Profile for Embodied Perfection
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| Displayed name | Embodied Perfection |
| Member number | 7777 |
| Title | Apprentice |
| Postcount | 10 |
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| Registered | Wednesday, December 13 2006 08:00 |
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written Wednesday, June 27 2007 05:24
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Sent you an e-mail for further discussion. If it happens I don't want to spoil it all. -------------------- There was a wise owl who lived in an oak. The more he heard, the less he spoke. The less he spoke, the more he heard. Why can't we all be like that wise old bird? Posts: 10 | Registered: Wednesday, December 13 2006 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, June 26 2007 13:07
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It started out as an idea for a BoA scenario. The main character is a scout, the "others" are the rest of the raiding party. I wrote it all down but grew impatient with myself for not working on it. The task of learning to script is daunting. There is more to the story... -------------------- There was a wise owl who lived in an oak. The more he heard, the less he spoke. The less he spoke, the more he heard. Why can't we all be like that wise old bird? Posts: 10 | Registered: Wednesday, December 13 2006 08:00 |
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written Saturday, June 16 2007 10:45
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quote:Tis an original of my own making. Maybe not an original idea, but I didn't read anything else for inspiration save, perhaps, LotR for style. -------------------- There was a wise owl who lived in an oak. The more he heard, the less he spoke. The less he spoke, the more he heard. Why can't we all be like that wise old bird? Posts: 10 | Registered: Wednesday, December 13 2006 08:00 |
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written Thursday, June 14 2007 17:09
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You arrive at a village when the sun meets the earth, hoping to find rest for the night. The inn door is open and a candle sits lit but none are there to attend you. Deserted, it seems, but still there are voices. You follow them out to the center of town where all have come to gather round a fire and a white bearded man whose eyes show more knowledge then any other you’ve met. A few give you a nod while others turn away, but the old man smiles at you and motions for you to sit. A place up front is still open so you make your way to it carefully laying your pack beside you. The warmth of the fire is a welcome comfort from the evening chill and you close your eyes for a moment as you turn up your face to catch more. The hum of the voices begins to subside and the children are being hushed. You open your eyes and focus on the flames as the old man starts to tell his tale. The flames dance to his words and seem to take shape. In your minds eye you watch the events unfold. ------- A long, long time ago, before man or beast, before land or sea, before earth or even time, there was law, there was chaos, and there was the void. Law and chaos resided within the void which had no bounds. This was before the beginning. Then, in the very first moment, law and chaos came together. Time began. They watched time grow. One second, one minute, an hour, a day. Time stretched out over all the void. One year, one decade, a millennia, an age. Law was very pleased with it all but chaos grew bored. One second was the same as the last and would be the same as the next. There were no surprises, no upsets… no unexpected events. So chaos came together with law again and reaching into the void where none had been, now there was. They created the atom. Law loved the precision and the order of the variety of what could be. Chaos loved the constant motion and change, and even instability. Time also enjoyed the atom for it now had something to observe as it aged. With law’s supervision, time and chaos brought the atoms together to create the stars, the planets and other heavenly bodies. Where once there was not, now there was. They filled the void to it’s utmost as far as infinity could see. Stars claimed planets which in turn claimed moons. Asteroids took orbit and comets took flight. Amongst them all was one alone with which time fell in love. He named her Earth. Time enveloped Earth alone in all the void, and brought about more there then had ever been done. Earth loved time for it. Such a love that they shared had never been known. They were in concert for ages upon ages until, in a perfect moment, Time and Earth came together. In the swell and peak of their love… they created life! Earth flourished as time aged and none was more beautiful then her because of it. Plant and animal sprung up, ever changing, ever expanding. They filled the land and the air and the sea on Earth alone. Time, then, seemed to slow, as every second was filled with more and more of life. Now, chaos had been watching, always watching as Earth’s beauty increased. Chaos became jealous. So with cunning, chaos came together with earth and time and created man. Thus did chaos mark the beginning of the end. ---------- All is silent for a moment. You’re not sure how long. The flames come back into focus dancing of their own accord, though low on the well burnt wood. The voices begin to return though hushed. Some young ones have fallen asleep. You look up into the eyes of the old man who stares deeply back at you. No more words are spoken but much is conveyed. He nods at you and you nod back. You stretch and pick up your pack. Slowly you make your way back to the inn as a tear unknowingly escapes your eye. You wonder if any of it could be true or if this old man’s tale is just an old wives tale. Who can really know? One thing is for sure, though. They will never survive the raid. You promise yourself to make sure they die quickly, maybe even tonight… in their sleep. You pay for your room and set to work sharpening your dagger. Yes, quickly tonight, before the others arrive. That would be best for all. The End -------------------- There was a wise owl who lived in an oak. The more he heard, the less he spoke. The less he spoke, the more he heard. Why can't we all be like that wise old bird? Posts: 10 | Registered: Wednesday, December 13 2006 08:00 |
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written Thursday, April 12 2007 06:00
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I have recently discovered Wise & Otherwise. A game of guessing the end of thousands of never-heard-before sayings, usually with hillarious results. While Life and Payday hold many fond memories for me, this is my new favorite. What's yours? -------------------- There was a wise owl who lived in an oak. The more he heard, the less he spoke. The less he spoke, the more he heard. Why can't we all be like that wise old bird? Posts: 10 | Registered: Wednesday, December 13 2006 08:00 |
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written Thursday, April 12 2007 05:52
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quote:...for what you pretend may turn out to be what you really are. None. -------------------- There was a wise owl who lived in an oak. The more he heard, the less he spoke. The less he spoke, the more he heard. Why can't we all be like that wise old bird? Posts: 10 | Registered: Wednesday, December 13 2006 08:00 |
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written Saturday, December 30 2006 18:53
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It is impossible to keep a straight face in the presence of one or more kittens. ~Cynthia E. Varnado -------------------- There was a wise owl who lived in an oak. The more he heard, the less he spoke. The less he spoke, the more he heard. Why can't we all be like that wise old bird? Posts: 10 | Registered: Wednesday, December 13 2006 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, December 26 2006 18:50
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Christmas, children, is not a date. It is a state of mind. ~Mary Ellen Chase Now that it's all over, what did you really do yesterday that's worth mentioning? ~Coleman Cox -------------------- There was a wise owl who lived in an oak. The more he heard, the less he spoke. The less he spoke, the more he heard. Why can't we all be like that wise old bird? Posts: 10 | Registered: Wednesday, December 13 2006 08:00 |
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written Thursday, December 21 2006 19:58
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t tyran- What goes around comes around. Never miss an opportunity to make others happy, even if you have to leave them alone in order to do it. "They may forget what you said, but they will never forget how you made them feel." ~Carl W. Buechner -------------------- There was a wise owl who lived in an oak. The more he heard, the less he spoke. The less he spoke, the more he heard. Why can't we all be like that wise old bird? Posts: 10 | Registered: Wednesday, December 13 2006 08:00 |
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written Wednesday, December 20 2006 06:48
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It is good to want. It helps build character. [ Wednesday, December 20, 2006 07:48: Message edited by: Embodied Perfection ] -------------------- There was a wise owl who lived in an oak. The more he heard, the less he spoke. The less he spoke, the more he heard. Why can't we all be like that wise old bird? Posts: 10 | Registered: Wednesday, December 13 2006 08:00 |