Well, we were demonstrating what characters do in the chat room for Lady E's younger sister today, and Nemo and I thought of something: characters have been left out of the birthday celebration! This discrimination must end!

Me: Rogalian, stop impersonating me.

*hangs head* Yes, Authoress.

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Ahem. Theatrics not withstanding, my character does have a point. Bring your character here to mark which stories you were crafting and how far you had gotten on Holy World's second birthday!

Adelina: I've finished padding the walls to the thread!

Thank you, Adelina. And with the padded walls, your characters should be perfectly safe, no matter what antics they come up with.

(I'll be back with a couple more characters in a little bit. Real life is in the way of continuing this post. . .)

Victoria: "Well, I was the main character of my authoresses story until she just recently decided to drop it for awhile and start writing Historical Fiction stories..."

Julliana: "And I was/am her best friend, currently."

Victoria: *takes sharpie* "Victoria wuz here!" *passes marker to Julliana*

Julliana: "Julliana spent some time here."

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Prince Rialtor: "Well, so far I am STILL not the main character of my story..."

The Prince:

Prince Rialtor: "But I have managed to start a rebellion..." *whistles*

The Prince: "Prince Rialtor and I have not shown up quite yet in the story-"

Prince Rialtor: "And won't for a good long time now..."

The Prince: "And this is young Gloria, who is sixteen years of age."

Gloria: *curtsies* "I do love celebrations." *grabs blue calligraphy pen and writes neatly* "I, Gloria Amber, did stop by here on the second birthday of Holy Worlds."

Prince Rialtor: *takes out big red pen* "I, Prince Rialtor, benevolent ruler of the Light-Bearing Kingdom, do make my lovely mark here. May all who pass by bow with wonder and awe."

The Prince: *writes neatly* "I, The Prince, son of the King and his wife, Spirit, ruler of the Shining City, do write in my own hand my name to signify my presence at this celebration. I shall continue to love this blessed land. Long live Holy Worlds!"

*mysterious voices of a crowd suddenly say* "LONG LIVE HOLY WORLDS!"

Me: OK, I suppose this can work.

Zacire: *mimes and imitates me*

Numarya:

Myself: OK, ok! Quit making fun of the man and come write your names.

Zacire: OK, fine.
I, Zacire, leave my mark. By the way, if you've seen a valuable dagger or a tyrant intent on destroying my world, please call me at this number:

Numarya: OK.
Numarya came to this celebration. Philadelphia's cupcakes are amazing.

Samsvar:
I leave my mark at this celebration. But mark my words; this time next year ye all shall be cowering before my mighty wrath!

I: Well guys, we should get Eruheran and Dorodhiel in here too. And Thiago. And Nathalia. And that unnamed girl. And Herman.

Me: No, only fantasy today

Eruheran: Well then, I will leave my mark:
Eruheran, Duke of Lenecthrea, stopped by here to see what was going on. Nothing much.

Dorodhiel: Don't be such a pessimist!
I, Dorodhiel, seventh queen of the valiant nation of Mesal, hereby leave my mark.

Me: Queens use smileys?

I: Apparently.

Myself: There's lots of other birthday threads to see - let's go!

eru

Kai: * looks about * What's with the writing on the walls?

Klasina: SMILEYS!!!!!!!!!

Roel: * calmly writes name on wall and exits *

Me:

Kai: Are we supposed to write on the walls too?

Me: You can write on the rafters, if you prefer.

Kai: * writes on rafters * "Kai Caliga DiAternia, Phantom Assassin, bane of all humans, nightmare of royalty, was here this day, to frighten the living daylights out of HolyWorlds Fantasy."

Me:

Klasina: * dances in circles *

Me: * gives Klasi a large crayon *

*Klasina proceeds to scribble all over the walls*

Kai: *laughs and hugs Klasi*

Me:

The Dragon was honored to be here on this day in such a joyous occasion.

Me: He almost talks like Shakespeare.

Ouskar: I'm here! Pass the punch please!

Me: He's the life of a party.

Me: * opens character closet *

Lars: * puts on colonial wig and proceeds to write in elaborate script with a ridiculous peacock feather pen *
'The esteemable Lars was here with the forever unsolvable riddle. Why did the chicken cross the road?'

Me:

Jaimie: "Hmm..." * selects silver Sharpie *
'Jaimie was here. And I concur, Philadelphia's cupcakes are sublime.'

Me: "You got a cupcake?"

Jay: * scrawls impatiently *
'Jay was here. If you see me villain, let me know. I want to get him myself.'

Me:

Shawn: "Hmm..."
'Iri's non-story official bane was here.'

Me: "Seriously???"

Shawn:

Dani: "I'm not sure what to write..."

Me: "Think of something."

Dani: "Thanks."
'Danica Kandra, wildest Arian in Dor and Dragon Ranger presiding.'

Me: * smirks * "Y'all's humility is inspiring."

Lars: * makes faces * "Aww, how sweet of you to say."

Kachel: * ponders * "Aha!"
'Kachel Rays, follower of Elniae: I was here.'

Me: Well, hurry up, guys, I can't hold the book open forever!

Dorsogu: Yes, miss. *Writes name neatly on the wall*

Me: Where'd you learn to write? You're a peasant!

Dorsogu: *Shrugs* *Steps back into book*

Arilledrae: *writes on the wall with wind swirling around her in writing that looks like was written by the wind playing with ink* I, Arilledrae Niriath was here for this celebration.

Me: All right, for old time's sake I will let you guys go wild on one more HW thread... * narrows eyes at characters * No acts of violence.

Terminus: * pauses in sharpening his sword * That is an unfair rule! I object!

Me: Just sign the wall...

Terminus: * glares * Very well... * uses sword to carve words into wall swiftly *

Terminus of the great lands of Pavix, commander of the army of Anikulum, father of a rotten brat, servant of the soon-to-be ruler of all of Chevl'Set, and torments of your soul here by proclaim that on this day, the twenty-first of what must be September in a world commonly known as earth, on the forum referred to as the H of a W. May you feel my wrath for many more years.

Me: ...

* cough *

All right, well, Brian, your turn.

Brian: Must I carve my words next to he who I would prefer kill than write beside?

Me: Yes! * thwacks Brian *

Brian: * dodges thwack * Fine! * creates dagger of white light and proceeds to write on walls, above Terminus's message. *


I, Brian of war from the strong village of Realta, humble servant of Elah, son of cruel warrior Aaron, and fighter against evil, would like to meekly state that I, indeed, was here on the birthday of the supremes kingdom of Holy Worlds. And would also like to note that you needn't fear the one who refers to himself as Terminus; he shall be defeated by me...or else, I shall die trying.

Terminus: Hey!

Me: Okay... Gavin! * drags Gavin away from the punch bowl * Write.

Gavin: * groans * * takes out pen * * writes on wall *

"Gavin wuz hare."

Me:

Gavin: What? It counts!

Me: Just go back to the punch... * shoves Emuna towards wall *

Emuna: * sighs * * picks up quill and some purple ink * * writes in pretty cursive *

Emuna of the Wise did bear witness to the second anniversary of Holy Worlds, a forum my author seems to use as a way to procrastinate in writing our story. May many more years of procrastination follow...because I certainly do not wish to see whom else my author may kill in order to break my heart again...

Me: Hehehe...she's totally joking.

Aneesha: I've been here. This is almost as odd as the halfelven feasts.
Aislinn: Hey! It's not odd, it's fun.
Aodhan: I agree. Now that we've visited this thread, lets go find the place where they were dancing. *Aislinn and Aodhan disappear*
Asheesh: I thought they were the responsible ones. This is very odd.
Erantera: You guys have a weird author. My author is normal.
Sahil: She created you. But I agree. Aldara is... differant. I'm glad we were written by the philosopher.
Me: Philosopher and Chronicler are the names we go by when my co-writer and I are being silly. I'm the Chronicler, obviously.

Me: Let's try posting on my own thread now. Girls, you first.

Rogalian: I'm not a girl.

Me: But you're not SUPPOSED to be a MC!

Rogalian: *smiles* *climbs up to rafters* *uses Sentient Flying Dagger to carve into the wood:*
On the twenty-first of September in the year of our lord two-thousand-eleven, the rogue Rogalian walked these halls.

Titinnia: Wait-a-second, just where did you learn to speak that way - or even write - "simple smith"?

Rogalian:

Me: Hush, Titinnia. You aren't supposed to know that yet.

Titinnia: Know what?

Lucine: Ti, just sign your name.

Adelina: *offers fancy inkwell and pen*

Titinnia: Where'd you get that?

Lucine: Ti, just sign your name! Adelina, don't steal inkwells.

*Titinnia signs name, then hands pen to Lucine, who hands it to Pomegranite.*

Pomegranite: What should I write?

Adelina: Anything!

Pomegranite: Alright. . . *hands quill to Adelina*

Adelina: That wasn't exactly what I meant. . .

Lucine: Adelina, sign your name!


Princess Titianna of Adreshnage
Lucine, Crowned Princess of Adreshnage
Anything
Adelina

Iri: *snorts and reaches up farther on the wall, scrawling with spray paint in large, looping letters* Shawn the Name-Calling Cheater's Official Glitter-Hating Nemesis was here

Aaron: You hate glitter?

Iri: The stuff is evil, I'm telling you. It breeds behind your back. You find it in nooks and crannies everywhere months after you think you've conquered it. *frowns at cascading glitter*

Arionwyn: Paranoid?

Aaron: Definitely. *pulls a red marker out of his shirt pocket and prints in small, neat letters next to the baseboard* Aaron Darkstar was here

Arionwyn: *pulls a multi-color pen out from behind her ear and ponders* Hmm. What to write. Something flowery... On this day, twenty-first of September two-thousand-eleven, Arionwyn Genevieve Elizabeth Ruth graced Holy Worlds' second birthday with her presence...

Iri: *groan*

Me: Oh, you guys.



Wasn't my sister, Kat.

Tynx: Uhh...

Just write.

Tynx: [Awkwardly writes]
TyNx wAS hERe.

Close enough.

Chayn: [Writes above Tynx.]
Chayn was here and had fun.

Seymour: Is this necessary?

Yes. Now write something. You too, Mordir.

Seymour: [Writes near Chayn's and Tynx's]
Seymour was present to witness the chaos.

Oi. Next!

Mordir: [Writes by the other three]
Mordir.

Really? That's it?

Mordir: What?

Never mind. Alright, y'all skeedaddle now. Iri, I loved the glitter comment. That was awesome.

*twists face oddly* What on earth am I remembering?

I toggled the glitter nicely for my characters. Else Rogalian would have had a fit.