Thysal - (distainfully at Eran,) Hmph. Dragons are not a sign of great evil, you could say the same thing about lions. And we are NOT fenced in, we just stay within the margins because we want to. (to Melody) Hey, if you think he's jumpy, can I make him more so?

Me - Thysal, DON'T you DARE!

Thysal - *sniff*

Arctax - I can't believe this.

Azura - (glares at her friends, then turns away) Hi Kyra! Great to see you on here. Are you in the same story as Alathia?

Arctax - Who's your brother?

Zanraz - (eyes Cory) I don't think your friend Darias would have any influence on me. (examines his claws) Actually, he sounds like a fascinating character.

Arctax - Zanraz, be quiet, will you?

Zanraz - (smirks cunningly) As you wish, oh wise and marred Scarstripe. (wanders off towards the margins)

Arctax - That name is seriously annoying. He doesn't have a lot of imagination.

Azura - Oh, he does. He just doesn't think it's worth using on you.

Arctax - That's what I thought. (To Cory) So, you're a dragon fan too? Interesting. So if your author made a dragon for you, what would the ideal be?

Silvergold - Quiet, meek, and civilized.

Azura - (glares) Every word out of your mouth is a complaint. Switch to a different mode, will you?

(Silvergold grumbles under her breath)

Me - Ok, lets head out. All of you, back to your places.

Azura - I'm dreading this . . . .

Thysal - It'll work out.

Raug: This dumb boundary!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It won't let me plot with the other villians!

Griffin: Ruag, those other villians would tear you up.

Raug: sure...

Me: Yeah, you aren't really a huge threat.

Raug: What! I demand a bigger part.

Me: Sorry, not gonna happen.

Raug: (stomps off sulking)

Matt: So, what's his problem?

Phillip: It has something to do with the electric molecules in the post margins not allowing post teleportation. Plus he likes to believe he is the ultimate villian.

Tesra: But he is nothing but a simple slave trader.

Matt: Who's that?

(Two men walk in. One is a stately figure in green robes with an evil glare. The other has dark brown skin and is wearing a leather vest, tan pants, and a lion skin over his shoulders. His dark hair is in dreadlocks past his shoulders and he has an stony glare. He is well muscled while the first is thin with a haughty gaze.)

Tesra: Who are they?

Timuth: It's good to meet you as well. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Timuth, tyrant king of Perlin.

Ravok: I am Ravok warrior lord of Taaklin.

Me: Timuth's in green and Ravok is in brown. These are my newest villians.

Raug: (Raug runs back over as soon as he sees the new villians) Oh, good now I can plot.

Timuth: What! Peasant! I would not stoop so low as to speak anything, but insults or commands to you! You should be beggin me not to kill you.

Raug: What!

Phillip: What did we tell you?

Raug: We'll see who is beggin for mercy soon. (draws sword)

Ravok: (draws a huge, two-handed sword from behind his back)(icily) I wouldn't.

Raug: (hastily returns sword to sheath) Right.

Griffin:(snicker)

Ravok: (turning round to face Griffin) Would you like a fight, boy? I claim this forum in the name of Taaklin!

Me: Oh, no you don't! Uh, I better get going.

Matt: Wait! Bye!

Me:(sigh)

Me: Wow, it took a long time to catch up! I haven't been on in a while, so I have some new characters to introduce! Ciarra, Vera, Kyra, and Rhain, you can come out now! (Evening L. Aspen, you stole my name! )

*4 characters walk out. Kyra comes first, walking with her head held high. Rhain the elf is running by her side. Ciarra comes next, and she avoids making eye contact with anyone. Vera is glaring at Ciarra as she rides in on a black stallion.*

Me: Don't just stand there! Introduce yourselves.

Vera: I should not be forced to introduce myself to a group of peasants! As second-in-command of the Gralian army...

Kyra: Be quiet, you!

Rhain: This could get really messy really quick. You two need to act like civilized people.

Kyra: Really, Rhain? I don't need to treat her with any respect whatsoever.

Vera: *rolls eyes* My position requires that you obey me!

Kyra: Your position? As what? Evil conqueror of Failon?

Me: That's enough! Sorry, everyone. Kyra and Vera tend to get out of hand when they meet. Now, Kyra, I want you to tell everyone about yourself.

Kyra: Whatever you say. I am Kyra Rae of the village of Narn. As you can see, my life's goal is to help free my country, Failon, from the tyranny of Gra, and then lead my people back to the ways of Elohim.

Vera: Which will never happen.

Me: Girls...

Rhain: I'll go next. I'm Rhain, an elf who grew up among the humans after my mother died. I am trying to find my people right now. They retreated into the northern forests when Gra invaded.

Kyra: Cowards.

Rhain: *shoots Kyra an icy look* And once I find them, I plan on convincing them to join the war against Gra and Maeldor.

Kyra: Yeah right.

Me: Kyra, please be quiet for at least one moment. Ciarra, you can go next.

Ciarra: Me?

*Kyra looks at Ciarra pointedly and Ciarra sighs.*

Ciarra: I am Ciarra Esi. I was raised in Gra after being captured, and I ran away less than a year ago.

Kyra:(softly) Is that all you're going to say?

Ciarra: (nods)

Kyra: Ciarra isn't very open about her past. She...

Me: Kyra, please let Ciarra decide how much she wants to say about herself! Vera, it's your turn.

Vera: No. These peasants should already now who I am.

Me: Well, I need to go. Come on, guys.

Kyra: Already?

Me: (sigh) Yes!

(Note: Just so you guys don't get thoroughly confused, I wanted to tell you that these characters don't live in Arenia and aren't part of my shapeshifter story!)

Azura - Peasants indeed, Lady Vera. I myself am of royal blood, being the princess of Ilaria. (to everyone else) Hello there, great to meet you!

Thysal - Nice to see you all here. I think you already know me, so I'll refrain from an intro.

Silvergold - (eyes the newcoming villains) Nice. Just what we need. More serpents in disguise.

Arctax - Hush, wolf! If you want to take on any of them, please do so, but don't expect us to back you up.

Silvergold - I'll keep my mouth shut. Touchy feline.

Zanraz - (to Timuth and Ravok) Welcome my friends, but before we go any further, allow me to state that whoever claims this forum, it'll be me. As a born conqueror and warlord, if anyone wishes to cross me, I'll be pleased to meet any of you in combat. If not, we can contrive a plan to rule.

Arctax -(at Ravok) I seriously hope that isn't a real feline skin you're wearing.

Azura - As long as he doesn't fancy snow leopard, we're fine. Poor Griffin, Phillip, Matt, and Tesra to deal with such creatures.

Thysal - Good thing they have a gryphon. Honestly though, if anyone crosses over here with thoughts to conquer, they won't have much time to think before they're stuck in an iceblock.

Me - Simmer down, everyone. PrincessoftheKing, I really like your new charries. Which one is your MC?

Azura - I'd guess Kyra.

Silvergold - (teasingly) Which one?

Vera: Well, Zanraz, I think that I might lay claim to this forum myself. As daughter of Maeldor, emperor of Gra, I believe myself to be the most qualified to rule.

Kyra: You are no more fit to take over this forum than you are to rule Failon!

Vera: And why does your opinion matter, peasant?

Kyra: You are just as much a 'peasant' as I am, especially considering that you are adopted!

Vera: (drawing her sword) Would you like to battle this out, Failonian?

Rhain: (jumps in between the two combatants) Stop. Now is not the time.

Kyra: Yes, Rhain. Vera, this is not over.

Me: (Sighs) You two are hopeless. (To Ciela Rose) Kyra and Ciarra are my two MCs.

Kyra: Vera, you should note that I am the MC, not you.

Ciarra: I'm not enjoying this. My sister against my friend...

Me: Ciarra! It was supposed to be a secret that Vera is your sister!

Ciarra: Oh, I'm sorry... I didn't know. Everyone in the story knows that Vera is my sister.

Vera: (sarcastically) Good job, Ciarra.

Kyra: Leave Ciarra alone!

Rhains: I think we had better leave. Maybe Abby will actually go write, instead of just talking about it!

Me: Rhain! I do write, just not about you yet!

Cory: I don't know if I would call myself a dragon fan. I certainly have nothing against them, they're fascinating creatures. They... I don't know...

Me: That's probably what his dragon would be like, actually, Silvergold. And maybe with better control over it's temper.

Cory: I have perfectly fine control over my temper.

Seymour: Mmhmm.

Cory: [Looks at Zanraz] Maybe not, but he'd try. [Looks at Maedhros] Oh, I thought this place was more like neutral ground, where everyone could mingle, you could say.

Lorielle: More new people! Hi!

Seymour: [Nods with a smile to new characters]

Tesmir: [Flares up at Vera's first comment] Peasant?! You- [Winces when Rune grips his arms tightly] Ow, ow, OK, OK! Let go!

Rune: Behave yourself. Tilmere doesn't know you're here, and should you decide to keep on acting foolishly, then he'll know within mere minutes.

Lorielle: Um... Can we just try to get along?

Darias: Alright, what did you both do with those stones?!

Cory: [Whirls around rapidly, unsheathing his knife]

Me: Easy, easy! Ah, this is Darias, everybody. He's the main villain in my story.

Darias: I am not yours.

Me: I killed you.

Darias:

Seymour: Honestly, you're all acting like children. Cory, put your knife away. Lorielle, you two, don't think I didn't see you. Rune, let go of Tesmir. Tesmir, calm down about what others say. I mean no offense, but pretty much all of us are peasants in some form or another. And you, Darias, better behave yourself. You are at the disadvantage, so I advise that you refrain from antagonizing the youths here. Specifically Cory and Lorielle.

Me: I think that's the longest paragraph you've ever spoken, Seymour. Good for you!

Lorielle: Can Cory get his dragon now?

Cory: Cory doesn't needa a dragon. I've had my share of thing winged creatures, thank you.

Lorielle: Oh come on! You need one! Who all thinks Cory needs a dragon?

Me: I haven't even put one in a story yet, and she's already trying to get him a dragon?

Me: I changed Ravok's name to Ravork.

Timuth: Oh, I wouldn't say he's at a disadvantage. There seem to be plenty of villains.

Raug: Not that we can get to em.

Griffin: Thank goodness.

Raug:

Matt: I think Cory needs a dragon! Do you think I can have a dragon?

Tesra and Griffin: NOOO!!!!!!!!

Me: No.

Matt: Ahhh...

Griffin: I much prefer Gryphins.

Charcoal: Raaaawwwttt!

Raug: (backs up)

Ravork: You coward. Scared of a flying kitty, are we?

Raug: Never!

Tesra: Oh, stop it. You are on the same side.

Timuth: By the way, I highly resent being referred to as a peasant.

Ravork: As do I. (draws sword and runs his finger over the edge) You should be careful.

Me: Right. And yet again I must go before a fight breaks out. (sigh)

Matt:

Griffin:

Me: Vera, I think you offended quite a few people when you called them peasants.

Kyra: (sarcastically) I wonder why.

Vera: Oh, I was not referring to Timuth and Ravork. As to the rest of the lot... I'll just let them stay offended. I could easily beat all of them.

Kyra: Yeah right. I've beaten you before.

Me:

Rune: Enough, Tesmir! [Struggles to hold Tesmir back] You can't get to her anyway, so just calm down.

Lorielle: See? Matt says you need a dragon.

Cory: But where on earth would I get one? As far as I know, there aren't any in Piensor.

Reine: Shame, they're marvelous flyers.

Me: I can always think up a new story. I kind of need a new story to write-

Seymour: And the other ones you have are?

Me: Um... stories yet to be finished. I hate it when i lose all motivation for a story! I get so excited over it and weeks later it dies! Especially the Alpha-Body Program! I had it all written down on a notebook, then I started writing the actual story, and I lose motivation!

Darias: There does seem to be quite a few of them. Too bad I can't get through.... Maybe portals work here, as they do in Piensor and in the girl's world?

Cory: Fat chance. Ask the ones who've tried getting through.

Thysal - (flaps her wings proudly) Glad you think so highly of us dragons. Personally, I think Lorielle is the one who needs the dragon. Cory sounds less then enthusiastic.

Azura - Great idea. (laughs) Now they'll never calm her down. Darias . . . no comment. Are you another maniacal rule-the-world type?

Zanraz - Very few of us actually have the ability and skill needed for such a venture. I happen to be quite capable of it. (bares his fangs at Vera) I don't think that you could beat me, my spoilt friend. On the contrary, I think you'd better beware, you might not find this leopard as easy to conquer as any of the others.

Azura - (to Ciela) Thanks a lot, I have to defeat this feline? Actually, he sounds overconfident, but the scary thing is. . . he could probably back up anything he says. (to Vera) If you feel the need to kill him, please do!

Arctax - (chuckles) That'd be ideal. All these villains get together and cancel each other out. Then we'd just have to rule our lands in peace.

Silvergold - I don't see that happening anytime soon (watches Ravork carefully) I hope that guy doesn't want a wolfskin anytime soon.

Pardon the gap! I have not been feeling overly creative today, and have had a hard time thinking of something good to write here...

Me: Greetings to all new characters, including both Kyra's. (you two will never live this down...)

Maedhros: Welcome!

Me: Feanoro is not here. (I got tired of working him up because that's not all he is...I want to show more of his soft side [his father] but if I'm getting him worked up all day over here, I can't do that...).

Eran: But I am!

Me: No, you're not! You've been up all day today and all last night and all day yesterday! Go back home and go to bed. I don't have time to deal with you and those dragons right now.

Woah, I think I need to get off here...if I'm snapping at historical characters, I should not be writing!

(sorry, a lot of stress today)

Maybe I can find some better characters tomorrow! I do have one fantasy piece, the characters just aren't very developed yet.

Cory: Exactly!

Lorielle: Me?

Cory: Yes you. Like Thysal said, you're more enthusiastic about them. And you're not afraid of heights.

Lorielle: Oh, I forgot.....

Daris: [Snorts] I am not maniacal. You could I say I am a take-over-the-world type, yes. But not crazy.

Cory: What? Those stones completely took you over, they made you all lop-sided crazy weird.

Darias: And it apparently made you and your friends reckless. [Gets hits in the head with a fist-sized rock] Ow! What was that for?!

Lorielle: [Innocently examining fingernails]

Tesmir: [Still trying to calm down]

Me: Goodness, maybe I shouldn't have brought him in...

Me: (to Abby) I did NOT steal your name. *fake scowl*

Kyra: Other Kyra, how to you pronounce your name? Mine is pronounced "kai-ruh". Maybe I should go by Kyra Arden...

Aiisha: Or "Kyra Ta--"

Me: Shhh! You're not supposed to spoil the story!

Aiisha: *grin* Ooooh... sorry.

Alister:

Kyra: *shy smile*

Me: Ooo-kay. Arctax, Forrest is Kyra's brother. He's not here right now, but I'll bring him later.

Kyra: Oh, Azura, actually I'm not in the same story as Aláthia. We're good friends, though.

Me: How does that work?

Kyra: *shrug* I've got a lot of down time. You haven't been writing much, lately.

Me: I'm working on an outline.

Aiisha: Right.

Me: How do you pronounce Aiisha's name, Aspen?

Lorielle: Cory's gonna get a dragon!

Cory: Excuse me? I thought we already discussed this and were getting you one.

Lorielle: Uh-uh. That portal's locked up now, so i can't get to Piensor, so you get the dragon!

Cory: You seem way too excited about this.

Tesmir: Dude, she's been rallying votes from characters from other worlds to get you a dragon. And you thought you'd get out of it?

Cory: [Starts to panic] W-wait, I don't really need one, do I? I-I mean-

Me: I've already started on the story.

Cory: Now hold on a minute. Why do I get a dragon? Why is it necessary?

Me: Because I think it's a cool story to write, and I want to go more into Piensor than I had in the first two.

Cory: [Runs hand through hair in distress] I... I know nothing about a dragon!

Me: You learn more in the story. Cory, I hardly have the basic plot set up. You're worrying too much.

Cory: I have full right to worry! I've never flown before! Did I mention i'm not a huge fan to heights?!

Darias: Coward.

Tesmir, Rune, Seymour, Reine, and Lorielle: [Looks at Cory]

Cory: I am not!

Darias: Then you wouldn't be trying to fight your fate, boy.

Cory: I'm.... alright fine. I'll stay quiet about it.

Seymour: I'm sure you'll do fine.

Me: The dragon's gotta hatch and grow up, first.

Cory: What would be good to know about dragons?

Me: Good question. I don't think I've ever usede a dragon in a story before. Any advice would be great.

Seymour: Odd. I would have expected the writer to know more than the character.

Me - Depends on the dragon. Mine is sentient, and completely independant minded.

Thysal - Thanks. But anyway, treat the dragon nicely, don't pull scales off, and don't forget to feed it. If you let it go, it'll find it's own food, which is a good thing, except that you might have to pay for property damage. As for flying, don't fall off, and whatever you do, don't upchuck on the dragon.

Silvergold - That works. I guess. I'm not sure that this was the advice they need.

Thysal - It's good to know, though.

Azura -

Me: It is good to know. Not falling off is probably the most important. But that could be just me.

Cory: [Runs hand through hair again] Uh, alright.... What kind of a dragon will I be stuck with?

Me: Um.... I dunno, I haven't really worked out that part. Maybe a calm, not-very-easily-angered type? Most likely very, very protective.

Cory: You just gonna work out his whole personality right now?

Me: Why not? Maybe a little bold, too...

Lorielle: You'll enjoy it, Cory.

Cory: I guess...

Me: It'll be an experience for both you and me.... and Tesmir.... and Seymour...

Lorielle: You guys are lucky. I can't come.

Cory: Wish you could...

Cory: O-OK....

Seymour: You'll do fine. Just keep calm.

Cory: Listen I don't have any problem with having a dragon. I like dragons. But that means sooner or later it's gonna want me to fly with it.

Lorielle: He. It's gonna be a he.

Me: Enough, Lori. You're not even in this one.

Rune: You have to overcome the fear sometime, Cory.

Cory: I know. But I didn't think I'd be doing it thousands of feet in the air on the back of a dragon...

Tesmir: You worry too much, anyone ever tell you that?

Cory: No. And I don't worry too much.

Timuth to Iri: You don't sound so bad yourself.

Griffin: Or good either.

Matt: huh?

Tesra: Timuth said that Iri didn't sound to bad, so Griffin made a joke by saying he didn't sound good.

Griffin:...that just ruined it...

Matt: I don't think so.

Timuth: I read about your weapons, Iri. Very intresting, although I would imagine it would be hard to defend against other weapons.

Phillip: Well, not really. Because of the linear alignment with Iri's fingers and the stoutness of the blades, he could block virutally any attack simply by raising them to meet the oncoming weapon. Of course, he would have to do something to them so that his own blades would not puncture his skin. Pikes may pose a problem, but simple slash to sever the rod would take care of it.

Raug: Am I the only one who isn't quite sure what he said?

Griffin: Okay, I think it was about blocking other weapons with Iri's claw things.

Phillip: Precisely.

Timuth: I really didn't need an answer from orphan scum.

Me: That's low, Timuth.

Tesra: You were the one that made him like that.

Me: And?

Ravork: I should be off leading my warriors into battle, not chatting with peasants.

Griffin: Don't start this peasant thing all over again.

Ravork: I was refering to the people in this post, Timuth excluded.

(Griffin and Ravork exchange glares)

Me: We had better leave.

Matt: Bye!

Me: Wow! Lot's of new characters. Haven't been on in a while.

Prof. Funderwall: (to Philip) Finally, a man who matches my education.

Scarbee: Ah, some fine education you got. You spelled his name wrong!

Prof. Funderwall: I did not!

Me: Sorry, Professor, Scarb's right. Phillip has to "Ls" in it.

Prof. Funderwall: Merely a result of momentary insanity.

Scarbee: Ah, you always suffer from that.

Prof. Funderwall: (glares at Scarbee)

Mindy: Enough you two!

Scarbee: Anyone knows what a peasant is? I think it's an insult.

Mussorgsky: Oh, pheasant! I'll take two.

Prof. Funderwall: He said peasant, not pheasant. Peasant refers to one's status in society.

Mindy: Is that bad?

Prof. Funderwall: Not necessarily. However, the way this Ravork fellow said it is quite demeaning.

Mindy: But, I'm a warrior just like him, so I'm not a peasant right?

Prof. Funderwall: You are not exactly the commander of an army; and technically you are a peasant.

Me: We'd better go before someone gets angry...

Azura - I think I made my position clear on my status.

Arctax - Yeah, but technically I'm a peasant.

Silvergold - I always wondered why you didn't take that much insult from it.

Arctax - I make it a point to not be insulted by high class villains like those; they always fall in the end.

Jade - How touching. Scarbee, Mindy, and everyone else, welcome back!

Thysal - (to Blaze) Hi there! I've heard a lot about you from the story development section. Mostly Aaron's thoughts. So basically everyone in Eruwaedhiel's section has a dragon?

Silvergold - Except Iri.

Thysal - I thought he did?

Azura - Well, either way, it's nice to meet you, Blazeheart (assuming that's your full name). Personality-wise, how do you compare with Smoky?

Silvergold - I'm hoping calm and temperate.

Arctax - (eyes her) I wonder why no one asked you?

Zanraz - (to Timuth and Ravork) So, what kind of weapons do you possess? I know humans don't own many natural ones, but you are normally good at improvising with steel and sword.

Arctax - Do you really want to know their weaponry or do you want to gauge their intelligence and your ability to use them?

(Zanraz ignores him)

Azura - Both, probably.

Zanraz - On the contrary, I think that I'll enjoy working with this pair, maybe they can find a way out.

Azura - Keep hoping. I doubt you'll make it.

Arctax - Has anyone seen Feanoro lately? And has Aaron simmered down yet?

Thysal - Of course he has. Dragons have calming effects on certain people.

Silvergold - Whatever you say, my friend. (shakes head)

Me: Feanoro is helping me write. Or something like that.

::steps back from character intro and talks normal::

Actually, I've been really busy with ScriptFrenzy and my sample knitting job, so I just haven't had time or brains to come up with some character chatter. Sorry!

Prof. Funderwall: (re: Jade) We have had quite a leave of absence. It is good to be back.

Me: Been busy with this year's Script Frenzy and other work.

Mussorgsky: It rather pleasant talking with everyone, but it is very hard to keep track of so many characters. We should all have Facebook pages!

Me: What?!

Mindy: Yeah, that way we could easily keep track of everyone and keep up with all our friends.

Scarbee: No one steal my username! Mine will be "hystericalhare".

Me: Whoa! Wait a minute.

Prof. Funderwall: I think it's a splendid idea!

Me: You guys can't have Facebook pages.

Scarbee: And why not?

Me: You're all fictional characters.

*stunned silence*

Me: Oh boy.

Tesmir: It's not a bad thing to not have one, guys. You can still keep up with everyone here.

Seymour:What is this FaceBook? I've never heard of it.

Me: That's comes from being a medieval character in a world that has no electricity.

Lorielle: Where's Cory?

Tesmir: Prob'ly tryin' to find his dragon. Honestly, after that thing got to its full height, he's been ecstatic. Total change form what we've seen.

Me: He does know he can bring him in, right?

Rune: We don't know, you're the one to tell him.

Me: Oh, I didn't know that, really.

Darias: The boy thinks he deserves a dragon? Does he have any idea how rare those creatures are?

Lorielle: Oh go sulk in a hole. No asked you for your opinion.

Darias: [Snorts in disgust]

[A large, goldenrod-colored dragon lands heavily, sending up clouds of dust]

Lorielle: Wow, is that him?!

Tesmir: Yeah, that's him. Where's Cory?

Me: This is Rowen, everyone. He's Cory's dragon.

Cory: [Slides off Rowen's back] Hatched just a few days ago.

Rowen: [Blinks around at everyone] It is a pleasure to meet Cory's friends. But where am I?

Me: A place where characters form other stories and world come to chat.

Rowen: I see. So, it is like a crossing between worlds?

Cory: He's fairly new to everything.

Rowen: To this, yes. But I am not 'fairly new' to my own world. I didn't know there were other dragons here.

Cory: I thought I told you that.

Rowen: So did I.

Me @ Thysal: I could bring in some non-Dragonriders, but I think it's a lot more fun with the Riders. Especially the interactions between the Riders and dragons. I don't have very many non-Riders...and besides, they might be rather...*ahem* boring.

Clark: Who says I'm boring? *raises eyebrow*

Me: oh...Clark...sorry. I didn't particularly mean you. How'd you get in here?

Aaron: Wow, she's actually being polite to someone for once.

Me: Well, he is royalty. Everyone, this is Clark, Prince of Carseld.

*Clark nods sharply. He is tall with fair hair, blue eyes, and broad, strong shoulders, his half-rounded ears bearing testimony to his mixed heritage. Clark is part human, part elf. He looks up and reads the peasant debate*

Clark: Well, let's not start that again. I think you all know who I am...and hopefully will be. None of you villains better touch any of my Riders.

Iri: Riiiiight. Sorry, half-breed, but I already did.

Clark: Watch your back, traitor, and see that you do not catch an arrow in it.

Kelly: Oooooh, good one, your majesty. *grin*

Ravork: I carry a five foot long, two-handed sword, with the sheath strapped to my back. I will also carry, only into battle, a battle axe with a five foot handle (including the blade) and a double blade that is three feet across.

Tesra: Wowwww...

Timuth: I carry an assassin knife in my boot, it is only about 9 in. long. I will also sometimes carry these new weapons known as grenades.

Tesra: I carry a two two-and-a-half foot long knives and a longbow, not that anyone asked.

Lorielle: In your boot? What happens if it sticks you?

Cory: Then someone's gonna be in a lot of pain.

Darias: [Looks at Clark] Another Lu-

Seymour; [Snarls] Still your tongue, Darias!

Rowen: [Blinks at story he's in] Mind telling me what happened to it?

Me: I started over.

Rowen: [Dips head to Clark] It is an honor to meet you.

Cory: Aye.

Seymour: [Tries to retain a calm expression]

Lorielle: He's happy to see another half-Elf, isn't he?

Rune: I think so.

Darias: What-

Rune: One more word and your tongue's coming out.

Seymour: Don't think I didn't hear.

Rowen: Do we have to fight even here? I thought he was supposed to be dead, anyways.

Me: Yeah, he is. But that's in the story.

Cory: Too bad it doesn't count here.

Lorielle: [Looks at Clark] What is Carseld like, sir? It sounds pretty.

Me - (to Scarbee) In all reality, Eruwaedhiel and I were discussing the irony of giving our characters Facebook pages. I thought it would be pretty funny. But a lot of work.

Thysal - That would be weird.

Arctax - (to Timuth and Ravork)  So you have weapons.  Anyone can own a sword or a dagger.  Question is, can you use them?"

Silvergold - I'd rather not know, thank you.

Azura - Pleasure to meet you, Prince Clark.  So, are you in charge of the DragonRiders, or are you one of them, or just a good friend?

Thysal - Nice you meet you Prince. As long as you don't get any ideas about riding this dragon, I'm proud to meet another human.

Jade - Hmm. (to Ciela) Speaking of warriors, can I introduce my father? Maybe he'll settle down some of the hotheads.

(Arctax glances at her but says nothing)

(A huge white tiger enters. Tigers are normally big felines, but he's taller then average. His eyes are a warm gray, but have an inner flame. His stripes are grey with long years and wisdom, but he is still strong and powerful)

Jade - Father, I'm glad you're here.

Marlas - Good to see you, daughter. Where is this place? (his eyes roam over the other charries with slight misgiving, especially on Iri and Ravork)

Jade - Kind of hard to explain.

Arctax - No kidding.

Me - C'mon guys, we need to get back to work. Jade, you better explain to Marlas on the way.

Timuth: (to Lorielle) I actually have a leather sheath inside my boot that it fits into.

Ravork: Weapons of that sort are not true weapons. They are for hiding in the shadows and then striking out. Real warriors do not hide.

Griffin: He actually said something I agree with...

Matt: Yep!

Tesra: Couldn't the blade just slice through the leather?

Phillip: Well, you actually need proper leverage to puncture any object that is not extremely delicate. You must take the blade and put more weight behind it than the object can support unaided.

Timuth: Exactly.

Griffin: If you say so...

Matt: He does!

Charcoal: (low growl)

Tesra: What's wrong with him Griffin?

Timuth: Probably the stench of slave trader.

Raug: What!!!!!!!

Griffin: No, he seems to be be angry and cautious.

Me: Oh no...

Tesra: What?

Me: Ummmm...nothing. You aren't supposed to know. Bye!

Matt: Wait!! Bye OK, we're good.

Lorielle: Oh. Is it uncomfortabvle to walk with it?

Tesmir: Oh, I'm sure a reall warrior could hide if he wanted to [Stumbles when Rune punches shoulder] Ow! I was only kidding!

Rune: Maybe, but do they know that?

Tesmir: This is why i prefer not having my brothers know where I am.

Me: Someone has to keep an eye on you.

Tesmir: [Leans against Rowen, grumbling]

Clark: *a bit taken aback*

Arionwyn: He's got a lot of questions to answer at once.

Aaron: Finally someone who knows how I feel.

Clark: Welll, to Lorielle, it would be hard to sum up what Carseld in a sentence of a reasonable length. After the Sifting--

Me: That's when Cae'ach came in and killed most of the Faithful -- see my recent post in History.

Clark: *clears his throat*

Me: Sorry. Go ahead.

Clark: After the Sifting, Carseld became a haven of sorts for the different races to come and recover. It was ruled for hundreds of years by the Faithful, who kept the people true to Quintor --

Me: God.

Clark: *ahem* and that dynasty has only recently been broken by the rule of my late father. Carseld has varied terrain -- featuring plains, mountains, deserts, forests, and even a realm enchanted by the Elves and kept hidden since the War of the Portals.

*Aaron blushes*

Clark: To Azura, yes, the Riders are under my command, as is an army of four thousand foot soldiers, two hundred cavalry and counting. Although, after that last battle, the size of my army has been sadly *looks down* halved. *recovers and takes a deep breath* Seymour, I'm honored to meet another of mixed heritage as I have. Doesn't sound like you have it easy in your world.

Lorielle: Wow...

Tesmir: She'd sit here all day and learn more if we let her, wouldn't she?

Cory: Aye.

Seymour: Aye, Luvarians are not liked among the Elves in Piensor.

Rune: Quit calling them that, Seymour. You aren't poor-blooded, no matter what others say.

Lorielle: Yeah you should be proud of your heritage. Not a lot of people can say they have a Human and an Elf for parents.

Rowen: I don't even know mine, so you're better off than me.

Cory: Why are we so negative? Seymour, Lorielle's right, don't be ashamed of the famil you were born into. It's a fine thing to have a Human parent and an Elven parent, it's better than having a father who works for an enemy.

Darias: If I remember-

Lorielle: Can he leave?

Me: [Pushes Darias out] There. Happy?

Seymour: You all are very kind. [Not sure what else to say]

Is it too late to introduce my own characters?

Azura - Nope, please introduce them whenever.

Me - Excuse me.

Azura - Sorry.

Me - Basically, you can just jump into the conversation whenever you want, but please be prepared to be bombarded with questions and other fun stuff. We love meeting new charries!

Azura - Of course we do!

Me - (gives Azura a glare) Though don't be surprised when they start talking on their own, it's an unfortunate side effect.

What she said. ^^

I want to play again here, everyone, I just need to get some of my fantasy characters in order... (I don't think I can sneak in my sci-fi humans into here) And that will not be until May. ScriptFrenzy comes first! But I'm still reading, fyi. Ya'll are very funny.

Me: Yeah, sometimes your characters can get away from you.

(I recieve glares from multiple charries)

Tesra: I have no idea what you mean.

Matt: Me niether.

Griffin: Matt! You're supposed to be glaring! Like this.

Matt: But I told before, I don't like that face.

Raug: Wimp.

Griffin: Now just wait a minute...(fingers spear)

Ravork: What...(draws sword)

Charcoal: Raaaeeeettt!!!!!!

Me: Whoa, wait a sec. This is exactly what I was talking about...

Matt: Bye!

Me: I assure you, all my charries are firmly under control.

*Aaron snickers*

Jacy: Qui t'a donné l'idée de tuer mon père, puis? J'ai pensé qui n'était pas votre plan originale.

Me: *jumps* Whoa! Jacy! Where'd you come from?

*Jacy cocks his head. He is a Tuliran, like Chayten, with skin a shade darker and hair a striking blond.*

Me: (to Jacy) Désolé. (to everyone else) I'll fix up a translation --

Chayten: Allow me. I shall use my abilities as a Rider to translate everyone's speech to Jacy and also to broadcast a translation of his speech to everyone's minds, but it will seem as if Jacy had spoken it because --

Me: Spare us the technical details, please.

Chayten: Fine. Jacy said: Who gave you the idea to kill my father, then? I thought that was not your original plan.

Me: Thank you. And to everyone else: that wasn't an original language. That was French. The Tulirans speak something akin to it. *blush* Sorry, Jacy. I really, really am sorry. I'm listening to Audiomachine's Fallen Soldiers right now and it just about brings me to tears every time. Does that make you feel better?

Jacy: Sort of.

Me: Well, if it makes you feel any better, I had no idea that that was French.

Tesmir: Why don't we have a different language?

Me: Becase I can't figure up so many words like others have. Take Mr. Paolini (I apologize if I have mispelled his name), he has an extensive and very well done dictionary of words. I've only got a few words on paper that were originally for an entirely different story, and that just got cut out completely. So that is why Piensor has no language of its own.

Seymour: You forgot to breathe.

Rowen: I don't understand much of what you're talking about. But what is a Tuliran?

Cory: [Sitting on Rowen's back, where his spikes 'shrank into his body] I think it's a race in Lady Eruwaedhiel's world. You know, like how ours has Meriaks and Verians?

Me: Dude, you're not even supposed to know about them yet.

Rowen: [Snarls] Do not mention those fear-eating creatures!

Me: And, you're not supposed to know about them either.

Rowen: [Rumbles, then fans wings softly]

Alrighty, I think I will jump in and introduce some of the characters in the book I'm working on.

I'll do a brief description before they come in.

Makasi Tarro
Age: 18
Race: human
Gender: female
Hair: long, to the middle of her back
Hair color: dark choclate brown
Eyes: dark brown, almost black
Part in story: Main heroine

Amondor Deshirn
Age: 21
Race: human
Gender: male
Hair: long, about to his shoulder blades. Often tied back.
Hair Color: black
Eyes: pale blue
Part in story: Childhood friend of Makasi's. Seperated for several years then reunited at present age.

Kyentae Kutone
Age: 24
Race: human
Gender: male
Hair: shaggy/wavy
Hair color: blonde; the color of honey
Eyes: grey
Part in story: Amondor's friend from training camp. Later became Makasi's friend.

Me: Okay, let's see if I can keep them in character. You three may introduce yourselves.

Makasi: Hello!

Amondor: It is a pleasure to meet you.

Kyentae: Hah! Amondor, loosen up! This isn't such a formal occassion, my friend!

Amondor: *gives Kyentae an irritated look*

Makasi: Settle down, you two! *laughs* Kyentae, leave him be.

Kyentae: *smirks* Sure, sure.

Me: Wow, I must say, it is quite interesting how they come alive here...

Makasi: *raises eyebrow* Excuse me, but I believe we've always been alive.

Me: Well, yes, I suppose so. I just had to come up with a story line for you guys.

Kyentae: *squishes hands gainst head* This talk makes my head hurt. *gives me a lopsided grin*

Me: Ha, ha.

Amondor: It all seems quite complicated.

Me: That's why I'm the writer here. Anyways, I think this will wrap it us for us today. ^^

Kyentae: So soon?

Amondor: You just like the attention. *smirks*

Kyentae: *gasps in mock surprise* Never!

Makasi: *laughing in the background*

Me: Okay then! *scratches head* Now you've met them. Hope you enjoyed their presence! XD

Griffin: hmmm... They sound, umm, interesting

Tesra: Griffin, be nice!

Griffin: Sorry, my goodness.

Raug: Great, more good for nuthin good guys.

Timuth: Aaah, more peasants to torment, how delightful!

Ravork: (slides finger along sword) My thoughts exactly.

Matt: Hi!!!!

Me: Sorry, you'll have to excuse some of my characters. They can get away from me, if you know what I mean.

Matt: Bye!!!!!

Lorielle: Hi! [Waves excitedly]

Rowen: [Dips head respectfully]

Cory: Hey there. It's nice to meet all of you.

Seymour: I look forward to seeing you all more.

Me: I can't believe it! My last post didn't make it through!

Cory: Chill, not like they'd miss out on anything.

Me: True.

To Griffin:

Makasi: Excuse me? What do you mean by "interesting?"

Me: *shrugs* Don't look at me.

Amondor: I beg your pardon, Timuth, but you make the wrong assumption that we are peasants.

Kyentae: *points his thumb beside him* Well, Makasi over here is peasant-y.

Makasi: *throws a stick at him, but doesn't deny comment*

Amondor: Kyentae and I are from a well-reputable Forest Scouting group. I would prefer you do not demean our station.

Kyentae: That is correct, my good sir! *glances at Ravork* We, ourselves, have been trained to have fine swordsmanship, and if you dare---

Me: Hey, hey! Settle down, Kyentae! Let's not be hostile now.

Kyenate: *grins* Forgive me, I was jesting.

Makasi: It's true. Kyentae is a softy.

Kyentae: Not a softy, my lady, I only---

Makasi: Then why didn't you kill me when---

Me: *covers Makasi's mouth* Okay! Let's not give away unnecessary details here! Oh, and Griffin, please forgive their behavior tonight. I completely understand about the characters getting a little out of hand! ^^;

Me: Sorry for Griffin's comment, he has a dry sense of humor.

Timuth: Exactly as I said, you are peasants. I f you are not royalty, you are peasantry.

Phillip: Well, that is not completely true. There are the lordships, barons, dukes, elders, knights, and verin. Verin are people appointed for life by the population to elect the Emperor.

Me: Whoops, I forgot to let Phillip say anything in the last post.

Tesra: And you forgot Charcoal!

Charcoal: Raaeeettt!

Griffin: Yeah, just cause he's a gryphin, doesn't mean you should leave him out!

Me: Whoa, wait, no need to get hasty!

Ravork: On a nice ending note. I am the greatest warrior this side of The Hambard Sea! You could not stand up to my blade.

Matt: Yep! Bye!

Lorielle: Seymour's royal-

Me: [Glaring and tapping a foot]

Lorielle: Oops.

Me: Oops? That's all you care to say?

Cory: You do realize that these stories of yours don't EVER get out to be seen? Like, at all?

Me: Only because they're really long. But One of 'em has... kinda....

Cory: But that's not nearly as exciting as ours, now is it? [Smiles]

Rune: If it were not for the barrier, Ravork, it would be interesting to duel you.

Tesmir: [Mutters] Only you would think so, Rune...

Arionwyn: Woooooow more new people!

Aaron: I guess I can't use that gibe about more people to annoy anymore...it's gotten kind of old.

Blaze You what? *glares*

Aaron: Nevermind.



Me: I can identify with you (the author Griffin -- not the character)! I have some characters who delight in being overly sarcastic. Not that yours truly has anything in common with their sarcastic side, but anyway. @ Calenmiriel: I love your character's names! They're very unique, and may I say so, rather Chinese-sounding. I like!

Lady Eruwaedhiel,

Thanks for the compliment on my characters names! I make up all of my names from scratch. Can't say I'm very handy with Greek roots and such like others on the forum. ^^

I just love to manipulate words and put different sounds together until they almost have a certain taste. Actually, that's a perfect way of describing it! Making up the right name is coming up with a certain taste...Like Amondor is a softer, sweeter tasting name to Kyentae's saltier name. XD If that makes sense! Hahaha!

*Takes a deep breath*  Ok, I'm going to try something new on here.  Most of you know Azura and Arctax, and their friends.  Thanks to everyone's interaction, I have their personalities down and am better at writing dialogue.  So right now, I'm going to remove them from Character introductions, and introduce the characters from another story (which has yet to be written).  Right now, its just going to be Niarah, Rahor, and Traxus.

Niarah Amythar, snow leopard female, fiesty, headstrong, and spirited, with pale smoky fur and vivid amethyst colored eyes.

Rahor Stormclaw, snow leopard male, calm, collected, romantic sort of feline, opposite of his sister, Niarah.  His fur is pale silver and his eyes are piercing blue.

Traxus Iceflame is a gigantic young white tiger, intelligent, quiet, protective. 

Thysal - (watches as the new felines come in)  Oh, hello.

Me - Where'd you come from?  You're supposed to leave with the others.

Thysal - (shrugs)  I don't know.  No one fancied forcing me to move, so I stayed.

Niarah - (trots to the center of the room, glancing around curiously)  Wow, neat place.  This could be fun, verrry fun.  I wonder what kind of weapon that is . . .

Rahor - Sister, don't even think about it.

Thysal - About what?

Rahor - Challenging that Ravork character to a duel.  It might get out of hand.

Niarah - (rolls her eyes) You don't know that.  I could take him on.  Actually, I was eyeing that Iri creature over there . . .

Traxus - Listen to your brother, Niarah.

Me - Formally introduce yourselves, everyone.

Rahor - What?!

Niarah - (smugly) You heard her, Princeling. 

Me - You're next.

Rahor - (glances around nervously, then boldly begins)  Hello, I am
Rahor, Prince of Ilaria, son of King Arctax the Wanderer.

Thysal - Really?

Rahor - You doubt me?

Thysal - Not really.  Now I feel old.

Niarah - I'm Niarah, Rahor's sister.  Though my parents are the King and Queen, they pretty much let me have free rein, so I travel, wander, explore, you know, that sort of thing.

Traxus - She's more like her father, and Rahor is more like his mother;
Queen Azura.  Or his deceased grandfather, Rahor the First.

Thysal - Stop with the long terms and ancestry, please.  I'm getting dizzy.

Me - You'll get used to it.

Thysal - Uh-oh . . .

Me - But anyway, thanks for sticking with me, everyone. This might get out of hand, though. Maybe I should introduce some human characters sometime.

Niarah - Awesome!

Rahor -

Rowen: [Looks up at felines] Hello.

Cory: Nothing more to say?

Rowen: Should there be?

Cory [Shrugs] I figured you'd say more, that's all.

Lorielle: Oh, wow, they're beautiful!

Rowen: Is this King Arctax you speak of the same Arctax that used to be here?

Niarah - (looks at Rowen's comment) Father used to be here? Creepy.

Me - Yes. These new characters appear in a sequal to the current story I'm working on. Arctax and Azura are the parents of Niarah and Rahor.

Thysal - A big, happy family.

Rahor - This might get a little strange.

Thysal - you have no idea.