Niarah - I'm glad that you aren't seriously harmed, Seymour. I'll delay our duel until you recover.

Traxus - I'd like to challenge that gentleman (indicates Mordir).

Me - You might want to let Lady Aris take a break from duelling first.

Traxus - But she wouldn't be the one battling.

Thysal - I don't think you youngsters get it.

Sumira - Why are those humans throwing books at each other?

Niarah - I dunno. Humans are strange.

Me - Hey!

Feeling the root under her feet, Raven almost slips, but regains her balance, pivoting away from the tree. With three quick strikes, she backs Felicia into the tree

Diego/Zorro: *looks with consternation at Tynx* A talking...fox? *hand strays to the hilt of his rapier*

Auraelia: *watches Elanhil the character throw a book at Alanhil, and Elanhil the author catch it* *picks up the nearest book and beans Alanhil on the head* There you go.

Diego/Zorro: *face contorts, trying not to laugh, but it bursts out anyway*
Everyone else: *laughing*

Alanhil: OW! ::throws book back:: Stay on your side of the barrier! Amanda!!

Me: ::laughing:: He's...right... LOL!!!

Alanhil: Not the help I was looking for...

Felicia ducks as the last of Raven's slashes comes at her, making her sword be imbedded into the tree. With a victorious smile, she holds her blade just an inch away from Raven's throat.

Felicia: Oldest trick in the book, Raven... both of 'em. I never expected you to trip, but rather that you would drive me back into the tree. :happy grin:

Tirahi: Perhaps I should give you lessons, Raven.

Malchus: But you got--MMph!

Me: I wish he'd keep his mouth shut! In the story, he's not up to that part--he's not even ten!

Malchus: Only in the second draft!

Me: Which is the only one you need be concerned with.

Tirahi: I believe I am going to die.

Malchus: You wouldn't be far wrong. Every one dies, eventually.

Me: Malchus seems to have learned his lesson.

Elanhil: Let me fight my own battles!!! [throws book at Aurelia]

Me: [dives to catch book] STOP THROWING BOOKS!!!

Elanhil: [notes that I'm on the floor and throws book at Alanhil]

Me: NOOO!

*Book disappears*

Elanhil: Wha-what happened?

Me: I'm the author.

Elanhil: *sulks*

________________

Merashath: [talking with Mordir] So at the annual authors convention we disguise ourselves and...[voices fade]

Elanhil: [raises book to throw at Aurelia (for fighting his battles) But then notices Kimun] You have a son?

Me: It doesn't matter. [all the books vanish]

Elanhil: Wha-wha.. Aw...

Raven yanks her sword from the tree and... Just kidding. I'll stop circumventing now. Raven yanks her sword from the tree and bows, sheathing it
Raven: Thank you for the duel
Me. THANK YOU! While I was thinking about how I could have done the tree thing differently, it gave me an idea for my book, so I am now officially through my writer's block! I'll have to save the tree trick to use on some unsuspecting new person that didn't feel like reading all the way back to page 43.
Raven:(@Tirahi) I would be pleased for you to give me forum dueling lessons. My author can't put you in her book, though. Then Carter would be out of a job.

Auraelia: *giggles at Alanhil's reaction* *innocent look* I didn't cross the barrier! The book did! *dissolves into giggles again* *has almost stopped giggling when Elanhil throws a book at her, causing her to start again* *disappointed look when the books vanish* *notices spit-covered mothball lying on the floor, and kicks it in Elanhil's direction*

[It looks like Auraelia is turning out to be mischievous. A mischievous tragic character with a sense of humour.....interesting]

Me: You're welcome, though I didn't do anything.

Felicia: You, Raven, are also welcome. You fought well, 'twas only your author's fault that you fell for the tree root/trunk trick.

Alanhil: That kid is annoying! She's attacking my brother now! AMANDA!!!

Me: Actually, I think she's rather funny.

Alanhil: I'm gonna have to do this the hard way. ::runs up to barrier and touches it...:: YOWWWWW!

Me: Did I mention that I re-electrified the barriers?

Alanhil: And you also put 220 through there instead of 110.

Me: Mmmm, actually, I thought I put it higher than that, but perhaps there's a transformer to stop it from being any higher.

Felicia: Don't hurt him to bad, or I may just decide to shoot that switch again.

Me: I ain't scared of you.

Tirahi: I don't know what sort of lesson I can give for here, because the out come of the duel is in your author's hands.

Malchus: Basically, he's saying, no, I can't, don't know how, and my skills got me--- mmmph!

Me: I need to permently duct tape that kid's mouth!

Malchus: I am not a kid.

Me: Well, you're acting like one.

Malchus: I am not!

Me: What does everybody else think? Is Malchus acting immature?

Everyone in my post: YES!

Malchus: Hey!

Me: ::ignores Malchus:: (to the authors) I think I should change out characters. I've got three new ones that I'd like to put through here, and they would clash dreadfully with Malchus & co. What do you think?

Me: You did too do something! You made Felicia trick Raven.

Auraelia: *indignantly* I am not a kid!

Me: It's up to you. Personally, I don't think clashing is a problem *shrugs*

Me: Well, yes, there is that. But I didn't mean to inspire you.

Alanhil: Uh-huh. You are definitely a kid.

Auraelia: I am not a kid! I'm..... How old am I?
Me: You're sixteen...I think
Auraelia: I'm sixteen!

Seymour: [Puts staff back in its place behind his back] That is a worthy goal. One many people should climb for.

Cory: Some more than others.

Tesmir: Knock it off!

Cory: I'm kiddin'. How well would Tesmir do?

Jek: Not even five seconds.

Tesmir: I love that you all have such faith in me.

Cory: Tesmir, you couldn't last against Seymour, who couldn't beat Kimun.

Tynx: [Backs off] Oh.... that was a bad idea. I'm friendly! I don't bite!

Me: Gotta cut this short. Bye, ya'll!

Me: Perhaps someone would like to duel Hunter or Aidan? I promise I won't let Hunter use his gun either.

Hunter: *scowls*

Me: By the way, I won't be able to be on often because of school, high school to be precise.

Carolina:(@Tynx) Don't worry! We won't hurt you! We just didn't expect to see a...er....talking fox

Diego/Zorro:(@Varon) Perhaps Carolina or I could be of service? We both use the rapier.

Me: lol.

Elanhil: [still sitting on the floor and glaring at Alanhil as mothball rolls closer, and hits a tree root and flies at Elanhil's face.] Augh!! [standing up quickly] Who kissed me? [rubbing cheek, sees spit covered mothball on the floor] YUCK!!! [Glares at Aurelia.] [Kicks mothball back]

Merashath: [quietly, with mortar] and then, when it's only one of them left, we approach in a tight circle and then...[voices fade]

Me: Man, this revolt that those guys are planning sounds vicious. It'll never work though. Villains are bound to get into a fight sometime. So great. I have two characters. One who is acting like a little kid, and another who is planning a revolt.

Elanhil: I am NOT a kid.

Me: Is that, what? The third person in the last two pages who has said that?

Elanhil: I'm 18 years old. Now in your world, the law says, once someone is 18, they are no longer a minor.

Me: Not exactly...Anyway, we're not in my world.

Elanhil: *Sulks*

Me: Why do you always sulk like that???

Elanhil: YOU MAKE ME!!!

Me:

Alanhil: You, Auraelia, are most certainly a kid. Maturity aside--which is what I was talking about--16 is still a child. I am... um, how old did you make me, Amanda?

Me: Hadn't decided yet, but at least 21.

Alanhil: Ok. 21. Five years older than you. that's enough of a age gap for me to have full rights to call you a kid, especially with the way you've been acting.


Me: So, does anyone have any opinions on me switching out characters?? If not, I'll switch them in my next post. (Which means no more arguing with Auraelia, Alanhil! )

Alanhil: Hrmph.

Auraelia: *giggles* *kicks mothball towards Elanhil again* It's your own spit! (@Alanhil) I am not a kid! I'm a teenager. Big difference!
Me: And if you want to talk about maturity...I think you might change your mind about her maturity, if you knew about the decision she makes in her story.
Auraelia: What decision do I make?
Me: I can't tell you.
Auraelia: Does it have to do with my world...*whispers* dying?
Me: Yes.
Auraelia: Oh.

Me: I is back!

Jess: Wait... you left?

Me: In a hurry, yes. But I'm back.

Tynx: [To Carolina] Oh, good. Sorry if I startled you, I guess I forgot that there aren't talking foxes on earth. Except me.

Lorielle: I didn't know you had a son, Kimun. What's he like?

Seymour: Cory will duel Hunter or Aidan, Varon.

Cory: What?!

Seymour: This is called revenge, lad.

Cory: I hate you.

Me: Hey, ease up. Cory, you'll be fine. Mordir, you can battle.

Mordir: Ah.... OK. [To Mereshath] Is the misspelling of my name payback for misspelling yours?

Me: Ha ha.

Mordir: You have no room to laugh, lady. You can't even spell misspell.

Me: Hush up.

Mordir: Mereshath, I like your idea. But... who're you talking about?

Me: (@Diego) if you'd like to, of course.

Hunter: *smiles coldly* Nazis are useless at close combat, so I'd be honored to duel either one fo you. *small bow*

Aidan:*pulls up a seat from somewhere*

Diego/Zorro: (@Hunter) Take your pick! But what do Nazis have to do with it? And what are they, anyway. I can't seem to remember a country named Nazi.
Me: They were way after your time.
Diego/Zorro: Oh.

Carolina: (@Tynx) No, there definitely aren't talking foxes. Unless you count Diego.
Diego/Zorro: Zorro means the fox.

Hunter: *draws rapier with flourish* En garde.

Me: Nazis are Hunter's main enemy, besides angry natives. Sound like a movie character?

Aidan: Yes like

Me: Don't tell them!

Aidan: FIne

Tynx: Oh, cool! So, what's it like in your time?

Cory: [To Seymour] Ha.

Seymour: There's still one left.

Cory: He's watching Hunter and Diego. So ha.

Hunter: *takes a stance*

Me: Ok, since no one seems to care about Alanhil and the rest leaving, they are gone. With one last comment from Alanhil.

Alanhil: Just one?

Me: One.

Alanhil: Fine. You're still a kid, Aurelia, are most definetly a kid. I know, though, that that only applies to this thread. Tirahi, for example, is much more mature in Amanda's book. Farewell, brother Elanhil! I hope to meet thee again! And I do hope that I am still married to Felicia when we go back into the computer.

Me: Eh, we'll see. Bye-bye!

::characters disappear::

Me: I feel strangely sad... Ok, new characters!

Ioanna: ::grins:: This looks like a fun place.

Antonius: Says the social one.

Me: Introduce yourselves, or I'll make Elkine go first.

Ioanna: Alrighty. I am Ioanna, and am cousin to Antonius. My parents were killed by his elder brother, who stole the throne.

Me: Please, no history.

Ioanna: Fine. It's not like it's plot spoilers for the rest of the characters, though.

Me: You know to much about this thread. And who knows? they might be. I haven't written more than a page or two yet.

Antonius: Um....

Me: Go ahead.

Antonius: Well, I'm Antonius, but I go by Anton as much as possible, 'cause Antonius sounds to royal. I'm the youngest son of the last king, and I am in hiding because my older brother stole the throne and killed my brothers. Ioanna helped me escape.

Ioanna: Helped?? You did nothing. I did everything. My parents were killed for you!

Me: Wow. I just found a new thread to weave into my story.

Ioanna: You're welcome.

Elkine: Is it my turn yet?

Me: No, Dianok first.

Dianok: Thank you. I am Dianok, advisor to Ioanna and Anton, and an old friend of her family. I fled not long after Ioanna--maybe even before, I don't know yet.

Me: Try not to tell history before it happens, k?

Dianok: Yes ma'am.

Me: Respectful... Elkine, your turn.

Elkine: Hail, all ye in this slightly creepy thread! I am Elkine, proud mount (unfortunately literally quite proud) of Ioanna. I am a talking horse, but my main means of communication is a little chip in my head.

Me: Ok, I've got other things to do, so say goodbye everyone!

Elkine: Farewell!

Dianok: Goodbye, new friends. ::bows::

Ioanna: Hey! I only just got here!

Anton: Whew. Bye-bye!

Me: Ioanna...

Ioanna: Fine. Bye. See ya tomorrow.

Me: Much better.

Elanhil: I thought I made Alanhil younger than me...

Me: Oh, about that, I think the power saw did something.

Merashath: @Mordir- Yes it was. Now, we don't want the authors to hear us, so keep your voice down. Once we get 7 villains to join our cause, we will each be assigned to an author, when we all strike suddenly. We leave only one author, who we surround and give a slow painful death.
Only villains read the above, or else. (You read it by clicking)

Elanhil: [sees mothball, and raises foot to kick it, but has an idea] I have an idea!!!

Merashath: You'll get over it.

Elanhil: I'll ignore that. [plants foot on top of mothball and moves his foot backwards, making the mothball roll backwards. Then he puts his foot on the ground with his toe dug into the ground. The mothball rolls up his foot as he kicks upward, sending the mothball into the air. When it comes down, he turns around and jumps up and does a back-flip, aiming his foot at the ball kicking it as it comes near, sending the ball flying at Aurelia.]

Merashath: Since when are could you do that?

Elanhil: Since our very kind author allowed me to.

Me:

Merashath:

Hunter: *waits for Diego/ Zorro*

Me: Oh, I forgot to introduce King Ethan. He's my villain.

Ethan: Yeah. I don't have a personality yet.

Me: I'll get you one, don't worry!

Ethan: Hurry it up.

Me: Introduce yourself, kid.

Ethan: Kid??? I am King Ethan, eldest son of... uh, I don't know. The old king, my father. Anyhow, I poisoned him, because I was impatient and wanted the throne. Then I found that all my brothers and nobles didn't like it, so I killed them too. But my little brother escaped!!

Me: You aren't supposed to know that.

Ethan: well, he's right over there.

Anton: Hail, tyrant.

Ethan: I am not a tyrant!

Anton: Uh-huh. Take that up with some of your subjects. And after you believe it, you should go talk with those other tyrants over there. They seem to be planning a revolt.

Ethan: A revolt?? Coolness.

Me: Stay in the post, Ethan.

Ethan: Why???

Me: No reason.

::Ethan runs up to the barrier, touches it, and screams in pain::

Me: Hmmm. Maybe I should turn the voltage down.

Diego draws his rapier, salutes, and steps into Terza, far enough away from Hunter that their swords are not crossed
Diego/Zorro: Your move.

Auraelia: *grabs Raven's sword from its sheath, and uses it like a bat to send the mothball back towards Elanhil* *hands sword back to Raven*
Raven: Eww! Gross! *wipes sword on grass.

Carolina: (@Tynx) Regrettably, I will need to answer your question later today. My author has to leave.

Hunter: *launches a gentle lunge*

Me: Sure! Bring them in.

Ethan: Hey, Iri! Come over to the barrier, but don't touch it. Then we can talk through it without the authors hearing.

Me: And it would be nice if you took away Iri first.

Ethan: Hey! I need other villains to talk to!

Me: Right. Now, how about everyone go socialize... peacefully! Anton, no killing random soldiers that defy you. Ethan, no oppresing the common folk. I still think we've got some people around here that would react very strongly to being called peasants. Ioanna... just don't talk to fast. And don't hurt Anton.

Ioanna: ::innocently slides dagger back into it's place:: Me? Hurt my dear cousin? Never!

Me: uh-huh. I just need to figure out how to work this into the plot. Your hard feelings. I've got you two being best friends.

Anton: I promise I won't kill anyone.

Ioanna: Likewise... Now. To socialize. Elves! Cool. I'm part elf, I think. But not enough to have any powers. I'm just a little more naturally wood-wise than most. Who's Tynx?

Elkine: ::read thread:: A talking fox! Yay! Another talking animal! YESSSS!

Me: Wow. I didn't know Elkine was hyper.

Elkine: I am not hyper! Just happy. Hi Tynx! I am Elkine, a talking horse in the service of the Rebellion.

Me: That's not what it's called.

Elkine: So? You haven't named it. So I will.

Me: I really need to get back to working on this story, I see. Dianok, do you have anything to say?

Dianok: It's unwise to let the villains plot.

Me: ::glances around:: Ethan!

::Ethan stops sawing at the bottom of the barrier::

Ethan: Special insulated saw. Works well on these things.

Me: I think we need to give our barriers a upgrade.

Me: Radioactivity always works well. DANGER: High amounts of lethal radiation

Aidan: What!? *hurriedly moves chair away from barrier*

Ha, I've finally figured out some characters who will fit in here. Undeveloped characters!!!

Telvia: Hi! I'm Telvia the daughter of.. I don't know, the owner of some place my author hasn't bothered to name yet.

Me: Did I mention the story is undeveloped as well? Actually, I'm pretty sure I did name the place but it's in some notebook that I can't find.

Telvia: Anyway, I don't really have much of a character yet because I'm actually based on my authors impression of someone else's character, so I'm not really her character at all.

Me: What? That's not true!

Telvia: Yes, it is.

Me: Not the way you're telling it. You're not based on anything. You might have been inspired by someone else's story, but you're entirely my own.

Blank: Hi I'm- I- well, *whispers* this is so embarrassing.

Me: he's the second son of some king who runs away from home in search of adventure and finds Telvia. He doesn't have a name yet.

Blank: If I don't have a name, what am I? Nothing, a facelessness...

Me: Don't get dramatic on me please.

Blank: How can I develop character without a name? How can I be a character?

Me: Because I said you are. And you'll get a name, eventually. I just have to get more into this story. *to other authors* it only exists in the form of a one page synopsis and what I think is the first half of the first chapter buried in a notebook somewhere. It's some kind of strange, (really strange) scifi fantasy cross. But it's mostly fantasy, kings and swords and horses and destinies, so I thought they'd fit in pretty well.

Because Hunter was too far away, the lunge does not come close to hitting Diego

Carolina:(@Tynx) Your question is a little hard to answer, because Diego and I are from different times. I technically shouldn't even know him!
Diego: And you technically shouldn't be calling me Diego.
Carolina: What should I call you?
Diego: Great-great-great-great-great-grandfather.
Carolina: Exactly. Too much of a mouthful. Anyway, I'm from the same time as your author, except I live in California. Things are relatively peaceful. When my father died, he gave me Diego's sword-
Diego: Which before that was passed on from eldest son to eldest son.
Carolina: But my oldest brother was younger than me, so I received the sword. The only problem was, I didn't believe in Zorro at the time. Of course.
Diego: Hey!
Carolina: Well, it seemed about as improbable as Robin Hood!
Robin: Hey!
Carolina: Oops, sorry. To continue, my father also gave me Diego's journal. Eventually I found out that when I read it, it would transport me back to his time. And that's how I met him. In his time (19th century), the people are under military tyranny. Diego rides to help and protect them.

Me: [To Lady Eruwaedhiel] Me think'est that new characters would be cool, but mayest Arionwyn stay until the duel between Lorielle and her hath finished? If the little lady wisheth to remain?

Cory: You're really bad at that.

Me: I am not. It's not that bad. Oh, And I wanna hear this story!

Cory: I don't think Chayten wants it told.

Me: Oh, fine.

Tynx: Wow... that's pretty neat. So, what if the twins were boy and girl? [Very nearly hits the roof when Elkine talks to him] Hi! I'm Tynx. [To Carolina] Cool. What's time travel like?

Me: What's the difference between Zorro and Diego? No offense meant to you, Diego, of course!

Mordir: Awesome. Once Iri wakes up we'll have four. Maybe Lady Eruwaehiel would consent to bring Klista back.

Lorielle: Hi new people!

Me: Hmm.... I'm thinking I might brign someone new in, too. I might swap out the Gribble gang, since they're never here.

Jesse: You forget them, you have too many here.

Me: Oh alright fine, you and Werynn can go back. Tell Phil I said hi. Saiph and all you others in his story, you guys can go back too. Don't argue.

[Dismissed characters hurry out]

Hakor: They seem rather happy to go.

Me: I know. I don't even want to know why. OK! That frees up some space. Rowen.... Rowen's sleeping, joy.

Mordir: That's a bad thing?

Me: Yes, because if he rolls over, someone might get squashed.

Tynx: That would be bad.

Me: Very bad. But anyhoo, this character is going to be part of a series inspired by a dream I had a few days ago (I love it when that happens). This Chase Daren, he's sixteen, with brown hair and blue eyes.

Chase: ...I'd rather not....

Tynx: Hi!

Me: He'll be fine. Just a little shaken up.

Chase: Shaken up? I'm not even written in anything yet and you drag me in here?

Me: Wrong, I've written a tiny bio. Go socialize, it's good for you. And I shall take my leave and let theis crazy bunch stay here. If I have missed anything, yell at me and accuse me of neglect, and I will be sure to correct it.

Chase: H-hold it-

Me: Go COnverse with Blank, he needs a friend to keep him happy until he's named.

Chase: Well, I need a story!

Me: Then you have something in common. You're both missing crucial things. Go talk. Now.

Niarah - @Chayten; Oooh, who is this Nyvien, and why is this something illegal? Inquiring felines want to know.

Rahor - Such a girl.

Me - I'm considering bringing in a new set of characters, but I'm considering fractalling them first. One of them is a shapeshifting elf. Her other form is a feline.

Thysal - You have a thing for felines, don't you?

Me - Yes, actually. Canines, felines, horses, and dragons.

Niarah - And a thing for copying. Shapeshifting elves, eh?

Me - It's an interesting thought, no?

Rahor -

Sumira - Stop that.

Ethan: I feel ignored! This is not right! Why are these peasants ignoring me?

::silence::

Ethan: My own brother and cousin, too!

Me: Actually, they're mad at each other, not you.

Ioanna: Not mad! Resentful.

Anton: Mad. And I don't see why! And she won't tell me! Girls.

Ioanna: You wouldn't understand. ::quiet sob::

Anton: Hey, Ioanna, are you alright??

Ioanna: Leave me alone, boy!

Me: See, Ethan? I just decided to let them be audible so you would get an idea of what's going on. They've basically repeat this same argument for an hour or two.

Ethan: Wow. Okaay, I'll leave them alone. So, Mordir and Merashath, what are these plans of treachery against authors?? I can help, I've got experiance. I poisoned my own father, and killed my brothers and the nobles!

Ioanna: I hate you!

Ethan: You were my sister, Ioanna! I loved you!

Me: Oh boy. I don't own that movie! Where did you guys learn those lines??

Ethan: Oh, I don't know. Google.

Me: Google is for the common folk, you know that?

Ethan: Noooooo!

Hunter: Your move now.

Aidan: *groans* That thing with the sword sounds familiar.

Me: Maybe I should bring in Gwaeron and Scarface.

Telvia: Shapeshifting elves? That's cool. You know, my author brought me and Blank in because she thought her other scifi characters were too... scifi. One of them was a shapeshifter though.

Me: Wow, I didn't know you were so resentful.

Telvia: I'm just feeling neglected. I'm not important enough compared to characters like Lightning Ranger who needs redemption and Janin of Yen... your favorite.

Me: Hey, now...

Telvia: I feel, I feel, underdeveloped!!! *bursts into tears.*

Me: I think I've got a problem...

Merashath: SHHH!!! Don't let anybody hear. We can't cross the boundaries, so we each have to get our own author. Now we need a villain from every author...that Emeth guy is gonna be a problem. Unless we can deactivate the boundaries again, we can't get every author. Unless...[looking up] how far up do these boundaries go?

Elanhil: [grabs broadsword]

Me: GIVE THAT BACK!!

Elanhil: Gives a neat back-hand tennis stroke on the mothball, sending it flying at Aurelia. Just as it approaches, it suddenly curves downward.

Me: [snatching broadsword] Broadswords don't exist in your world anymore. You've moved on to pistols and rifles, but haven't quite thought of cannons yet.

Elanhil: [Finds a silver handled pistol with gold gilding in a holster at his side] YES!!! [twirls it on his finger]

Me: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! You are now 19 years old!!!

Elanhil: [replaces pistol in the holster, but just as he does it fires at his foot]

Me: [Holds hand out]

Elanhil: [Puts pistol in my hand]

Me: But you can't use it until I teach you about the safety regulations. And I don't have time for that. Maybe you can have Hunter show you after his duel. Or somebody else familiar with firearms.

Elanhil: Ok. *sulks*

Me: You are the kind of guy to sulk, aren't you. Wait a minute, there are new characters around, right!!

Steve: Hi!

Me: I just love this guy!!

Steve: Hi!

Me: Anybody care for more felines? I could bring in Ohstel, but she can't talk.

Ethan: I think they go up to the ceiling. That could be a problem. Is Emeth the only one here without a villain? If he is, I bet I could saw through the boundary and kill him after I deal with Amanda. But if there are other authors on his side, that could be a problem.

Me: Ethan, did you know that authors are invincible?

Ethan: No, why?

Me: Just sayin'...

Anton: What is up with Steve?

Ioanna: I think that's all he can say.

Anton: Hmmm. Well, it does make me feel welcome. Hello, Steve! And all you people in that post.

Dianok: I see you two have stopped arguing. That's good.

Anton: I don't even know why we were arguing. But don't mention that to Ioanna, or she'll get irate again.

Ioanna: Irate???

Anton: See? Irate. Amanda, you need to do something about her.

Me: Can't. In the story she's mad at you, so that means she's mad at you here.

Anton: Oh boy...

Mordir: Yeah... Kimun's gonna be a problem. If he beat Seymour, there's no way I can beat him. [Glances over his shoulder] There're so many heroes over here! Seymour's bad enough, but then I've got Karls and Benjamin to deal with. The new boy.... why don't we take out all the heroes, too? Mots likely we've had some contact/battle with them, revenge here and now would be perfect. [To Ethan] Brilliant, you're in. Too bad Klista and those other two left, they've apparently left quite the mark on others.

Cory: Aw, why can't we see it?

Me: Because we can at least respect the villains' privacy this time.

Lorielle: No fair.

Tesmir: Aris's got a gun here, Elanhil.

Me: I'd be no help. I only just shot an actual gun for the first time a few days ago. I wanna see a picture of Steve!

Tynx: Yeah!

Me: Do you even know what Steve is?

Tynx: Yep. A blue footed birbie.

[Crickets begin to play in the silence]

Tynx: What?

Me: Where's.... where's Chase?

Cory: He's standing where you left him. Poor guy saw the dragons and kinda froze up.

Tesmir: We've been trying to get him to move, but he won't budge.

Me: He'll be fine. Chase! The dragons won't hurt you. And if they do, the barriers will stop them. Hopefully.

Chase: Oh, you're very encouraging. Keep in mind here I'm from your world, and my dad's just remarried, and I get a new sister into the bargain.

Me: Oh yeah. But hey, you'll get to go on lots of cool adventures.

Chase: WHere?

Me: As of yet, I have the White House and at least one completely different world, as well as a store.

Chase: Wonderful.

Me: It is, isn't it? ^^

Seymour: Niarah, shall we settle a time for our duel?

Diego steps into Misura Larga, and lunges in Quarta. He recovers carefully, and retreats back out of range
Diego:(@Aidan) What sounds familiar?

Carolina:(@Tynx) A little disconcerting. One moment I'm sitting on my bed reading the journal, the next I'm back in old California. (@Lady Aris) Diego is Diego's name. Zorro is the alibi he goes under, so that nobody knows who the man behind the mask is.

Gaillard:(@Ethan) I'm no peasant! I'll have you know that I'm a page in King Riordan's court!

Auraelia: *front snap kicks the mothball, sending it flying high in the air towards Elanhil* *notices Telvia, and immediately turns her mind away from the mothball* (@Telvia) *puts arm around her shoulders* It's all right! We're all here because we're underdeveloped! I don't even have a book like everyone else, I'm only from a short story!

Me:(@Elanhil the author) LOL! I know where you got the gun thing from!

Me:(@the villains) I don't have a villain on here either! And I have....*counts on fingers*...seven heroes here that are good with some sort of weapon. Mwhahahahaha! (great...now I sound like a villain :P)

Rahor - (eyeing the villains with complete distrust) Whispering is a sure way of getting in trouble, I hope you know.

Sumira - (coldly) And your point is?

Rahor - We should attack them now and destroy them.

Sumira - Why?

Rahor - They dishonor this forum with their presence.

Niarah - (casts a sideways glance at the author) You seem a little extreme today, brother.

Me - Meet the new Rahor. Defender of good, knight of gallantry, and all that.

Niarah - (claps her paw over her eyes) This is going to kill Dad.

Me - He gets better as the story progresses. I'm just experimenting.

Rahor - On me.

Me - Yep.

Niarah - *Sigh*

Thysal - How come there are so many dragon dislikers in here? (eyes Chase)

Niarah - (bows gracefully) I'm ready whenever you are, Seymour.

Me - This week might not be a good time, I might not be on as much.

Niarah - And? I vote we do the best we can. (Draws her staff from its sling across her back and firmly affixes a blade to either end)

Rahor - You're biased.

Me - Maybe I should bring in my new characters, my shapeshifter and my sea-elf. I'm wondering if they're real characters, or just spinoffs of others from movies.

Thysal - Maybe you should try them and find out?

Seymour: Since we our authors have the same time zones, it shouldn't be too hard to set a time.

Me: Except that I'm usually on on weekdays around three.

Seymour: Well, there's that...

Mordir: [To Raven (the author)] Make one up! The more villains we get, the better.

Tesmir: We're no peasants, either.

Cory: Don't get started, you nearly killed the other guy who said that.

Me: Gotta go, pizza time! And Cosby's!

Aidan: I can teach you, they're pretty easy to learn.
Me: I don't have a villian perhaps I should bring all of my characters in and show what type of stories I write.

Hunter: *steps in and presses the attack with something along the lines of a lumpy figure-eight attack*

Me: Works every time, especially with two lightsabers.

Me: @Raven of the wood. Oh. Yeah. I was a bit low on creativity.

Elanhil: [watches as the mothball flies near the top of the ceiling and through the boundary. Holds both hands up] IT'S GOOD!!

Me: ELANHIL!!

Elanhil: [glances at me, then notices the mothball] AAAH!! [Sprints over to where it's coming down]

Me: He's close, will he make it!!

Elanhil: [dives, barely missing the mothball]

Me: Ooh, fumble.

Merashath: I don't think we'll be able at all to get all the authors, but at least we can get our own. Let's go!! CHARGE!!!! [Merashath charges at me, only to be intercepted by Elanhil.

Elanhil: STOP!!!

Me: Yikes. Elanhil, may I remind you, Merashath is invincible.

Elanhil: [face turns white]

Merashath: [Laughs. Flies at Elanhil, and grabs him by the shoulders. He flies up, and tries to tear Elanhil to pieces, but can't. Instead he drops him]

Me: [Causes elanhil's fall to slowly stop as he approaches the ground.]

Merashath: [charging at me] there's no stopping me--I'M INVINCIBLE!!!!

Me: [small smile creeps across face]

Merashath: [Slowly gets smaller, smaller and smaller. Finally, as he runs into my nose...] a MOUSE!!! NO!!! NOT A MOUSE!!! AUGH!!!!

Me: That's what happens to naughty villains. Elanhil, You alright?

Elanhil: Just a scratch, I'll be ok.

Me: You sure are brave. Anyway, here's a pic of steve. And he's a blue-footed boobie, not birbie.

Steve: Hi!

Sorry, the file name looks a bit weird.

Me: AW! He's so cute!

Tynx: He's got blue feet! Cool! How'd you do that, Steve?

Mordir: Fine by me. [Runs at me]

Cory: [Tackles Mordir] You moron, didn't Merashath fate teach you anything?

Mordir: Get off, Benjamin! [Kicks off and stand up, only to face Seymour] Grr...

Seymour: I won't deny you have courage, but really lad, here?

Mordir: Yes, here!

Me: One.... Two.... Three....

Tynx: [Attacks Mordir]

Mordir: [Easily sweeps him aside] Move, Luvaran!

Seymour: No. You should know better than to do this. Put down your sword and -

[Cory tackles Mordir from behind, knocking them both to the ground. Blades out, they 'wrestle']

Lorielle: You're just gonna let them do that?

Me: ....

Mordir: [Throws Cory off and cuts of shoulder deeply. Spring up and runs at me, ignoring Seymour completely]

[A big pit opens up under Mordir, and he falls in. The top closes over him.]

Tynx: You squished him.

Me: No I didn't. Only the top closed. He's just in a dark, very small hole in the ground. Might be hard to breathe, but after ruffling the other villains into rebellion, he might deserve it.

Cory: [Sits up, one hand gripping his shoulder] What I wouldn't give to get at him right now.

Me: Chill. He'll stay down there for a while, then he can come out once he's calmed down.

Tynx: .... Well, as cheery as this is, I'm gonna go talk to Steve and Elkine.

Me: Have fun.

Chase: [Looks at Thysal] Oh, I have nothing against dragons, honest! I.... I just, just never expected to see one in person. I'm sorry if I offended you. Dragons are pretty cool, but it's kind of a shock to see one that actually alive.

Me: See? He's warming up. Maybe Cassie-

Chase: No! Not her! She stays wherever it is you brought me from.

Me: Alright, alright.