Moot Tales

[Taggart]

Gwen Irima: Before we start tho...
Gwen Irima: an elf gave me a little poem to read to you all...
Gwen Irima: some of you dont know her
Gwen Irima: others know her as the former guildmistress of my guild
Gwen Irima: *takes out a note nervously*
Gwen Irima: *recites*
Gwen Irima: Peace
Gwen Irima: there's a name for war and killing
Gwen Irima: there's a name for giving in
Gwen Irima: When you know another answer
Gwen Irima: For me the name is sin
Gwen Irima: But there's still time to turn around
Gwen Irima: And make all hatred cease
Gwen Irima: And give another name to living
Gwen Irima: and we could call it peace
Gwen Irima: *silences*
Gwen Irima: now the intro is over...


WaterFay Eversky: my poem is called Natures Harmony
WaterFay Eversky: *smiles*
WaterFay Eversky: Wet grass in between my toes,
WaterFay Eversky: the smell of rain is in the air.
WaterFay Eversky: A feeling of absolute peace emanates from the forest around you. Plants and animals in perfect
WaterFay Eversky: harmony. The sounds of birds chirping and whistling to natures tune.
WaterFay Eversky: Animals of all shapes and sizes living and playing in a pure dance of freedom and innocence
WaterFay Eversky: trees swaying slightly in the breeze, sweet scents of lilac and various blossoms.
WaterFay Eversky: fill the air around you, a peace of understanding washes over you. Time seems to stand still here.
WaterFay Eversky: Where life of all things, Come together in natures purest setting. As you start to walk on
WaterFay Eversky: through the wood. Animals scurry quickly to their safe guarded homes.
WaterFay Eversky: The more you walk the more you feel your disturbing one of life's greatest gifts.
WaterFay Eversky: peace and harmony in subtle union with each other.
WaterFay Eversky: *bows*


Jordan Jurrel: The theme for tonight is peace; however at the same time I have been
Jordan Jurrel: constantly requested for the story of how I gained this armor.
Jordan Jurrel: I am afraid that how I gained this armor would not meet that subject.
Jordan Jurrel: So I present to you a cautionary tale; of pride and self-belief so
Jordan Jurrel: outrageously strong that the need for order and justice eclipsed what
Jordan Jurrel: it was there to protect in the first place - stability and peace.
Jordan Jurrel: *looks around the room*
Jordan Jurrel: *clears throat again*
Jordan Jurrel: In the Old Order of Malas; when that land was part of another place,
Jordan Jurrel: before the great cataclysm that swept through that broken facet, there
Jordan Jurrel: lived an Order of powerful knights, dedicated to all that is pure and good.
Jordan Jurrel: The Order of Luna kept the opposing Deathwrights of Umbra at bay, separated as they
Jordan Jurrel: were by the glittering crystal sea. Yes, a sea comprised of liquid crystals.
Jordan Jurrel: A beautiful thing to behold!
Jordan Jurrel: *smiles*
Jordan Jurrel: The Order held the respect and love of the people they ruled. In that ancient
Jordan Jurrel: time there was a balance between life and death, paladins and necromancers, each
Jordan Jurrel: opposing the fundamental forces that lived within Malas. Although both forces
Jordan Jurrel: didn't see eye to eye - they understood and respected the other's province.
Jordan Jurrel: *looks around again*
Jordan Jurrel: *uses a darker tone of voice*
Jordan Jurrel: As time flowed ever forth, the Paladin's of the Order became discontent. Why
Jordan Jurrel: should they suffer a world where there were people who could not believe
Jordan Jurrel: as they do, not understand as they do, not do as they do. And so, they started to
Jordan Jurrel: change. The officers of the order began a harsh rule on their people. And as
Jordan Jurrel: they did so, their rule started to fracture the peace that they had worked so hard
Jordan Jurrel: to maintain.
Jordan Jurrel: The Head of the Order, known as the Voice decreed that no evil words of magic
Jordan Jurrel: should be spoken. By this he meant anything but the art of Chivalry.
Jordan Jurrel: The Grasp of the Order; he who ensured that the Paladin's followed their code
Jordan Jurrel: started to impose laws upon the people, placing impossible demands on them
Jordan Jurrel: The Order's Strength; the brave woman who trained them started teaching how to
Jordan Jurrel: beat the impurity out of the impious.
Jordan Jurrel: The Order's Power; a formerly jovial man took great pleasure in sending groups
Jordan Jurrel: of young Initiates to their death in the caverns of Doom; all because he
Jordan Jurrel: desired the treasure that lay within.
Jordan Jurrel: There were but two who shied away from this corruption; the twins known as the
Jordan Jurrel: Spirit and the Soul of the Order. They saw what had become of a group
Jordan Jurrel: turned in on itself, convinced of its own superiority, ignoring the help,
Jordan Jurrel: the views, the beliefs of others. And they approached the Necromancers
Jordan Jurrel: for help.
Jordan Jurrel: *pauses*
Jordan Jurrel: The Necromancers helped them, of course.
Jordan Jurrel: *looks around*
Jordan Jurrel: Malas is now a broken land. It's Crystal Sea is an empty void. Shattered crystals
Jordan Jurrel: a spread across the fens. The sprawling city of Luna reduced to a single fort.
Jordan Jurrel: Islands are shattered and drifting away. Umbra is a dessicated corpse.
Jordan Jurrel: *looks slowly around once more*
Jordan Jurrel: And all because one set of noble people believed that they were the be-all and
Jordan Jurrel: end-all of everything. That they could survive by themselves.
Jordan Jurrel: Peace and Harmony are noble aims. It's all to easy to let them break.
Jordan Jurrel: *raises the tone of his voice*
Jordan Jurrel: As I said, a cautionary tale.


Ivan the cook: this poem is about a warrior who you all should know
Ivan the cook: The name of the poem is the last line
Ivan the cook: I walk proudly under the blazing sun
Ivan the cook: My armor shining, my sword at my side,
Ivan the cook: There is no chance for me to run
Ivan the cook: For my soul, though damned, still has some pride.
Ivan the cook: The Darkness within sight awaits me
Ivan the cook: But this heart of mine shall stay free,
Ivan the cook: Corruption won't get to the CoRE
Ivan the cook: And I will be victorious at what I'm standing for.
Ivan the cook: I won't let go of a tear
Ivan the cook: Unless failure crowns this day
Ivan the cook: I will give all I've got without fear
Ivan the cook: To clear these shadows away.
Ivan the cook: I'll miss my lady, I'll miss my kid,
Ivan the cook: I'll only remember the first steps he did.
Ivan the cook: My love shall stay alone all through the night
Ivan the cook: Tomorrow will come without me at her side.
Ivan the cook: I'll never get to show her my love anymore,
Ivan the cook: Neither will I get to carry her through our door,
Ivan the cook: Then my son will wonder where I'm gone,
Ivan the cook: Fatherless and confused, he'll be teased by the young ones.
Ivan the cook: As I wipe these tears off my face
Ivan the cook: I think of... what? Tears have I said?!
Ivan the cook: My own emotions, I've been betrayed
Ivan the cook: Well I guess I'm no more leading the race.
Ivan the cook: I fear I may not be prepared as I thought..
Ivan the cook: God! There again my emotions stabbed my heart..
Ivan the cook: The enemy awaiting me got one victory
Ivan the cook: For my soul, darkened by it's own, got a bit murky...
Ivan the cook: I might lose this fight since I'm already doomed,
Ivan the cook: I did the opposite of what I so proudly vowed.
Ivan the cook: I should just think about what'll be written on my tomb...
Ivan the cook: here lies Avatar at last at peace


Mad Cecil: *Nods*
Mad Cecil: Cecul wull keep 'ut in hat.
Mad Cecil: 'Ullo everuhbuduh!
Mad Cecil: *Beams and rummages in his pack*
Mad Cecil: Cecul wun's tuh tell yuh a storuh tuhday..
Mad Cecil: 'Ut a storuh 'uf fings thu' some silluh pu'ple migh' find..
Mad Cecil: *Furrows his brow in concentration*
Mad Cecil: Inconsuquential.
Mad Cecil: *Finally brings out a small, significant-looking red box*
Mad Cecil: *holds said box up for all to see*
Mad Cecil: Tell muh everuhbuduh!
Mad Cecil: Whu' yuh fink this is?
Mad Cecil: *Looks at everyone in the eye*
Mad Cecil: Inside thus box..
Mad Cecil: Contains...
Mad Cecil: *Lowers his voice to a fairly loud whisper*
Mad Cecil: Hats thu' havun' unduhgone qualuhtuh an' control tests.
Mad Cecil: *Lets the awkward sentence hang in the air*
Mad Cecil: ..Thu's righ'!
Mad Cecil: Thum hats migh' have threads hangun' ou'..
Mad Cecil: Pins till in thum..
Mad Cecil: Anuh mannuh 'uf nastuh nastuhs!
Mad Cecil: An' suh.. tuh keep peace an' harmunuh..
Mad Cecil: A box wus creatud..
Mad Cecil: *Shakes the box helpfully*
Mad Cecil: Thu' box would seal off thu' danurus hats once an' fuh all!
Mad Cecil: Bu' one day..
Mad Cecil: One dark an' veruh sad day..
Mad Cecil: Somebuduh took a hat frum thu' box!
Mad Cecil: *Beams a little, in expectation of shock*
Mad Cecil: Oh bu' thu' did!
Mad Cecil: An' on thu' day, thus man did receieve a veruh veruh nastuh scelf in thu' head.
Mad Cecil: Of wood thu' skelf wus.
Mad Cecil: *Shakes his head, jingling unintentionally*
Mad Cecil: Wus takun' off thu' man's head by a veruh veruh brave team 'uf hat duffusurs.
Mad Cecil: An' in thu' box thu' wen'!
Mad Cecil: Once an' fuh all, agun!
Mad Cecil: An' tuh this day
Mad Cecil: Nuh one hat has bun takun' frum thu' box
Mad Cecil: Secruts whispuh in thu' unduhgroun' hat trade 'uf a hat in thus box so powuhful..
Mad Cecil: Thu 'ut maintains bells an' a feathuh.
Mad Cecil: Bu'..
Mad Cecil: *Beams as mysrtiously as possible*
Mad Cecil: *and mysteriously*
Mad Cecil: *Puts the box away and starts clapping himself*


Moiraine: This is just a simple poem..
Mordred: What the 'eck 'appened ter ye
Moiraine: told to me long ago..
Moiraine: written by one very young
Moiraine: I shall call it..
Moiraine: How Peace begins.. a child's view
Moiraine: Peace begins with listening and hearing.
Moiraine: Peace begins with looking and seeing.
Moiraine: Peace begins with not hurting others.
Moiraine: Peace begins with honesty and trust.
Moiraine: Peace begins with showing cooperation and respect.
Moiraine: Peace begins with tolerance and understanding.
Moiraine: Peace begins with saying sorry.
Moiraine: *looks around slowly*
Moiraine: Peace begins with me!
Moiraine: *studies the faces*
Moiraine: Peace begins with you!


Kaelyn: I call this poem
Kaelyn: Peace, or why some people miss a boot in the morning
Kaelyn: *smiles*
Kaelyn: A moonlit night with happy dreams
Kaelyn: Disturbed by a cat's angry screams
Kaelyn: A boot is thrown into the night*
Kaelyn: And all is quiet and I sleep tight
Kaelyn: *grins*
Kaelyn: *grins*
Kaelyn: hope nay ter short



Rak'suun Xuunrae: This is a poem I wrote titled L' Awylir Ilythiiri, or the Unwary Drow
Rak'suun Xuunrae: There once was a Drow from down south
Rak'suun Xuunrae: Whose brain wasn't as big as his mouth
Rak'suun Xuunrae: He pissed off the King
Rak'suun Xuunrae: And so he did Swing
Rak'suun Xuunrae: From a tree that was growing about.
Rak'suun Xuunrae: Thank you
Rak'suun Xuunrae: *bows*