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The paper is ensorcelled so it is unable to be removed by any hand other than that which placed it there; nor is it able to be changed, molested or damaged in the way of defacement. The paper sticks firmly and glows brightly: a bright pale cream with electric blue edges and an elegant script...

Pins a couple of notes up, absently pushing aside a few thorns to do so. The first reads: Corwin, It is good to see you still play tag with me upon this tree, it is a game I enjoy and I hope you are well. Bhryn. The second, on similar paper, reads: With kisses And wishes, To you My heart...

Approaches the thorny tree, after a look around to make sure she is alright and then pins her piece of paper up with a smile. The paper is a faded beige-cream with a slightly grainy feel to it if touched, but warm in a pleasant way. The paper is edged in electric blue and stamped in the bottom...

Rather sheepishly approaches the board and glances around, then sighs and takes down the original note, placing another in the spot it occupied. Bets are off on this one, sorry. Maybe there'll be another in the future? Chuckles and adds at the bottom: By order of Princess Xanto. Giggles to...

My Brother I don't know where we parted Told heavy hearted To me that I should leave And go. Where sister and brother Knew not each other; Only the silence of a reprieve So slow. I know we shook the heavens At odds until eleven And then at fifteen years We went. The stars fell down to shatter...

Pins a quick reply underneath, the typical warm cottony parchment and the writing in a rich dark blue: I'm glad you like it. Bhryn xxx

I really like that idea. The Never-Ending Story dance! XD Reminds me of what we used to do as kids; have an exercise book from school and each person would write a line of a story in it, after each other, and keep passing it round and round... it was absolute gibberish cause no one kept...

That would be an incredible talent...

I like the idea of Halfling throwing. But I'm sadistic... I think they should have an X-Factorstyle show. Where you have to show off your talents... and have a panel with acidic comebacks as awesome as Simon Cowell, Sharon Osbourne and the likes... ...imagine some of the talents... O_o "Bear...

As a note on that, the ISRPcon should be interesting ^_^ I have a whole bunch of ideas for that... Just... this one event for June isn't making my brain make ideas! *giggles* I'd suggest a drinking contest, but you'd only end up with very drunk characters... ...and if Thala got drunk, bad...

Sort of like an all round fayre, with events and prizes and the like. You could have an excuse for bards to play music, excuse for foods and revelry and an excuse for people to show of their skills in some games, like dunktanks and the like. Sort of like an 'All Fools Day' - encourage people to...

Tomorrow Ask me not to show you The bloom of the sun In the dying embers. Nor to show you where The stars fade into forever On the far flung horizon. I cannot give you The dreams I once held And let slip through my fingers Nor pass along softly The tears I shed Over the gone and lost. Ask not...

Drowning A look never cast my way was lost At sea in the faces And crowds of people; waving Undulating past me and him Until he too was lost From sight. But drowning I recalled the bright eyes And the hollow curve Of cheek and bone And lips to dimple the skin Softly. Down, the mermaids Dragged...

works for me!

Adds one with a joking tone And so is Lyzar, your point being? Love knows no sanity!

Done- hahaha! I'll collect it for the kitty. _ B xxx

A newer note still, merely a scribble, truth be told, appears as if by magic. Someone interested in your sister. - B xx

The Night Good evening, Good night. Flag the candles down For the evening. Stars are out already and Twinkling bright, luminous But cold. The evening is a velvet blanket Of richest sable And cast upon the dinner table Of Gods are dreams Of mice and mortal men. In slumber rolled Beds of soft...

A piece of paper in cream, edged with bright red and orange, the letterhead in black limned with silver and the lettering bold. However, those who seek to try and remove the parchment by ANY means, find that it is impossible to remove, destroy or fill in over. It's there to -stick-. Lyzar and...

The celestial wanders past and peers closer. Then mutters and pens quickly in her cursive: It is good to know you abide well and will stand with us, I for one would be glad of your strength and fortitude. Bhryn. Then she pauses and stares at the bottom of her note. With a strangled swallow...