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Yea for day 5 of postings!
OK, maybe not celebratory material, but still. I am pleased with myself up to this point.
Is it just me or is writing this stuff like asking someone out on a date? You step up, put your best foot forward and await a response, hopefully acceptance, maybe even affirmation. Few days pass and you begin to wonder; is she busy? did she hear me ask her out? is she not answering because she didn't like how i asked, doesn't like me, or is silence a nice way of declining?
So, we (I), post and post and try to fit in / break in. Hoping our ramblings and musings finds a common audience. That we strike a cord within others. One that not only relates to us, but to others as well. I mean even the misftis want to fit in someplace.
I'll be back later when my muse awakens ....
Rainstorm
He was going to be late! He wheeled out of his driveway and backed out into the
street. As he drove down the road, his eyes kept wandering to the clock on the
dashboard.
“Damn it! Not again.”
Settling into his commute he began to relax, his mind wandering back to her and last
night. She’d surprised him with candles throughout the house, flower petals and
clothes leading to the bathroom, and a bath waiting with her inside smiling
seductively up at him.
A horn blaring nearby brought him out of his daydream. Once again he looked at the
clock. “Yep, definitely late. Wonder if it’s too late to call out sick.”
He reached for his briefcase to call the office and tell them he was stuck in traffic,
which was true on some level. It wasn’t on the front seat, or the floor behind the
passenger seat. Maybe it was on the back seat? No, not there either.
“Where did it fall to, damn it!?”
While he searched his car it came to him, he’d set it down outside the bedroom door
when he’d come to sneak one last peak at her lying there in bed. He could see her soft
skin glowing in the morning sunlight. The soft smile that played across her lips while
she slept, the seductive curves of her body teasingly exposed by the sheets.
He stood there captivated by her. The chime of his watch woke him from his revelry. He
was going to be late! Running out in a hurry he’d forgotten his briefcase in the
hallway. “Damn it!”
Seeing a familiar exit, he quickly veered off the highway and headed back towards
home. He was almost there when it began to rain. Thunder rolled across the sky and the rain began to fall harder, drumming a steady rhythm on his windshield as it fell. By the
time he pulled into the driveway it was pouring rain and the sky was dark.
He ran up to the house, trying to avoid getting soaked. Thunder rumbled and he could
see a flash of lightning off in the distance. He opened the door and slipped quickly
inside. While he stood shaking off the water by the door he heard noises coming from
within the house. He quietly made his way down the hall. There was his briefcase
leaning against the wall, right where he’d left it, the bedroom door slightly ajar.
Again he heard the faint sound, a gasp? Or was it a moan? Quietly moving up to the
door he peered inside the dark room. In the reflection of the dresser vanity across
the room he could see her laying there in bed. She had her eyes closed tightly and was
moaning softly and writhing under the sheets.
A broad smile played across his lips, he moved to get a better view of her in the
mirror. Standing there watching her, she arched her back slightly, a soft moan
escaping her lips. The sudden movement causing the sheets to slide off, exposing her
slender body.
Her body was naked and beautiful. She had one hand cupping her breast, her fingertips
caressing the hard nipple; the other was hidden between her thighs. Her legs blocked
the view but he could tell from the way her hips were moving she was close to coming.
He stood there watching her as she touched herself, eyes closed tightly, her chest
heaving as she began to breathe harder. Her soft throaty moans were getting louder and
louder as her hand continued to explore her sex. He quietly moved into the bedroom. He
had to have a closer view! It was almost too much to bear watching her like this! His
desire for her was palatable. He could almost taste her soft skin and feel the warmth
of her body.
She gasped and arched her back as she came. As wave after wave of pleasure washed over her she softly moaned his name. Smiling, he moved closer to the edge of the bed and
kneeled down between her legs.
She was squeezing her eyes closed tightly, touching herself as she remembered how he
had touched her just the night before. They’d made love several times last night and
she could still feel his touch and smell his body in the bed there with her. She could
see the outline of his body as it was cast in the glow of the candles. She could still
feel his body pressing against hers.
“Oh god!” she gasped as she came. The orgasm had surprised her. It hit with such
delicious force that it caused her to arch her back and moan, her body tingling and
throbbing with remembered pleasures.
She jumped as she felt something warm and wet on her thigh. Opening her eyes she saw
him there kneeling at the edge of the bed, kissing her gently along her inner thigh.
He was smiling up at her hungrily. She could see his briefcase and clothes in a pile
by the door.
She smiled down at him and then lay back. Moaning as he began to kiss, lick and nibble
his way up along her thighs. The softness of his lips and the warmth of his breath
were almost too much for her. As vivid as her memory of the night before had been it
was nothing compared to how his touch felt right now. She lay there trying to drink in
every sensation. She heard the soft patter of rain falling against the window and the
deep rumbling of the thunder.
She reached down and grabbed his hair, pulling him closer to her. She could feel his
pace quicken as her urgings became more intense. She gasped when he slid a finger
inside her. She was about to explode. When she felt his mouth move to her clit and
take it firmly between his lips, she moaned, “I’m going to come. Oh, Baby!”
“Come, baby, come for me please,” she felt more than heard him reply.
When he pushed another finger inside her, she could feel herself opening for him, her
orgasm building until she could hold back no longer. “Oh, yes!” she gasped as she
came. She could feel her body tighten, her pussy trembling, her juice dripping down
her thighs. She could feel him softly licking along her thighs, lapping at her.
She raised her head to look at him. Even in the darkness of the room and the
bleariness in her eyes she could plainly see the big smile lighting up his handsome
face. He leaned over her, pushing his hips between her trembling thighs. When he
kissed her, she could taste herself on his lips.
They kissed for a long time, their tongues exploring each other's lips and mouths,
electricity surging through them as their tongues met. They lay there kissing each
other passionately, desperately, all the while their hands caressing each other's
body.
She let out a surprised gasp when he pushed his cock inside her. She could hear him
moan deep in his chest as he pushed slowly into her. She tightened on him, trying
desperately to keep him there, throbbing inside her. The tighter she squeezed on him
the louder he moaned as he continued to move deeper inside her.
He lifted her legs up over his arms and began to thrust harder into her. Their bodies
moving in rhythm as they moaned and kissed, each lost in the pleasures of the other.
She dug her nails across his back and into his shoulders, gripping him tightly with
every part of her. Her pussy was quivering on his hard cock as he worked it steadily
in and out of her. She tilted her hips and moved to match his thrusts, their bodies
moving as one.
She could feel his body tighten and his cock throbbing harder, pulsing inside her. She
knew he was close to cumming. She giggled when he lifted her up abruptly and bent her
over the end of the bed. With her head pushed into the soft billowy covers she could
feel her hard nipples brushing across the satin sheets.
He grabbed her hips roughly as he moved behind her. She looked back at him and smiled
devilishly. Sliding her legs further apart, she arched her back, opening herself up to
him. With one long thrust he pushed his cock inside her. His shaft filled her
completely, pressing up against her cervix and stretching her soft walls to fit him.
By the way he was moving she could tell how badly he wanted her, how desperately he
ached for her.
Last night when he’d entered her it was soft, tender, almost romantic. This time it
was passionate, hungry. His lust for her was primal. He continued to thrust roughly
into her, his moans becoming louder and louder as he pushed into her, completely
burying himself inside her.
She reached back and took his balls in her hand, squeezing them firmly. She could feel
them throbbing and tightening in her hand. He was about to explode. She’d never seen
him hold back this long before.
He stopped suddenly, pulling away from her. He lifted her off the bed up into his
strong arms. Turning her to face him, he kissed her deeply. She could feel his lips
trembling in ecstasy. He nibbled at her lips as they kissed. She reached down between
them to stroke his throbbing wet cock.
She gasped when she felt something cold pressing against her shoulder and then against
her ass; she could feel goose bumps run across her skin. He lifted one of her legs up
and across his hips. He held her pressed against the cold glass of the window. She
could feel the chill of the window against her hot skin, could feel the rain falling
on the window almost as if it were falling on her body.
She could feel the intensity of his desire as he thrust into her. His moans were as
hard and rough as his movements. He was trembling against her, completely lost within
her. She could hear the sound of thunder in the distance.
She heard him moaning, “Yes, baby, yes!” He nuzzled his head against her neck, pushing
himself deeper into her.
Her senses were overloading with passion and pleasure. “Come for me please,” she
whispered in his ear.
He grabbed her hips roughly, fingers digging into the soft skin of her hips, lifting
her he plunged his cock into her for a final thrust. He let out a moan deep in his
chest as he exploded inside her, his body quivering and throbbing as his cock filled
her.
Her own orgasm was just as powerful when she felt him come, the strength of his orgasm
merely feeding her own. She felt the warmth of his lust filling her completely.
She kissed his neck softly as she held him, her body never wanting to part from his.
They stood there for several long moments, trembling in each other's arms. She could
feel him throbbing inside her while delicious aftershocks ran through her body causing
her muscles to tighten and squeeze him.
He carried her gently back to their bed where they collapsed in a mass of limbs and
sweaty flesh. As he wrapped his body around hers, he whispered into her ear. “Looks
like I’m calling in sick today.”
She smiled and snuggled back up against him. “Again?” she purred playfully.
Laying there in his arms, she could see the impression their bodies had made on the
glass. She could still hear the thunder as rain continued to fall.
Overview:
Cold, Northern-European setting. Harsh Mountain ranges. Deep and dark foreboding forests. Large tracks of wild unexplored land. Ancient feeling world with numerous ruins and myths and mysteries.
Much has happened to change the face of the world in the last century. Ancient traditions were cast aside and new ideas and ways were embraced. Often seen as better or truer. Magic and Faith are fading as Technology and Modernization gain support. It is the dawn of an age of enlightenment, a Renaissance in the world. Where old fears are solved with new thinking. Where the future looks bright and tomorrow hopeful. Where any man may shape the world. Machinaux is a fickle mistress, she grants hope and smashes it down. She raised the Arcanians and freed the Dwarves but enslaved the Xanth and serves the Abyssal Lords. It empowers the masses but weakens Arcana. Where training and tutelage granted wisdom and tempered power, Machinaux offers power to all who but embrace it. The new age is built upon the ruins of the Ancients. In the quest for knowledge and truth old secrets are forgotten and old ways are lost and in this time something in the darkness, asleep for millennia, stirs in its eternal slumber. For every light of progress and knowledge a deeper, darker shadow of fear is cast. In the dark corners of the world, where ancient secrets lay, Man’s new ideas hold little power and offer even less protection. It is a world of contrasts, of balance; of Life and Corruption, of New and Old, of Machinaux and Arcana. It is Ærius!
Ok, so yesterday i bored us all with my sappy tale of my first love and heart break. Today I'll talk about my best love, my current love and my true love.
Her name is M, for short (Im a lazy typist so deal). She's 39 and beautiful. She is the sweetest woman i've ever met. She's my best friend, the chocolate to my peanut butter. She's my wife, the woman i was supposed to marry instead of those other ones (Yes more than once). She's my everything. She's my true love.
Yet, it almost wasn't and if it had been left to me, i'd still be waiting for her.
I am, without a doubt, a shameless flirt. I am also a gentleman. Couple those with some insecurities and general a hyper active case of male obliviousness means i flirt with almost everyone and expect it to just be witty banter, i NEVER expect it to actually work. More often than i want to admit or share i have spurned a woman's advances simply because i wasn't aware she was making an advance. I never said i was smart...
So, in the way back machine we go .... 5 years ago. I'm working as a computer geek at a private college. There is a Computer Program and Several Nursing Programs. So roughly that means the school is 1) Full of women and 2) Hardly any men who arent nerds to some degree. I've been told i'm not as ugly as i seem to believe, I won't get into that debate here today, we'll just accept it as fact as move on. At work I am courteous, polite, considerate, professional. Very much not a flirt, because I am so professional i turn off the flirt and therefore rarely talk much or reveal personal details at work, separation of Private and Personal.
The nursing programs are almost entirely staffed my women, the few men who do work there are gay. Yes, i caught members from both groups watching my ass as i crawled under desks, in ceilings or walked down the halls. For awhile I was enlisted to teach computer basics to the nursing students. Typing, office and general pc use. Again, class full of women, at work, im professional (aka OBLIVIOUS).
When i first started working there M worked in the Records Dept and taught some of the nursing courses. At the time she was happily married for 10 years, with 3 children and attended local church several times a week. ((Briefly, I have never wanted children, don't get along with overly religious people, and respect someone’s vows and family - Not going to elaborate, this post is about M not my views, so dont ask :) )).
Over the course of the next few years M tried, in vain, to get my attention. She left the school in an attempt to stabilize her life so she could provide for her family while divorcing her husband. Her plan fell through and she ended up back at the school. This time as a student in the IT Program, not a teacher. She was tops in her class, she got to school early and stayed late. She volunteered for the Internship program, which i ended up being in charge of somehow.
For over 6 months she tried, again in vain, to get me to notice her. Let's say i had, but not in kind ways :) A pesky talkative book worm bible thumper with a gaggle of kids... ugh! Over the course of the months i did slightly, kinda, in a lil way pay attention to her. I realized she was looking to get divorced, didn't want any kids and was actually more spiritual than religious and certainly not dogmatic nor judgmental.
When i started to look, she was beautiful. So time passes ... I'm still OBLIVIOUS. It's over xmas break and it's a ghost town. Yet M is there every day, even staying longer than her intern hours. We talked and as usual i was politely involved, nothing more. Until she mentioned some things that immediately got my attention. She mentioned wanting to file for divorce as soon as she was on her feet and could provide for her kids. She didn't want anymore kids. She didn't like going to church all the time, she mostly went to help out with the child care program and play with the babies. She also mentioned really liking sex and not having any good sex for a long time. This led into discussing masturbation. It also came out, and a HUGE weakness of mine, that while she did dance professionally in Ballet she also danced topless for several years. At that point she'd clubbed me enough over the head i started to pay attention. We flirted the rest of the week, went to lunch and had a wonderful time. The weekend came and Mr Oblivious showed up in force.
Was she flirting with me? Naw, why would she? I'm nothing special. She is really cute and who knew so sexy! We were talking about sex and flirting, doesn't mean she WAS flirting with me. ((Yea, yea i know. You were warned i was a dope))
Monday morning, I am tense. The place is still empty with vacationers and winter break. After an uncomfortable morning i finally stumble over my tongue and ask M if she had been flirting with me last week or were we just talking. She stared me in the eyes and said, "Yes. I was flirting with you. I have been trying to get you to notice me for almost 3 years now." DOH!
We started dating and i wont get into gry details at this time, maybe later ;)
We've since been together 5 years. We were married last Feb, after mutually swearing to never get married AGAIN, we are both 3rd timers. Yet, when we were together we were married. When we were together, she was my best friend, my partner, my lover, my everything, my true love, my wife. I have never in my life been so happy or felt so loved and secure. I may actually start to feel content if i let myself.
She teases me about how she almost got away and how blind and oblivious i WAS and AM. I smile, hug her and reply, "No, everything i've done, everywhere i've been led me to you. I am supposed to be here with you and I found you just when i was supposed to."
So, I'm still a flirt, if anything more so. We have her kids part time, summers and Xmas. If i eat my veggies and clean up my room, M lets me go play on the weekends. ;) She loves me but is a very sharing woman. I truly am the luckiest man alive. I know it and I tell her constantly. She smiles, pats my head and say, " I know"
M, I Love You
This morning being creative is proving to be a struggle. It's often hard to force the spark of creativity.
(time passes)
OK if i can't be creative, i'll be informative. I'm feeling rather romantic and nostalgic this morning so i'll share about my first Love.
When i was in High School i was kicked out of my home by default. That means that things were always so bad at home i often was forced to find shelter else where. A friend's couch, garage, car or weekend sleep overs. The rare night's i was at home it was a quick resupply run after my mother was asleep in bed and i was gone again before she woke up in the morning. Yes, there were a few times i was officially "thrown out" as well.
My best friend of the time, jayson, had a younger sister, Alena. His parents we wonderful people. They took me in and fed me almost daily and always made sure i had a warm dry place to sleep. It wasn't officially discussed but they took me in. I got to see how parents can be, to see what it’s like to be in a loving happy home.
Over the course of my freshman year i fell madly, deeply, passionately, completely and totally in love with Alena. I can still remember the way her eyes sparkled when she smiled and laughed. However she did not return the same feelings about me. We were close and we were friends but she definitely was not interested in me in the same way.
So i spent the next 3 years loving her deeply while not having it returned. She knew how i felt as i would often tell her my feelings, leave love notes, flowers, poems and so forth. I was nothing if not persistent. In hindsight I squandered a change to meet other people and date socially while in High school when most others are learning those skills, this caused me to be behind the curve as it where socially, something i would have to deal with later in life.
Now during my High School years i was 98 lbs, if that. I had the kind of acne they write teen angst movies about. It was so bad that for my senior picture, even with airbrushing i looked terrible. Being a nerd i received all the requisite nerd experiences in school. Fights, being thrown in trash cans, books being stole, food and drinks poured and thrown at, etc. A nerd rite of passage if you will. The purpose here isn't for awwww or pity, its to set up context. While I am very stubborn and when i want something i can be incredibly dedicated, and i desperately wanted Alena, the purpose here is that with the clarity of 20 years and hindsight i can say that another factor was my lack of dating options. One of the most attractive qualities someone can have is a genuine interest and attraction to you. During high school no one had that towards me. I'm certain i didn't do anything to make this any easier. That's the trouble with wisdom, you get it AFTER making the bad decision.
So here i was Senior year, a month from graduation and I have never kissed a girl. In an unusual display of confidence and self confidence i had a long talk with Alena where i essentially said i love you, i always have and i always will, I don't regret anything i've done or said. I just wanted to tell you one last time i love you. During the course of the talk the fact came up that i had never kissed a girl before. As i was basically saying my goodbyes she leaned over and kissed me.
Within a week we were having sex. The first time was rather bad, a lot of little factors caused it to be less than a stellar performance on my part. However, we would not be denied! So there i was, my first crush was my first love was my first kiss was my first lover. While my actual performance was like something from a 3 stooges movie, the setting was pure romance. Candles, dinner, music, rose petals on the bed, bubble baths in candle light, perfect!
For the next 6 months we dated and were very much in love and very sexually active. At this point i'd gotten my own apartment and proposed to Alena. She accepted and we were going to be married that summer. My complete involvement with her meant i spent much less time with her brother. Sadly he mistook my years of friendship as me using him to get to his sister. Which may or may not have been true. If it was it wasn't a conscious effort. If anything i think the power of new love, lust and sex plus the usual friends vs. lovers tug of war had the strongest impact. In any case i slowly lost that friend.
We'd been seeing each other for almost a year when we had our first fight. She had started working at a fast food place and was flirting with other guys and was starting to like one of them. In one of the rare jealous moments in my life i said something sarcastic, caustic and mean. We didn't speak for the next two days. When she called me saying she wanted to see me and to talk i was elated. So we met in our favorite park. She handed me back my ring saying she "was too young to get married. She wanted to see other people and that she didn't love [me] and wasn't sure she ever did. "
I've never been so hurt and utterly destroyed in my entire life. So i drove home, throwing the expensive emerald and diamond engagement ring off a freeway over pass. I then proceeded to spend the next 2 years wallowing in heart break, self pity and misery. ((Who said only women can be moody and overly dramatic?)) Now before i get too many oohhs and aaawwws, i've grown up since then, several lifetimes worth in fact. It aint the years that ages someone, it’s the miles! Like i said, wisdom you get after making bad choices. I'm not one to regret choices or my past. Things happened as they did, i made the best decisions i could at the time in context. We don't grow and develop when life is good or easy. It's when it's bad or painful when we truly grow and develop, where we define ourselves and make choices on who and how we want to be.
I have never seen or spoken to her since, last i heard she was living on a large piece of land raising children and horses with her husband and looking more beautiful than ever. I meant it as much then as i do now, I love her and I always will. I hope you are happy and having a wonderful life Alena, thank you for being my first everything, I Love You.
At least, that’s the hope.
Where to start today? At least I’m here, so that’s a good sign of discipline, right? 3 days of writing does not a disciplined writer make, but it’s better than not. So I’ll be moderately proud of myself! J
I’m not quite sure why I am reluctant to share personal or intimate details about myself. I mean, it isn’t like I’m shy or inhibited or anything. If anything I tend to be entirely too open and honest for my own good. (More on that later).
So enough bemoaning the issue; I’ll just control the out pouring of information and try to at least make it entertaining and interesting. This is a much harder task than it sounds, believe me!
I was born in a naval hospital in San Diego CA. I spent 32 years living there, mostly in a small suburb way far from the beach and the places people think of when they envision
There have been, of course, ups and downs. The optimist says more ups than downs, the realist, a nice way of saying pessimist with proof, says there have been a substantially higher number of downs than ups. I won’t turn this into a pity party, those are best done at tables of 1, and since y’all are here that would make me rather boorish.
Three years ago I moved to
I mean my bosses threw a Sumo wrestling party at work on a Friday evening. We get holiday bonuses and if I’m sick they send me home with a feel better come back soon, not if you miss work you better have a doctor’s note first thing in the morning.
So I love my new home and I’m enjoying exploring, learning and experiencing the whole right coast kind of thing. Now I can truly say I’m Bi-Costal!
Ok, enough for now. I’ll be back to ramble again soon!
Blogs are supposed to be for personal expressions, as I know it to be. Since this is my first attempt at one, it's really only preconceptions I have to draw from. If it's self expression, should I worry about spell checking, grammar and forming complete words and sentences? I'm terrible at not capitalizing 'i' in I, and I treat apostrophizes like they are rare, so often its little im for I'm. Everything ending in -ing almost always looses the ending g. These things would have my grammar school English teachers rolling over in their graves, Hi Mrs. Sams, hope you really aren't in your grave yet, although I know I sped you closer to it :). Is it quaint and eccentric to misspell and misuse English in blogging? Or are they social no-no's that the fringers only do? Please help me from committing an unknown netiquette disaster.
Ok maybe not that popular, but still i can't pretend right? So I’ve been poking around the community here in general and i find myself wanting to be reserved, discreet as it were. I am a self professed flirt to a high degree. It's seems as if the majority of people rarely discuss topics of mature or adult themes; Or if they due it's under a heavy dose on innuendo and tongue-in-cheek. Again this could be an error in perception rather than an existing phenomenon. So rather than make the wrong kinds of impressions and cause waves in a potential new found community, I’ll remain discreet and a gentleman and keep adult themes and materials under wraps. If I'm wrong, which i often am, some one please enlighten me. Thx
I've been told that I should write these things for myself. That in worrying about who reads them and what they think is ultimately pointless since these are for my benefit and my expression. Valid points .. but, what if I don't think im just that damned interesting??? I know what I think and feel, I'm there!
Ok, so then why post at all? That was my point!
Expression, like anything, is a skill. Therefore it gets better with practice. While I would consider myself fairly expressionate and good at introspection I must begrudgingly admit I could use improvement in numerous areas. OK, so I am going to practice expressing different things in the hopes of bettering myself.
Writing, Yea, yea, yea. I know I’ve mentioned it before, But I really want to give it a decent attempt. I've been told by several others I am a decent writer. I've also been told I suck, so I know it's not just people who care about me patting my back because they don't want to be the ones to tell me I suck. So I’m still trying to convince myself to give writing a legitimate effort. I have to admit I like it. It's hard work and I seriously doubt I have the discipline to do it, but that's why I’m trying. The down side is the leap from scribbling frantically away on a blog, I)s that really scribbling? I would have said in my diary, but most people online aren't old enough to remember writing in a book) and to actually having something you write seen by others is the rejection. Submitting things and having "professionals" collectively throw it in the literary trash as it were.
This may be hard to believe, but I really don't like rejection. Like, not even a little bit. I mean I know I have way more than my share already of it, so is it wrong to not do things to purposefully put me in a position to not only be rejected, but to be rejected en masse?
But I have a solution, I have a wonderful Jiminy Cricket in my pocket, and she's agreed to do the submissions and quickly burn the plethora of rejection letters before I see them. If I don't know its been submitted I wont wonder if its been rejected. Silly, but I’m allowed to play mini psych head games with myself, it's my head after all.
Which brings us back to writing, blogs and tigers, Oh My!
If nothing else I can use this to develop discipline, by submitting on a regular basis. It will expose me to rejection and critique by random people online. It will also force me to let things out about myself I might not want to in a forum where I can go back and read the inane drivel I post. I know we are all looking forward to that, right kids?
Ok, so i mentioned i was an aspiring author. ((Italics for emphasis)). So put up or shut up!
What i've mostly written thus far is fantasy snippets and erotica, no i'm not gonna post the erotica yet, never know who reads these things, and i discussed my aversion to the mental health community knowing my address ...
So without further adieu, writing sample 1 ...
Tales of Aerius
Ancient Nightmares Part I
The professor sat in his office reading the latest copy of the Arcadian Gazette. He quickly turned past the front page story which detailed the most recent airship disaster. ‘Man was not meant to fly…’ he mumbled to himself. He quickly turned to the article his colleague had written about the strange pagan rituals practiced by the ratlings in the southern wastes.
His musings were interrupted by a light scratching on his glass door. He looked up to see a familiar shadow cast across his doorway. It was covering most of the letters that denoted this as the office of Professor Eridius, Head of the Ancient Histories School, University of Thor-Ghard.
“Professor, professor… someone to see you.” in a whispered hiss.
“Yes, Whiskers… do come in.” He sat down his paper and removed his thin wire framed spectacles as the door opened slightly and in slipped “Whiskers”.
Whiskers stood nearly 5 foot tall. He was tall for one of his kind. Most Ratlings never stood straight up to begin with, and if they did Whiskers would still be taller than most. His teeth were bared in what the Professor knew to be an anxious smile. But it took several years of traveling with Whiskers to discern that particular piece of information. An item of trivia the professor often didn’t share as quickly as he could have on every occasion. Then again, it wasn’t his fault if not everyone was as comfortable around Ratlings as he was.
“Whiskers, do your people walk on all fours for several days after a full moon?”
“No professor professor, where do you hear this?”
“Just something I read recently” he chuckled and tossed his paper into the fireplace “You said there was someone to see me Whiskers?”
“He is a manling, Professor professor…. He says it is very important he speak with You Professor professor.”
“And did this Dwarf mention what exactly was so urgent, Whiskers? I do have a lecture to begin here very soon.”
“No Professor professor, only that he traveled from far away and that You were the only one who could help him.”
“Well, in that case… I don’t suppose I should keep him waiting too long, especially if he has indeed traveled far to come see me.”
“Yes Professor professor, Me go get him now.”
True to his word, Whiskers did indeed bring a travel worn dwarf into the Professor’s office. His frame was such that he was nearly as wide as he was tall. Bushy red hair all but covered his diminutive face. Fierce green eyes gazed intelligently from under thick red eyebrows.
“Professor Eridius I presume?”
“Yes, and who might you be kind sir, it isn’t everyday that dwarven emissaries grace my office.”
“My name is Enkele, Enkele of Clan Dagoth.”
“Welcome to Thor-Ghard University Enkele, how may I be of service?”
He nervously looked over his shoulder as he closed the professor’s door. Taking an extra step to turn the iron key in the lock, thereby locking the door. He reached into the folds of his jacket to produce a metallic scroll tube. The tube looked dented and badly scorched. With nervous fingers he handed the tube to the professor.
“Please, take a look at this Professor.”
“As you wish Enkele, but I had always thought Dwarves to be the experts on metallurgy.”
“Aye, that we are Professor, it is what is inside the tube that I require your assistance on.”
The professor gingerly opened the dented ends of the tube and slowly slide out the contents of the tube. A rough cloth map of sorts came out. It looked as if someone had made crude sketches on a portion of their shirt. The contents of the sketches definitely caught the eye of the Professor.
They were of archways and architecture unlike any the professor had seen before. Yet, there was something about them he couldn’t quite put his finger on.
“Well, I’m sorry Enkele, but I don’t recognize this style of architecture.”
“No one does professor. Perhaps I de’nay make myself clear. I’ve come te ask if you’d like to see the source of these drawings for yourself professor.”
“Hmmmmm” he muttered, “I must admit I am intrigued. Where were these made?”
“There is a map also inside the tube Professor, but I cannot say where they were made. The area on the map is unknown to me.”
The professor reached in a pulled out a crudely drawn map, written in the crisp block-style of the dwarven language.
“It looks like it is someplace in the Ur-rhal mountains just west of here. How can you be certain the map is real Enkele?”
“Simple professor…” he reached out and grabbed the map from the professor’s hands, turning it around slowly. As he did the professor noticed several dark stains on the back of the parchment. “There usually isn’t dwarven blood on fake maps.”
“I do see your point. Very well Enkele You have piqued my interest. How soon until we leave?”
“The supplies will be loaded this afternoon, I had hoped to leave at first light.”
“Oh, well you certainly don’t waste time. Is there any particular reason for the haste?”
“This scroll case was found among the wreckage of the airship that crashed last month.”
“And…” the professor asked curiously.
“And, dwarven machines don’t have accidents professor. Something happened to the airship and I’ll wager my father’s rifle it has something to do with those archways and that map. And I intend to find out what exactly is there besides mysterious architecture professor.”
“Very well Enkele, at dawn’s light it is then….”
As the dwarf’s heavy steps echoed down the stairway, a soft voice whispered into the Professor’s ear.
“Something not smell right about this Professor professor.”
“Of that I am certain, Whiskers, of that I am certain.”
OK about me ....
The trick is to share enough about yourself to form some sort of connection, or at least commonality, without providing too much so you don't scare people away, or have them sending large men in white coats to your door to discuss your 'issues'.
So we'll start with KISS (Keep It Simple Stupid)
35, Male, So Cal native relocated recently to the south, the South. NC in fact. Spent a long time in college pursuing many things, education, wisdom, knowledge, a career, a future, a life, but mostly financial aid and women.Hey, at least im honest with myself! But eventually, YEA!, i finished school with a handful of degrees, even a B.S. one! That's Irnoy kids... can you say IRONY? I knew you could ... Most of them in computers. ...
Aside: Ok wtf is with Dr Jones??? When i was a compu-phobe in college, junior year, i finally got a pc, and i didnt use it for anything for the first 6 months i had it, i could type papers, 2000 typerwriter! yea, money well spent! So my friends had an intervention and made me join aol and made me come up with some silly nickname, "Dude! You so don't wanna use your real name.. Yea there are psychos and weirdos on line." Uh, then why am i going there again??? So since i just started State U with Anthropology/ Archaeology as my major, and had a big Indiana Jones Raiders of the Lost Ark movie poster in my room, the now infamous Dr Jones was created. Yes, ive had the same screen name online since.
... I work with computers, bascially. I don't want to fully unveil my uber-geekiness in it's full glory and intensity just yet. There may be women here reading this *wiggles eyebrows* Hobbies are numerous and varied but the big ones are Hockey, Go Canes!, reading, computers, Duh!, video games, roleplaying games, like Dungeons and Dragons and stuff, althought Dr and Head Nurse or cheerleader aren't too bad for roleplaying either!, Hopeful Romantic, Shameless flirt, oh and aspiring author. I know, i know.. what a shock! ANOTHER person online fancies themself the next Mark Twain, Tolkien or Nora Roberts. Never said i was original.
OK, enough for now.. well see if this thing even works .... Anyone, anyone .... Bueller, Bueller ....
Is this thing on.... Ok, here we go. Leaping with out looking, both feet first, of course....
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