Well... after two some-odd years, I've returned. And I'm... clueless to the development of the game so far. Where I've been all this time is actually pretty interesting if you'd care to know. I joined the service, the marine corps to be exact, and am currently stationed in a permanent enough place to play the love of my online life Planeshift. It's been a while, and if anyone actually remembers me, by all means post here with lots of info on the game development thus far, and of course future progressions sure to come.

Excuse my lack of former eloquence in my current speech; boot camp doesn't give alot of time to read books and keep intelligent communication to a higher standard.

From Twenty-nine palms (with love),
Kixie

Heard from a gladiator in the arena after being impaled through the head by a Trepor:

"Why did you stop? What’s going on? My potions are gone. Everyone is looking at me.

Me here. I’m standing. That was close. My life is failing, I can feel it.

Can’t they shut up! So loud. It feels like a swarm of clackers in my skull! Something is tickling my nose, except it’s moving. Now it’s on the back of my head, but it’s inside.

Shut up!

This sword is so heavy. Every time I swing it, I move my shield. I can’t move. I’m falling, but I’m not moving.

God the noise!

Why did everything get so dark? The ground is so soft. My potions are gone! I need to get up. So loud… Can’t anyone hear it? Why aren’t they helping me?

Am I going to die?

I’m already dead.

My shield heavy. Where I? I hear soft.

Soft loud. Clackers… Ow.

My head. Standing?

Everyone gone.

So dark. So loud.

I’m falling.

I…"

Is it so that a pint of ale can ne’er
  Quell the quaking of those pallid lips
I request your teeth serve no barrier
  To my curiosity; I persist
Shameless as darkling gobble hoarding gold
  Will I rest, while the young flame amid
     Serves to compliment your countenance
Hearken will I, if thou permits the tale told
   Not a single syllable be miss’ed;
      My soul permits not this ignorance

So the flame dances on my features cut
   And worn by years of heavy burden
Ah the nights I’ve rested without a shut
   Of eyelids, since fated this curse of kin
Tell me, poet, what does thy soul nurse;
   What love brings twinkle to those em’rald eyes
      And makes sweet moan from within thine breast?
I had a treasure beyond all measures
   Yet it did not allow half the fervent shines
      Jewels had, which my hands reaped from rocky crest

‘Till the radiant azure above descends
   And brings the shade of night as Laanx’ cape
Would I bleed the shaft of an axe crescent
   As claws, intended for harvest and rape
Of the earth so stripped of life and shorn.
   But the fates faltered, and guided my shaft
      To the base of a rune so long renowned;
Be decreed that whoever lucky enough born
   In these realms to find such ore stashed
      Is fated a wealthier treasure be found.

Whim graced these lips you now see tremble
   The desire that wealth met my fam’ly line
And with that wish that rune did kindle
   Like burning ember this artifact shined
My heart soured above in clouds e’er since
   Never more would I be of wealth bereft
      I sojourned back to my dwelling with bliss
When I kissed my sons cheek I sensed
   It rose in a state of ecstatic cleft
     The boy explained he had by fate been kissed

More plat’num on that oak did the boy spill
   Than I had in my life reaped with my axe
T’was joyous occasion for all until
   A group of rogues entered, wily in crafts
Retribution for all that was plundered
   Was the ultimatum brought forth by
      These murderous cowards donned in ebon
Now, after all the blood left that youngster
   Did I realize what faults in my actions lie
       Not from earth came treasure, but from heaven.
 
Enjoy!

Keep in mind that the first stanza is spoken by the narrator, but the rest of the poem is sung by another man whom the bard has enquired.

Edited, for easy reading 

PREFACE: FOURTH EPOCH
Laanx was meditating intensely in front of the portal when its surface trembled for the first time. He watched a creature slowly rising from the portal. This creature was emaciated and translucent like a ghost, but seemed to solidify progressively. It seemed to suffer for passing through the portal, and it didn't seem to have noticed Laanx.
The being was bent by a spasm when it noticed the red-dressed person, hidden in the shadow, that was observing it. It stayed motionless, without stopping to scan the god, and it didn't seem frightened.
Laanx spoke, showing completely his true essence. - I'm Laanx - she said - and I'm your god.-
The creature gazed resentfully and silently, and then sat on a rock with its chin in its hands.
Seeing that the creature refused to follow his orders, Laanx became enraged and destroyed the creature by whispering a single word.
During the following days, many other Klyros passed through the portal. Each time, Laanx tried to impose his will. Many of them were corrupted, tempted in many ways, or were destroyed or tortured, but none of them yielded to the god's will. It seemed their pride did not allow them to bend to any god. Laanx saw inside them a splinter of the delirium that had taken possession of him and, even though he hated them for their indifference, he did not utterly destroy their race. Before leaving them to their destiny, he taught them the way to Ylakium, sure that they would create some troubles to Talad, whom he now considered an enemy.

THE KLYROS TALE

FIRST EPOCH: THE AGES OF HIBERNATION
I: THE TIME OF DARK AND THE DIRGE OF BLEEDING
  And so the people were to be known as the proud race. Unlike the Diaboli, these people bent to no god not out of choice, but of creation. After Laanx had met them with a cold hand, the men and women fled to the great Stone Labyrinths, to find a place suitable for their needs. The Stone Labyrinths were all but bare, and but the survivors of the proud race found in those tunnels a place of solace.
  While in the depths of the dark Stone Labyrinth the Klyros were met with many peril. While Laanx had left them alive, and spared many, he was still vengeful of their disobedience. Within these tunnels there came an age of terror and persecution that the proud race then named, "The Age of Dark" In these ages, the Klyros were met by many of the Xacha's blade. While these men knew nothing of the Klyros in particular, they were summoned forth by Laanx and told to scorn the beasts with no remorse. For many years this age of suffering dragged on. Many Klyros fell to the furious whips of Laanx, but many prospered despite of His best efforts.
  The proud race decided that it was time to gather themselves, as they were weak as individuals, but strong as a group. The Klyros counsel met within the Stone Labyrinth, calling with their great lungs a pitch that pierced even the soul of Laanx herself. This was a song of suffering, and pain. With this note, they called the remaining Klyros in what would be called from then on in their native tongue "Esca-La Feesao", or "The Dirge of Deep Bleeding".
  Laanx looked once more through the eyes of one her avatar, and it swept into the confines which the Klyros banded together. When she finally found the rogue band of Klyros, The lunar god thought on His next action for many months, finally coming to a conclusion. His own cold heart had been shaken by the great song. For the last time, He spared the proud race.
  After the last of the Klyros swept in from the depths of the Stone Labyrinth, many were frightful of Laanx's vengeful hand. He however sent word from a lone Xacha, who red upon the airs of His great hands. The Klyros stood ready to defend themselves, but the ghostly figure uttered one word, "Live."


II: THE TIME OF POWER AND THE TIME OF PREPERATION
  And so the Klyros came into, "The Time of Power". It was at this time that they lie in the tunnels without persecution. However, they knew quickly that they could not be sustained forever within the depths of the Stone Labyrinth. They lived for many years, and while they did not meet the hand of Laanx, they suffered the same as before.        Without war, they bred quickly. However, there was not food amongst them.
This age lasted for many years, and some Klyros grew resentful. They were free, but not happy. All the same, the proud race asked for not a single grain from Laanx. They were happier to die in the dark depths of the Stone Labyrinth alone, than to ask from her hand which had scorned them so long ago.
"The Time of Power" came to represent not the physical power of the Klyros, but instead the strengthening of the people's spirit. Ceremonies were practiced to perfected, and a sense of communion grew in the race of people. Where before the Klyros had been separate and weak, the proud race had now grown strong together in the Stone Labyrinths.
  They truly enjoyed being free. However, they did yearn within to grow, to prosper and live as a happy people. They were not oppressed by a God, but now were oppressed by His confinement. Truly imprisoned, some of the Klyros became restless and wished to move on. However, they could not move on yet. Klyros were now physically weak, and their bodies were brittle and inflexible while confined in the Stone Labyrinth. Once nimble, their ways had now devolved to sluggish movement, reserved only for food.
  So the great sages of the Klyros after many years did decide on their next plan of action. They would not ask for help from the God, but they would not stay to suffer. The sages meditated for many months until a decision was made. The proud race trained their people for many years afterwards, in the largest of caves. The Lemur had claimed these lands by the water long ago, but they were not as cruel as their Xacha counterparts. The Lemur tolerated the presence of Klyros on their lands, and watched in their bizarre rituals. Laanx was caught unawares by the Klyros, and when He learned of their movement, she brought another Xacha disciple to confront these people.
-Why do you insult me by returning to these lands? I have spared you for the last time, proud race. What be your business? Explain yourselves quickly, or I will command your death with a swifter air than thou.
  The Klyros told a lie to Him, and with expedience of their plans to move. They told Laanx that their people had grown weak, and without space they could not grow strong enough to move on any further.
Laanx spoke again with the coldest masculine voice He could muster
-Fools! I turn a blind eye to your existence and this is how you repay me? You will suffer now, proud race!
  And with that, Laanx chased the Klyros but was soon caught unawares of their agility. She had expected them to be very weak, but under  training the Klyros had developed a swift air with their wings. Despite their great dexterity, many were killed, and only 11 escaped with their lives.
  It was then that they returned to the great counsel to tell of the latest developments. The counsel once more went into meditation, and returned with word much shorter than before. It was then that the Counsel revealed their plans in full to the Klyros people, and they spoke in one voice alone to the community:
-Our blood has been spilt. We have withered away in these dark depths for many ages, and now we are ready to move on. Laanx has heard of our plans to move on, and our lack of physical strength to persist on. Therefore, we will take what we cannot earn. In seven cycles, we will gather the swiftest of our men, and we will descend the great depths once more against His will, and we will gather the greatest of energy from His grasp.


III: THE WAR OF LAANX AND THE DISABANDMENT
  With that, the community was torn asunder. Where they had once been united, they were now split, and there was instant disagreement with the next action of the Counsel. For many days there was debates among the wisest.
  It was then, on the sixth cycle one group alone congregated from the fringes of the Klyros people. These men and women disagreed with the movement, and decided to run deeper into the depths of the Stone Labyrinth. They were a small minority, but a prominent one forever remembered as "The Disbandment"
After these people had left the ancient tunnels of the Klyros with shame, the Counsel gathered the strongest and fastest men to collect the energy of Laanx. These men would be known as "The runners". When the men took this action, Laanx of course became angered as never before. His fury flowed for the Klyros, and he vowed revenge on them.
  The Klyros swept closer and closer to the prize they sought after; the power of their beginning. Only after they had gathered the power of their creation, would they find peace in the future. The fastest of the Klyros men, numbering in the thousands, swept into the great halls of Laanx and did battle with His followers. After many days of fighting, only the 11 Klyros who escaped Laanx's fury before remained. But, despite the slaying of the proud race, many Lemurs also fell, as did the Xacha; for the Klyros fought for their survival, not their faith.
Those 11 Klyros made it where none since them had ventured again. Upon gazing on the shimmering portal, they then took action immediately. With bags they had brought from the tunnels, cut from the hides of the strongest of creatures, they gathered the mercury. It was with these containers of ancient power they planned to gather strength.
  From five bags each, the runners made their way back to the counsel. Upon the way, they were met with the final trial of their disobedience. Laanx himself stood within the great chamber, in full majesty, shifted into the greatest of her power. He stood as the air itself; the very element the Klyros relied.
  With their great wings, together they beat the strongest currents ever seen. With the power of the mercury portal, they were strengthened tenfold each. The winds created were enormous, and they beat Laanx back into the Stone Labyrinths, not to be seen ever again while they dwelled in His domain. And so the runners returned and made their way to the Counsel. And so, there was rejoicing for many days. This rejoicing lasted for many cycles, and while they celebrated Laanx continued to brood, planning revenge upon those who had shamed him so greatly.


IV: THE HARVESTINGAND THE SENTINAL
  Power harvested from those magical skins brought a golden age to the proud race which lasted far longer than any previously or since seen. It was in these many ages that the Klyros dwelled within the caverns, now guarded by their mercury enhanced strength. This age of prosperity and creation was known as "The harvesting".
Having stolen the power of Vodul himself, the proud race could now create an empire. But, as was evidenced by the falling of the great Xacha, there was little to harvest from the Stone Labyrinth. Having once again being brought together by this great power, the counsel decided that it was finally time to move on. They had lived some time after defeating Laanx, and stealing his great mercury power. But, here they could not continue on.
  There, a new time began with the building of heated sentries. The ground before them, they found, could be manipulated by an element which they had domain over: fire. With their great wings, they felt safe to control the heart of even the most dangerous of pyre. Therefore, a great sentry was built to protect the proud race. It was crafted from 5 elements. Coal, Iron, Mythril, Mercury, and Granite. Inside was placed a single flask of the mercury they had gathered from Laanx's portal. It was with this flask they commanded to burn with the element of Fire, and this soul burnt with an incredible heat never before seen.
  And so, a great pilgrimage was set, and the Klyros now moved deeper in the caverns than they had ever attempted. They met many beasts, as had been predicted. Foul creatures, borne from the powers of Vodul himself so long ago. Creatures who had lived within those dank tunnels for ages incomprehensible by common race. These creatures were no match for the sentinel, however. With the great light of sentinel, the Klyros made their way through the tunnels, slowly but steadily.
  Then, the Klyros made their way closer and closer to a magic which they had not sensed for many years. A power which dwelled within their own protecting sentry. One day the sentry spoke, for he felt the power as well. He spoke softly, and kindly to the Klyros, but his conviction was stern:
-My mothers, my fathers, and my creators, there is something which dwells ahead which I can no longer stand silent on.
The Klyros did not respond for many months, and while their sentry spoke, they held their tongues. They were not aware of what lie ahead, but they were sure there must be something as great as the power Laanx had held. It was purely speculation, and the proud race did not feel it was time to acknowledge any power besides that of which they, and the Masked Lunar God held. Again, the Sentry spoke:
-My mothers, my fathers, and my creators, there is something which dwells ahead which I can no longer stand silent on. Will you not answer?
  Again the Klyros were silent. It was then, a year and 3 months until they finally grew as close as the sentry would stand.
-My mothers, my fathers, and my creators, there is something which dwells ahead which I can no longer stand silent on. I will not move another step, for the power is so great I feel I will be destroyed. You must go on without me, and here I will remain and persevere within these tunnels of ebon pitch. You will see me not for many ages. This is how it must be, and how it will be from the days on from such.
  The Klyros counsel spoke to the sentry, and spoke as if to a young child.
-No, my son, you will follow. While we are dependent of your protection, we still hold dominion over thee. You shall follow us into these unknown lands, for we cannot be sure of those who dwell in these lands.
  It was then that the sentry sat, in disobedience as the proud race had done so long ago, with it's hands cradling it's face. The Klyros became angry, and held counsel once more. They could move on to the lands, but with that they would risk being destroyed by whatever powers resided in this unknown lands. Besides the power they detected in this unknown realm, they also feared their own sentry being raped and corrupted by the Masked God.
  And so, the 11 original runners scaled the great sentry, and beat their wings upon the Fiery soul of the sentry. It was after they had done this that the sentry beat his fist into the air, and captured 4 of runners in his grasp. Instantly destroyed, the Klyros fled with fear into the realm of Ylakium. The sentry which had protected them for so long, was now a persecutor all the same. Fueled by betrayal, the sentry now wished to destroy the proud race which had grown lazy with the power of Laanx portal.

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All rights reserved.

I wrote these poems a while back, and while they may not be true sonnets I enjoy them just the same. They were very fun to write, however due to their secretive nature of being sent to my love interests, and seen by no others, they have been hidden until now. But now it has been a while since I have seen any of the women I sent these poems to. So now I wish for critique so that I get better. At writing women poetry. 

I was going to post in fan-art, but it's hardly planeshift material.

Sonnet of the sun

Yes! on this day the rays shine much brighter
Of Eve, thou shines divine beauty past her

Sun bursts forth and frolicks on crimson seas
Pulled by golden chains on Apollo's steed

From sunrise to set with pace reflecting
A race of hoofbeat never deflecting

From path precise since the borne of ages
For eons this contrast shone on sages

Taunting and jeering it's brilliant glory
But always left them with sense imploring

How long in it's glory we've basked; naught known
Dreamers leered upward and yearned to have flown

Closer to a bosom of radiance
To gaze upon maddening countenance

Like those dreamers I stare into thine eyes
With rapt, as luminescent sunlight lies

Reflecting elegant hued ebony
Much like the pitch delved by Persephone

Into hades a land naught kissed by rays
Liberally given which surfaces bathes

This caretaker documents tyrants fall
Stood witness to thousand crumbling walls

But all these events compared; trivial
When your contract to creation came null



The Siren

O siren with open ears I accept
--Madness you sing serenely from thine lips
--I implore you not cease while reminisance
----Flows like the soft notes off your crimson tongue
O temptress all the sins of flesh you kept
--You hid surreptitiously in your kiss
--That brings forth floods of your orgasmic bliss.
----Behind facades of innocence now sprung
------For the malicious traps they surely be
------I beg do not ever let me be free
--Once I searched for golden fleece far distance
----Until your glance caught sight from which I see
--That fateful day of dooms own consequence
----That stole my whole heart by love's decree

O crouching panther jet like nights dark garb
--What be your plans with my one lonely heart
--Why won't you be gentle before you part
----Your lips to reveal thine conniving fangs
O soul stealing succubi bleeding barb
--You sink under my flesh and you now carve
--Vicious tears upon my soul show what are
----Endearing affections beside sharp pains.
------Pain I forever turn another cheek
------For this be the golden fleece I once seek
--Maybe it be a taint of madness far
----Beneath my veins and in my blood so sweet
--With your poison that quickly flows with par
----Of all my crimson ready to now meet

Your kiss.
Your song.
Your embrace.
It must be love.





Traditional Poem On Valentine Day

Who art thou, angel who stands before us
voice not unlike celestial chorus
skin soft alabaster thou of course must
--be touched by hands of divine providence

Eyes similar hue of Poseidon's seas
crimson hair radiates like Pheonix' creed
of spirit magnificent doves soar free
--blissful gaze reflects on thine countenance

And now on traditional lover's day
Rhyme to capture thine likeness I now lay
a reflection of thine own brilliance; neigh!
--for no mortals words can do thee justice

http://www.helpwinmybet.com/

A man has posted a website, after making a bet with his girlfriend. Basically, if he gets makes a website that gets 2,000,000 hits by next year, his girlfriend will submit to a threesome. That. Is. Awesome.

He\'s at 600,000+ now, and it\'s only been up for about 2 weeks. This guy is going to make it. But, to add insult to injury, why not help his dream come true in 1/12th of the time?

Visit the link!

PARODY THREAD:
http://planeshift3d.com/wbboard/thread.php?threadid=22618&boardid=13&styleid=4

Perhaps I could interest you in a wonderful business opportunity, sure to benefit you (the common adventurer) and ultimately bring wealth and opulence to the great city of Hydlaa. What? What do you mean it sounds fishy? Oh, come off it. The system is quite ingenious actually and simple to understand... Here we go.

Now you, the common adventurer, are sure to notice that your coffers may be on the... let\'s just say, empty side. Well after this new system, you\'ll not only be able to hold that nifty claymore, you can use it too! Harniquist may be a mean old coot when you\'re low on cash, but after this new program you\'ll have the adorably tightfisted sonava... err kran, bowing at your feet!

How does it work? It\'s easy! The keyword is interest. It\'s a wonderful use of vernacular really, seeing as you are now using it to listen at this very moment. I can tell by the lack of jingle in your pockets you must be very interested to make money with this exploit- I mean ethical new program.

But interest has a different definition! You see, if a friend asked for a few extra tria, you should be expected to run a SMALL fee for the service, correct? I mean, handing out money is nice and all but it doesn\'t exactly pay the bills, right? Right? Ok ok, just bear with me, please sir.

Say you need 300 tria. Well now you can! We can give it to you in no time, after we calculate the interest of course. Now perhaps I didn\'t explain what interest was, but I\'ll tell you what it is. It\'s wonderful! It\'s new! It helps the community and it\'s just darned dandy! By trying this service you have to ensure me that I will see fruits for the wonderful service. And the prices are great!

The concept is based off the wonderful idea that after a set period of time, you will slowly become ensla.... I mean debted to me in SMALL increments. But don\'t fret! After you earn your money, you\'ll soon make much more! Money makes money! You can\'t get anywhere without it! Don\'t leave! Just sit down, darnit! Hold on!

Say you recieve 2000 tria, and you\'re able to get all the equipment you need to start your small business of rat infestation. You could have your debts paid off in less than 5 hours*! Here! I\'m sure this will interest you. With this simple equation you can figure out how long it will take you to pay off the service, and how much happiness you will have after you get all that cool nifty stuff!

Now here is the reference. U= Final Amount R= Money in YOUR pocket M=Magical number for compounded interest. Don\'t worry about it. Y= Decay factor (a simple adition of 1+ the rate)  S= Rate per months L= Months paid through A= Fee added per 500 tria V= Tax Paid to Hydlaa Octarchs E= Needed fees for Cabali thu- You know what, let\'s just not ask questions about this one

The SIMPLE equation is here. U= R*M(Y+S)^L+A*V+E

So let\'s see that small fee after you insert your amount! Ok, devide... find the square root.... Um... ok... 400*302..... Um ok! So if you want 2000 tria, you will only owe.... 932,141,412 tria in 4 months! Um wait. Ok I think I messed up. Don\'t worry though! You\'ll have it paid off in- Please! Just sit down!

Drats. That\'s the 4th one I\'ve lost this week...

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Bow in the glory of my first 3d part. I will rule the world!!!