Handy Pockets

Retired Queen of Marind Bell

“As she protected the seeds placed in her care, \r\nso shall she protect the citizens of Marind Bell.\r\n”

5Mind Power 5of 7 levels
Water DowsersMarind Bell
Honor 987of 5,000

2,161 days in the realm since 20 February 2009 · started in The Original Story Mode

Record

Fights6,148 won · 6,663 lost
Active34% of days · 2,161 of 6,430
Adept ofBlackshade Rider
Player ID136253

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Medals 4

Medals are earned through hard work and given one player at a time, sometimes with a ceremony. Together with titles, they are what the realm holds as true about Handy Pockets.

Character

Combat stats tap a row for its sources

6,812.25 initial + 10 territory = 6,822.25
The plain force your creatures strike with when you send them into a ritual.
Treasure from won fights, where it is the cheapest of the nine to raise. Worn weapons lend it, and some shop and reward items grant it.
Damage is your attack less the target's defence, and most abilities start their sum from it. Your total is shared out across the creatures in your ritual, so the same attack goes further in a ritual of two than in a ritual of six.
4,937.34 initial + 200 alliance = 5,137.34
How much of a blow your creatures shrug off before it touches their vitality.
Treasure from won fights, at three and a half times the cost of attack. Worn armour lends it, and some shop and reward items grant it.
It is subtracted from nearly every incoming blow, so a defence above the enemy's attack leaves them doing the minimum of one damage. Like the rest, your total is shared out across the creatures in your ritual.
545.48 initial + 15 territory = 560.48
The strength behind everything your creatures do that is not a plain blow.
Treasure from won fights, the second cheapest of the nine to raise. Worn gear lends it, and some shop and reward items grant it.
Healing, protecting, stealing life, draining principles and poisoning all measure themselves against power and ignore attack entirely. Stealing life is capped at 20 percent of a creature, and an aimed hit at 25.
612.48 initial + 30 territory = 642.48
How early your creatures move when a round opens.
Treasure from won fights, at five times the cost of attack. Worn gear lends it, and some shop and reward items grant it.
The whole field acts in order of initiative, highest first, so it decides whether you land a killing blow before the other side answers or after.
749.67 initial = 749.67
How readily the realm's heat answers to you, in a fight and on the road.
Treasure from won fights, and one of the dearer of the nine. Worn gear lends it, and some shop and reward items grant it.
It is added to the heat you get for a fight you start, and a quarter of it is added to the heat of every step on your own land, or on any land while you belong to none.
105.16 initial + 45 territory = 150.16
The realm's willingness to tilt a moment your way, or against you.
Treasure from won fights, but only on about one win in eight, so it grows in jumps rather than steadily. Clickables in the lands hand it out, and worn gear lends it.
On roughly one scene in three, luck finds you Winertia; luck below zero loses it instead. In a fight, luck on either side can double an effect or cancel it outright.
695.67 initial = 695.67
How readily your vitality comes back to you.
Treasure from won fights, and by far the dearest of the nine to raise. Worn gear lends it, and some shop and reward items grant it.
It swells the vitality your house pays you on every refresh, by up to half again, with half of that reached at 2,000. After a fight, every creature you sent is brought back up to at least its regeneration as a percentage of its maximum vitality. Your regeneration is shared out among them like the other stats.
607.02 initial = 607.02
Your nose for a price, and how hard you are to overcharge.
Treasure from won fights, at one of the higher costs of the nine. Worn gear lends it.
It takes up to 25 percent off a dwelling, a weapon and your house rent. The discount climbs fast at first and then flattens, reaching half its maximum at 750 and never quite the whole 25. It is the one of the nine the fight engine never reads.
824.65 initial = 824.65
How well you hold together while crossing land that is not yours.
Treasure from won fights, at one of the higher costs of the nine. Worn helms and shields lend it.
Stepping into another house's territory costs you vitality, and your energetic immunity cancels that percentage of the loss. At 100 the crossing costs nothing at all.

initialweaponsterritoryalliancemagicillusion

Skills that only grow

506.51 initial = 506.51
The weight of your own will, built by going where the realm pushes back.
Every scene you enter that costs action points. Going in above the viscosity minimum pays more than going in below it. The secured day streak pays as well.
Your share of a forge wish. There are five bands, from a tenth to a half.
38 initial = 38.00
Your grasp of the map, and of the shortest way across it.
Touching any of the 25 pillars. Each pillar pays a given traveller once, and never again.
The action points every move costs you. It comes off the cost, down to a floor of one.
80 initial = 80.00
How far your character can still be reshaped. It starts at 80 for everyone and is only ever spent.
Nothing raises it yet. Every card you take by converting permanent stats lowers it by one.
The price of your next card. At 80 a card costs 10 points; each point of plasticity you lose makes the next card dearer (59, then 69, then 81 ...), and each point above 80 makes it cheaper, down to a floor of one.

Leanings

Dowsing47.0
Waterhandling40.4
Experimentalism32.9
Herbalism32.0
Finesse30.5
Mining29.9
Gardening25.1
Filtering24.9
Woodcutting15.8
Excavation14.3

The Leanings are thirteen crafts that pull against each other: what a player practises grows, and what they neglect falls away.

Principles

Transposition Principle 4,000 · Principle of Light 4,000 · Principle of Entropy 4,000 · Time Principle 4,000 · Principle of Cyclicity 4,000

Realm

Water Dowsers

Marind Bell

Housing oneness 20%

Armoury

No set pieces worn.

Writings

Comments on self

Handy Pockets
i wish to speak to Rendril for half an hour

Artist Rendril Revant

My thoughts are hazy as I slowly leave the comfort of my dreams. I welcome the coolness from the shade of the tree. The air is warm with a gentle breeze. I find the thin ribbon in my pocket to hold my long hair from my eyes. I gaze off into the distance to see if anything looks familiar, nothing, but shades of gray. I don't understand, everywhere I look is new. I take stock of what I have, an inventory, of sorts. When I reach into the strange pocket I find flint, string, a few precious stones (precious to me for I feel happy to see these stones) a small pocket knife and a bandanna. Perhaps bits and pieces of the life I can't remember. I thought nothing again of this pocket until I found a fountain; a cool drink of water would be nice, that is when I knew I could reach into my pocket for the silver cup.

The steady heat from the sun warms me and I do not feel alone. There is a festival of celebrations. With a tour of the prison and its many dark and cold tunnels, a place I hope never to see the inside again, I begin to feel cold. It is only after I emerge again on this gray land that I feel the warmth of the sun. Day and night are the same, there is only sunshine. It occurs to me that I have walked in a circle, and find myself back at the tree. Maybe this is where I "live" I think to myself as I take out my bandanna and lay it on the ground for a place to sleep. I do not think long as sleep beckons me.

Every day, I wake to the sun's warmth, the music and the many shades of gray. I find the archives and start to read everything I can of this magical place. I copy the Principles onto paper that I find in my pocket, so that I can read them over and over again. I am drawn to one person who helps me with my study of the Principles. Every day I walk for hours to many locations that we pick to study these Principles. Over and over again, I review the different principles. One minute I know what they mean and the next I have lost all. I study feverishly. I begin to see what these principles can do. I start to focus too much on the Principles. I start to lose touch with the sun, music and the gray. It is said "All work and no play leads the mind to stray." I fear, for me this is so. I must go out on my own to find who I may become, perhaps to become stronger so I can study once more.

Achievements

Completed Berserker's Challenge in MP3, MP4and MP5
Defeated Willow's Guards in MP3, MP4and MP5
Finished the Labyrinth in top 50
Defeated the Loreroot Guards at MP4 and MP5

Day 159 Year 5
KnightsBard presented me with a crystal flower, the scent of which reminds people of many different flowers

Day 325 Year 4
: StrongWilled Legna giggles as she spots Handy Pockets sleepying

: StrongWilled Legna takes out a purple maker and colors stars on her face

: StrongWilled Legna takes out the glitter that was just given to her and puts some glitter on Handy Pocket's face

: StrongWilled Legna skips on out of the room

Day 260 Year 4

Robin Mea browses in pockets

Day 260 Year 4

Robin Mea: oh well I'm always fooling around
Handy Pockets: I will save it if you browsed my pockets also Awiiya
*Awiiya*: Kets, I'm not quite feeling up to a story tonight.
Handy Pockets: that is fine
Robin Mea: awwww
*Awiiya*: *browses Ket's pockets* Oh... a... jelly bean.
Robin Mea: dont eat it!
Robin Mea: it will tast like pukes
*Awiiya*: Okay, you can have it.
Robin Mea: like in harry potter book
Robin Mea: ol
: *Awiiya* hands over
Robin Mea: lol

: *Awiiya* waters the Oak
: Robin Mea puts back in to handys pockets
Robin Mea: it wont harm there anyone

Day 275 Year 4

Rendril Revant: Hello Kets
Rendril Revant: Please excuse me *browses her pockets*
Handy Pockets: *laughs* . Did you find anything good.
Rendril Revant: Yes, I found...everything
Rendril Revant: Thank you
Handy Pockets: *thinks to herself* .Did you have a list?
Rendril Revant: No, but I have found to way to find them all
Handy Pockets: *still confused* . find all what?
Rendril Revant: Items
Handy Pockets: Hah, you are doing that quest. That is the most clever

way yet to get me to give you the list.
Rendril Revant: Kets, you have magical pockets

My first story for the Oak

This is a good day, Oak seed.

The sun is warm, the air is fine and you get stronger everyday.

The tiny ants that keep you company, are busy with their work to keep the soil soft and easy to grow in.

The thoughts and wishes of the people who walk by you on their way to or from the Archives,

will soothe you and protect you as you grow.

It will take you many days, or months to grow.
Just know that you will be cared for and allowed room to grow.

Spread your roots and send us your branches, reach for the sky, and know no fear.

This is a good day, Oak seed.

A story of the Oak Tower
I sat at the Oak Tower today. It is a whimsical place with a spiral turret that, perhaps, has more use than as an ornamental design. There are many windows to look out of maybe to see the water and Golemus. The large drop down door rests on the stone walk that leads to the path. All of this and I do not know what is inside. The field around the tower has many trees that make a wonderful shade for all who walk the path on their way to the Defensive Quarters. This is where you came from, an acorn fallen from one of the many Oaks. I relaxed as I watch the many shades of the gray grass dancing in the slight breeze, a breeze that cools me from the long hot sunny days. Now you are here in this field of MDA land. Where many people walk by and talk of the Archives and the Gardens. The Head Contest is now on everyone’s mind. You will find this is a wonderful place to grow. Spread your little leaves and grow to be a strong oak, like the ones at The Oak Tower.

Day 247

Guybrush Threepw.: And the new groath.

Guybrush Threepw.: *growth

Handy Pockets: nothing there from us.

Guybrush Threepw.: All it has is the fact that it's an actual clickable object with the ability to send people to new lands and a sign post explaining it.

Guybrush Threepw.: Poor Spruce and New Growth.

Handy Pockets: The new Growth is cool in it's own right. It is the Spruce that concerns me.

Guybrush Threepw.: I suppose.

Guybrush Threepw.: But it's a secret tree, maybe people shouldn't know about it.

Handy Pockets: Guy, I think you are right about the Spruce.

Guybrush Threepw.: Really?

Guybrush Threepw.: I was just kinda being punny.

Handy Pockets: yes, but in all that pun fun , you have the perfect reason to keep it secret.

Guybrush Threepw.: Hmm, well even a broken clock is right twice a day I suppose.

Handy Pockets: *laughs* .

Day 247

Lupinus: Hello Gate...

: Lupinus poors some more of the home made green liquid for growth

Lupinus: I wish for...serenity...

Day 260 Year 4

Robin Mea browses in pockets

Day 287 Year 4

Asterdai runs up and hands the mythical daisy to handy

memory gave me some seeds on Day 221

Day 330 Year 4

darrydabby: me too, im glad to see you. with a rose of flowers---@

Rendril presented to me a green pendant Rendril Revant gives an emerald pendant to Handy Pockets

Day 66 Year 6

oldwolf: *holds out a small arrow head with a blue flower engraved in it* mabey...umm here for you

Poetry for the Willow Personal hate list

Willow's Poems

by Handy Pockets

Here we,
tend thee
the seed.
This tree
shall grow,
you'll see.

by Handy Pockets

Poetry
A happy dance
The willow has us in its trance
Mud oozing through our toes
Peace in silence
Joy filled sunshine
Arm is raised
Growth is praised
No one has a clue
Seems I have no shoes
The willow has us in its trance
A happy dance

by Handy Pockets

I don’t mind if you have a preconceived notion
I’m not sure you understand the devotion
You plant your seeds without emotion
You might begin to get a notion
If you did not throw the seeds in commotion
Maybe a magic growing potion?
Would show you our care and emotion
With story and poems we show our devotion.

by Handy Pockets

'honored performance at the Creative Performance Contest, Festival of Fun day 204'

Little Willow seed,
All around you
Warm breeze
Dust on the sunbeam
Like Fairytale dust
Swirling, twirling,
glittering in the sunshine
Gentle noise of bugs
and singing blades of grass
And the hand that protects
Little Willow seed.

by Handy Pockets

Your heart is like the seed who sprouts a dream.
With care and rhyme the deeds will show es.steem.

How sweet a song to show our friends the way.
A sprout so new you glow a shade of gray.

Who says we can't see feet who dance in fun.
A tale of growth so true our sprout was spun.

I wrote this verse to shout the seeds new song.
To prove the seed has care that bind so strong.

Angurvadal

The Bread They Made

They put the loaf into the oven
Knowing what should happen.

Then they sit down to talk,
Some even choose to take a walk.

In their leisure they forget
What it really takes to make a bread.

Some will totally lose track,
While the bread sits on a rack.

Slowly the loaf shall rise-
A result of no surprise!

But to those who sit and wait
Their bread will lose all taste.

Having turned to a darkened loaf that will die and fade.

by Handy Pockets

One by one, new players arrive
Each with a story of how they survive
Some will prove bold
and win Heads of gold
Others will search out there new role.
I hope not a troll.
You raise creatures for battle
They are not your chattel
They fight bold and true
They only wish to protect you.

Day 181

Keith Moon presented me with this poem that he wrote and recited for the Willow seed, on the night Pamplemousse and Keith joined me to care for the seeds.

Willow's Poem
With watchful waters offered here
Beside the path of Willow's ghost
Three faithful friends are drawing near
To show what love they value most.
In humid nights, on endless days,
In lively, palpitating tones,
We grant you nourishment from rays
And settled, long forgotten bones.
We trust your growth will rapid be
With care from your devoted three.

Day 182

2nd willow poem
Beside the waters of the lake
We friends do gather now to share
And courage from each other take
In Marind’s sunlit summer air.
In crystal waters now we send
The willow’s nourishment today
And knowing that the coming wind
May bear our efforts far away.
Still fully do we give to you
Our labor, care, and patience true.

Day 183

Rendril wrote this poem for the Willow
Willow's Poem
Young willow rejoice
For you have but a simple choice
Will you grow strong with mighty bough
That is what we ask you now
I hope your path is plain to follow
That with our help you will flourish tomorrow

From Keith

Willow poem (3rd, I think)
No matter how I concentrate
I scarce can seem to find the ways
To earn an unencumbered fate
Below the morning’s warming rays.
In dissolution I am found
To want repair, and recognize
That though I focus on the ground
A wayward cast has seized my eyes.
And while I lean to feel the breeze
My spirit longs for summer’s ease.

Day 199

by Handy Pockets

I learned the lesson well.
Of poetry I will tell.

It should be normal poetry
When I tell it to the seed.

In the future we will see
A tree of terminology

You will notice a cooling breeze
From the darkness of the leaves.

Just before I turn to fade.
I will enjoy the Willow’s shade.

Day 200

Rendril Revant

nestled in a cover of rushes
lies a willow that often blushes
so many lovers pass with glee
I think I'll call it the kissing tree.

Day 201

by Handy Pockets

I walk the path, to water the seeds alone,
As seedlings here, your life has truly shone.

It is nice to have the help of a good friend.
My hope, please, not beginning of a trend.

The tending of the seeds has shown.
That I can manage on my own.

All the seeds have come alive
Their tend and care is my only drive

Day 202

Another willow poem

Keith Moon

A simple gift of any size
Redounds to those whose gift is given;
Simplicity of tone belies
The grief from whom a sin be shriven.
For while we smile beneath the sky
The hours trudge on, still growing late.
Though now we live, we someday die
Alike embraced by silent fate.

Day 204

by Handy Pockets

As we care for you in the beauty spot.
It is my wish you forget- me- not.

What do we know of this lovers knot?
Please know to neglect I cannot.
This poem is differntly my weak spot.

Day 209

.Pamplemousse.
When will you learn, myself, to be
a dying leaf on a living tree?
Budding, swelling, growing strong,
Wearing green, but not for long,
Drawing sustenance from air,
That other leaves, and you not there,
May bud, and at the autumn's call
Wearing russet, ready to fall?
Has not this trunk a deed to do
Unguessed by small and tremulous you?
Shall not these branches in the end
To wisdom and the truth ascend?
And the great lightning plunging by
Look sidewise with a golden eye
To glimpse a tree so tall and proud
It sheds its leaves upon a cloud?

Here, I think, is the heart's grief:
The tree, no mightier than the leaf,
Makes firm its root and spreads it crown
And stands; but in the end comes down.
That airy top no boy could climb
Is trodden in a little time
By cattle on their way to drink.
The fluttering thoughts a leaf can think,
That hears the wind and waits its turn,
Have taught it all a tree can learn.
Time can make soft that iron wood.
The tallest trunk that ever stood,
In time, without a dream to keep,
Crawls in beside the root to sleep.

Edna St Vincent Millay

Madalina Fitzroy

The Lake

Water lilies load all over
The blue lake amid the woods,
That imparts, while in white circles
Startling, to a boat its moods.

And along the strands I'm passing
Listening, waiting, in unrest,
That she from the reeds may issue
And fall, gently, on my breast;

That we may jump in the little
Boat, while water's voices whelm
All our feelings; that enchanted
I may drop my oars and helm;

That all charmed we may be floating
While moon's kindly light surrounds
Us, winds cause the reeds to rustle
And the waving water sounds.

But she does not come; abandoned,
Vainly I endure and sigh
Lonely, as the water lilies
On the blue lake ever lie.

Mihai Eminescu was a late Romantic poet, novelist and journalist, often regarded as the most famous and influential Romanian poet. Famous works include Luceafarul ("Evening Star"), Oda în metru antic (Ode in ancient meter), and the five Letters (Epistles/Satires). In his poems he frequently used metaphysical, mythological and historical subjects.(January 15, 1850 – June 15, 1889)

Day 215

Keith Moon

willow poem
To find a cause to celebrate
Is water singing in the wind;
As vapor’s tears precipitate
We tip a can and call you friend.
And in this light we persevere,
With ink, and quill, and foot, and hand
Through web of trust, with spirit clear
To raise you leaping from the land.
Complacent sun and plains of blue
Now lounge about us, overhead,
As river’s ripple flows to you,
Whose glory rises from our dead.

Day 216

Keith Moon

Willow poem
On frozen rivulet I write
Of madness just begun;
A drop in Time we drink tonight
While you embrace the sun.
The water leaps and turns its face
In chaos side to side
As we our tinted memories chase:
Our mortal ends defied.
If living death and raw despair
Have meaning left to give,
Then we shall taste the summer air
That you, our friend, shall live.

Day 217

Keith Moon

My Willow sonnet
If in the wake of tears the moonrise comes,
Then which lost stars greet palpitating gloom?
Does failure meet low trumpets or sad drums?
What smiles will flash upon the edge of doom?
I beg a grain of peace, a drachm of calm,
An anxious, furtive ointment for the brain
Obsessed with strife, impatient for the balm
That bites the skin, whose potency is pain.
For those who drink their fill of sugared blood
May choke upon gray wisdom in the night,
And those whose fevered rhythms foam and flood
Cannot in rhyming fetters learn to write.
I strain my lips to sip the trickled verse:
The poet’s draught and mournful writer’s curse.

Day 218

Keith Moon

Willow poem
The sultry summer sky in disarray
Regards as patchwork shadows creep below;
With mischief does the zephyr curl away
To fields no mortal eye can ever know.
In forest-filtered light the footsteps die
Which over baking plain did rustle forth;
The frowning, spotted toadstool ponders why
The sullen Maple tree knows not its worth.
On snapping trail our passage finds its end
Beside the dancing brook the glaciers send

Day 219

by Handy Pockets

As we tend the seeds in all their glory
We find there is another story
Here we are, with a question
Will you hear our confession?
With old rusty water cans
And holding hands
Our hearts expand to hear the voice
all who come here by they own choice
Shall we whisper this under oath?
That we praise your new found growth.

Day 221

Story and Poem recited by Guybrush Threepwood

A story.
Once upon a time there was an ant and a grasshopper.
The any scurried around collecting as much food as he could to store for the winter to survive.
The grasshopper spent all summer bugging the ant and asking him to play with him.
When winter came the grasshopper didn't have food enough to survive, and the ant had plenty.The grasshopper asked for some food, but the ant told him, "You have not worked and messed around all summer, and now you shall pay the consequences."
So the grasshopper ate the ant and stole his food.

Shell Silverstein.

William Tell, William Tell.
Grab an arrow, grip it well.
There's the apple, aim for the middle.
Oops, you only missed by a little.

Day 222

Keith Moon

Willow poem for the one not here.

The sawdust of a wasted day
Compacts in clods beneath my shoe.
All eloquence while you’re away
Seems crickets’ babble without you.
If I can sing in notes of gold
And mesmerize the marble sky,
It’s meaningless if I grow old
And do not hear your azure sigh.
For I will master vines of pain
Entwined in barbs all ‘round my ear
If I can breathe your kiss again
And feel your silence smiling near.

Day 224

Keith Moon

Willow Poem
Your smile beneath the fading light
Is lilac deliquescence pure;
Your shadow weeps in hematite
The skulking sunset to abjure.
Although your grassy coronet
Was never weaved to snare the days,
Your amber-haloed silhouette
Within the creeping darkness stays.
Inside my mind I clasp your face
And hug your memory at night;
I draw your scent to claim the place
Where you will blossom, waking bright.

Day 225

Keith Moon
willow sonnet #2

To wade in dappled shadows of the grass
And cross the Bell of Marind once or twice
The desert vizier’s errand comes to pass
With measured words and water as its price.
If dusty paths of wisdom stain our shoes,
Engraving on us sun-drenched faces’ lines,
Perhaps it is our happiness to lose
The smoky strands of pain as day declines.
Inside the journey’s compass pilgrims come
From earth’s erupted saplings swaying by
The rushing road and river’s splashing drum
Remarking moments under placid sky.
To sundry seedlings we will speak and laugh,
Our voices hissing motes of corn and chaff.

Day 226

Poem for the Willow

Keith Moon
Willow sonnet (third, I think)

While stippled moments furl and steal away
As furtive as the ripples in a tarn
Disturbed by feather’s tumble, twilight gray
Will clothe the sky in evening’s tattered yarn.
Remembering a silky, solemn pledge,
We join our hands atop our stalwart can
To amble faithfully at autumn’s edge
And swing our stormy hearts in nature’s plan.
In staring down the glass we may recall
A sugar-coated scrap of lifetimes gone,
And though we have the fortitude to fall,
We find our glimmered joy at whirling dawn.
Who cannot stall the sinking sands of Time
With fraying thoughts entangles them in rhyme.

Day 228

Keith Moon

Snippets from the Rubaiyat
O come with old Khayyam and leave the wise
To talk. One thing is certain: that life flies.
One thing is certain, and the rest is lies:
The flower that once has blown forever dies.

I also like this stanza, which I read for the Willow last night after you'd gone:

The moving finger writes, and having writ
Moves on. Nor all your piety nor wit
Can lure it back to cancel half a line
Nor all your tears wash out one word of it.

Omar Khayyam was - I want to say an astronomer, a poet, and a tent-maker. Seems a

lot of the Classical Arabs were poets. His blunt, atheistic, mildly "carpe diem"

philosophy resounds through the ages, and recalls the Roman poet Horace (of "carpe

diem" fame).

Day 231

Day 232

A Paslm of Life

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life if but an empty dream
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting.
And our hears, though stout & brave.
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the World’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife.
Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act--act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God overheard!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our live sublime,
And,, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing.
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labour and to wait,

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)

Day 239

Poem by Awiiya
Tonight the lake stands atark
With the little island its beauty mark
The reeds its hair
Flowing green and fair
The birds make the mouth
Their cries ever so loud
The people go by and sigh
Remarking how her beauty abides
But the secret of this lake,
The heart that none shall take,
Is you, little Willow sprout.
And of that, none doubt.

Day 241

by Awiiya

There are nights, when things do not quite feel alright.
The water is off, and does not drip down
Our hearts beat slow, and sometimes there is even a frown.
Not enough sleep, the day was awful
At the end of the day, our brains are filled with null
Through all this, we pick up our bodies
We move our legs, our arms, fill the needs
Of the seeds we call dear. In return, one day
When our arms will not lift, and our feet will not pay
They will turn to us, our seeds, and give us back
What was given to them: blind, and loving, in a tightly wound pack.

Day 242

by Handy Pockets

I wrote this poem after seeing
Phantom Orchid, who we missed seeing
for a long time.

There she was, our fellow planner
She, herself, has been off the scanner
Please join us again for the seeds so true
You are but just one of us so few
Who show our seeds such grace and manner.

Day 243

by Handy Pockets

We tend the seeds here everynight.
Sun shines to us in every light.
No matter the prevailing winds.
Our seeds know how to wrap and twined.
Our emotions glowing ever bright.

Friends we see here only every fortnight.
They see what eyes see; true delight.
Against the ones who might be blind.
We tend the seeds here everynight.

When standing together in their sight.
Inviting gold and shining armor of knights.
And when our friendships glue and bind.
We know the stories and poems did wind.
Together we stand here to share our delight.
We tend the seeds here everynight.

Day 244

Poem by Awiiya

There is a heart, felt deep inside.
It beats loud and true, in which we all confide.
There are sights gruesome, and people mean
Things better left unsaid, and places unseen.
But the tragedy of this short life is that we cannot choose
What to see, and where to go, whether it be a palace or a noose
Our fates are horribly intertangled with the lowest of the low.
And when all is said and done, our eyes with pain will glow.
So in times when things are ugly, and the scenery is grim
takes a breath in
Take consolance in the fact that there is more than awful whims
Things get better, things go up, and we live.

Day 245

poem by Awiiya

A silent night, a peaceful sight
We sang songs, now we tell poems not long
People sometimes accompany, but we are our own company
Things are easy, we are light and the toughness measley
Our brains think slower, my past in words I show her.
The waterings, the waterings, are a thing of wonder.

Day 246

poem by Handy Pockets

The first of our seed is the Oak.
We do not hide behind the Smoke.
One of our seeds is the Maple.
The story's and poems for all a staple.
One of our seeds is the willow
Come and listen upon your pillow.
One of our seeds is a Spruce.
We do not need a truce.
For the seeds are our needs and feeling

Day 248

by Tarquinus

This is so much as I am:
A scalloped coarse revenant
Powder collapsed from smokeless fire.
This is so much as I was:
Imbecile vagrant, fever's fool
Waltzing tip-toe with a phantom
As faceless as the sky.
This is so much as I shall be:
Hermetic wastrel of hours
Awash in spectral radiance
Rootless as moonbeams
Tarnished urn of crumpled words
Reflection of light unseen.

Day 249

It is a path like no other.
With cool stones to refresh the feet.
It invites and protects all who venture here

Day 250

poem by Priestess Orchid

Catkin Blessings

Catkin blessings sow longing in the air
Plumes of burgeoning majesty, a truly illustrious snare
From glen to glen, tangoing gallantly in the wind
Two-stepping with moon ray sparkles, a twirl and a spin
A soft breath, a waltz into the garden of peculiarities
Rhizomatous dreams ensnaring, a bed of hilarity
Cold hearts melt, veneer stripped from secrets left untold
By a humble gardener named Kets - loving, caring and bold.

Day 252 Year 4

by Jester

There sits a willow seed
Watching people pass by
From its seat among the reeds
It has seen many days die
And as it watches the passing of time,
surely it must outgrow this rhyme

Day 253 Year 4

Keith Moon
Willow poem 14
In fellowship we walk around
To find you lightly napping here,
All snugly nestled in the ground
While we imbibe the Fall’s first air.
With song and water that we bring,
And blood to offer up to you,
Without misprision we sing
Of light and life that are your due.
In endless sunlight may you grow
And cast upon the grass a shade
That folk of MagicDuel shall know
And suffer not your leaves to fade.

Day 254 Year 4

Willow poem 15
A faceless one, the story goes,
Produced this world, an open box;
The star that so unwinking glows
Has scorched the hands upon the clocks.
Now, some will sing in Marind’s Bell
Of laurel wreaths too seldom crowned
On those who in heroics fell
And sleep by broken swords renowned;
And others still in heart of Lore
Shall dream of battles never fought
To champion the days of yore
And full preserve the truth unsought.
Necrovion will nestle close
And whisper greyly of the dead,
But stones amid its voice morose
Recall the walker’s final bed.
When drachorns swoop from aeries high
On proud Golemus in the sea,
Mount Kelle’tha will strain the eye
That seeks its summit’s mystery.
Today the lands of East unroll
From mists of hidden MagicDuel:
By word or deed we pay the toll,
The warrior, wizard, and the fool.

Day 262 Year 4

A Haiku by Moritake (1452-1540)
Fallen petals rise

Fallen petals rise
back to the branch-I watch
oh. . . butterflies!

Day 263 Year 4

By Handy Pockets

As the mist clears, and
The sun warms my soul.
I , on this stone path
So cool under my feet,
Watch as they come and
Hear their voices increase
He is the first to understand my desire
To learn all I can, it grows like fire.
The two, hand in hand, bring
words to convey how we tend
friends and seeds, through words
Everyday.
There are those who join not
nearly enough; blame those that
Steal their armor and stuff.
I , on this stone path,
Hear their voices increase.

Day 264 Year 4

by Nacirema Asu

Did you hear? They say there is war.
How can you sit there and ask for more.
If the only reason to join is for the win.
The tale you tell, how will it spin.
Will the memories you tell be true.
Or will the cries and voices haunt you.
Two friends who won’t fight,
Two reasons come to light.
One, truth of calm conviction.
One, passivism is the restriction.

Day 266 Year 4

by Robin Mea

I'm standing here alone
Words will be created
But heard by non
So will be not elated
For what I have done

Day 270 Year 4

Robin Mea

The friendship means always lot
Never ends, no needs for dot
The friend in you that I've just got
Is realy precious, be worried not
I hope the battles in which we fought
Make us grow in way we never thought
Maybe one day will stand togethere
On battle ground, asking why or whether
But till that day, let us be friends
When we meet again lets shake our hands.

Day 274 Year 4

by Handy Pockets

It is the festival of pain.
Run back down that lane.
With thoughts out of the blue.
Will they scare you?
A chance you will see his power.
Will it be you who will cower.
Off the water, cold wind blows.
And cold from the fear grows
Talking and walking, who can you trust?
How did cold come and form a crust?
I bundle up to protect my heart.
Would it be scary, right from the start?

Day 294 Year 4

This is the first poem told to the Willow. I started the poem,
then Awiiya added the rest. I retold it today

Weeping Willow don't you sigh
Some will come, some will go by
We will protect you as you reach the sky
weeping willow don't you sigh.

Weeping willow don't say a word
There is much pain but none you'll hear
You will grow with water so near.
and with my gentle hands your sprouts are near.

Hush Little willow your feelings are ours
The wind and rain your pillow and shower
Hear the whispers of your whistling wind
Look up at the stars, Willow and watch them spin.

Day 295 Year 4

by Awiiya

The song of a Human

Drip drop, flip flop, the sounds go together like the monsters under my bed
They watch, they wait for the sounds of sleep, the plop as I fall into the deep.
Veins pulsing with venom and eyes blare with images of ferocity,
Off I go on tangents, of those they slay, of those in the ground, and how they lay.
Taking the shapes of foes and friends alike, the people under my bed sing my death.

As a young child sleeping in my nightmarish bed, I feel lost, Willow.
Your goal is clear; towards the sky you will reach your simple fingers.
My limbs, they do not reach, they do not raise their hands to pray.
My limbs, they bend under the weight of others, they crack trying to hold me.
My hands, they are held outstretched to stop the onslaught of life against me.

Accept, give, these are the messages you give us. "I take all, broken and fixed. "
You take all, you take the broken and fix them, and the fix you recreate better.
Let your leaves be an example. Let me open my hands not to protect and fear,
Open them instead to accept, to feel, to know that everything is here.
Sun breathe in me the words of the universal aesthetical world.

Fisted responses abate as the heart opens as a single flower in bloom.
Bees come only to the flowers with the scent of promise.
Spread arms, holding hands, the world is small but so am I.
So are we all, close together, but far apart if you hold up your head to look.

The sprout from the seed, the heart hears the need. Water, water,
All you need is water. Humans, we need love, acceptance, purpose, peace,
The list takes a decade to read and to avoid the fall gets no easier as life gets harder.
Love you, and you love. In our complexity we crumple like paper in a storm.
Take my waterlogged parts and wring me out.
When I am dry and ready, unfurl the hands and release. Fly me high
And high I fly, soar in the glory of simplicity and ease.

Grow grow, sow sow, and be more to me than anyone can ever know.
Peace goes the endnote of this sonnet. Breathe deep and mutter it once,
Then all can see why the taught leap and flutter.

Day Year 4

Nezcra

Lost now searching within oblivian.
A distant light beckons to my senses.
See it now, yet to not know its nature.
Time it seems fades everything.

Long has night passed thee by,
all that remains, a sliver of memory;
Forever dedicated to your glory.

Reaching through the forgotten abyss.
on the horizon creeps the light of happiness
your leaves they come now into focus.

The vision is the path itself.
Come back now oh, memory.
Tell the tale of the Willow tree.
Fall away darkness, fall away from me.

Day 306 Year 4

His soul, twisted and tormented, cold as ice.
Eyes, hollow and dark, filled with insects and fear.
Threading over the land seeking his rightful place.
Calling a mournful sound, wailing and calling, searching and confused.

She gasps,the horror she sees, as she looks at the ones she protects, as they protect her.
Why such destruction, how did this happen?
How could she leave them to fend for themselves?
Her heartache sends her walking, walking for the one energy she knows they need.
Her vital energy.
And once again she gasps, she can not walk for her creatures, she needs to be joined
with others who share her common interest.
What will she do? She calms herself and thinks of all her options.

There he is, he found her and he comes to her side.
She sees he is in need of his rightful place. He will protect as he is protected.
A decision is made, her walking friend will be bound again with a plan that will
keep him safe. He will protect the rest from destruction as they heal.
She decides it is time to find an alliance
and be the one who protects the one who protects her once again.

Day 307 Year 4

by Handy Pockets
told to the Oak

What wonderful shades of brown.
Some are shiney and round.
Some are tattered and old,
and covered in mold.
Here is one with a hat!
Imagine that!
Perhaps food for our friends.
It depends on the trends.
leave them for the squirrels and such
what joy these acorns are to the touch
Let the acorns fall from the tree
twirl around and let yourself free.

Day 313

Why do my words run and hide?
I walk and watch them drop by my side.
To pick them up is to see them subside.
I know they are words, good and true.
to express feelings of delight or blue.
Why do my words run and hide?

Day 321 Year 4

by Handy Pockets

walking barefoot on the edge; slipping
exploring sandy hideaways; tripping
mud warm from the sun holds tight to me
darting water creatures stop to see

gentle breeze on the surface; rippling
wind like feathers, gentle; stippling
here we tell a poem to tend our tree
all this wonder here to set us free.

Day 323 Year 4

By Awiiya

A kitteh meows, and all around we look down.
We attempt to hear the words spoken in cat tongue, but quickly my face becomes a frown.
I do not understand, I wish I could, but I cannot.
So I will try and gives answers, in the dark they are shots.
But I will be wrong, for without language there are barriers ten feet tall.
My words will fling out, and fall, and his meows float then stall.
Incompetent, we communicate.

Day 326 Year 4

by Handy Pockets

A cool breeze clears the haze
Secret coves and sandy hideaways
Walking barefoot along the shore
Watching dartin water creatures explore
I stop and watch in a daze
I hope they Come together once more.

Day 329 Year 4

by Yoshi

You are a sign of life.
A sign of love and not of strife.
You show the way we all should live,
how not to take, but instead should give.
You show the peace that we should have,
how not to scowl, but instead should laugh.
You show the joy that we should share,
how not to turn, but instead should care.
You show the patience that we should show,
how not to shrink, but instead should grow.
You show the love that we should extend,
how not to hate, but instead should befriend.
You show how gentle we should be,
how not to argue, but instead should agree.
How not to entangle,
but instead should let free.

Day 333 Year 4

by Awiiya

There is something that chills, late at night here.
The people walk by and bump into me, there is the smell of fear
Quickly away they do not look down or back, and instead close their eyes
Blocking out the horror, and from my glance their heart shies.
But the horror they see comes from deep within themselves.
They look on things benign and see creatures waiting to delve.
They see shadows cast into giants so large.
But there is nothing harmful to who who walks with no fear of a slithering barge.
With the Willow by our side, and the light of Ket's attitude a few feet away
Yoshi and I cannot help but feel ready to stay.
Ready to ward off all in our way, and here we stand.
Impervious, seeing only the light in this ambivilant land.

By Awiiya

Day 335 Year 4

Here the true magnificance one may think for a brief moment is the seed, and to that I can see, open your eyes. Whe one looks around, it becomes clear, the magnificance does not stop at the leaves of the tree, nor near the riverside. Look at Kets, look at me, and you will see, the magnificance it brings out of all three. The magnificance rests in the bringing, the rising of water to the surface, and so to this, I will kneel. Look around, the magnificance is here.

Military ways and beliefs

Take the Magic: The Gathering 'What Color Are You?' Quiz.

The Man He Killed

   Had he and I but met
   By some old ancient inn,
We should have sat us down to wet
   Right many a nipperkin!

   But ranged as infantry,
   And staring face to face,
   I shot at him as he at me,
   And killed him in his place.

    I shot him dead because--
    Because he was my foe,
    Just so: my foe of course he was;
    That's clear enough; although

    He thought he'd 'list, perhaps,
    Off-hand-like--just as I--
    Was out of work--had sold his traps--
    No other reason why.

    Yes; quaint and curious war is!
    You shoot a fellow down
    You'd treat, if met where any bar is,
    Or help to half-a-crown.


(Thomas Hardy 1840-1928)

~ Day: 327 Year: 4 ~

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Elemental Vlevel 6 · 2 held
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Angien Egglevel 1 · 2 held
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Chaos Archerlevel 6 · 3 held
Majestic Winderwildlevel 6 · 4 held
Angien Sentinel IIlevel 5
Madhornlevel 5 · 3 held
Master of Puppetslevel 3

The most experienced kinds, of 113 creatures in all.

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From the Adventure Log

Page 271 · The Shade Ballance - Sh. Kh.

"Your Dark Majesty, what is it happening to you O.o?", "I am ..fading... we.. need.. to..?" "Yes master?". Khal looks now through the shade. He understands that the values of Necrovion are kept not by the shades but by the alliance they built. "How could i forget that, the shades we worship obey nature rules..their nature". A former alliance member approaches Khal. "Master Khal, who are you talking to?" , "no..nothing..i was thinking out load, about the ballance". "What ballance?", Khal looks at the stupidity on his subjects face "Who let you into Necrovion?"

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