords Passion

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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 5:56 pm Post subject: re

I'm not that grumpy!! But I got a mention , well done Din. Keep it up. , your head never expolded when I asked for a poll to be put up lordy. Do you not like me or something .

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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 1:46 am Post subject:

Nice Chapter Din, althougth I hadn't quite imagined my alter ego as an elfin Lord...actually perhaps that isn't a bad idea (as long I wear dark glasses & a cream suit)... also whilst I spend a lot of time in Fantasy Forest I actually live in Tourist Info.

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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 4:29 am Post subject:

This is great...I love it. At least I know a bit of you and the rest. and it is interesting... I found this place a month ago had trouble getting in but atlast i'm here... keep on typing. One thing how do you add a pic to the block where my name stands, so I can come out of the shadows too? I think i'll stay this deer.. its cute. And thanks again phang...three cheers for phang. is there silence Last edited by Guest on Sat Dec 30, 2006 12:51 pm; edited 2 times in total

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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 4:51 am Post subject:

Like the story so far - surprised I wasn't also in the Demon Castle of Big Heads. Chrissy McNightShade, it's called an avatar, and can be changed by clicking 'Profile' at the top of the site. By the way, what country are you from? Something about the way you write resonates of odd grammar and obscure words...na'fense. _________________ Stuff here Da Huuuuub

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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 4:58 am Post subject:

Well...i'm not from your timezone....I am south African, I'm born Afrikaans. I speak Afrilish...meaning English and Afrikaans. But I read only English stories. Born in a small town.

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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 5:57 am Post subject: Re: re

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I'm not that grumpy!! But I got a mention Very Happy

, well done Din. Keep it up. Surprised

, your head never expolded when I asked for a poll to be put up lordy. Do you not like me or something Sad

Ah, you just didn't throw in enough flattery Smugde. You see what Din put in the story - that wasn't exageration.
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 11:55 am Post subject:

Thanks everyone for their comments.

And Lordy, yes I know Jez and Solus joined before me, which is why I wrote and quote:

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. I just wanted to give the impression that it was after I started Sword of Ergos that I got to better know some of IF's many characters.

As for Jez, I didn't know your If character so I improvised. As for the other thing, about you living in Fantasy Forest, I will change it.

Smudge, I know you're not that grumpy....now. But my first impression of you was that you were extermly grumpy.

As for you, Phang, I never really met you at all, I think We're in two totally different timezones or something, but I promise to throw in somewhere later.

In fact, I'm going to try to put in any character I ever met and got a good impression off in If. A large task, but I will work it out.

Christalnightshade, nice to see you ready, and I'm glad Phang helped you out. As for the shadow thing, My avatar (the picture below my name) is actually a picture representive of my longest rpg character ever, Rain de'la'Nari.

My avatar for myself is currently,

the picture below here.

Another thing you can do is post your location in your profile. Mine is usually Lurking in the Shadows, or Nearby Shadowy Corner.

As for the flattery, Lordy's right Smudge, what I posted was pretty much an exact quote of my first communication with Lordy.

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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 12:59 pm Post subject:

The diffrent time zone...what i mean't by that was that South Africa is two hours earlier than Uk's. Location: Info street. Found Jumping from story to story.(get it)New posted Forums...Strolling streets. Occupation: ShapeShifting.......Busy being diffrent. Interests: Adventure, stories, drawing, painting, archaeology. ect.ect (I understand that phang wasn't there at that time.

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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 3:46 pm Post subject: re

I'm an old man at heart Din. , being grumpy is second nature. This is very good Dinranwen and keep going, sometimes funny is natural other times you just need to practice it to perfect it. Go Din

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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 7:18 pm Post subject:

Ooo... The single most stupid thing... From Din? This has got to be sees Din glaring one of those things that just happen and it's just weird and I'm shutting up now. _________________ Sarothen, Mesoli, Gerastro /\___/\ (0)-_-(0) \| \| \//\\/ ? \| \ \| \| \|\|\| \ / \|,\|\|\| ,\|\| \/

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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 8:03 pm Post subject:

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Alright now that Im caught up...

Thank you for the mention Din. An excellent RP and I believe it is the longest running this fair city has ever had and Im glad to be a part of it.

The story isnt my type of humour but some of it made me chuckle a little. Lordy giggling for one.

Anyway keep up the good work.

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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 1:18 am Post subject:

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It would be here that Din would meet Kalanna Rai, a dragoness she looked up to but never dared talk too,

Aw I'm approachable. I stopped biting people's heads off years ago.

Having fun with this one Din...
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 4:45 am Post subject:

This story made me laugh tears of joy....

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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 1:25 pm Post subject:

Crystal, please tell me you'll get rid of the reindeer. It makes you look like...like...an underling. shudders _________________ Sarothen, Mesoli, Gerastro /\___/\ (0)-_-(0) \| \| \//\\/ ? \| \ \| \| \|\|\| \ / \|,\|\|\| ,\|\| \/

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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 1:31 pm Post subject:

Please tell me you'll get rid of the cobwebbes...it makes you look dirty. throws up

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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 1:34 pm Post subject:

These are not cobs webs. These are thought webs. _________________ Sarothen, Mesoli, Gerastro /\___/\ (0)-_-(0) \| \| \//\\/ ? \| \ \| \| \|\|\| \ / \|,\|\|\| ,\|\| \/

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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 1:41 pm Post subject:

well...i don't actiolly judge ppl by the way they look... so why do you judge me. I real life I'm a sweet and a jolly girl.

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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 1:43 pm Post subject:

Your name does not match your avatar. I'm freaked out. _________________ Sarothen, Mesoli, Gerastro /\___/\ (0)-_-(0) \| \| \//\\/ ? \| \ \| \| \|\|\| \ / \|,\|\|\| ,\|\| \/

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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 1:53 pm Post subject:

Well... I didn't mean it that way. Just if you have a suggestion to how my avatar must look like. Last edited by Guest on Mon Jan 01, 2007 2:06 pm; edited 1 time in total

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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 8:34 am Post subject:

New chappie will be up, detailing the third most stupid thing I did as an Ifian. Anyone want to guess? Or are y'all just going to sit there holding your breath until the new chappie? Thanks for the Comments everyone. So far this has proved perfect for what I'm using it for, a practice ground for humor. In real life, I have quiet the sacrastic wit, and am known for being almost akin to deadly in my witty comments to those I don't like or those people who I like but just enjoy seeing them bristle for the pure pleasure of the experience. I am just trying to figure out I translate the humor I naturally have in written form. So Smudger is kinda of right, This all is just my little way of Practcing and Perfecting my humor. If all goes well, and with lots of practice, maybe my next attempt at humor will actually be funny.

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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 10:10 am Post subject:

O O I want to guess... Is it something to do with the polls. I can't wait for the next chappy.

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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 4:18 pm Post subject:

Or advertising? _________________ Sarothen, Mesoli, Gerastro /\___/\ (0)-_-(0) \| \| \//\\/ ? \| \ \| \| \|\|\| \ / \|,\|\|\| ,\|\| \/

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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 3:02 pm Post subject:

Wrong and Wrong. Giggles You'll see. Chappie will be up tommorrow as my spell checker has decided to rebel and I am being forced to use another computer....for which I have to wait. But see you tommorrow everyone.

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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 1:26 pm Post subject:

OK. CAN'T WAITHOLDS BREATH WAIT A SECBREATHS OUT. IF I HOLD MY BREATH I'LL DEI THEN THERE WOULD BE NO TIME TO READ IT. oops had cabslock on.

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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 2:03 pm Post subject:

Chapter 3: Of all my stupid ideas It had started as a perfectly normal day....well, as normal as it gets in If anyway. Dinranwen had succesively planted another chapter on her ever growing storygame Tear Strung Lyre, lurked in a few other storygames such as Uncertain Quests without actually posting, and slipped off her hood for a moment to take the face of Rain in Sword of Ergos. Essentailly doing what she did best, lurking without really doing anything and being bored out of her mind, when the strangest urge to something incredible crazy even for her. Dinranwen got the irrestiable urge to join the council. Later when reading Chinaren's City of If , she would learn that was the result of a machine made by a mad man causing randomn citzens of If to Join the Council. Dinranwen had been caused to join by a mispell malfunction by the machine which mistakenly called her....DinnnerHen. Currently Dinranwen was found pacing and yelling at herself within the realtive safe confines of her small cabin in the Fantasy Forest. She was saying something along the lines of, "Of all my stupid ideas...I just had to go and join the council." "Look on the brightside," Kalana Rai said in between chewing on bits on Village People, "At least we'll be co-mods." Kalaana Rai who was a slighty smaller version of her large kickbut dragon assasin self, after all Dinranwen wasn't that rich that she could afford a cabin large enough to fit a dragon, even if one was her friend. "And you'll may even get a chair with four legs, all I get is a lame three legged chair in what can pass for a broomcloset in the Linear Competion." "True." The Dragoness said glaring at Din as Dinranwen smacked her hands away from the characters of Tear Strung Lyre. "Don't eat my main characters!" "What about Saul? He's dead right. From the smell, he's still fresh," Rai said her talons reaching for her next victim. "I thought you liked live victims?" "I do, but I'm not that picky." Din waved a hand in Rai's direction placing her hooded face in her hands. "Jester Park, of all places. I had to agree to Jester Park." "Come on, it's not that bad." Rai said waving a bone around as she gestured with her claws, "Most of the really insane creatures are locked in the basement, and now days people only get killed twice a week." "It could be worse." Gloomy Smudger said yet again for the thosandth time. "Besides the Offices of Jester Park aren't nearly as bad as what Chinaren has what Chinaren has done to our Council Chambers." "You mean I have to move there?" Din said looking against. Council Hall wasn't that bad if you don't mind an bright colored Orange those days. In addition, if you liked a fountain of your favorite brevage that made you have a giant headache the next day. Yet for Din who hated crowds to begin with, living in Council Hall would be a nightmare come true. "You mean you haven't been there yet," Smudger laughed as he saw the co-mods shake their heads, "Wait until you see what Chinaren has done to the place." Turning a slightly paler shade of shadow, Din gathered her cloak back around her and taking her less conviental route of shadows, Din was right behind Rai as they went to look at their new council homes. ~ ~ ~ A loud Roar followed by thunderous booms soon sounded throughout Council Hall, causing it's memembers to duck and hide. In Chinaren's office, the orange fablionair chuckled, "Sounds like Rai loves her new chambers." Din, however who despite knowing and loving Rai, hid in only shadow in her room created by her door. She and Rai were friends, yes, but even Din knew not to get in the way of an angry, ramaging dragoness. Peaking out behind her door as the comotion settled down to a normal level, Din surived her own rooms. A rather large hole filled with the remains of iron and glass from a glass window dominated the far wall allowing a stead stream of light and a chilly breeze in her room. Other than the shadow her door created, no a single shadow was in the room. Rather the room was filled with light, causing the brillant orange that domianted the decor to glow so brightly it hurt Din's eyes to look at it. Orange Window Curtains, a thin cot that pased for a bed in full view of the 'window', a tacky orange end table that doubled as a stool, a bench, and a desk, a orange lamp with a dark orange lampshade, and a giant orange bell that would ring every time their bloved major wanted them completed the rooms contents. What was worse was all this was stuffed into a room that was barely big enough to hold all it's contents. Unlike her co-mod however, Din was prepared to make due with what was provided. She would have been much more comfortable in her cabin that was filled with the many twisted shadows of the trees that grew near her home, but Din wouldn't complain. Din accepted, adjusted, and moved on with her life. So pushing up her sleeves to reveal two arms patched in various shades of black, Din broke out her Dust Buster 100 and anybody who knew her well started running the other way. When Din was done, her chambers had a new window complete with glass and rather thick window curtain, candles, and a small bookshelf that contained her favorite storygames that she was currently purossing. The room was still orange, small, tacky, and out of taste, but at least the room was filled with the shadows Din was so comfortable living in. Hanging up her collection of cloaks on the wall oposite her bookshelf, Din made herself comfortable for the night. The next morning something happened that made Din, passable easy going even tempered Din, scream so loud that the locals that Rai was on another Rampaging epsiode. ~~~ ((What could have possibly happened? Your input is apprecited. I hope you enjoyed this new chapter everyone. And incase your wondering, My first mistake was Flattering Lordy without Mercy My second Mistake was starting a doomed storygame and then not finishing it. My third was detailed in this chapter.))

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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 2:58 pm Post subject:

cool... waiting sincerely for chapter My life in city of if is much worse .... I think i'm on the same road. I'm writing a story that will be doomed to stop in the middle, but it is only a warm up for me since i'm still new. But I shall try my best to finish it. I'm more of the types that types short stories. But what I didn't know was that daemons really could shapeshift. My story continues to worsten. I think I shall rather do comedy, since I'm actiolly better in that than horror.

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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 6:48 pm Post subject:

I would ay that after being knocked out by Chinaren, I was hung up in your closet. You can go as far as you like, but remember I am technically genderless (and unlusting) because I'm a leather black robe. _________________ Sarothen, Mesoli, Gerastro /\___/\ (0)-_-(0) \| \| \//\\/ ? \| \ \| \| \|\|\| \ / \|,\|\|\| ,\|\| \/

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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 9:26 am Post subject:

In your nightmares. Besides, according to my notes, you won't come into existence until Chapter 5 at best....that is if I decide to be nice.

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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 10:34 am Post subject:

notices MW's joined date for the first time, looks at number of posts, compares with own stats eeeek! I like this, btw, have enjoyed reading it!

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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 12:39 pm Post subject:

Thanks Crunchfrog! Glad to see a new face in here. And don't worry about the number of post of MW, I joined before him, and even I don't even have half the post he does.

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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 1:05 pm Post subject:

HEHEHEHEHE So do we have to guess why Rai was rampaging. Is it MW's fault. no offense shields face

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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 4:57 pm Post subject:

Lovely story. Not funny yet, but amusing. Keep writing, it'll come- and if it doesn't, at least you'll have a recollection of memories. A memoir, if you will. _________________ Chapter 5: The Rendezvous

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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 2:15 pm Post subject:

Okay Folks, new chapter will be up in a day or so.

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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 3:24 pm Post subject: re

Great litle story you got here Din. Keep it going. Maybe it could be that Chinaren finally caught you as his dinner . Merely a suggestion.

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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 4:02 pm Post subject:

Oh boy. THis can not be a good thing to be involved with. Looking forward to next chapter! _________________ Sarothen, Mesoli, Gerastro /\___/\ (0)-_-(0) \| \| \//\\/ ? \| \ \| \| \|\|\| \ / \|,\|\|\| ,\|\| \/

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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 2:58 am Post subject:

tail tapping floor exsitedly CAN'T WAIT.

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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 1:02 pm Post subject:

Chapter 4: Council Robes? Now where was I? Oh yes, my first day of Modship…. Awakening to the soft pale sunshine shining in her eyes, Din emegreg out of her bed, and walked numbly into the shadows. Finally having cleaned herself up and having drunk at least ten cups of caffeinated tea, sugar and milk hold the mud, Din walked out of her broomcloset of a closet and looked across the room to pick a out cloak. ……….. A scream filled the mixed emotions of pure horror, and unduliated rath sprang from Din’s lips making most of the eastern quarter of City Council Hall. Most the inhabitants of that section ducked thinking mistakenally that Rai was on another of her ramagings. It was a good thing they did too. Din, once she finished screaming, got a look on her face that would have melted stone, and for good reason. There in place of her cloaks, specially made to blend in with the shadows with the same ease Din herself did, and in there place hung three brand new cloaks that definetly did not work for her. The three cloaks were all a bright orange that made her room colors pale in comparision. Although the cloaks were the same color, the simalarities ended there. The first was floor long by the looks with a large hood, but every hem was lined proudly with the gaudest pale orange lace Din had ever seen. The second was knee length but instead of a hood it had a high collar, but it was decorated with secuines and feathers making it look like something a girl in Muabib’s district would wear. The third was more of a coat than anything was spotted in what looked like orange mud. Each of the coats were labeled in fable green, “City Council Memember, Hem Mod”. There was only one person low enough with such horrible taste that Din could think of that could be responsible for such an atrocious act, “Chinaren” Din growled and stepped purposely into the shadows. The last thing to disappear was her hand which grabbed something glittery and sharp from it’s mounting on the wall. ~ ~ ~ Chinaren had dismissed Emeralda to go get his fifty course breakfast meal when with a loud pop and a sudden swish Din stood before him, her eyes fixed on him with a fierce glare as she held the long thin blade of her sword close right in front of his nose. “Ah, Dinnerhen, I do believe this is the first time I saw you without your cloak, and may I say, you look very well.” Din growled low in her throat and took a step closer to Chinaren. “What have you done with my cloaks?” “What ever do you mean? I thought I hung had my servants hang your new council robes in your quarters? Don’t you like them my dear.” “You know which cloaks I mean, Chinaren. I would very much like to have my cloaks back as the current robes are found to be inadequate.” “Council Robes are mandortory, Dinny. I am afraid they are issused to all those who can wear them, and those who can wear them, must wear them. Only special cases, such as Rai, do not have to wear them since the robes cannot be made for those special cases.” “Quit the Mayorial fauntry. I want my cloaks back I want them back now.” “I don’t know what your talking about,” Chinaren said reaching for a botton underneath his desk, “I told you, your new robes are in your quarters. Speaking of which how do you like the décor?” Din had just about enough of this loud of cow dune, and taking a final step towards Chinaren, Din laid her blade right next to Chinaren’s throat. “Oh, I can live with it, but the question is Can You?” Din said, her whole manner turn icy, “Now for the last time, Where are my cloaks?” “Din calm down, and be rational. As I told you, I had my servants replaced your cloaks with your council robes. They took them, not me. So I am afraid I can’t help you.” “Who? Who took my cloaks?” Din said easing the pressure of her blade just the slightess bit. “There are so many orders, I just can’t remember them all…” “And I am afraid that have forgotten how to maintain my hold on this position. One little slip and…” Din said as she accidnetly cut off some of the orange beast’s fur, “Oh dear, now how did that happen, it seems I have forgotten. Perhaps you could refresh my memory,” Din said pointly pressing the blade a little harder. “Aw it seems I have suddenly had a refreshing of memory.” “I thought you might,” Din said tossing her head hauntingly, “Speak.” “I seem to remember telling Lordy to place your cloaks there. I am sure I can have them returned promptly.” “Very promptly. And I expect them to be in the same condition they were found in. In my room, on their hooks. If there is even the single speck of dirt on them, well, let’s just say you’ll be getting a very short hair cut. I expect them to returned by this afternoon. If not…”Din let the sentence hang leaving her sword next to Chinaren’s throat for emphasis. “I am sure it can be arranged.” “Make it so.” Din said lowering the blade and walking backwards to the same shadow she used to enter Chinaren’s mayoral office. “And Chinaren?” “Yes, Din,” the Major said rubbing his bald patch where her sword had been. “Don’t you even dare tell anyone what my face looks like from beneath it’s hood.” Chinaren smiled evily, and then questioned with a threat in his voice, “And what if I do?” A dagger where his head had been a minute before Chinaren ducked was his only answer. Din was gone. Somehow I think Chinaren got the point. And that is why Din doesn’t wear those hideous things that pass for Council Robes.

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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 1:25 pm Post subject:

Intimidating... But I still read it. I liked the part of the dagger and the bold spot. hopefully you will add another chappy. tail still busy doing what it did at first

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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 2:57 pm Post subject: re

The ideas from Our Fair city lives on!!! Nicely done Din. Can't wait til new chappy.

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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 9:33 am Post subject:

Chapter 5: Dust Busters! Later the same afternoon Din faced down Chinaren, after she got her precious cloaks back, Din decided for the lack of something better to do to go visit Jester Park. Afterall, Din thought, I am the mod of the HEM section I suppose I should at least check out the area. Jester Park was not an area Din was often in, well okay, maybe to check out the lastest chappie of one of Kalanna Rai’s hilarious storygames, but other than that…..okay, she did hang out in Jester Park as much as she did anywhere else. At least she wasn’t the mod of the Scifi section. Din would rather caught without her cloak than to step foot in the dreaded Scific section. Deciding to walk, Din grabbed her purple cloak to match the dark purple almost black offit she wore for the day and headed out the door pulling her hood far down her face as she went. Walking down the steps of the council Chamber, Din spared a glare and stuck out tongue at Chinaren and Lordofthenight both of whom she suspected were involved in her cloak snatching. Walking down the streets, Dinranwen ducked and lurked her way through the crazy mahim that If could be on most days. Winding upwards through City Central, Din made her lesiruly way to the infamous gesture park stopping to observe the sights and make on comment or two on a couple of forums. The Games section was her first stop. A pair of gates with several bulky looking guards, including one wielding a large hammer called Cmyrzon and a shape shifting demon named Phang both of whom were taking turns on the rotating shifts that kept the madness of traditional roleplaying within safe confines. “Hey Phang!” Din waved to the demon as she waited for the other guards wielding large crossbows loaded with cherry pies to open the small door. “How is it in there today?” Phang frowned, “I have better things to do than to babysit the Games Section even if we have already had two near breaks of homosocidial freaks today.”” “Glad you’re doing well.” Din said in her usual sarcastic manner before waving off to brave her own way through men dressed in dresses, dragons breathing bubbles, and into the ocean filled section that was currently Sword of Ergos’ scernery. Dropping off a post on the behalf of Rain, Din walked back towards the gate and continued on her merry way. The Open Forum…a cautic areana filled with people shouting several conflicting random different topics to each other, each competing to be heard over the general racket…distrated Din for a moment or two but she didn’t stop there. Passing through the open air market overseed by several Chinaren look a likes and Whitey (aka White Blacksmith, a white centaur who wasn’t really a blacksmith), Din made sure to make her daily stop by to see Argo’s stall. The Mercerny Artist for Hire was the only stall Din shopped at, and although he was usually too busy drinking or drawing to take commissions Din still liked to look at his work. Deciding she had wasted enough time for the day, Din decided to get her largest task over and done with. Taking a deep breath, Din hung a left, a right, and climbed three sets of stairs and found herself starring at the famous amosument park that was the Hem section. Ducking to avoid the creame pie thrown at her by a pair of clowns standing at the metal gate that looked like a multi colored clown demon with a his mouth wide open, Din ran into the mouth of the giant clown gate into Jester Park. Insane laughter of crazed manics, annoying carnival music, and the brightly dressed freak residents of Jester Park met her eyes and attacked her senses. Jester Park wasn’t that bad, once you got used to it, but the problem was some monster was always breaking free from the Lab hidden underneath the contanstly locked and hidden aHem guild causing havoc. The place was a mess. Din’s nose curled, and holding her nose to avoid having to smell the ozzing goo that passed for cotton candy here and bolted in the direction of where her offices were supposed to be according to Kalanna who she consulted before even entering this place. What she found however was not what she was suspecting, in front of her a Fun house complete with a house of mirrors, a slide, moving floors, rickety stairs, and foam obstacles. A ticket booth stood to the left side, inside, a bearded woman stood bored. Stepping up to her, Din decided to ask the woman for directions. “Um, excuse me…I’m looking for the Jester Park office. Do you know where it is?” Chewing loudly on Gizzard’s Tongue gum, the woman/man grunted, “You’d be the new Mod, wouldn’t ye?” “Um. Well, Yes to tell the unforante truth.” The woman chuckled sickly, “Thought as much. You’d be looking at the Office Miss. Here be your token,” the bearded woman said sliding a large golden coin labeled Mod to Din, “Don’t be losing that now, it be getting you in and we don’t issue seconds around here.” Striding up to the toad that posed as the coin slot, Din paused as she heard the woman call after her…”Good luck.” Good luck, Din thought as the coin eater spit her token back out her, why do I need luck? Her thoughts ended in a scream however as she got sucked into the Fun house with a pop…. Din was expecting to have too work her way through the fun house in the hopes of finding her new office, but to her surprise and reflief, Din found herself inside a dark, dingy office. Everywhere there were signs of the long absence of the previous owners. Pie stains, creame stains, blood stains, puck stains, stains Din didn’t want to know what caused them, lay on the walls, the carpet, and even the ceiling. Cobwebs so large they could hold ten thousand dragon size spiders lay across a stack of papers and all across the room. A wood desk covered with a scatter pile of papers, stains, and cobwebs was Din realized with distress her desk as indicated by the brass name plate. A purple, green, and pink poked doted black chair with it’s stuffing hanging out stood behind the desk, a bright spot of color admist the grundge of the dirt. On the far side of the room, barely visible behind the stains, was a metal door. From the incrisbition, again Din would never ask what it was wrote in, the room was the Treasure Store Room, which apparently doubled as Rai’s office. Stains, Stains everywhere; except on the starchy white and black of a man who looked like he could play the Butler of Body Mansion. “Who are you?” Din said reaching up her sleeve for a spare dagger just in case. “I maydame, am your butler. My services are yours. May I welcome you to your new office. You will have to pardon the fun house, we find that it help keeps the desperate writers of Hem from bothering the mod too much as they tend to get lost or give up in the middle of the thing. You, however, along with Rai have the direct pass. As long as you have it with you, you will be able to directly enter the office such as it is. My name, btw, is L.A.D.N.I. May I offer any my services to you maydame.” “You’re a butlet right?” “That would be correct, may I take your cloak?” “No you may not!” Din snapped, “I you’re a butler why is this room such a mess?” “I maydame, do not clean. I am a butler not a maid.” “Then why did you not straigten the papers, clean the windows, or at least keep the cobwebs away for Key’s Sake!” “As I said, maydame, I do not do those things. I also do not clean. I do not take gloves. I do not show people in. I do not sort. I do not organize. I do not make beds. I do not hang up cloaks. I do Hang up cloaks though. I do not serve tea. I do not cook. I do not take meal orders. I do not count money. I do not prevent annoying people from entering. I do show people the door. But I do not open the door. I, maydame, am butler. Now with or without your permission, I am going to take a nap.” L.A.D.N.I’s name, Din would soon learn stood for Lazy annoying do nothing idiot, and he did nothing but drive her nuts that afternoon, that was until Din looked him in the one clean place in her whole office, the spare closet. Smiling grimly, Din reached into the shadows and pulled out her Dust Buster 1000 (yes, she had upgraded since her cleaning episode in chapter 3) and bulted the door. Outside, a purple lazer beam blast shook the Fun House which shook under Din’s treatment. One lazer beam, this time neon green, caused the Bearded Lady to duck. Another caused a gazer to eroupt near the carosoul. For the next three days, no one dared to approach the Fun house which occasionally thundered, boomed, shook, exploded, or shut lazer beams at the paser by….. And the whole time, Din could be heard merrily humming above the whole racket. Last edited by dinranwen on Fri Jan 19, 2007 7:48 pm; edited 4 times in total

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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 10:46 am Post subject: re

WAIT WAIT WAIT!!!! Not only do you get a giant office, you get a butler?! I got a closet with a three-legged chair! I deserve something...Even a bigger closet . Great chappy Din, well done

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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 12:24 pm Post subject:

Everywhere there were signs of the long absence of the previous owners. Pie stains, creame stains, blood stains, puck stains, stains Din didn’t want to know what caused them, lay on the walls, the carpet, and even the ceiling. That sounds asif argon comited suicide, and the butler as layzy as he is drageed the man around threw him out and then the walls was covereed in blood. LOVeing it. Hope you like mine.

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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 5:15 pm Post subject:

The last two chapters were better and incorporated more humour. Now work on style- try to say things so that they'll be funny. _________________ Chapter 5: The Rendezvous

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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 6:42 pm Post subject:

Jester park is actually the only district with an officail Mod office. Most mods work in a select building. _________________ Sarothen, Mesoli, Gerastro /\___/\ (0)-_-(0) \| \| \//\\/ ? \| \ \| \| \|\|\| \ / \|,\|\|\| ,\|\| \/

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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 1:26 pm Post subject:

Thanks Everyone. Thanks D especially, any hints on style or anything else would be really appreciated.

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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 2:39 pm Post subject:

Chapter 6: Webs, Leather Cloaks, Lecro Oh MY! Or the apperance, rise, and taming of the user called MasterWeaver.

Leaning against a shadow Din had pulled from a nearby corner and suveryed her work.

The walls were painted in a dark marron that matched the deepest scale found on Kalanna Rai. Din had wanted to paint them different shades of near black/gray, but Kalanna Rai wanted marron and gold. In the end, they had compromised. Different shades of marron varying in shade to almost black now covered the walls succesively hiding the stains that once covered them.

Swathed in black fabric that various standing lamps in the room gave off a dim lighting that Dinranwen definetly liked. Her desk once scrubbed ten times with hard lye soap now sparkled, but the chair behind was markedly new. On her desk in two neat piles were the storygames in the district, on in a box and the other with a old dagger of Din's stabbed through their center. On the opposite side of the desk, Din had reluncantly placed a uncomfortably looking wooden chair for the rare vistor.

The Treasury door, cleaned and decorated with a large plake bearer Rai's name, was closed and Din didn't dare enter it. Rai and her had agreed that they would each do their own work and stay out of each others way. So, Din vowed to stay away from that door, afterall she had seen what bobby traps Rai had set in the treasury room and Din wasn't about to chance the fate that lay upon stepping on any of them.

The only question Din had was now what?

So, pulling down her hood Din decided to go out into the city.

Walking around Din was very much surprised to see much had changed during her cleaning spree.

In the new storygames section, a large web of storygame threads had spread to consume most of the area.

Curious Din tread into the new storygames section, very, very carefully.

The Storygames created by a newbie called MasterWeaver who claimed to be a giant leater cloak were everywhere. Most were short and sweet, and truth to say obviously written in a hurry.

What was worse was even as Din watched more and more spiderwebs sprung up everywhere.

Almost but not quite running out of there Din noticed that the New Post Bulletin was unusually full. Din never should have went.

All across the Bulletin spiderwebs spread showing that this MasterWeaver had been extermly active.

As the most misquoted quote in history quotes * Curiousity kill the Dinranwen, Din's curiousity would be her doom in this chapter. Placing a finger on one of her storygames to see what this MasterWeaver had to say, Din was sucked into the board straight to her one and only storygame.

There on the bottom of page three was MasterWeaver's input:

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Good. But throw in a giant chicken and it would be better.

Fading back to the New Post Bulletin, Din checked MW's other post.

Sure enough two responses where always there:

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Lecro would like to be added to this story

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Throw in a giant Chicken.

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Shaking her head saddly, Din hoped this newbie would calm down and settle down quick, nobody would take MW seriously if he didn't improve and make incitive comments/storygames.

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The next day, Din went to council hall to check her P.M box. As the door to her P.M. Box craked upon hundreds of letters **** poured out the door.

Detressed, Din wondered if she really had been gone that long when to her detress she noticed the were all from MW, and they all said one thing.

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Read such and such storygame. It needs input. Why does now one comment on it? Please comment.

*****.

Going to the New Post Board when she noticed to shock that there was a hundred and fifty post even though she was only gone for one day, Din discovered who was the main collprate of these invalent random post. "MasterWeaver."

Just then one of the many minature blue Chess pieces serving Key popped up and gave her a note: "Emergency meeting. See City Council Hall post titled MW's storygames."

Inside Council Hall, everyone was worried about the same thing, MW.

Most found his random comments annoying and his SPAM p.m even more annoying.

What was worse was that MW upon being warned by Chinaren had developed a hate for the Mayor and was now disrepsecting Chinaren's and others authority openly in a forum called Duel!

Taking her usual place in the corner, Din listened as Builders, Mods, and Respected Members worried over MW's exterme hyperactivness.

Suddenly, Chinaren cleared his throat. "Ladies, Gents, and Things of the Council would all take your seats. As you all well know, we are gathered here today to discuss MW."

"I say banish him." Said the foaming mad and drunk Phang who lent heavily against her/it/his demon equalitvant Lordy.

"We can't do that," Allegria chimed. "Afterall, he is still a newbie. He just needs to be taken under someone's wing and taught."

"You can't tame MW. His an inpendent thinker. Besides he's not bad, a little hyperactive and random yes but...to be honest he reminds a little of Chiacutie. Just a lot worse." Someone else chimed from the back of the room. Din couldn't see who it was but their voice sounded vaguely familar.

"The attack of CyberChia 2. Why do I always miss the good stuff?" said an undefinetable voice.

"And he stole my Idearium." Chimed and even drunker than usual Im.

This comment was ignored as everyone knew it was impossible to steal Idearium, it just couldn't possibly ever be done.

"This is all ivelant. I in all my mayoral smartness have decided what to do. We need to catch him and tame MW."

"But I said that," Allegria shouted only to be squashed by a very fat orange fluffy thing in Chinaren's service.

"All we need is someone to do it." Lordy said eagerly rupping his hands at thought of being able to teach the annoying, hyperactive newbie, a lesson or two.

"And I have the perfect people to do it." Chinaren chimed as serval people started to sink marketdly in their seats. "Kalanna Rai, Dinranwen tell us when the job is done."

Rai and her unwilling partner Din tried to weasel out of the job but everyone else the job could be pushed on had already ran away.

"Now what?" Din said her shadowy face taking on the look of worry.

"Sounds like we've going hunting. Have any weapons?"

"A few." Din said mentally counting the daggers, poisions, and various other deadly objects around her person.

"Good. Let's go."

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Rai and Din soon found MW weaving another storygame out of storygame threads.

Sneaking up to him, Rai was just about to place the Leather Cloak in her talons when a rock scattered across the floor having been accidently kicked by Dinranwen.

Sparing a side glare at her co-mod who could only shrug guiltly, Rai made a swift swibe at MW but only to find an empty cloak hanging one talon.

"What in the name of....?"

"Please ingore the giant spider on the ground. Pay no attention to him, he is a figmant of your imaganition." The Giant Tercula like spider said looking nervously to each side.

"MW you're a..." Din said uselessly.

"A spider. Ya I know. You won't tell anyone will you."

Din and Rai promised to never tell but only on a few conditions.....

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"Now it is months later and after intensive therapy the Leather Cloak named MasterWeaver has been released from the Newbie Training Mental Hospital.

Other than a few unidentifable stains on his person, MW seems to have made a full recovery. MW has even made a terrific contribituion to the City, a rpg called Realm.

We only hope this change will take." Bob Mckinskey otherwise known as Thawk Bob sees a thawking mod heading his way and signs off before quickly running the other direction. "This is Bob Mckinskey reporting....AWWWWW!" The cammer zooms on the dropped mic before going black.

"All in a day's work." Rai muttered cleaning her talons. "All in a days work."

"Can you please releae me, now?" Din said from a distant room filled with mouse traps.

"Not until you can cross that room silently." Rai shouted to her co-mod whilst examing her talons carefully.

"OW! Ouch! Hey!" Screams could be heard as several mouse traps snapped on Din's cloak.

"This may take awhile." Rai muttered before sauntering off to find some sheep.

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(1)*[size=small]Actually the saying is Curiosity killed The Cat. However it is the most misquoted quote, the full quote is "Curiousity Killed the Cat, but Satisfaction brought It back."[/size]

(2)**[size=small] Okay, so it isn't an exact quote.

(3)***This however is.

(4)****Okay, so this is an exaggeration, it was actually only five.

(5)*****Not an exact quote, but close.

(6)******Don't you find all these *********** annoying, I do, yet I use them.[/size]

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Notes On Chapters 6: Apologies to MasterWeaver, whose feelings we hope were not hurt during the production of this Chapter. Speaking of MW, we really do feel that MW is a vaulable citzen to the city but at first, I will admit I didn't like MW. Now, however I tolerate MW, as he, his rpg's, and his storygames (some at least) are a real contribution to the City. We hope that MW will take this apology and accept it, as the fact that the apology is really the fact that entire Chapter has been dedicated to MW's arrival. Ifian's are reminded that all events in I'm trying to funny and it's Hilarious are mostly ficitional and are not ment to harm, maim, or insult any and all Ifians. If you have a complaint, take it to the complaint compartment, (cammer zooms to show a serve English nanny wielding a wooden board for uhmmm you know). If any Ifian wish to have themselves placed in the story, simply post here. Ifian's are reminded that Dinranwen Inc. does take clears throat donation, and will be happy to mention any storygames from such clears throat again generous givers. However, everyone is reminded that Hilarious is Dinranwen's story and she can do whatever heart desires in it and with any citzen who happens to wander into her grasp. Thank you and have a nice day. This message has been brought to you by Dinranwen's invisible imaginary legal department paid for by her mostly imaginary riches.

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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 1:36 am Post subject:

I just had to come back. Cool. Great chapter Din. I guess cityofif is addictave and i have only a few miuntes to pare for typing. So i tought id send firstly to hilarious.

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The spider thing? I'm a worldhopper. Sometimes my forms get...jumbled... _________________ Sarothen, Mesoli, Gerastro /\___/\ (0)-_-(0) \| \| \//\\/ ? \| \ \| \| \|\|\| \ / \|,\|\|\| ,\|\| \/

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I did read this earlier! Just forgot to say, nice original chappy. A whole one dedicated to Masterweaver . Well done, more humour added in, and I can imagine Rai and you doing this too

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Be lucky I'm using moustraps and not sewing bells onto the hem of each of your robes. _________________ "It's not just about living forever...the trick is living with yourself forever..." "Music makes you braver."

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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 2:21 pm Post subject:

giggles Lucky indeed. Next chapter will be up as soon as I decide to get to it.

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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 1:13 am Post subject:

I've finally caught up! A nice story Dinny, despite some of your interesting spellings. I like the HEM description. _________________ Neil Hartley Books. My Amazon page.

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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 2:58 pm Post subject:

hehe, that was good... I wonder what's coming next...

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dinranwen wrote:

Going to the New Post Board when she noticed to shock that there was a hundred and fifty post even though she was only gone for one day, Din discovered who was the main collprate of these invalent random post. "MasterWeaver."

When I joined this amount of posts, and more, was actually normal for one day. Sadly the Great Slump has brought these numbers down a lot.
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((The following chapter will probably being boring since I'm following chronicalogical order for the large part...but I want to keep continuance.)) Chapter 7: A turkey, A tree, and A Party! After spending what seemed like enterinity in that room full of mouse traps, Din was surprised to discover only a week had passed. Rai however was even more shocked to discover that Din had finally made it out without making a sound. Seeing the stupidified look on Kalanna's face, Din took the advantage to slip out of the treasury back into her own office. 'Let Rai figure out an explanition on her own,' Din thought, 'There's no need for her to know that I cheated.' Din smiled. Cheat she did. Last night there had been no moon, and no moon meant no light, and no light ment shadows....Din had simply taken advantage of the situation. Peering through the thick curtain Din had placed over the window she had installed just before being locked up in the room, Din was shocked at the mess. Giants dressed up in Turkey Suits were being chased by large silverware that could only be the residents of Jester Park in costume. Silverware and Turkey's could mean only one thing.....Holidays. Din wrinkled her nose. Holidays equated to one thing to her, parties. Parties meant messes, and Din hated a mess. Especially when she always got stuck up with the clean-up. Din hated cleaning up, but not as much as she hated a mess...which stuck her in an interesting situation that ended her up with a feather-duster in her hand. However the truth, Din admited to herself as she let the curtain fall from her hand, the mess after the party wasn't the real reason she didn't like parties. It was the crowds, and worse the lights. How could anyone lurk peacefully when there was sparkles everywhere, people in lampshades, and rude drunks thowing their coctail glasses into the corner? You couldn't. Which is why Din made it a point to never attend any party she wasn't obligated to attend, and when obligated she hovered in the most unused corner in the whole room...the one behind the Exit door. Suddenly Din brightened....she couldn't feel guilty for not going to a party if she wasn't asked. Smiling, Din adjusted her hood, and popped into the nearest corner to jump back to her personal council members quaters. Grabbing a bag, Din hurridely packed everything in the room except the heavy furniture. Not even the curtains, the candles, or books were saved from her hurrieded packing. Luckily, Din acquired the Mary Poppin's Brand Carpret bag from Smee-Bay. Everything in the room fit into the bag, and when she was done, the bag weighed no more than her heaviest winter cloak. Opening a shadow door into the City, Din thought to herself, "I'll be gone before anyone notices." ~ ~ ~ Gone. Yeah right. Her plan had been so simple. Hide in the games section with Rain and Bridgette for a few months, and then come back when it was all over. No one notice, Din thought, and who would think to look for me under their own notices. Unluckily for her, most of the Ifians in the city knew her better than she would have liked. She wasn't five minutes setting up a private lodge when IM stormed in, followed by Rai, followed by Smudge, followed by Morzan, followed by Solus who accompied Jez, then a messenger from Chinaren, followed by a city council member messenger, followed by Whitey, followed by Nightshade, and then lastly an invitation from Lordy to a private elite party. Once the dust cleared, Din discovered she had enough invitations to last her through every holiday event for the next three years, but squeezed into three months. Din groaned. How was she going attend all these invents...and did she even want too? Folding up the now useless lodge in the Games Section, Din trudged her way back to her quaters looking particularly gloomily as she reasoned out the situation. "I don't have to go...." Din thought to herself, as she brushed by several city tourist without really seein where she was going, "I can always say no. But if I say no, let's see what would happen?" IM would probably do nothing. After all he had invited her to the annual holiday rpg ball....but her rpg characters would show up in her quaters and drag her out if she didn't show. Din remember the last time her rpg characters decided she was too boring for them....if she remember right, she got drug to the equalivant of Las Vegas, and if she remembered correctly she had spent most of the night with eyes firmly closed and had awoke the next morning with a huge headache. Din didn't want that to happen....so she would have to go to the Annual Holiday RPG Ball. Rai was easy. Like her rpg characters, Rai would show up and drag her to the party...and none to gently too...saying the whole time her talon's riped a new whole in Din's cloak...."You've spend way to much inside our office...your starting to look pale, and you're a shadow...trust me I'm doing the best for you." Wincing at the thought, Din looked down at her present cloak....a black one with silver stiching. This was the only one left that wasn't stained, riped, or torn. Smudge would grumble. Morzan would ingnore her if he had too, but Din would feel gulty afterwards. Solus.Serpen would poat and give her those puppy dog eyes she couldn't resist. Chinaren would probably sue her or charge her extordinary amounts of fables for showing up to his party, but he would charge her even more if she didn't. She was obligated to attend the Council Member Party simply because she was a Council Member. Nightshade was a newbie who needed to be supported and encoraged...something Din couldn't resist doing. Finally, if she didn't at least show up to Lordy's party he would inivite some of the demons in his charge to a party in her quarters....something Din would like to avoid for her whole life if possible. ~ ~ ~ Din didn't know why she didn't think of it sooner....she would go to the parties. All of the parties. Using shadowy corners Din would travel around the city to each of the parties and spend just enough time at each to be seen and no more. If she calucated correctly, she could spend five minutes at each party for each holiday for a total of an hour. As for the rest of the time, Din planned on locking herself firmly in her office in Jester Park making shadow dummies in her old cloaks. Din planned that if she sewed furiously she could create enough look-a-likes to never ever attend a party again, and that was something Din could definatly live with.

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Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 2:01 pm Post subject:

Great chapter Din. Still needs a bit funny added. Thanks for the small mention. I know I'm a noob here. But I'm defantly not a noob at writing. Still you describe really good and sometimes I forget the meaning of an english word. hehe. but my commen sence kick back in when I read again.

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Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 5:04 pm Post subject:

~Makes notes for Tale of IF2~ Interesting information Dinny. Interesting indeed. _________________ Neil Hartley Books. My Amazon page.

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Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 8:20 pm Post subject:

looks paniced Interesting....panics some more What was interesting? attempts to act calm but fails I said nothing interesting. ~ ~ ~ All jokes aside thanks for the comments everyone. smiles As for my 'interesting spellings', isn't that what Editors are for? Seriously. Not. So far I've been to lazy to run Hilarious through my computer and human spell/grammer checkers...but I'm getting to it.....eventually.

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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 3:32 am Post subject:

Great chappy, but why didn't you say what I would do if you didn't turn up..? Oh yeah. I wouldn't do anything. I remember now. _________________ Tea Cures All.

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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 2:38 pm Post subject:

New chapter will be up soon, I hope. However, this little ditty may be delayed/deleted/rewritten/rethought because of a rather large stroke of genius that occured to me late last night. Although I'm not sure how it will work yet, I may end up starting a new If or rewiring this story so the Idea will work. But on the whole I'm not sure....the idea was one of those sugar inspired I can't sleep inspirations that all was sound good at first but then flop. All in all, I wish I had a ping-pong person around (where's people in the chat when you need them) to bounce the idea off. Well, whether it works/or doesn't....in a few chapters we may all be introduced to a different side of If that only a select few enter.

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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 12:45 pm Post subject:

Now that Ive caught up. Great story Din. Im realy enjoying reading about your view of IF and reading about your experiances. Especialy enjoyed the chapter on MW. What happened to him anyway? (Ive been gone for a few weeks.) Well anyway, keep it up.

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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 3:40 pm Post subject:

A true gem in all the madness of IF! Although, personally, I wouldn't have Chinaren off so easily, but hey, that's just me! Anyhoot, your experience through IF is really interesting and makes some sense out of IF for me. I feel that it is entertaining so far but that you're holding the "rolling on the floor laughs" until later. _________________ [align=center:29f97e41a8][font=Comic Sans MS:29f97e41a8] © 2007-2019 Lilith[/font:29f97e41a8][/align:29f97e41a8]

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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 8:08 pm Post subject:

Lilth said:

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A true gem in all the madness of IF! Although, personally, I wouldn't have Chinaren off so easily, but hey, that's just me! Anyhoot, your experience through IF is really interesting and makes some sense out of IF for me. I feel that it is entertaining so far but that you're holding the "rolling on the floor laughs" until later.

"Rolling on the floor laughs" may just be out of my league Lilth. *smiles* I have a feeling that I may not be able to move past the giggle stage. Besides if what I want to do 'works' this will be moving farther away from the hilarious side and into the 'fantasy' realm...but then again maybe...maybe not.

I was going to add another chapter last week, but I wanted to Edit this first to correct my 'interesting spellings' that Chinaren finds so annoying. *Contemplates on commiting grammactical sucide just to see Chinaren go crazy, after all it would be fun to watch. Very Happy

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However, I seem to be having problems with editing...so while I try to figure it out I may delay the new chapter a wee bit....but and all a new chapter should be up by the end of this week, editing done or not.

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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 12:14 pm Post subject:

Don't commit gramatical suicide, we already have saxonish. _________________ Tea Cures All.

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((note...the Previous Chapter's Title has been changed to Invintations.)) Chapter 8: Hangover! Part 1 Her ploy had worked...after spending a half-hour hanging up her old cloaks in one corner at every party she was suppoused to attend, Din was finally back at Jester Park...which ironically, was the quitest place in If. The year-round celebration had been moved out of the park to Chinaren Hall where, Rumor had it, every ended up gathering. What had started out as a party for piligrims, pumpkins, and candy was now well on it's way to being the longest party ever as the Calender approached the new year. All in all, Din enjoyed the three months of near quite she had enjoyed, flipping on her small orb every now to watch the party go through various ebbs and flows as everyone partied, got drunk, slept, and repeated the previous actions. Her world was quite, and other than stuffing L.A.N.D.I. in the closet a few times, Din didn't have anything really to do. In fact, she hadn't even cleaned....in reality she didn't have to, all Jester Parks storygames had finally been organized in one little and very thin pile after two months of waving her feather duster threatenily in the face of authors who had either dispapeered or had gone on hiatus. Closing her eyes, Din watched the grandfather clock swing it's time while she watched the orb in case anything happened, if she reckoned right, Smee had planned for some fireworks for Today saying loudly that Two Days before the New Year out to be celebrated with just as much joy as New Years itself. Din didn't understand it, but guessed that's what happened when even Smee had too much Dragon Wine, however she still looked forward to the fireworks. Despite her best attempts, a rpg, and a rather lengthy job she was still working on, Din was bored, and dreadfully so. She only wished something would happen. Still it was her own fault, she supposed, if everyone thought she was a party pooper, boring, and unadventurous to boot.....she never really did anything exiciting. Yet Din couldn't help but wish her reputation could have been some what different. No, she didn't like parties, but give her a sword, and point her to the nearest expert swordsman and you would be surprised.... Checking the clock once more, Din sighed. Tugging, and pulling at reluncant shadows, Din made herself a soft temporary bed. Perhaps she could get in a little shut eye before the fire works. ~ ~ ~ Din awoke the next morning to a terrible ponding headache. Raising her head, Din squinted her eyes at the Calender. It was January 1st, and it was noon....she had missed the fireworks! Wait a minuite, why exactly had she slept for the past two days, and why, Din thought as she tried to pick herself up, was she chained to her desk. Fully awake, Din jolted upright as far as she could, and found herself looking straight into the eyes of none other than her Lazy Butler. "You!" Din muttered struggling against her chains. "Aw my dear mistress, I am glad to see I have succesivfully captured the co-mod of Jester Park. If only I could have gotten both of you, but still that Dragoness of yours is a little hard to catch, being an assisin and all." "Why you little Lazy good for nothing Butler? Why I am chained?" "Because Dinranwen, Co-mod of Jester Park, the Clean Happy Mod, I intend to take over as Mod here as soon as I capture our mutal friend Rai. Once I have her, it's simple a matter of killing you both. So sit back and relax, not that you can do anything else, Mwahaha, Mwahaha." L.A.N.D.I. laughed lazily. Din smiled.......and it wasn't exactly a pleasant smile. "I hate to spoil you plans L.A.N.D.I. but you seem to have forgotten something." "Ow, what's that?" "Rai trained me a little to well." Din said just before she disappered, her chains clattering to the floor. "Where's she go?" L.A.N.D.I. said pressing a hidden botton to call his evil clown army. "She didn't go anywhere," Din's voice teased, "Or have you forgotten, that I am a half-shadow, able to blend so well into the shadows that I can only barely been seen, and if not for my body, invisible to most eyes. L.A.N.D.I. turned, giving Din just the oppurinity she needed, popping out of the shadowy corner she had conjured herself to, Din easily overpowered her butler. ~ ~ ~ Ten hours latter Din was stained, battered, and her cloak was torn. Already in a bad mood, it didn't surprise her in the least when she found herself threatening Rai. It didn't surprise much either when she ended up dead a few minutes latter. People don't threaten dragons unless they have a death wish afterall.

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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 2:46 pm Post subject:

Haha! is rolling on the floor laughing This one is entertaining! see I told u were holding the ROFLs back! I can't wait for more! _________________ [align=center:29f97e41a8][font=Comic Sans MS:29f97e41a8] © 2007-2019 Lilith[/font:29f97e41a8][/align:29f97e41a8]

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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 4:32 pm Post subject:

looks over previous Chapter in shock What? What's funny? I don't get it...and I wrote it. Thanks for complement Lilth.

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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 3:57 am Post subject:

Awww... is that the end? _________________ Tea Cures All.

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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 1:45 pm Post subject:

No, whitey, us half-shadows are surprisingly vital. Btw...all credit is given to the last chapter and the next one as they enterally based on the genius of CrunchFrog.

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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 10:37 am Post subject:

Yea!!! clapping hands Great chapter Dinranwenn. Gives parchment-invitation to children of if Feel free to fall in. I'd like to read more of your shadowy-slef. To see you blend into shadows, cut through it like a razor and still manage to excape by the use of shadows, a foremiddable foe indeed-for those who want to attack you- they must watch out. nightshade

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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 1:48 pm Post subject:

Chapter 9: I'm so dead.... Looking glooming into the bottom of her self-reflining tea cup, Din waited not so patienly for it to refill. Slowly but surely the assuring smell of tea with just the right amount of sugar with the perfect color that indicated the perfect amount of milk causing Din to sigh contendly. You know the person who invented the saying, "A cup of tea cures all ills"? ell, yeah, that was Dinranwen. Now, while her bruises and bumps weren't cured by her bottomless cup of tea, the tea did sooth her spirts a little. Glancing up briefly to look around Din surveyed the Bar where a bartender who could have been Bruno's twin diggilently cleaned out the cups used by his enternal customers who sat in the Dead Ifians Tavern. ~ ~ ~ Oh, did I forget to mention, I was dead, well, I am so deal with it. ~ ~ ~ Groaning miserably, Din pressed her cup of tea back into Bronu's hands. "Make it apple and orange spice this time, Bronu, okay?" Grunting, Bronu set down his towel to look signicficantly at his new customer. "Bruno told me that's what you drank when you were gloomy. What's wrong?" Lifting up her hooded head, Din spared a glare at the barkeep. "What's Wrong! What's Wrong! I'll tell you what's wrong! I'm dead, that's whats wrong." "Humph," Bronu snorted fixing Dinranwen's tea, "I thought the twins had explained that too you. As long as your status is active in If, your still very much alive Dinranwen. No matter how much Rai wants youd dead." Accepting her tea cup but not touching it, Din glared into it. "Yes, but my body is still very much dead, Bronu, and without having a body I can't access If. And without access to If, it won't be too long before I become permantly inactive." Twirling suddenly to throw a dagger into the heart of a fly that had been bugging her Din felt her chest expand and contract with a storm of anger and boredom. "I was bored. That's all. Bored and Curious, the two things that get me in trouble every single time. When I'm bored, I do stupid things, when I'm curious I get careless. Let's say the combination wasn't good for my health." Bronu grunted in response eyeing the dagger in his wall that Din had thrown. Settling down, Din sighed making a gesture into the shadows to recall the dagger back to her. There was a flicker, and Din's dagger was back in her hands and then it disappered to somewhere underneath her cloak it's persence no longer noticable. All this happen before the fly's carcass hit the floor on the other side of the room. Muttering something about, "More like her every day...it won't be too long now," Bronu nooded to indicate his was listening and thankful he no longer had to remove the dagger from the wall. "Bronu, you know Rai and I are close. You know I didn't mean anything by it. And you and I both know that being trapped in the Afterlife is going to make me very, very, bored. You also know you don't want that to happen?" Din said warming her shadowy hands on the tea cup, "Isn't there I can do about my death?" Grunting, Bronu only hestitated until he saw a shiny golden fable flicker in Dinranwen's hands. Leaning close, he accpeted the coin and began to talk. "You are a half-shadow right?" "Yes." "So shadows don't die. Humans do but there shadows don't. You should know that as well as I do. If there was some way you could get back, you should be able to retake your shadow form. Only you won't be a half-shadow any longer, only shadow." Din smiled, lifting her tea cup and almost purring as she sipped the warm spicy flavors. Lifting her cheery lips from her glass, Din's voice purred in content as she asked her next question. "But how do I get back?" "I don't know, but Muabib will. In thanks for his service in If, and because of his repuation he was sort of placed in charge of this quarter of the Realm of Dead Ifians. If anyone knows it would be him." "Thanks Bronu, I'll say hi to your brother, and thanks for the tea." Walking over to were Muabib had recently returned from the backroom, Din placed her hands on her hips. "Muabib," Din said her voice still honey sweet from her last drink of tea, "We need to talk." ~ ~ ~ Several hours later, Din walked out of the backroom from the tuture of Muabib with a chilly smile on her face. There was a grace and step in his step that was almost frightening to behold. Din...well, let's just say Din was no longer bored. Grabbing Smudger, Din hitched her way out of the place taking temporary hold of Bridgette's form to return to If to continue her adventures. ~ ~ ~ It was too bad she hadn't stayed however, because minutes later, Muabib immerged limping but smiling. Bronu with sharp eyes strided over to the mummy wrapped Ifian. "You didn't tell her the truth did you?" "No. First she tries to force me to the truth with that cheap potion of hers, which btw didn't work and tasted awfull. Second, she tutures me, which although painful wasn't totally unpleasant." Shoving Muabib into the wall, Bronu glared at him, "You're lucky she left. Us bartenders have been slipping her a little something extra in that tea of hers, it shouldn't be too long now before the effects go into full swing." Knocking Muabib's head into the wall a second time, Bronu let Muabib from his grasp. "Besides, foolish Ifian, that shadow is a close and personal friend of a certain dragoness. And nobody messes with Din unless it's Rai, or someone under Rai's orders....and you're not one of them. Let's just hope for you're sake that Rai never, never, ever, Dies because if she does, she's going to make the rest of you're afterlife miserable." Walking away, Bronu went back to his counter where he very carefully cleaned Dinranwen's cup placing on a separated peg. Then with gloves, a mask, and a pair of tongs, Bronu replaced a bottle into a steel locked box. A bottle that his twin had passed onto him with some instructions from their chief customer Kalanna Rai. People, even dead people, didn't mess with Dragons unless they were extermly mentally sick.

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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 2:55 pm Post subject:

Hey, Din. Remind me to never piss you off or be around you when you're bored. Lol! No funnies this time (except the torture of Muadibb, he he he!) but still interesting and quite an enjoyable tale. _________________ [align=center:29f97e41a8][font=Comic Sans MS:29f97e41a8] © 2007-2019 Lilith[/font:29f97e41a8][/align:29f97e41a8]

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I agree it is a most enjoyable tale. I like it when ever there is suspence in a story. I hope to see more from your side of the tail. nightshade

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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 4:26 am Post subject:

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Muabib

You've spelt this one wrong consistantly. Muadibb.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 6:38 am Post subject:

lol!! Last time I looked, it was Muaddib! That guy really gets it, fictionally speaking, doesn't he? I only ever saw him pop up once in Chat, and never seen him post since I've been here, what's the poor guy done to you, Din? Have just caught up with it now... There is some great stuff in there. I like! You should call this Memoirs of a Half Shadow or something like that...

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((Okay, the timeline skips around a bit in this chapter, but bear with me!)) Chapter 10: The Invasion of the Newbies "And that's how we saved If, healed the Soul Well, and put Lordy's needlessly complicated plan on ice once again...." Din finished proudly sipping at her steamy cup of tea as she watched the expression of Nightshade. "Ah, Din," Nightshade said uncertainly as she twirled a drink she called 'The Blue', "You seem to have forgotten some parts of your story." Blinking unseen underneath her hood, Din smiled, "Did I now? Which part would that have been?" "Well, um, the Middle, and the End actually?" "Oh, is that all?" Din said sweetly as she slid her tea cup to Bruno for a refill. "I must be getting forgetfull. I suppose that's what I get for dying ya know." "But Din..." Nightshade whinned companily only to be silenced by the sound of the bell attached to the cat collar she wore around her neck. "Bother," Nightshade muttered sliding off her stool, "Duty calls. I better get before my new clients decide to go to Rai." Nightshade said shifting into the form of a gaint panther. Dinranwen shook her head. There would truly be no rest for Crystalnightshade for the next two million years if the second rate assisin ever wanted be close to competing with Rai. Looking around the now empty chat room, Din sighed contendly as Bruno gently handed her the refill she had ordered. Finally, peace and quiet........ Suddenly the door to the Chat room burst open in a roar of purple smoke, coughing, Din waved her hands and squinted her eyes to see what all the noise was about. "Phang," Din hissed slipping off her bar stool silently as she trotted carefully but quickly to the nearest shadow. Figures the Queen of Demons, the terror of the terrors, the female emboidment of evil, the Lady of Chaos would show up just when Din was planning a relaxing afternoon of tea and storygame reading. Despite her best attempts to merge into the shadows unseen, Phang spooted Din and made to come over to Din's own personal shadowy corner. Muttering under her breath, Din gritted her teeth and smiled, Phang wasn't alone. In fact, hidden by the smoke of Phang's enterance were two figures whose giant red name tags betrayed them for what they were, Newbies. "Greetings." Din said raising her cowl to hopefully catch a good glimsp at the new memembers of the city. "Hi." said the taller of the two as a pair of wings dimly fluttered in the smoke. "Hey." said the other who Din couldn't quiet see. "Shadow, meet Lily," Phang said pointing to the redhead fairy who wore a opalcent green dress. Waving the red-head fairy fluttered her wings once more before settling down at the bar, "It's nice to meet you," the fairy said, "And my name's really Lilth, but I suppose you can call me Lily, everyone else does," she said looking significantly at Phang. Quickly ordering a cup of French Vanilla tea lotsa sugar please from Bruno, the fairy continued polietly, "And this my Sati," Lilth said gesturing at the figure next to Phang, "Liana." "Welcome to the City, Lily, Liana." Din said taking a good look at Liana for the first time as the smoke finally cleared as Bruno opened a window. Liana was shorter than Lily, but not by much, the girl had the blackish grey hair of a female wolf and the intelligent yellow eyes to match. However, she wore the blue gown of a soceress, and the wolvine moon pendant of a shape changer. Although Din couldn't quiet put on a finger on her personality, she soon learned that Liana whatever else she was, was flighty and fun. ~ ~ ~ A few weeks past and Din met other unfamilar figures in the Chatroom.... Chemi who Din rarely saw. Sunburst, the gutitar playing hippie who loved the shadows just as much as she did. And a few other people and faces Din couldn't even remember. Then it happened. It was one of those days when Phang was in the chatroom, A day of chaos and too many personailities. Sasuke, the half-dragon, was also there, so Din should have known there would be trouble. However, she couldn't stay for long. Camyre had escaped from her storygame and it was only with the help of Rai that Din barely managed to put her back into the storygame. When Din came back.....the Chatroom was gone. "Who did this?" Din said threatenily when she spotted Sasuke in the corner of her eye trying to escape. Pinning the half-dragons shadow down, Din glared at Sasuke, "What have you done!"

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Quickly ordering a cup of French Vanilla tea lotsa sugar please from Bruno, the fairy continued polietly, "And this my Sati," Lilth said gesturing at the figure next to Phang, "Liana."

It's spelled saati.... two a's. Otherwise, loved the chappy especially with the ending of Sasuke's trouble-making. *catches the look everyone else is giving her* Okay, so I helped make the trouble by encouraging him but it was HIS bright idea to blow the chatroom up! Anyhoot,I hope you keep up with this Din and I am glad you finally decided to post a new chappy! Wink

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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 3:41 pm Post subject:

Still an enjoyable read still. The change of IF in your own eyes compared to anothers is always so suprising... But on a side note, why would you need a bartender to fill a self-filling teacup! It doesnt make sense. That I find, is very funny though. Actualy laughed after thinking about it...I know I have questionable sence of humour. Keep it up Din.

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Chapter 11: Sweet and Spicy Tea Cups A cowering Sasuke met slowly explained to her what happened leaving out several details. Gathering the jist of the thing, Dinranwen looked around and noticed a solid wood wall running just behind the rubble of the former Chat Room. Sighing in relief, Din realized that she must have wondered into the games district by mistake. Smiling secretly under her hood, Din checked her laughter and frowned down at Sasuke. So, she was in the games district but that still didn't mean she couldn't have a little bit of fun at Sasuke's expense. "You're lucky Rai's got dibs on you Sasuke," Din growled barely restraining herself from shaking the dimwit half-dragon the cowered before her. "I'd like the chatroom. Bruno was the only one who made a decent cup of tea, now if you excuse me, I'm going to search for a cup of tea." Heading towards the nearest shadow, Din observed the Fairy and the Half-Dragon discretly out of view. Feeling around her cloak, Din soon found just what this situation needed. A genuine shadow cloak Dinranwen puppet. Din had finally managed to iron out the wrinkles in the spell that allowed her to temporarily animate her old cloaks with some of her personality and shadowy power. This one she had pre-set to battle mode and Din had been keeping for a situation that, like this one, had gotten to chaotic. Uttering the silent rune that inactiviated the program, the real Dinranwen handed her empty shell of a cloak a cup of tea and shoved out back towards Sasuke and Lilth. Noticing that IM had arrived, Din was certain the pair would have fun with their little game wheither or not they realized that it was a game or not. Satisfied with her work, Din made her slow way across the game district being careful to actually walk across the district. To transport herself amoung the shadows of the Games district would be simply asking for trouble and with her spare animited self gone, Din preferred the safer side of things. Nodding to Hak who was guarding the Games district for the day, Din made her way to her little hole in the wall that Chinaren had the guts to call a Mansion. Her room in the Council Hall wasn't much. In fact it was barely there at all, but opening the door to inviting shadows and dim flickering lights of small orbs which lined the wall so as to look like moon and stars, Din sighed in content. This was home. It wasn't much of a home to be sure, but then again, beggers couldn't be choosers. She already threatened the Dear Old Mayor once and while the threatening had been neccesary she had no wish to threaten Chinaren again. Threaten Chinaren once and your an angry enctric, threaten Chinaren twice and your a threat that needs to be either controlled or elimantied. Rai was simply to be busy to guard her back if Din threatened Chinaren a second time. Speaking of Rai. Walking over to a wall, Din pushed a couple of bottons and pulled a couple of strings that raised her bed up into a wall and lowered a small old fashion desk. On the desk, pinned by a dagger artisically stained with blood that Din could only hope was fake was a note from Rai. Sitting down behind her desk, Din read aloud "Dear Din, Greetings Shadow and co-mod. If you have recieved this note, it means that I am going to suddenly have to disappear for a while. I can not tell you where I have gone nor will I leave. I have left a Rai automaited robot in the games distrcit for emergency use Only! Once people know that I'm gone. Say nothing of this note! I will be back when I can. Sincerly, Kalanna Rai." Looking up in shock, Rai was going to leave? Where to? And when? And what was she going to do without her co-mod? Turning the note over Din read, "P.S. Don't Panic. Take care of the Treasury. Don't touch the Green Botton. And Don't you dare to do anything that I wouldn't do. Sincerly, Rai" Take Care of the Treasury! Din screamed and ran to the nearest shadow. This was too much...she simply could not handle this. What was she going to do? Running through the shadow realm, Din raced to the Real Chat room and relived to find it unharmed and unexploded. Sitting down to a cup cup of whatever tea was spicy enough to knock her socks off and sweet enough to make her drunk, Din drowned in sorrows in the endlessly refills provided by Bruno who refused her coin with a simple shack of his hand. Aw that was just like Rai, thought Din, gulping down her tea as quickly as she could without burning herself, always thinking of me. Must of known that would have come here. Tearing up, Din laid her head on the bar on the counter and cried her eyeballs out. Rai was such a good friend to her! However if anybody had asked her what was wrong, she would have simply wailed through the tears with an helpless gesture towards her tea, "I Need More Tea!" ((More next time in the Memories of a Half-Shadow, and find out what happened when Dragon's Went Missing)

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Chapter 11: Sweet and Spicy Tea Cups

A cowering Sasuke met slowly explained to her what happened, leaving out several details. Gathering the jist of the thing, Dinranwen looked around and noticed a solid wood wall running just behind the rubble of the former Chat Room.

Sighing in relief, Din realized that she must have wandered into the games district by mistake. Smiling secretly under her hood, Din checked her laughter and frowned down at Sasuke. So, she was in the games district but that still didn't mean she couldn't have a little bit of fun at Sasuke's expense.

"You're lucky Rai's got dibs on you Sasuke," Din growled barely restraining herself from shaking the dimwit half-dragon that(corrected)cowered before her. "I'd like the chatroom. Bruno was the only one who made a decent cup of tea, now if you excuse me, I'm going to search for a cup of tea."

Heading towards the nearest shadow, Din observed the Fairy and the Half-Dragon discretly out of view. Feeling around her cloak, Din soon found just what this situation needed. A genuine shadow cloak Dinranwen puppet.

Din had finally managed to iron out the wrinkles in the spell that allowed her to temporarily animate her old cloaks with some of her personality and shadowy power. This one she had pre-set to battle mode and Din had been keeping for a situation that, like this one, had gotten to(add another "o" chaotic.

Uttering the silent rune that inactiviated the program, the real Dinranwen handed her empty shell of a cloak a cup of tea and shoved out back towards Sasuke and Lilth. Noticing that IM had arrived, Din was certain the pair would have fun with their little game wheither or not they realized that it was a game or not.

Satisfied with her work, Din made her slow way across the game district, being careful to actually walk across the district. To transport herself amoung the shadows of the Games district would be simply asking for trouble and with her spare animited self gone, Din preferred the safer side of things.

Nodding to Hak who was guarding the Games district for the day, Din made her way to her little hole in the wall that Chinaren had the guts to call a Mansion.

Her room in the Council Hall wasn't much. In fact it was barely there at all, but opening the door to inviting shadows and dim flickering lights of small orbs which lined the wall so as to look like moon and stars, Din sighed in content. This was home.

It wasn't much of a home to be sure, but then again, beggers couldn't be choosers. She already threatened the Dear Old Mayor once and while the threatening had been neccesary she had no wish to threaten Chinaren again. Threaten Chinaren once and your an angry enctric(think you man "ecentric", threaten Chinaren twice and your a threat that needs to be either controlled or elimantied.

Rai was simply to be busy to guard her back if Din threatened Chinaren a second time.

Speaking of Rai.

Walking over to a wall, Din pushed a couple of bottons and pulled a couple of strings that raised her bed up into a wall and lowered a small old fashion desk. On the desk, pinned by a dagger artisically stained with blood that Din could only hope was fake was a note from Rai.

Sitting down behind her desk, Din read aloud

"Dear Din,

Greetings Shadow and co-mod. If you have recieved this note, it means that I am going to suddenly have to disappear for a while. I can not tell you where I have gone nor will I leave. I have left a Rai automaited robot in the games distrcit for emergency use Only!

Once people know that I'm gone. Say nothing of this note! I will be back when I can.

Sincerly,

Kalanna Rai."

Looking up in shock, Rai was going to leave? Where to? And when? And what was she going to do without her co-mod?

Turning the note over Din read,

"P.S. Don't Panic. Take care of the Treasury. Don't touch the Green Botton. And Don't you dare to do anything that I wouldn't do.

Sincerly,

Rai"

Take Care of the Treasury!

Din screamed and ran to the nearest shadow. This was too much...She simply could not handle this.(should be "!") What was she going to do?

Running through the shadow realm, Din raced to the Real Chat room and (was) relived to find it unharmed and unexploded. Sitting down to a cup cup of whatever tea was spicy enough to knock her socks off and sweet enough to make her drunk, Din drowned in sorrows in the endlessly refills provided by Bruno who refused her coin with a simple shack of his hand.

Aw...that was just like Rai, thought Din, gulping down her tea as quickly as she could without burning herself, always thinking of me. Must of known that would have come here.

Tearing up, Din laid her head on the bar on the counter and cried her eyeballs out.

Rai was such a good friend to her!

However if anybody had asked her what was wrong, she would have simply wailed through the tears with an helpless gesture towards her tea, "I Need More Tea!"

((More next time in the Memories of a Half-Shadow, and find out what happened when Dragon's Went Missing)

lol, I liked the chapter and Rai's leaving? Too bad, I wanted to steal one of her scales to Mold a Draconik, but I'll use Fear's scales instead. :p

Um, above is just a little correction thing. All the bold are either spelling mistakes or stuf that shouldn't be there and in the parenthesis are suggestions.
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Greetings and Welcome Player of Fates. Thanks for the heads up on the spelling and other errors, I'll make sure to run this latest chapter through spellcheck again. Also, this entire story is being written in retro-spective, meaning all the chapters are events that happened in the past. For example, Rai has already returned from her 'vacation' but in the story, she's just leaving, and according to my notes, Lily the Fairy Queen of the Fantasy Forest is still a lowly commoner in this latest chapter. All shall be made clear next chapter as I hope to catch up with some more 'current' events so I can end this thing soon.

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Chapter 12: Dragons Amiss Rai was true to her word. She didn't leave immediately, indeed Dinranwen often saw the dragoness sulking around the city in the back allies and in the corners of chat. Then one day, it happened. Rai was gone without a word. For days, Din kept the fact that she had received a bloody danger pinned to her desk with Rai's signature indicating that the dragon had left...with no telling when she would come back. Din spent most of the next few days, no weeks actually crying and whimpering weakly under her desk. She was nothing without her co-mod. Din would have spent the rest of Rai's vacation hiding under her desk if it had been for one thing...the first of the month. Rent was due and sure enough the Treasurer Lordy came around to collect the rent. ~~~ "Go away," Din whimpered as she heard the hunk of the Hem office buildings doorbell. Her visitor however had other idea. "Let me in..."came the growl of all too familiar voice that Din had learned to loath in some ways and respect in others, but that respect was mostly due to the fact that one didn't mess with demons let alone daemons when you were only half a shadow. "No." Din growled in an uncharastic tone. "I'm coming in Dinranwen..." the voice threatened. "Go ahead and try...the maze has stumped others...we've already lost 10 tourist this month and it's been slow this time of year." "Ah...but Dinranwen, you forget," the was a fog of mist and flare of fire and suddenly the demon Lordofthenight stood in front of her in a suit, "Your not the only one with a key you know." Crawling out from underneath her desk, Din straightened her cloak and lowered her hood of her tear stained face. "What do you want Lordy?" Din mumbled miserably. "The rent, of course, Rai always knows I collect it this time of the month." "I do...doo...don't have it," Din wailed sinking into a terrible lump on her desk. "What?" Lordy shouted standing taken aback by this unusual display of emotion from Din. "Din take it easy, breath...now tell me why don't you have the rent." Wordlessly Din pointed at the dagger in her desk. Looking at Lordy nodded, he had received a dagger or two in his time, admittedly most of his daggers managed to narrowly miss his head but still, he knew what the dagger meant. "Gone on another vacation has she?" Din nodded. "I see," Lordy cleared his throat and shifted his feet, "I'll collect the rent this month, but next month you better have it...or else." Although Lordy added his usual threat, Din could tell he had no heart behind it. ~ ~ ~ The Madness of May “Chinaren, I’m warning if you don’t open these doors!” Dinranwen yelled pulling on the handles of Chinaren Hall so they shook. Dinranwen was standing in front of the very brightly lit front lawn. Apparently she had threatened shaving Chinaren, and Lordy had warned him that Din not Rai would be collecting rent, the greedy orange fuzz ball had flood lights installed. Din stood helpless in the front lawn with no way of direct transport huddled up underneath the folds of her cloak like a vampire afraid of sunlight. Above her, Chinaren opened a window to poke out his furry little head, “Ah, Dinranwen,” Chinaren said as if this was the first time he saw her for sometime, “I’m sorry I can’t talk to you personally, but after all I have….things to do, babies to eat, girls to greet, and the other usual mayoral campaigning stuff. You know to thank people for Voting for ME! Chinaren the Responsible Choice if You want to live!” “Chinaren, I’m warning if I don’t collect that rent, Lordy’s going to kill me next month...” “Oh I see, in that case come back next month and we’ll discuss the details.” With that Chinaren shut the window leaving Dinranwen kicking at the door. “Chinaren!” Din screamed, “Chinaren! You come back here…don’t make me come in there….” Sighing Dinranwen gave up with a shrug, she had three more weeks until June and in the meantime, she had things to do herself. ~ ~ ~ “For the last time Feyrvex,” Dinranwen said calmly talking to the Nightmare for Rai’s Eld Journeys, “Put the knife down slowly, and back away.” “But why?” The nightmare inquired, “Please Dinranwen, their getting on my nerves…this one pees herself all the time, and the others…” the nightmare spat and raised the knife she was holding in front of Penny’s throat come a little closer. “No, Feyrvex,” Dinranwen said calmly as she eased her way over to were the other two characters were tied and gagged for their own execution. “For the last time, your story isn’t done yet, and you can’t kill them until the story is finished…” The nightmare lowered her weapon and brighten visibly, “Then I can kill them.” “No.” “Can I torture them?” “No.” “Can I hang by their ankles?” “No.” “Can I stretch them a little?” “No.” “But can I…” Cutting the nightmare off before she could finish the list of things Dinranwen was sure that Feyrvex wanted to do with her co-characters, Din simply said, “No, No, and No! Now I’ll tell you what, why don’t you let these three free and I let you lurk free around Jester Park for an hour or two as long as you promise not kill any of the members of the city?” “Can I kill the tourist?” “Only two, we’re starting to get questions from the council about the large amount of disappearances around here lately.” “Ahhh, but Din Rai would let me have at least four to play with.” Din sighed as she stood with her arms crossed watching Penny and the other characters flee back into the safety of their storygame away from the Nightmare. “And I’m not Rai, and I am only let you having two. But I’ll increase your hour to two, but by the end of two hours, you better have your but back in this storygame before I find a stupidum cage to lock you into till Rai comes back.” “Yes Dinranwen,” the nightmare intoned just before running away happily switching to her nightmare form to scare the clowns and other tourist around the area. Dinranwen just shook her head at the nightmare and escorted herself to the nearest shadow, why did she feel like it was going to be a very long day. ~ ~ ~ How did those blasted Lab Rats escape? Din could have sworn she had locked them in their cages after what happened with that tourist the last time they got loose. Din shuddered, she was still having nightmares. All around her, Din could spot the products of their work. The Clowns were turning purple with green polka-dots. The bearded ladies beards had come detached and were chasing the ladies they had grown on. The Popcorn in the Popcorn Popper had swollen to three times its original size and tasted like a mix in-between old Gym socks and the beer at Don’t Dare Me Twice Tavern at the end of Dead End Alley. And was that a tourist that was growing a third arm? It was time to see the Lab Rats. Fortunately there was only one place rats would hide. No not in the sewers, not even Rats would dare enter with that hydra lurking around recently. So that meant only one place fool enough, only one place sticking enough, only one place dirty enough to contain the Lab Rats: Lady McCree’s Tea House, the only living contender to Jake’s Tea House, located on Twisted Sweetheart Lane. Taking a deep breath, Dinranwen paused only for a moment to grab a large carpet bag just in case she found any interest poisons at the Tea House. ~ ~ ~ Din stepped out of the shadows and into one of the most dreaded places in all of If, and the only place dreadful enough to host the Lab Rats. Din stepped from the world of shadows into the world of….DoomDOOMdoomDoomDOOM Pink! Pink, pink everywhere. Light pink, pretty pink, baby pink, hot pink, pastel pink, bunny slipper pink, floral pink, rosy pink, all the shades of pink one can imagine filled the room. It covered the walls, it covered the tables, it made up the furniture, it was the color of the shag carpet, and it was even in the bunny slippers and pink silk coats the guest were made to wear by Lady McCree. The dizzying floral scent filled the room overwhelming Dinranwen’s senses and threatened to send her running to the door for a breath of fresh air. But what made it worse was what was going on the stage. Even as Din stood there in a shadowy pink semi-shadow, a little girl known as Lady McCree permentally at the age of ten was hosting a Tea Party with stuffed animals whose beady little eyes seem to watch everything all at once with several willing and not so willing guest. The not so willing guest being tourist who had been stuffed into some party dresses, tiaras, and boas before being tied to chairs with some delicate looking pink lace. The willing guest being the Lab Rats who were sipping what Lady McCree called tea with every sign of enjoyment. “Ah, Dinranwen, gladly to see you joined us, won’t you have some tea?” Din could have killed the Lab Rat who had announced her presence. Trying to conceal her shuddering, Din stepped out of the shadows, and tried not to take a breath before she said, “I’m here to talk.” “But Dinny…” Lady McCree whined slipping of the wicker chair far to large for a child of her size, “You simply must join us for tea.” Din braced herself, “No thank you.” Lady McCree’s nostril’s flared, several of the ‘guests’ eyes widened, and all the little stuffed animals turned their little fluff filled heads to stare at her. “What did you say?!?” Lady McCree said childish voice thrilling dangerously high. “I said no thank you, my Lady, I will take no tea today, but I have brought you a present.” Din watched as her words took on their desired affect as she reached inside the carpet bag to reveal a pink wrapped box topped with a large pink bow. “You brought me a present?” Lady McCree laughed clapping her hands happily. “I did. And I also brought you my best sugar cookies for your table made with red sprinkles on top.” “OH,” Lady McCree said her little grubby hands reaching for the present Din held just out of reach. “Yes,” then stopping to hand the girl her present, “I made it the sprinkles by mixing Red Cap grown under the glow of the full moon with the arsenic sugar, and I know you know what that means.” “Yes, their very good for my” here the girl cleared her voice as her fingers unwrapped the present to reveal the original pink rubber ducky, “Guests.” “I know.” “What do you want in return?” The girl asked shrewdly hugging the rubber ducky tight only to find to her delight that instead of quaking it hissed like a cobra. “To sit at your table at peace. I have some business to discuss with the Lab Rats.” ”Oh, why?” the girl said reaching out to take the tray of cookies from Din’s hands, “There my best customers, and my customers don’t like being bothered.” “Because,” here Din lowered her voice further, “They have been very, very, very bad boys.” Lady McCree’s eyes widened before the ten year old turned to glare at the Lab Rats. “I don’t like Bad Boys. Bad Boys pull my braids, make fun of pink clothes, and go to dirty places to do naughty things.” “Yes,” Dinranwen comforted the girl, “And that’s why I must talk to them, just trust Dinranwen she will give them their spanking and make them be good boys.” “Okay! But you simply must come here much more often and tell me how you ever got the Red Cap to grow under the full moon, I can barely manage to keep mind alive under a shaving of the moon’s light.” “I will Lady McCree, but only on the condition that you never make me drink or eat anything at your table, and that we share our secrets willingly. You are the most prized poisoner in the city, my dear, and I would hate to have to shop for my poisons I can’t grow anywhere else in the city.” Lady McCree nodded eagerly before skipping back to the table whistling Mr. Bluebird and then sitting at her place at the head of the Table. “Tis agreed Mistress Dinranwen, do you need a spanking instrument,” Lady McCree said holding up a pink barbed whip that the bear next to her had handed her. “No thank you, I brought my own. I’m a little attached to it.” Dinranwen said bringing out a traditional leather whip, “My opposite from FI sent to me as an If day present when I sent her one of my cloaks.” ”I understand,” the little girl nodded and the smiled brightly, “I like my little Tiddlywinks myself, and I would certainly never use another’s unless I absolutely had too!” Suddenly the little girl clapped her hands causing her army of stuffed animals to stand to attention, “Escort to Lab Rats to the Rose Teaching Room, our guest Dinranwen needs to speak to them privately.” The Lab Rats winced as they heard the words Teaching Room but let themselves be escorted out of the room by the stuffed animals while casting fearful glances at Dinranwen who seemed to come under friendly terms with Lady McCree. ~ ~ ~ A few hours later, Dinranwen raised the pink lace curtain that lead to the Teaching Room and watched the Lab Rats take their places very gingerly on their seats. Smiling at Lady McCree, Dinranwen took her place at the table in front of the Lab Rats. “Tell everyone your very sorry for being bad boys,” Din intoned at the Lab Rats. “We were bad boys for using innocent people as experiments, we are bad boys, we are sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry. Very sorry.” “Good, now are you going to be good boys,” Dinranwen purred popping a leaf she had instructed from one of her pockets in her mouth and chewing it like a cookie. “We will be good boys. We will first fix all the malformed residents and tourist of Jester Park. Afterwards, We will only use our talents to serve our Moderators, we will only use our talents to punish Bad Boys and Girls, and We promise to help Lady McCree at her Tea House for Free. We will be Good Boys!” “Oh, Dinny,” Lady McCree said clapping her hands, “Well done, very well done indeed. And you gave me another present too! More animals to help my guests. Are they any good at torturing, poisoning, and generally making everything a more pleasant pink world?” ”Dreadfully so,” Din said, “Now I must be going, although I must say before I leave that its very clever of you to boil Witch’s Wart to make your guest weak, sleepy, and then eternally loyal to you.” “But may I also compliment you of your use of the candied leaves from the root of the Crooked Liver Strangler to counteract the effects of the Witch Wart.” Dinranwen simply smiled and then glancing at Lady McCree Din curtsied deeply. Nodding at each other the two poisioners knew they would be the best of friends, even if their taste in tea varied greatly. ~ ~ ~ After the episode with the Lab Rats, a lull came over Jester Park broken only by the sound of the continual laughter and noise of the fair that continual took place there. Din was enjoying the silence and she had even met a few more people, including one Shakespearean poetic one named Crossfire who in exchange for a night spent exchanging a battle of wits sent her a box of cloaks which Din so desperately needed. Meanwhile, Lilith the Fairy Queen Mod of Fantasy Forest since Smee’s retirement and Din had become close friends, and often were seen comforting each other after Rai’s disappearance in the comfort of the Chat Room. It was one such day as the days of May slowly began to give way to the oncoming June, that Din realized she had a problem. Chinaren was still refusing to let her collect her rent, and Din had also noticed that Chinaren had planted several light shining sun flowers all around his mansion. The Newly elected Mayor obviously didn’t want her collecting her rent. Noticing her frown, Lilith pushed over a cup of tea towards Din. “What’s wrong?” Din frowned and sipped the tea tentatively, “Just Mod stuff, rent’s almost due, and it always reminds me of who is not here.” “Don’t mention it,” Lilith replied after whipping tearful eyes with a Kleenex. “Anything I can help with?” “Not unless you know a way to untie the Gordon’s Knot.” Din sighed looking deeply into her cup of tea. “Sorry, I don’t know how to message that one out.” Lily said sighing kindly accepting another cup of vanilla tea extra sweet no milk from Bruno. “Oh, it’s not that kind of knot, you see there was an old legend…about Alexander the Great,” Din’s eyes widened and she hastily finished her tea, “All I need is a sword, and I know just where to find one.” “Well, if sure then,” Lily said waving to the departing shadow. “I'm sure!” Dinranwen smiled and waved back at Lilith, she knew just where she needed to go, but first she needed to stop by her garden…. ~ ~ ~ Lady McCree turned the precise moment Din waltzed her way out of the shadows. “Ah, Din, it’s been far too long.” “I’m sorry Lady McCree but I wanted to wait until my Lazadria bloomed so that I can bring you the results.” “A Lazadria?!?” Lady McCree stuttered indicating a seat for Dinranwen to take. “Bu…Bu…But I’ve only heard of that in legends and it’s nearly impossible to bloom.” Smiling, Dinranwen sat next to Lady McCree and set the small wicker basket in front of her indicating Lady McCree to refrain from touching the basket. “I know, it’s a very dangerous plant in itself, and while I am keeping the bloom and the fruits for my self, I managed to obtain one of the five seeds the bloom brings, and have already planted it in a safe pot. Don’t let the plain dirt fool you, it’s very dangerous even now.” Frowning, Dinranwen made a few signs on the table, and the fabric covering the wicker basket cast itself off and then proceeded to disappear suddenly. Making a few more signs, and muttering a few words Lady McCree could not hear, Dinranwen managed to levitate the clay pot so it hung mid air slowly spinning. “Now, you must be very careful with this. The seed at this state only it’s the purest of meats, preferably the meat from a young animal, and slain the same day it’s feed. The plant itself, you know is canirevous, but will eventually slay and capture it’s only prey if you let it vine. The trick to a successful bloom of course is to never let the plant vine around anything but the ivory of an elephants tusk that was bleached by the light of the half-moon.” “But still it will take hundreds, no thousands of years for it to bloom, and when it does the gas the bloom releases is extremely deadly and will kill you immediately.” Lady McCree said clearly desiring the plant for herself despite it’s difficulty’s. “Oh there’s a few trick to this plant that you don’t know, but I will teach everything about this plant so that it will bloom much faster without deadly results to its owner. The trick of course is to convince the plant that your its mother, and I know everything there is about that, I’ve already successively raised both the more fierce female plant, and the smaller but deadlier male plant, so I can teach everything there is to know about this plant.” “Why do you offer this priceless thing to me?” “One, because I am your friend and I desire to remain so, two because I have no room in my small poison garden to plant any of the seeds, not to mention this one which if the female wasn’t lying will bare twin female Lazadria in time.” “Twins!?!” Lady McCree squealed, clapping her hands quietly, “Din you are truly a mistress of your art.” “Try not to tell anyone dear, no one knows my art, and I rather it remains that well,” pausing Din continued, “and there is a few other matters as well.” “Yes, my dear.” “I have four more seeds and I was wondering if you can find some owners for me, they don’t need to know the secrets for these, there all males, and as long as you keep one nearby for your twins to mate with you should have no problem. But in order to remain anyomous, I would like you to sell my products rather than me doing it personally.” “That’s easy enough, I’ll choose the smallest one for myself, and I know a few people who would be willing to care for the others, for a price of course, but you mention a few matters, what is the other Dinranwen.” “Just a small matter of someone not willing to pay their bill.” “Oh is that all….that’s easy enough to accomplish especially for such a close dear friend.” Lady McCree said, “Now why don’t I take you to the garden so I can show you were to put those seedlings of yours…and we’ll discuss the matter more privately.” ~ ~ ~ The Joy of June Exactly on the day before June 1st, Chinaren heard a knock on the front door leading to his mansion. As usual he sent one of his look-a-like lackeys to pick up the parcel he spied waiting for him via orb monitor. The parcel turned out to be a small box containing several stuffed animals which lab test showed contained idearium, fables, and a small amount of arsenic lace as stuffing with only a note saying, “To remind you that we have paid our debt so you will pay yours. Some idearium for ideas, some fables because one always needs more, and some poison for your enemies. Enjoy, a friend of the Mayor.” Seemed harmless enough. Well, it should have been harmless enough. “Get this bear off me right now!” Chinaren screamed at the top of his lungs. Trying very hard to fling the stuffed animals that were crawling and tugging on his limbs in ways that hurt, hurt a lot actually, the moment the box had been brought into his office. “Now is that anyway to Talk to Lord Fuzzlekins?” came a sweet honey filled voice from the corner of his office. Watching in disgust, Chinaren found the stuffed animals climbing off him to stand at attention by his side while Lord Fuzzlekins, as the bear had been named remained clinging to his chest with a very sharp looking dagger poised harmlessly in the bears fuzzy paws. Looking beyond the innocent smiling face of the stuffed bear whose beady little button eyes obverse him without emotion, Chinaren saw a person from his oldest nightmares standing in his office. “Yikes, Lady McCree! Help me! Guards! Guards! Murderer! Theft! Help! Anyone!” “Now, Now, Sir Mayor is that anyway to talk to a lady either?” Lady McCree said as she bounced her way over to the chair in front of the Mayor’s desk as Lord Fuzzlekins lowered the knife closer to a fable which he held suspended in mid air in his other paw. “Not my Fable! Not my beautiful, first Fable I ever earned and didn’t spend Fable! Please No!” the mayor wept pitifully. “Apparently Lord Fuzzlekins agrees with me, say your sorry Mayor, and maybe Lord Fuzzlekins won’t destroy your precious keepsake fable.” “So….sor…sorry,” the Mayor whispered trying his best not to glance at the ten year Shirley Temple Blond dressed in a pink laced ruffle dress starring at him with wide sparkling blue eyes and rosy cheeks. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you,” Lady McCree said simply as the bear inserted the knife into the fable to make a clean cut in the middle of Chinaren’s face. “I said I’m sorry! Sorry!” Chinaren screamed trying to release his arms from they were pinned by several stuffed animals. “Your forgiven, Lord Fuzzlekins, please remove yourself from the Mayor, and remove your knife from the fable but keep both visible just incase the Mayor wishes to be impolite to his visitor.” Lady McCree paused as she watched her prized bear clamber down from Chinaren to stand by her side with the pierced fable in one hand and the dagger in the other. “You decline my invitation to my tea party, Chinaren, not very nice of you.” “I’m sorry, I was very busy in April, I had an election to run you know.” “IM came….” Lady McCree said accusingly. “I’m sorry.” “Don’t be, I didn’t poison him at all, in fact we had quite a pleasant chat. It was a shame he didn’t win.” ”Yes,” Chinaren intoned watching the bear with his fable. “Shame.” “You need to come to my Tea House sometime soon.” “I will, very, very, very soon,” Chinaren nodded while thinking, yes and come with three tasters and several antidotes to every poison known to man, girl, and beast. “There is another matter.” Lady McCree said idly twirling a golden lock while smiling pleasantly. “Yes, anything.” ”A matter about a bill you haven’t paid yet. A friend of mine mentioned something about Rent?” Lady McCree said taking the fable from the bears hand and gazing at it curiously. “I don’t like when rent doesn’t get paid, because that’s bad for business. I trust me Chinaren, you don’t want to have bad business. Now the moderators know nothing about this little visit, but Lordy’s FI twin Mr. Buttons the mirror bless his twisted good mirrored heart, mentioned that his opposite in If was making threats to my mods that he would shut down the HEM district wasn’t paid. Now, I don’t want my Tea House to shut down, do you?” Chinaren hastily shook his No. “I thought so.” Lady McCree purred dismounting from her chair, “So are you going to pay rent?” Again Chinaren nodded Yes, speechless. “Good, Dinranwen should be here sometime tomorrow I think, be a good boy and pay her what rent is due, won’t you?” And with that, Lady McCree exited the door followed closely by her entourage of stuffed animals who arrived under the disguise of stuffed animals. Although this story may not be true , perhaps this is why Chinaren paid double in June that was rightly due. ~ ~ ~ On June 18th, Rai was welcomed back with lots of hugs, shouts, and presents from Lily and Dinranwen. Later when Rai asked what happened during her absence, Din’s only response was: “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. All events in this story are entirely fictitious, false, and untrue.

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What, am I a one-chap kinda guy? Good tale anyways.

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Somethings MW shouldn't or can't be redone. Take togas for example, classic in ancient Rome, not so classic when it's a teenage ninja mutant turtle sheet wrapped around someone's body.... Last edited by dinranwen on Tue Jul 31, 2007 6:16 am; edited 1 time in total

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I categorically deny everthing. _________________ Neil Hartley Books. My Amazon page.

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ROFLMFAO! Delightful Dinranwen, absolutely delightful! _________________ [align=center:29f97e41a8][font=Comic Sans MS:29f97e41a8] © 2007-2019 Lilith[/font:29f97e41a8][/align:29f97e41a8]

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Chapter 13: The Last Huzzah or My Evil Twin Dinranwen’s Private Journal Entry, August 22nd Have you ever wondered how exactly one becomes a half a shadow? Its not exactly a very pleasant process, but it gives you the power of the shadows if your willing to pay the price. The first step is to join the sisterhood of the shadows. There are many of us, shadowy temptress, mysterious priestess, hooded harlots, and even some like myself who are simply cloaked wanderers. The Shadows of this world would consume the light if it could, it would entrench the world in complete and utter darkness if it was allowed. Our order, the Order of The Shadow Keepers, was originally founded to keep the delicate balance between Light and Dark. In order to do so, the woman who chose to join the order had to become a half-shadow, a perfect balance between light and darkness. They found the ritual in some old dusty handbook, and the original founders followed it exactly to become what we are now. Something went wrong however as the founders missed one underling small print clause at the bottom of the spell. In order to become a half-shadow according to the scroll, you had to first choose a shadow in which to meld yourself with. Some chose shadowy corners, some chose the shadows made by the sun at different times of the day, some choose the twilight shadows, and some chose the moonlight shadows. These founding woman would be the mothers of children who could not die, who would be as ageless as the shadows themselves, and a perfect mix of shadow and mortal or so they thought. The shadows themselves would be our fathers. The spell called on the shadows to take on a solid form just long enough for a conception to take place. Nine months would pass before our mothers, the founding sisters, discovered what was wrong. Each of them would bear triplets, signifying the three varying darkness of a shadow. Oh you think that there is only one type of shadow? Your wrong, you know, and it doesn’t take much to prove that I’m right either. Go into a lighted room filled with strong light, now hold up your hand up to the wall. Move it back and forth, as you move your hand back forth you will see three types of shadow, one pale, one medium in depth, and one dark. At one point you should see your hand outlined perfectly by all three types of shadow. Inevitably, the first child born would be the lightest child, the child with the weakest shadows. More light then dark, the eldest child of the triplets would be a weak thing as far as the shadow world was concerned and their will was easily swallowed by their darker siblings. Only one good thing came out of these weak willed light shadow children, they were not afraid of sunlight, and by their very nature could go into brighter places then their siblings. These children were called the Daughters of First Shadow, and were given control over the shadows cast by the sun to keep those shadows from attacking their owners. The middle child would be slightly darker then their eldest sister, but lighter then their youngest sister. A perfect balance between light and dark, these girls (for the woman had bore all daughters) were what the Founding Mothers of the Order of the Shadows had hoped for. These children could easily meld with the shadows, they could blend, they could twist, they could shape, and they could even create their own shadow forms using light to control the Darkness. These children were called the Shadowess of Balance, and were given control over almost every shadow cast by moonlight, dusk, twilight, and even the shadowy corners of a room. The youngest child however, was something the woman did not expect. These children were almost pure shadow, and were as dark as the shadows themselves. Seeing no harm in having one child darker then the others, the Founding Shadow Mothers gave these children control over the shadows of the utter dark, and over the shadows that were created by other shadows. These were the must dangerous kind of shadow, and the Mothers did not yet realize these youngest daughters dark purpose. These girls were called the Sisters of Utter Dark, and they were the total sum of all the darkness that was not present in their sisters. The Sisters of Utter Dark soon showed their true form when each of them came of age. They became the consorts of demons, of shadows, and of the dark, mere harlots who prostituted themselves to gain more of their dark power. Seeing that their eldest sisters were weaker, they easily overthrew the Daughters of First Shadow, and began the slow process of corrupting the Order of the Shadow Keepers. Now these Sisters of Utter Dark now control the order almost completely, and although some still hold against the Utter Dark fearing what would come to a world completely without light, their number is few. I, Dinranwen, and one of those daughters, one of the Children of Shadows, but I am not one of them, because unlike the others I was born differently. My mother, who had joined with the shadow of a birch tree as it was cast in the twilight by the newly crested failing crescent moon and the last lingering light of the sun, bore only twins not triplets. She had been sure they had been three of us, but apparently, I consumed my sister in the womb. My sister, who would have been the daughter of the First Shadow, and I who was the Shadowess of Balance, conjoined, and then became as one. Together we formed a new creature, we became unlike they others, we became as one soul. We became me. My other sister, the Sister of Utter Dark, was born as normal, but some say that she was born darker because of not having two sisters. She was a normal enough of a child, and strangely despite tradition, she was born before me, that Sister of Utter Dark, and she became my eldest sister by a mere 2 minutes. I, the youngest sister, was a strange being, and the woman did not know what do to with me. I had the combined powers of both the Shadowess of Balance and the Daughter of First Shadow, yet I had known of their power. When I became of age, I failed to pass the shadow test, a test that determined my power of the shadows. I failed miserably. I was given the name, Shadow Twister or Shadow Bender, a term of derision amidst our order. My sister however passed the test with flying colors. When I left, we still held against the dark, and none knew of the corruption of the Sisters of Utter Dark save perhaps me. I wonder what happened to them? What happened between then and now is not important. What is important is that I’m here now, in the City of If. I can only hope that my sister or my order never finds me. After all there is one benefit to the whole matter, I have an evil twin sister. How many people get to say that out of Fairy Tale Stories? ~ ~ ~ Life was relatively normal. Rai had returned, and life in Jester Park resumed to what some people could call normal. But still, Dinranwen was the picture of gloom. She was worried. The Shadows of If were beginning to feel wrong. They no longer felt friendly to her, and Dinranwen began to walk the normal mortal way around the city. Something else was bothering her to. The Demons of Darkness had become overly active of late, and Dinranwen could feel their presence nearby the City of If like an overwhelming storm cloud. To everyone else, it appeared Dinranwen was moping again. What everyone else did not know was that when Dinranwen mopped she had every reason to be depressed. The Ifians didn’t know about her sister, La Vanwa Heryn de Gothdae, and the Ifians also didn’t know that when Din was depressed it meant that she got another lovely little letter from her evil twin. La Vanwa Heryn de Gothdae, like all good evil twins and generally all around dark villain types, liked to brag, and periodically, Din would receive a letter stating how easily the Order of the Shadow Keepers were corrupt. La Vanwa Heryn de Gothdae would write in exquisite detail, that caused Dinranwen to feel like she needed to wash her eyeballs out with soap, of her latest conquest for power from various demon lords or how one exactly went about corrupting innocent young girls to be fit for the order. From her evil twins letters, Dinranwen learned all the movement of the Utter Dark, and that was all fine and dandy as long as the Utter Dark was busy corrupting their homeland which had already been dying in the first place. Dinranwen would have burned La Vanwa Heryn de Gothdae letter’s if she hadn’t found them useful because as long as she knew what went down in the shadow world, Dinranwen knew which parts of the shadow world to avoid. Lately, however, Dinranwen had found more reason to sulk. No longer was she receiving letters from La Vanwa Heryn de Gothdae, Evil Sister Esq., but from the Supreme Dark Mistress of the Sisterhood of Shadows which served to promote the order of darkness over light. These letters told Dinranwen that the Order of the Shadow Keepers had been broken in two, one which still held to the balance of Light and dark, and one half that stood for the Utter Dark. Finally, after ordering several cups of tea, Dinranwen roused herself out of her dark mood which caused her to contemplate how sad it was to see her homeland go down into darkness. “I think,” Dinranwen muttered after she left the Chat Room, “I’ll go home and write, that always cheers me up.” So, striding out into the night that was quickly becoming day, Dinranwen began what she thought to be a typically normal day. ~ ~ ~ Dinranwen opened the doors to her small city council member chambers and with a sigh thought for the thousandth time how she really needed to go buy herself a nice shadow cabin somewhere in Jester Park. There simply wasn’t enough room here for all her stuff. Hanging her cloak on the peg at the door, Dinranwen laid off her cloak and put on instead a short black mourner’s veil which covered her entire face in shadows so that her cloak wouldn’t be stained with writers ink. Taking a peak in the mirror, Dinranwen fixed a circlet made of dark and harden sapphire stone around her brow…looking at the veil carefully to make sure it veiled her face. “Vain as ever, I see, Sister Dear,” came a silken voice from behind Dinranwen. Jumping, Dinranwen nearly hit the ceiling before she turned and face the one person in the world who dared call her sister. Dinranwen couldn’t prevent her mouth from hanging wide open, as she stared at her chair from where the voice had come. No one was in it. A chuckle, liquid, fluid, beautiful, deadly, dark, and twisted escaped softly from the chair, and Dinranwen wondered for a moment if she was mad. Suddenly a silken sound came from the chair, and a shadow detached itself from back of the chair to melt into the form of a shapely woman. Laughing at her little joke, La Vanwa Heryn de Gothdae, draped herself across the chair, swinging her legs so they hung over one arm of the chair as she leaned her back against the other. “Surprised to see me here,” La Vanwa Heryn de Gothdae purred, “Dear Dinranwen did you not get my latest letter?” Slowly her sister looked at the desk in front of the chair, and extended one hand to drop a letter on its surface. “Opps, it seems I forgot to mail it, so I guess I have to tell you its contents personally. Guess what Sister dear, I’m coming to visit you, aren’t you happy?” “What are you doing here?” Dinranwen hissed backing up against the wall of her small room trying with all her might to put as much room between her and her twin sister as possibly. La Vanwa Heryn de Gothdae simply smiled as if enjoying Dinranwen’s distaste, allowing Dinranwen to obverse her sister as Heryn de Gothdae did so. To say that Dinranwen and Heryn de Gothdae were complete opposites would be an utter lie. To say that they appeared different would be incorrect. The truth of it was, Dinranwen realized as she looked at her twin in distaste, they were completely identical. To look at La Vanwa Heryn de Gothdae was to look in the mirror, but yet there was a markable difference between them. Dinranwen covered herself with a hooded cloak that hid everything of her face save her bright red cherry lips. Although she hardly ever threw her cloak aside, underneath her cloak Din wore a modest dress in Medieval style that extended from the hollow of her throat to where the hem draped just above ankle high deer skin boots of practical style and taste. La Vanwa Heryn de Gothdae revealed what Dinranwen hid. Lady Heryn de Gothdae’s face was also hidden by the hood of her black cloak that only barely should the tint of blood red, as it was against their order to reveal their face. Like Dinranwen, the only feature one could see of Lady Heryn’s face was her cheery lips that smiled eerily like Dinranwen’s own. Unlike Dinranwen however, Lady Heryn de Gothdae cast aside the cloak from her shoulders to reveal the form the cloak would have otherwise hidden. Lady Heryn de Gothdae was not modest, and although her skin was covered, the black dress that Lady Heryn wore revealed more than it hid. Lady Heryn wore a low stooping black dress with off the shoulder straps that dove down her chest to reveal the tops of a large and pleasant bosom, the cleft of her chest showed prominently, and Lady Heryn only to lean forward to reveal the twin moons of her breasts. Cutting a seducing line to contain Lady Heryn’s chest, the black dress then descended to the floor hugging every curve of Lady Heryn’s very curvy body. A single slit extended along the bottom half of the black dress from just below the upper part of Lady Heryn’s thigh to where the dress rustled against the floor. Dinranwen felt her lips curl in detest. “Don’t you just love the offit?” Lady Heryn purred knowing full well that Dinranwen did not as Lady Heryn poured herself a cup of tea out of Dinranwen’s own teapot. Dinranwen felt a growl spring from the bottom of her throat and unwilling as she barred her teeth in a what have been a pleasant smile, “I asked you what you were doing here?” “I’m here, as the Darker Shadow Mistress of the Sisterhood of Shadows to inform you that your order, the Order of the so called Shadow Keepers,” here Lady Heryn spit on the floor in distaste causing Dinranwen to loose her dagger even though Din knew full well it wouldn’t effect her sister. “Has been disband, and integrated into the Sisterhood of Shadows.” “I’ll never join you…” Dinranwen growled leaping forward only to find that her arms were being gripped by a pair of very powerful hands. Looking upwards, Dinranwen’s heart quelled as she saw the fire and shadow form of the demon called the GothRaeNar. The demon was holding her tight, and Dinranwen immediately knew there would be no escape for her. Not this time anyway. Dinranwen was forced to watch in horror as several more demons entered her room as the darkness of her room, so comforting in its shadowiness before, became a portal for the Shadow Demon world. Lady Heryn stood and walked over to her, and very carefully removed the useless dagger from Dinranwen’s hands to press it against Dinranwen’s throat. “I’m choosing to ignore the fact that you said that, sister,” Lady Heryn said angrily, her voice the singsong tone of anger, wrath, hate, and pure seduction. “And I’m going to give you three more chances to see reason. Three mind. After that…well, I don’t think you’ll find what I planned for you extremely unpleasant.” Dinranwen dared not move, dared not breath, dared not scream as she felt the tentacles of her evil twins power begin to wrap around her feet like a deadly vine. Lady Heryn was far more powerful than she had thought. “I’m also here to tell you, that this place, this city of imagination, this what do you call it, ah yes, the City of If has caught our attention. And we have you to thank. We’ve noticed that our enemies seem to gain light supernaturally from the power of their own imaginations. You included. We have also noticed that has long as there are stories around, our enemies gain power. We’ve also discovered that your precious City of If is a large supplier of Idearium or what we call imagination. We plan to stop that. So we’re going to destroy this City along with everything else we find.” “You’ll never accomplish it, the City of If is stronger then you think, the citizens here will not allow it.” Dinranwen cried struggling against the strong hands of the demon who held her captive. “That’s one.” Lady Heryn said calmly as the tendrils of dark wrapped themselves around Dinranwen’s legs up to her waist. “I have also asked that you surrender to the dark, and help us in our endeavor.” “I told you sister, Never.” “That’s two.” Lady Heryn stepping away from Dinranwen to sit like the harlot she was on Dinranwen’s desk. The tendrils of dark wrapped around Dinranwen’s chest causing her to struggle for breath. “Please see reason, sister, the light cannot win.” “You will be stopped!” Dinranwen roared as the tendrils of dark began to circle around her neck. “Oh, but I won’t. I must thank you for being my identical twin however, because whether or not, your form or rather my form will guarantee that the City of If, will never see what is coming.” Dinranwen was consumed by darkness, and she knew no more. When Dinranwen awoke, she found herself in a platform of steel surrounded by bars of searing light somewhere in the middle of Astral plane, her veil shorn, and her face displayed. Dinranwen’s shadow half screamed in pain and fear as it felt its power be sucked away by some other force in a plane faraway. Dinranwen felt so sleepy, and her head pounded. For many minutes she struggled against the feelings of pain and unconscious before fainting clean away as she was slowly burnt by the rays of pure light. ~ ~ ~ Meanwhile, in Dinranwen’s council chambers, Lady Heryn exchanged her own thin cloak for Dinranwen’s covering one. Sitting in Dinranwen’s own chair she looked from a distance, like Dinranwen. Taking a small black orb out from where it had been held in between her breasts, Lady Heryn caressed its surface causing the orb to spin and radiate a field of darkness. “It’s done boss.” “Good,” came an unidentified voice of darkness. “Integrate yourself among the Ifians, explore the city, and send me any information you find. And above all, make sure that your twin, whatshername, is not missed. We don’t want anyone being suspicious of you, my ever useful spy.” “I will, my Lord and Master,” Lady Heryn said touching the orb again so it turned off, “Soon,” she said to apparently an empty room full of shadows, “If shall be ours, and then the World!” The chambers were filled with Lady Heryn’s laughter. ~ ~~ Narrator: Will Dinranwen ever escape? Will the Ifian notice Din has been replaced? And will the order of darkness accomplish its goals? Off topic: No! Because this is the last chapter and we will leave everyone in miserable suspense forever! Mwahhahha! Narrator: You know it’s easier to keep people in suspense when they don’t know they’re supposed to be in suspense. Off topic: OH, sorry, continue on. Narrator: You may not find out here…but you may find out in one of the many other If tales playing around the city, located in the Fantasy Forest. Currently playing are: IF-CH 5-Land of Dairy Products-UP By Player of Fates A Tale of Stolen Fables By Harley ~ ~ ~ Epilogue Dinranwen:As many of you know, I'm leaving If due to circumstanes beyond my control. This leave will probably be perment, and I shall severly miss everyone here. Goodbye, and Fare thee Well!

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When you come back, din, you'd better do a sequel, or I'll... I'll... Hm. Can any one tell me what I'll do? _________________ Tea Cures All.

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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 10:52 am Post subject:

The White Blacksmith wrote:

When you come back, din, you'd better do a sequel, or I'll... I'll...

Hm. Can any one tell me what I'll do?

Um, write it yourself? *shrugs*

*runs after Din and clings to robe, careful not to rip it* NO! YOU CAN'T LEAVE! I ABSOLUTELY REFUSE TO ALLOW IT, DAMN IT ALL!
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