Phantom Orchid

My heart had begun to weep for Necrovion, but alas, I am confident that now it shall not. I wish to congratulate you, my friend, for your achievements. Not only newly-turned mp6, but King as well! Phantom Orchid Oak Priestess of the Sanguine Moon CoE

Happy Birthday!!! I am so proud of both of you.

We are blessed to have you, Dawn! And now I must go make preparations for you to become a Child

As I said in first post... Bidding is through forum PM ONLY!

Greetings, There are many great poets in MD - Kets (handy pockets), Keith Moon, Kyphis, Asterdai and others. I also have a collection of MD-based or inspired poetry in my personal page. But for today I wish to share a poem written by an obscure Mexican ventriloquist for author Gabriel Garcia Marquez. ------------------------------------------ [b]The Puppet[/b] If for a moment God would forget that I am a rag doll and give me a scrap of life, possibly I would not say everything that I think, but I would definitely think everything that I say. I would value things not for how much they are worth but rather for what they mean. I would sleep little, dream more. I know that for each minute that we close our eyes we lose sixty seconds of light. I would walk when the others loiter; I would awaken when the others sleep. I would listen when the others speak, and how I would enjoy a good chocolate ice cream. If God would bestow on me a scrap of life, I would dress simply, I would throw myself flat under the sun, exposing not only my body but also my soul. My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hatred on ice and wait for the sun to come out. Over the stars I would paint with a Van Gogh dream a Benedetti poem, and a Serrat song would be the serenade I'd offer to the moon. With my tears I would water roses, to feel the pain of their thorns, and the red kiss of their petals. My God, if I had a piece of life... I wouldn't let a single day pass without telling the people I love that I love them. I would convince each woman and each man that they are my favorites, and I would live in love with love. I would show men how very wrong they are to think that they cease to be in love when they grow old, not knowing that they grow old when they cease to love! To a child I shall give wings, but I shall let him learn to fly on his own. I would teach the old that death does not come with old age, but with forgetting. So much have I learned from you, oh men... I have learned that everyone wants to live on the peak of the mountain, without knowing that real happiness is in how it is scaled. I have learned that when a newborn child squeezes for the first time with his tiny fist his father's finger, he has him trapped forever. I have learned that a man has the right to look down on another only when he has to help the other get to his feet. From you I have learned so many things, but in truth they won't be of much use, for when I keep them within this suitcase, unhappily shall I be dying. ------------------------------- And another... --------------------------------- [b]No One Can Stop The Rain[/b] (A poem by Assata Shakur) Watch, the grass is growing. Watch, but don't make it obvious. Let your eyes roam casually, but watch! In any prison yard, you can see it - growing. In the cracks, in the crevices, between the steel and the concrete, out of the dead gray dust, the bravest blades of grass shoot up, bold and full of life. Watch. the grass is growing. It is growing through the cracks. The guards say grass is against the Law. Grass is contraband in prison. The guards say that the grass is insolent. It is uppity grass, radical grass, militant grass, terrorist grass, they call it weeds. Nasty weeds, nigga weeds, dirty, spic, savage indian, wetback, pinko, commie weeds - subversive! And so the guards try to wipe out the grass. They yank it from its roots. They poison it with drugs. They maul it, They rake it. Blades of grass have been found hanging in cells, covered with bruises. "apparent suicides The guards say that the GRASS IS UNAUTHORIZED DO NOT LET THE GRASS GROW. You can spy on the grass. You can lock up the grass. You can mow it down, temporarily. But you will never keep it from growing. Watch, the grass is beautiful. The guards try to mow it down, but it keeps on growing. The grass grows into a poem. The grass grows into a song. The grass paints itself across the canvas of life. And the picture is clear and the lyrics are true, and the haunting voices sing so sweet and strong that the people hear the grass from far away. And the people start to dance, and the people start to sing, and the song is freedom. Watch, the grass is growing. ----------------------------------- And yet one more.....( I promise, that's it for now). ---------------------------- [b]The Nobodies[/b] - written by Eduardo Galeano Fleas dream of buying themselves a dog, and nobodies dream of escaping poverty: that one magical day good luck will suddenly rain down on them- will rain down in buckets. But good luck doesn't even fall in a fine drizzle, no matter how hard the nobodies summon it, even if their left hand is tickling, or if they begin the new day with their right foot, or start the new year with a change of brooms. The nobodies: nobody's children, owners of nothing. The nobodies: the no ones, the nobodied, running like rabbits, dying through life, screwed every which way. Who don't speak languages, but dialects. Who don't have religions, but superstitions . Who don't create art, but handicrafts. Who don't have culture, but folklore. Who are not human beings, but human resources . Who do not have names, but numbers. Who do not appear in the history of the world, but in the police blotter of the local paper. The nobodies, who are not worth the bullet that kills them

Happy Birthday! May you be pummeled with joy.

[quote name='Eirian Bryn' date='25 January 2010 - 02:43 PM' timestamp='1264459411' post='53416'] wow... thanks for all the welcome backs ...err welcome back's ,,, eh Thank you [/quote] Welcome. If you have any questions just let us know

[quote name='Windy' date='22 January 2010 - 05:21 AM' timestamp='1264166484' post='53230'] Tabled for next Meeting: Valentines Day Sisterhood Activities Suggestions: Box Lunch Social Auction and a Kissing Booth [/quote] Sister Priestess Orchid here... I have been deep in the wilds of Loreroot for religious services as of late, but perhaps if I can make a Sisterhood meeting I can teach a workshop and demonstrate knife-throwing - a fine skill for Sisters. Maybe I can even teach how to turn common objects such as rocks, potatoes, pencils and dust into deadly weapons.

[quote]- homing pigeons, owls ... You could give them to someone then when used they would return to you and their description would have a text written by the one that set them free. Of course there is no practical purpose because we have pms ..but maybe for a quest or something...[/quote] This sounds wonderful! I roleplay with an owl all the time, and perhaps if he could physically do something (transfer items from different location, spy on scenes in different lands, etc.) it would make life in MD more exciting. I notice that a number of players have pets and perhaps were they to actually exist our characters would become more versatile.

*waves* Hi pipz... What, no fries?

I thank you all, sincerely. Despite the cantankerous amount of interpersonal drama in MD (and not even good RP to boot), I am thankful for the friends I have made here. Perhaps I will become more available if/when the bickering abates. We'll see... More roleplay, less drama!

[quote name='Tarquinus' date='16 January 2010 - 05:02 PM' timestamp='1263690162' post='52846'] I carry torches from a sense of duty, as Tarquinus is loyal to the land of Loreroot and feels obliged to do his part for the alliance. The contest is no fun for me whatsoever. [/quote] I echo these remarks. Furthermore, as non-citizens of each land can obtain torches, I'm afraid this 'contest' does not reflect each land as it might. And finally, how can this contest be so heavily weighed when it is so easily, and effectually, exploitable?

You cannot shrug this matter off to assuage what happened. I have requested several times that the coin be returned - and now you play as if all I had to do was ask to get it back? I will comment on this no more..

I will not encourage others to trade with Fenrir, as he had me give him a silver as part of his quest... which subsequently was put on 'hold' for the past few months - and he refuses to return my coin. The coin I do not fret over - his unwillingness to work things out with me, I do.

Shadowseeker, Though I am but a fellow quest doer in search of the chalice, I can say with confidence that this quest is indeed still running per a recent announcement issued by its leader Karak. May the power of the Goddess guide you, Priestess Orchid

I am selling off many of my creatures to raise coin for a big purchase. Numbers on the left are quantity of creatures; Numbers on right (in parentheses) are respective age(s) of critters. Accepting offers for any or all, though better deals will be had through large purchases. Besides coin I am interested in trading for BP Archers. Bid in forum PM [i]only[/i]. ---------------------------------------------- 2 Grasans (165, 211) [s]7[/s] 4 Elementals (90) [s]13[/s] 8 Heretic Archers (112) 2 Imperial Aramors (15) - current bid 1 gold for both (pending payment - so, +1 gold now and they're yours) ****added**** 2 IMP ARAMORS (281) and (243 w/ Blood Drop 1) *****added***** [s]3[/s] 2 Unholy Priests (67) 1 Unholy Priest (86) 2 Knators (79) -------------------------------------------------------------- [edit: All ages now +25 days except for newly added imp. aramors]

[quote name='Orlando Gardiner' date='09 December 2009 - 02:16 PM' timestamp='1260397003' post='49530'] Than don't come up with names beyond:P [/quote] What happened to the books in MD Archives? They were so great and then they disappeared. I'm guessing it has to do with the 14-day script policy, or something like that.

Thank you Fenrir for your reassuring response.

Hello, I have a long-standing request that this log be deleted from my PL: ---- [b]noxid[/b] you give fags a bad name ------ noxid is one of Death Ray's alts. Discriminating remarks should not be tolerated, as outlined in the terms of service.

Happy Birthday Tara! *hugs*