Asterdai

All requests for Poems will be judged and the best submitted to a Poll, i will include my reasoning for entry for the first "round winners" and then i would like thers to discuss which they believe are ther best and why, Please bear in mind the poll will be used to help me decide who is to be rewarded and the winner may not correlate with the amount of votes recieved. the reasoning behind it is much more important. I really appreciate all the effort and time you guys have gone to and shold at last hnour your submissions by creating a closing date, which shall be this sunday coming (or thereabouts depending on my being able to access MD) Please consider trying the interim quest, or Part 2 of the quest as these are now up and running and i have checked all parts are working *EDIT* it isnt working, seems that the answers that come up on the clickables are not viewable, garg! this must be due to the changes. i shall ask a friend to sort is ASAP x *EDIT*(it is not easy, no one has completed all the sections yet, with The Warrior providing the greatest achievement so far). Thank you for your unending patience regarding lost poems, and updates regarding this quest which must have seemed to drag on forever, Asterdai is really a dreamy fella!

congratulations. I would also like to see the strength of my argument for your cause, have these been posted yet. Thanks Asterdai

(Quest completed!HERE ARE THE RESULTS : http://magicduel.invisionzone.com/topic/5635-dream-questers-please-vote-your-opinion-now/ INTERIM QUEST ACTIVE AT http://magicduel.invisionzone.com/topic/6154-dream-quest-part-2and-interim-part-3/.) Asterdai wandered through the land of MD. He came accross a tree one day, He felt lonely and sat under its bare brancehs depressed and woeful. Falling away into sleep he dreamt something horrible. The Weaver of Words Follow my stave and you may see, that the words that i speak follow continuiosly, these words that i speak they seem to be free, they follow a pattern that is not set by me. Oh weaver of words Oh speaker of dreams Confuse me with riddles Do not let me see, The dreams of your mind The thoughts of your soul Lest they rip me apart and devour me whole The speech from your lips, the speed and the pitch Your mouth spews a honey of knowledge so rich. For i know that you mean it, i know that it's true But no one can see things from my point of view. Nobody will know, how the pain inside grows Each word that you speak, my ears they do loath, Please keep me away for i will fall this day Your words like hot butter will melt me away, Quest part 1 Asterdai had many dreams. On awaking he would create poems with all the thoughts that were whirling around his head to help him remember them easier, often reciting them as he wandered about. His attitude seemed to change and he grew increasingly withdrawn, not seeming to worry about other people lives at all. Your task is to - Write a poem, This poem needs to have some sort of rhyme to it, contain dream imagery or be about dreams, be 15 lines long or thereabouts. The rhyming i believe is harder to create and so more time hopefully will be spent on it, also for the purposes of this task, it is so that it is easier to remember. .Pamplemousse. is sponsoring this quest so she will be able to give rewards *EDIT pample i now no longer an RPC, but the best ones i will review and give my reasons for entering into a Poll, All entrants to the poll will recieve a prize and the winner after discussion on the boards shall recieve a Wishpoint . The best ones I believe that fit into asterdai's character or goings on in MD will be displayed here for everyone to see permanently while the contest is on, and the best on another page of mine (not if you dont want it to displayed). .Gargant. 's poem The dark brings about a change in me But you do not know, since you do not see The raging tirade of blackness brings The need to fly away upon wings That I see in my mind as the darkness advances Some call these dreams, visions or trances the nights of endless sleep repeat running, flying, escaping the beat of the urban nightmare I see every day the sleep at night it takes me away But dreams have become my unhealthy obsession Surely by now I would've learned my lesson The night brings about a change in me, but you would not know since you do not see Eternal sleep to wipe my mind clean An endless slumber, I sleep perchance to dream. Addy 's poem When asleep you fall anytime, When thoughts stop coming like wind in the chime, When the world of magic comes your way, when world is no longer where you stay, just know it's the world all loved to see, The world of dreams is where you are about to be. When this world comes alive, your mind just starts to thrive, Logic fails to live,to be, And things happen which are unlikely, who can tell what in a dream you see, It's a secret,a mystery. Visiting that place is a gift to see, where logic fails to live,to be, It's the world where dreams are made, It's the world where they are claimed, Claimed to exist,claimed for their sight, you just might have one your way tonight Shadowseeker 's poem There's nothing to be seen, / you wonder, you ever have been? Time passes, flows like water, / this dreadful slaughter. We who wake up from it, / are like those who quit. A dream's duration you say, / the world changed have may. Flee the transzendent state, / and end there as your fate. BrightShield 's Poem A Dreamer's Dream Dreams comfort me, I pray as I succumb to the night and lay "Leave your worries, doubt and fear (and) Enter the Sandman's Domain." Dreams you seek and implore they obey me at my call for I am the Dream's Mastermaker Ruler of All. Dreams show me I say worlds of fantasy and play. Reveal to me my heart's desire let it burn with passion and fire. To beseech the Dreams I create thou summon me to thy aid? No mortal whim has ever been made to make the Lord of Sleep a slave! Oh Dreams grant me the key with wistful yearning I plea. Unlock the secret chambers of my soul solve the puzzle and make me whole What you seek can't be found in this Kingdom I command Open your eyes, foolish one. Now I bid you, begone! Fawes Poem Looming incandescent light, Proof of how barren is this night, No one to hear my screams and plight, Save me from this demonic plight. Laughing... and at the corner of my eye. I see... that is I! Out of fright, I cry. For it seems my fate is to die. And then... I look at where my tears have fell. In this darkness, it's sheen did naught but compel. I touched it, then a familiar smell, Instantaneously had me repel. Blood! What is happening to me? I didn't notice the ever-approaching three. My eyes were too blurred to see. Either way, I was not free. But before I could tell what they really were, I woke up sweating and unsure. I started laughing at my stature, Until I heard another laughing rapture. The Warriors Poem Sleep When the day ends we go to sleep, until the day begins to peep. But what happens when we go to sleep, We fall in a dream so very deep. Always floating, always dark, Always boasting about the park. Then we awake, the sun is back, Then our memory, a dream, it lacks. Ignatious Grene 's poem To your dreams - I watch you sleep, I watch you drool you want to write - but are a fool I've seen your smile, I've seen your face Gracing - pacing place to place Make me laugh, make me smile if you find it worthwhile To frolic and play, to dream and say- wish words were your way Like your rest, like your breast full of dreams - what a pest! I know slumber, I know pain almost in away, again See my grin, see my teeth you'll never match Keith in wit nor rhyme, in the grime. Ailiths Poem The Dreamer Deep in slumber his brow furrows deeper, Twitches and turnings betray the sleeper, His voice wishes escape, a warning perhaps? His mind creates, destroys and creates The realm entire his psyche relates As the images form, his thought relapse. A sudden noise, eyes flicker to a stare, His hand to quill with words to prepare. The dreams become ink, become verse. The images and darkest of thoughts Stand their ground at all the retorts He, eyes closing again, submits to his curse. Phantom Orchid's Poem Diana's Dream Last night I dreamed Of jesters and kings, Of long scarlet carpets Where the crier doth sing: "Do not be dismayed, Scared or afraid. Her will, be done, Thy night it shall come!" Moonlight descends On unholy priests, On the Well of Tears From where sip the dark beasts. Iridescent eyes, Reflecting the skies - Mother - wolf's howl - Takes pause in her prowl. Goddess set free From the other side, From the underworld Where our spirits abide. Our bodies shall go, Land that is hallowed, One with the ground, Glory of mountains crowned. As now I dream Her into me. Her spirit abounds, Blurred is the boundary. Night it seeks day, Which is taken away. Dancing around, As sky meets the ground. Shades upon us, see, Accursed Growth tree - A part of my home; A vision e'er so comely. Sweet dream of mine, Or am I of thine? Without, within - We end where we begin Blackwood Forest's Poem Walking there all day long, My feet hurt me really strong. I take a nap under the tree, And sleep away, so suddenly. But this is just the journeys start, My mind is weaving dreams so smart. Sometimes they do me pleasure well, Sometimes they show me my own hell. But even in the deepest dream, I stay the same and always keen. I turn the story for my vantage, And gather glory for my senses. And suddenly the dream is over, I open eyes, and will be sober. Then I quickly write all down, King of my dreams with my own crown. And if I die, before I wake, My name will keep for all sake, And Asterdai will all remember, For all times in his deeply slumber. Awiya's Poem It comes from me again, The words flow indifferent yet wholly different I sit down and dream in the mountain The rocks tumble down, in their rush absolvent. Crushed beneath their weight, a tomb of death Feel free when these pebbles lock and crush No life taking here but the mind thinks less. The flow moves slower against the mindless mush. And that’s like a loner building sandcastles out of invisible sand. They look at me like I’m crazy, at the hands moving to a soundless metronome. The mind moves slower, the reality fades out stage left, and from the lips a moan. Jumping off the beat the heart skips and sputters, missteps and doesn’t land. A slip in the middle of winter, freezing the droplets of water, and that’s Like a slid sliding drip driving down combing the hair of angels in icicles. The skip stops, the lip flop open and let out a single note. Drawn out like the last breath taken Done. Down in the done dungeon of dreams, we silently leave our leaflets of paper that follow us like seagulls, we silently leave our rules of rhymes, we move from frigid rigid to free. Done. Startled asterdai awoke, this man he wondered, who was he? why was he in his dream. Oddly though asterdai felt refreshed, maybe it was from escaping the man or maybe he had realised somthing that he did not yet know. However, this was just the start. Each night he slept and each night he dreamt. Talking to others about his dreams, he realised something startling.. the things he dreamt about, would happen, or had happened before. Two weeks ago he dreamt that a crab was chasing him and biting him, and this very thing happened the next week.. coincidence or not, he decided to compile his dreams in a small notepad, writing them down as soon as he awoke. This was when the dreams started to grow stranger and more abstract, and his notepad became filled with seemingly unconnected patterns, phrases, and occurences. Asterdai sought the help of other people, who had had dreams to help understand more about them, to find out if others were experiencing the same dreams, why he was having them, and more importantly what they all meant, to see if there was a "bigger" picture emerging. This became a lonely hobby of his, drawing out most of his time, and these dreams now haunted him both while awake and while asleep. The funny thing was that when he awoke, he would feel drained and tired and feel as if he hadnt been asleep at all. Wide eyed and grouchy asterdai became unhappy and became very short tempered. Rudely he would jot notes down as people were talking to him, sometimes ignoring what they were saying completely.

...never thought anyone could dance like that and i never thought the dances would be so...Exciting! like a whirlwind of sword legs and arms kyphis and assira tumbled and "fought" wielding sharp swords and daggers, im suprised no one got hurt...it was sooo very detailed, and so vivid! Mya danced sending snowflakes accross the audience and as kyphis said her mix of dance and magic was truely spectacular, i loved the audience participation as she wafted a sweet smelling snow flower under our noses and assira, well that was something truelly mesmorizing, in a black belly dancing outfit she moved like i have never seen a woman move before, like a siren wielding her daggers, she pulled the audience under her spell with hips that bested shakira's by far! really pleasant evening guys. But deathly hypnotic at the same time.. Not what i was expecting at all... tottally fitted the brief which i believed was a hard thing to do. Obvious a lot of hard work went into the evening and i was proud but almost ashamed to put my twopence worth of poem into it, when it was obvious you spent so much time choreographing it all x seriously impressive guys x

[quote name='Mya Celestia' date='24 August 2009 - 02:34 AM' timestamp='1251077659' post='40137'] The choice should be hers. If her husband is considered dead, then she should have the choice to stay in servitude or not. If the Rajj returns, then it would be between the two of them. If there was no decision before the Rajj left concerning her fate, it should be her decision. [/quote] Do you not think she belongs to the daughter of the Rajj, as a commodity of the family?

[quote name='Chewett' date='23 August 2009 - 06:12 PM' timestamp='1251047543' post='40083'] Or perhaps people want to free her no matter how unhappy she shall be? removing the option and starting again is a bit like forcing people to vote for something you want. [/quote] yep your right, i wasnt Really going to do it

[quote name='Liberty4life' date='23 August 2009 - 05:11 PM' timestamp='1251043897' post='40068'] O.o oke where did khal got that much meat.... coz in necro... nothing lives there except death itself [/quote] *grins* im not quite sure.. However looking at the poll results im really doubting people are actually reading my post before voting. Most dont seem to realise that she will be more unhappy if she is free. i may have to remove that option from the poll, and start this over.

Kittiness and the Rajj- the third wife of khalazadad is a slave, bought by him to be his wife. Since the rajj has gone she has been unhappy. Kittiness has been a slave from birth and if she would be released and "freed" this will also make her very unhappy. She desires to serve a master to the fullest extent possible, doing everything a slave, or a slave wife can do for her master. There are a few problems with this and a few things that need to be said. 1. The rajj is not dead, he dissapeared into the desert into a "place where others cannot go" when he left he said simply to kittiness that he wanted her to "live" 2. the rajj paid for kittiness the price of 1000 camels, 5000 goats, and 3 kilometers of fine fabric, she is therefore a commodity and a price may or may not still need to be paid for her depending on who "owns" her still 3. .Peace. believes she belongs to the desert, this may have complications with who becomes her new master, depending on certain things. 4. She needs to find a Real master, anyone will not do, they need to be commited to MD, and treat her like a slave, like she is used to and likes being treated. What WE can do? Please vote on the voting system so we can gather a certain public concensus on what you feel "should" be the right answer, please also write back with your opinion, as this is also very important in deciding where kittiness and .peace. and the rajj stand on her ownership/price and her belonging to the desert. This may or may not result in her being able to be sold, and if she is there needs to be a public sale for her, to allow a price to be paid by the highest bidder. Please give me your thoughts, including you .peace. and kittiness. i may or not be bidding for kittiness but at the end of the day i feel i cannot be her master, i would like her to be owned by someone who will treat her like a slave, properly, and i will pay for her to be under my ownership to keep her until someone else is found if need be. I just want her to be happy, and at the moment it is very clear she is not. (poll ajusted slighty from - please look at my post to please write an opinion..as this was confusing people..)

An old wolf came by yesterday and decided to "slide his claws down the tree but doing no damage" after barging past him boldly to have a look sparrhawk and i deduced there was no damage. He was told not to use the tree as a plaything, as it would more than likely upset other people. the only thing is, that 4 hours earlier he met z and asked if he was the tree's guardian, z replying who wants to know... it seems the old wolf waited until z was meditating to come and inspect the tree. quite sneaky i reckon...

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Why did Mur go red? because he saw the salad dressing! hohoho

*smiles* hope im still clocking heads for the head contest j/k will the contest be restart? x

sounds like a great idea, i would like to turn my hand to this *smiles* i will need to know, the name of the spell document, what is does (for personal info, see if i can incorperate it) who started off with the first one maybe( which rpc gives them out) might make the rpc written down, recorded in history, which is nice as they are a really important part of the game. Also if you are a rpc, and you would like a poem written, what does the spell mean to you, and why do you posses it/ use it Asterdai :good: Please message me in game if you would like me to try, it would be an honour

[u]My Summer Days[/u] Far below skies white and blue, the Sun embraces with its golden hue, as i lay here it warms me through, i drift away, and dream of you, Far below skies blue and white, sometimes the Sun goes out of sight, and with it takes its shining light, but i think of you, and everythings all right. (explanation) The title is not an original title, im not sure it has a title. The poem i wrote when i was out in the garden(noted down on my phone) and i felt overwhelmed by the size of the sky, and the warmth from the sun. The sun is important in this poem therefore it is capitalised, It needs to be spoken really, and it would be read very slowly emphasizing every word. if you read it like this you might feel the same way i did when i wrote it down, Very short very simple, but makes me feel happy and remember the time when i wrote it. I believe this relates to magic duel for a few reasons. As it is about being alone in a wide expanse but with the help of people around it can make life rich and fufilling, about how the security of a stable thing, a friend, can really impact you, about how things that should impact you, in a negitive way, (like the fears first evident when i first entered Necrovian) dont matter as in the end i did not do it alone, i had my friends to be there for me to explain what it is was really going on, and to support me in many things, even without them really knowing. My Moon. The moon is a face of someone you know, a friend, a lover, a dream. Strange, it seems, how it comforts and consoles you with a lonely light. A friend to everyone, yet close to none. Sometimes it changes, not giving out as much light as before, but then you realise it still is and ever will be a constant, a thing that will always be there, that you can rely to be there when you need it to be. This moon is your judge, an all seeing eye, which pierces the dark of the night and lets you bask in its light, shielding you from the shifting shadows which sometimes whisk around your head. It alone knows all you secrets, your hopes, your fears and your own reality. Sometimes you want this moon to go away and sometimes you want it to be just you two together. It pains you that you are so close, that there is so much between you, and that yet you are apart, and forever will be. But this is the way it is, and forever will be and you know in your heart of hearts that you wouldn't want it any other way. written for Lunar Goddess,