Magnus X

[quote name='Allyce' date='11 August 2010 - 06:36 PM' timestamp='1281512186' post='65724'] wow, Magnus X, I have this book too..i hadn't read it yet, but the person who gave it to me said that it's interesting and i should read it. And you tell about it here, so it must be interesting... [/quote] must be a sign from the gods Allyce go pick it up and savour life's mysteries! ........

[center] [center]Your Type is [b]INFJ[/b][/center][/center][center] [/center] [center] [center]Introverted[/center] [center]Intuitive[/center] [center]Feeling[/center] [center]Judging[/center] [center]Strength of the preferences % [/center] [center]78[/center] [center]25[/center] [center]12[/center] [center]11[/center] [/center][center]Qualitative analysis of your type formula[/center] You are: [list][*]very expressed introvert[*]moderately expressed intuitive personality[*]slightly expressed feeling personality[*]slightly expressed judging personality[/list] Mother Teresa, Nelson Mandela, and fellow Aussie, Nicole Kidman. hmmm...i could be Gandhi.

my first thought on the creation of the guild is that it'd be a craft guild, the purpose being to gather wood for tool-making, building materials and artisan works such as wood carving. anyone with some training can do this, anyone from the realm, not just Loreroot. and i thought that is very good because here, i said, is an organization that will unite all the lands as its members will come from the different lands, alliance memebers and non-alliance members, even those without land affiliations. call me naive but it shouldnt be of any conflict for anyone to join, no matter what their roles are in their lands or alliances. imo, guilds do not possess and will not possess any electoral power. it cannot decide or influence anything pertaining to the land where it is located or on any land for that matter. it is in all things neutral and apolitical. if it is viewed as a threat for possible abuse then it shouldnt be in any land but No Man's Land. wood can be gathered in LR subject to the approval of the king and the rules for such activities. if it should remain in LR then the king have every right to do as he pleases with the guild and its members as it is part of his land. needless to say, those powers come from being the king, anything that happens in his land is his right. yes, Firs is too soft but the right word really is sensible.

The Secret Teachings of All Ages - probably the most important book ive ever bought. if you like dan brown's, this one is the real deal. [img]http://www.manlyphall.org/wp-content/uploads/manlyphall-org_secret-teaching-of-all-ages.jpg[/img]

what?! no hotdogs?! lol wait till you hear from the muffin bakers guild!

it seems to me that the word "Camburu" refers to the word Camburus/Cambarus which is a genus of crustaceans. for example: [b]Scientific Name :[/b] Cambaridae [color="#8b0000"]Camburus[/color] [b]Common Names :[/b] Crawdad, Crayfish, Crawfish [b]Origin / Habitat :[/b] Different species all over the world [b]Temperament / Behavior :[/b] May fight with other invertebrates and go after smaller fish. sources: http://www.fishlore.com/Profiles-Crayfish.htm also sourced in the pdf file attached. go to page11 and look up the first crustacean mentioned under the Taxa column

oh gee, Mur, i thought we were to send you answers by pm. sorry... sent you one yesterday at 1pm about the Maha. in case you havent check your mail, here's what i sent you: Here’s what I could come up so far: The word “Maha” in Urdu, means “moon-like” or “resembling a moon.” In Arabic, it refers to a kind of deer with “large eyes” (which may also mean “beautiful eyes”) In Hindi, it is used as an adjective, which means “great.” Like Mahatma – “great soul,” Maharishi – “great sages,” or Maharaja – “great king” It seems to me that the compounded meaning directs to something that is round like the moon or the eyes, and large or of great size or magnanimity. Mystically, it could come to mean something that is of great importance like the circle or cycle of life – the orouborus. A sphere of arcane knowledge perhaps? Hehe..I’m pushing it too far, am i? Also in a more recent history, it directs to a Native American Omaha Tribe that lived along the “River of the Mahas” in 17[sup]th[/sup] century Iowa. A French cartographer mapped the tribe as “The Maha, a wandering nation” in 1718. [url="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maha"]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maha[/url] [url="http://www.blurtit.com/q983265.html"]http://www.blurtit.com/q983265.html[/url] [url="http://www.britannica.com/EBchecked/topic/357776/Maha-Maya"]http://www.britannica.com/EBchecked/topic/357776/Maha-Maya[/url] [url="http://wiki.answers.com/Q/What_is_the_meaning_of_maha_in_arabic_and_urdu"]http://wiki.answers.com/Q/What_is_the_meaning_of_maha_in_arabic_and_urdu[/url] [url="http://wiki.answers.com/Q/What_does_the_name_maha_mean"]http://wiki.answers.com/Q/What_does_the_name_maha_mean[/url] [url="http://www.answers.com/topic/omaha-tribe"]http://www.answers.com/topic/omaha-tribe[/url]

[font="Georgia"][size="3"][i]The Mystery that is MD[/i] "The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed." Albert Einstein [i] The Beauty that is Loreroot[/i] "Human subtlety will never devise an invention more beautiful, more simple or more direct than does nature because in her inventions nothing is lacking, and nothing is superfluous." Leonardo da Vinci [i] To whom it may concern[/i] "A dog is not considered a good dog because he is a good barker. A man is not considered a good man because he is a good talker." Buddha [/size][/font]

why not make gauntlets instead of giving manicures or pedicures? be a cobbler - one who repairs shoes. get inspiration from the fire-breather character in Inkheart. i think it will suit you. i can make a background story draft if you like.

[font="Microsoft Sans Serif"]talking about alliance pages, please see my alliance page and make honest comments. tell me if it suits the alliance or if all members' alliance pages should be identical.[/font] [font="Book Antiqua"][size="3"] [font="Franklin Gothic Medium"]About me, im a Therian[/font][/size][/font][font="Franklin Gothic Medium"][size="3"] - a progeny of the spirit of the forest and of man. my ancestral blood is as deep as the roots of the ancient forest. [/size][/font][font="Franklin Gothic Medium"][size="3"]since becoming a Guardian, i learned to quell the warrior's rage in me and dont mind if someone ruffles my fur, if not too often. Aside from becoming a decorated christmas tree (an unwitting victim) during last Christmas, i dont know what other 'talents' i can showcase. if falling off Ravenhold and landing a hundred feet below unto unlucky branches with nothing more than scores of scars and walking it off can be considered talent. [/size][/font][font="Franklin Gothic Medium"][size="3"] I am currently, unlearning my old ways and learning new things in the art of shamanism. im in the process of trading my double axe with a root staff. (but just incase, i keep those sharp blades handy). i have no title to speak of except those old ones from my origin, however, i am working on a current title, that being [u]Grove Keeper[/u][sup]TM[/sup] of Loreroot (makes sense putting it here for the record just in case someone steals the idea ) i am now training at ggg and working on my papers continually.[/size][/font][font="Franklin Gothic Medium"][size="3"] and looking forward to getting to know more of my brother Lorerootians and other furry kins![/size][/font]

forevers are for immortals, we mortals deal with the here and now. tara, you're breaking point may be just a prelude to your strongest moment. it is when we reach this breaking point that we become more aware of our strenght, and believe me you will be surprised with yourself. like they say ' what cant kill you will make you strong.' take a breather and jump back in, the pool will be cold without you.

hap-hap-hap... happy birthday! so roll the ale barrel down and baked the muffins up! lets have a party!

[center][left]I like Tarquinus' and Yoshi's and 'Speaker of the Forest' is popular. try this brew: [/left]Loreroot Grand Master Keeper of the Land ~ Oak Seer Bestower of Knowledge ~ Lord of the Root ~ [left]try any or a combination of the three, let it roll around your mouth like wine, let it sit and linger, and see if you like the after-taste if not, try [/left] Muffin Master Chef Extraordinaire or The Green Lantern or Captain Planet! [/center]

greetings! in my humble opinion, to a broader view, and to put it simply, to refute is to prove someone's argument is incorrect. so everytime B refutes A (or B refutes A or C or X) he wins that point. The one with most points, wins the debate. Of course this is if a judge/s is assigned to declare a winner. Some debates are open for the audience to decide who they think won. If one cannot refute another then he may have suffered a heart attack or some sort of acute amnesia in the course of the argument. ontopic: to add a point, debates are not about who is right or wrong but who has the greater power of persuasion. And the outcome may or may not resolve a thing. It is a mere tool, albeit an important one, that leads to a better decision-making. off topic: @Pipstickz, I admit I may be another fish in the stream (not that you're pointing at me but im trying to be a bigger fish that will hopefully knock a sail off a big ship. Just curious and not at all accusative, what have you done for MD dear sir? (no I dont know you and maybe I should do research to find out what contributions you have made for md but gee excuse my attempt for a shortcut to that information)

poe! that reminds me and i had to post it: [center]The Raven Edgar Allan Poe [img]http://www.heise.de/icons/warden/1transp.gif[/img] Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. `'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more.' Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore - For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore - Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating `'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door - Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; - This it is, and nothing more,' Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, `Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; - Darkness there, and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!' This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!' Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. `Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore - Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; - 'Tis the wind and nothing more!' Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven. Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door - Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as `Nevermore.' But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only, That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered - Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before - On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.' Then the bird said, `Nevermore.' Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, `Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore - Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of "Never-nevermore."' But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore - What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking `Nevermore.' This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, [i]She[/i] shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. `Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' `Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! - Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted - On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore - Is there - [i]is[/i] there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' `Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore - Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore - Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' `Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting - `Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted - nevermore! [indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][left]and here's my own, a short one: [/left][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent] I'm plunged into darkness - an abyss my patience cannot fathom the sense of solitude is a trick on the mind the air is becoming thin the life at wake begins to falter - saddling the mare and taking off into the night the hooves began to thunder on the valley of wretched souls where destiny gambles with death farther on, the tolling of the bell announced the coming of the black king - darker than night, to await at the sepulcher for the arrival of the lone rider of the deathly hour. [/center]

i love your mcrae's and byron's. i love the following one, another from cummings, something that is indelible in my soul. it is actually a song, interspersed by excerpts of cumming's poem: [center] Sung by Lisa Angelle With excerpts from the poem “Somewhere I Have Never Traveled, Gladly” by E.E. Cummings Poem: “Somewhere I have never traveled Gladly beyond any experience Your eyes have their silence And your most frail gesture of things Which enclose me But which I cannot touch Because they are too near.” The first time I loved forever Was when you whispered my name And I knew at once you loved me For the me of who I am The first time I loved forever I cast all else aside And I bid my heart to follow Be there no more need to hide And if wishes and dreams Are merely for children And if love's a tale for fools I'll live the dream with you Poem: “oh, if your words be to close me I, my life will shut, very beautifully Suddenly, as when the heart of this flower Imagines the snow carefully, everywhere descending”. For all my life and forever There's a truth I will always know When my world divides and shatters Your love is where I'll go Poem: “I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens. Only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses. Nobody, not even the rain has such small hands.” [left]ahh... what can be more beautiful? [/left][/center]

...when you go on a trip and places remind you of locations in MD... this is my Storm's Coast: (post pictures of places you think look like places in MD)

Greetings Firanthalas! I couldnt catch you in-game so, here. Say, was my application been declined? or were you asking for a confirmation of my intention to apply as citizen? and was that because of the lapse of time between my application and your ability to grant citizenhip? If so then i gladly renew my application for Loreroot Citizenship. i was ingame today and i'm pleased to let you know that my mentoring sessions have resumed.