Guess the Next Poster

Your honeyed words are pleasing to my ears, and as such I will grant your request.

Now Chaos, wilt thou return once more?

But of course ravishing Lady of the woods, t'would be in poor manners not to. Not mention foolish to not once more bask in thine beauty.

Will the mithral knight ever return?

Opposites attract and all, so, sure. ^_^

I'd guess you back, but I have a feeling SKITZO might show up! xD

Oh dear, Kalon... you know me too well.

I hope that you do me the honor of returning.

Why, certainly!

Care to return-return the favor? xD
It'll be like ping-pong! ^^

No ping-pong on my watch! Ha-HAH!

Skitzo!

The Chaos theory makes a mockery of all things....expect a beauty of the timeless woods of course. Still I must gently say this time the one your waiting is not here.

I sense order approaching, and the sun gleams off a knight clad in his armor.

*pokes head around corner* Hm?
*steps out, gleaming and grinning*

I think The Silvan might return! ^_^

Oooh...I kinda like the epicness of The Silvan! I'm here!

But only if you'll come back and maybe give a score update soon!

Chaos is the most powerful force in the universe for it can not be controlled, only harnessed As such I am to throw a little chaos in the works, simply to spice things up. No Ragnarök yet, well at least not before I eat a late lunch.

The verdant light shines softly down upon a lady of the woods, whose bare white feet grace the path that leads to the sacred grove of her people.

WRONG!!

I'm gonna make a call out to Kalon once more!

(Man all that poetry for naught, all well that ends well they say.)

I am sorry but your knight was delayed for reasons not my fault.....Well maybe kinda of my fault..but to be fair I thought he get a chuckle out of it.

I think I see the knight in his mithral armor around the corner.

ril. Mith-ril. Say it with me. n_n "Mith."
n_nb
"Ril."
n_nb
"MMMMMithril."
n_nb
Yaaaaaaaay!

Come back and let's do this again! xD

I shall sneak in and steal the guess!

Sorry, Hisoka. Why don't you come back and we can give the poetry another try?

Now I'm determined to always halt the poetry. >D

hmmmmm................. I'll call for silvan.

But...but...but I like the poetry... *pouts*

Skitzo, get back here!

(For the first and last time people it is spelled Mithral in D&D which happens to be my source for fantasy not LOTR where it is indeed spelled Mithril)

The poetic force of destruction is here to throw a little end of the world chaos into a boring little thing called order. Mainly cause no one can stop the sub-par poetry. ..

The forests echo with the memory of the Lady's passing, her scent carried teasingly on the wind mixed with apple blossom and wildflower. And this trail I will follow, to lead me to sights. The world is an elvish sight and yet I seek only that Lady.

As you seek, so too shall you find.

The honeyed words of Chaos are pleasing to my ears. Please return once more and delight me again.

HEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!

I ruin thee.

Hisoka... because I just know he's gonna come.

GAH! I shall sabotage you in return!

Hisoka? Please? *puppy dog eyes*

Ladies there is no need to fight, there is plenty of me to go around for one and all. But as asked..The one....The only....The heart-throb from beyond the veil.....Give it up ladies and gentleman....for Hisoka!!!!!


The arch-enemy of poetry and my attempts to woo the elven maiden...The woman whom we all hear talking to herself...Shine that spotlight on Skitzo-phrenick if you would my good man.

Awww... now I'm conflicted... Such a good call for me that I could not resist.... but I tried so hard.

Damnit, Hisoka... come back here and apologize for making me contradict my goals!!

I shall sabotage your pending apology!

Perhaps Hisoka will forgive my impudence and return?

Tis such a wondrous sight, the female form of such beauty. Even better there is two, both clamoring for my return. And whom am I to refuse such entreating women, helpless am I in the face of such things.

I sense something, an enemy as old as time. Could it be the Mithral knight....I will spell it Mithral to the die I day....

Now, now, now...

All this summoning, and calling, and back and forthing...best inject a little rot into the system. But, before things get all muddled and snarled and corpse-like...

Silvan, you best hurry here before that lovely forest of yours gets infected.

You tread on dangerous ground by threatening the land that gives life to the elder race, my friend. Be not deceived, for the gentle nature of elvenkind can quickly be kindled into a fiery rage by threatening what they cherish the most.

But enough of my poetic nonsense.

Um...Kalon?

All things wither. All things end. Just like your summon of Ka-

...Damn, I just killed my space bar.

Kalon. Show up.

There will be no death and destruction on my watch......That so does not sound right coming from me....But neither will I let the shining knight answer your call just yet...Or will I....I am so confused all of a sudden


Kalon, show up and do your job...After all saving the day is your gig not mine.

:p

I sabotage you all!!!

Slivan how dare you ruin my apology... come back and apologize!!!

Such fiery passion is very becoming on you my darling, and so I am here to stir a little more up by proving to be an obstacle.


The leafy bower and dew drop echo and shine with the words I long to speak to maiden of woods both timeless and young. My search runs along dreams and forgotten paths but will I search in vain.