O’er the glad waters of the dark blue sea,
Our thoughts as boundless, and our soul’s as free
Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam,
Survey our empire, and behold our home!
These are our realms, no limits to their sway-
Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey.
Ours the wild life in tumult still to range
From toil to rest, and joy in every change.
Oh, who can tell? not thou, luxurious slave!
Whose soul would sicken o’er the heaving wave;
Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease!
whom slumber soothes not – pleasure cannot please –
Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried,
And danced in triumph o’er the waters wide,
The exulting sense – the pulse’s maddening play,
That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way?
That for itself can woo the approaching fight,
And turn what some deem danger to delight….
— George Gordon, Lord Byron, after six threads worth of Ships’ Logs, as overcome as the rest of us
Continued from part 6.
A part 7? Cool!
Arn’t we attacking a force of Smilies on Smiliey island or something?
I don’t know. I’m so confuzzled…
Byron was quite a character, was he not?
Well, the smileys just seized me and pulled me into the water . . . but I don’t think they’ve been attacked.
“Mad, bad, and dangerous to know,” in the words of one of his many girlfriends, Lady Caroline Lamb.
I liked the peom, in any case. Is there more to it (hence the ellipse)?
That’s about one-half of one percent of it. The whole poem, called “The Corsair,” is more than 15,000 words long. You can read the whole thing here.
“In the first place, George Gordon Byron had had enough experience
To know that it probably wasn’t just one Assyrian, it was a lot of
Assyrians.”
Yeah, I know it’s Ogden Nash, but that’s what I’ll always think of when I hear Lord Byron’s full name. That, and Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell.
Johnathan Strange and Mr. Norrell was the first thing I thought of when I read his name…
5-Ha.
HHAAGGHHHAKSFJH
PART 7??????? I barely could keep up with part 1… *dies*
Kiwi seems to be toxic to smileys. Let’s go through our hold and see if we can find some of that fruit to rescue our crew-members.
They have dragged me into an oyster, where they are preparing to take my face. Hmm, I wonder if I can still teleport?
*pop*
Well, apparently I can! I seem to be floating above the Black-footed Ferret. Odd.
On Byron’s The Corsair
(because I just can’t help myself)
Of ten thousand copies, every last print
Sold out in a day; without hesitation
The presses pressed on; sales kept up their sprint.
G2LB reigned as poetic sensation,
Pop idol 1814 — imagine that! —
What poem today would such reception get? —
Unless ’twere ‘fixed with bacon to a cat
and blogged hither and yon on the Internet.
(13) What?
Well, Alice seems to have been saved from the smilies and the smilies aren’t bothering with me anymore, since I am happy.
Oh No!
They’re going after Cheesy!
13-Fun. Funny!!! (“unless ’twere ‘fixed with bacon to a cat…”)
Alice is floating above the ship! How odd. We must aid her.
CHEESY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wait! What’s happening?! The smilies are running away! Oh my Goodness! It’s…….It’s………the TOOTHBRUSHOSAURUS!
Wow I’m out of the loop…part SEVEN?!?!?!?!?!
Okay so you can invent your own creatures out of the blue like Kiwi just did???
(18) Discovering new flora and fauna is part of the adventure — although in fact the toothrushosaurus (under variant spellings) was first observed a couple of weeks ago.
(14) In what sense what?
Toothbrushosaurus! I like that!
I’m just getting on for a minute. In a little while we will be leaving for a field trip! YAY!
Random guess: I think the GAPA on right now is Robert.
Wow. This is strange . . . I can swim through the air.
*swims to mast and climbs down it*
That was kind of fun!
All right. Let’s get away from this island. The toothbrushosaurus is swimming after us.
After this voyage, let’s go to outer space in the Zommer Vaycayshun.
Sounds good!
Let’s distact it with dirty teeth!*a bunch of teeth made of plaster appear**rolls them in the dirt**throws them into water* It worked! The Toothbrushasarus is chasing the teeth! Wait…
IT’S THE ISLAND OF SUMMONING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(24) Wait?! Wait?!!! Wait WHAT?!
What is the island of summoning? Are we summoning something? Are we being summoned? Or are we…………………summondinged?
What?
I just confused my self.
27- You confused me, too.
I’m reading the first thread. What ever happened to keeping a log, turquoise-haired captain? (No offense meant, sir.) (I mean about my possibly-disrespectful wording, not the hair.) (Though I hope that didn’t offend you either.) And what’s more, why did Rebecca leave?
Is the Black-footed Ferret still purple?
Great. The captain has turquoise hair, and Jadestone has robins-egg blue. I wonder if there are other strange hair-colors deeper into the thread? *reads on*
I’m going to keep a diary, since the Log seems to have expired. (Dead, I mean. Not like a library card.)
May 25.
Since we escaped the toothbrushosaurus, it’s been fairly uneventful. Koko du Pelle (on a neighboring ship) says he’s discovered “The Isle of Summoning”, but kiwimuncher proceeded to confuse me so thoroughly that I must retire below and write in my diary.
I think I’ll go back up on deck now.
(29) Alice, I didn’t really leave, exactly. I built a little cabin in Hydropastrica (in the Lasley District, of course) where I can be near the sea, while growing herbs and vegetables and researching pie weaponry.
I stayed active through the first several threads and made occasional appearances in Parts 4 and 5, but by then we’d attracted such a large bevy of cooks I thought it best to retire quietly until duty calls again.
~
May 26. I have become very confused. A flying castle, teleporting smileys, and now a mysterious “Isle of Summoning.” I’m going into my cabin to perform some experiments. If you hear a scream from inside, break down the door and fling a jar of dill pickles in.
~
*readies the pickles*
As you say, captain!
30- Well, my hair’s gone mostly back to normal now, but there’s still a blueish tint to it. I didn’t ever really write in log form, though PC did and seems to have started again.
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*breaks down door* *throws pickles* You all right, Captain?
What a stupid thing to say to someone who’s screaming his head off.
Heh… heh… *gasp* *cough* Pickles… quick…
More? Whatever you say, Captain? *throws more pickles*
*devours pickles in single gulp*
*spits out jar*
I notice some of you are staring at my red-violet forelock. An unfortunate incident with a compass and some tholiatomine sulfate. But that’s not important. What’s important is the result of that experiment. Here it is:
~
Ship’s Log. I’ve made an important and disturbing discovery. Every time we teleported with one of those pearls, we became more and more detached from reality. Hence the statistically improbable events that have been taking place recently. I believe that our world is going to lose coherence in about a week. The real world will be fine, but this imperfect copy will implode, taking us with it. We have seven days to figure out how to haul this miniature universe back into the space-time continuum, or we’ll all die in a very unpleasant manner.
~
Clear enough?
Oh dear. We’d better start thinking about that.
Just a question. Is all your hair red-violet, or just the forelock?
And what do the pickles have to do with anything?
Having asked my burning questions, I am going to go write in my journal.
May 26.
Unless we find out how to go back to reality, we are all doomed. Maybe if we teleported with the oysters, rather than the pearls? No, it’s not worth the risk. Maybe if we just did ordinary things? Maybe if we had a ship’s magician, they would know what to do.
I am now going up on deck to show my musings/reasoning/possible solutions to the captain and crew.
May 26
Today has been rather interesting. Aparently I am not a part of reality anymore, which I honestly hadn’t considered myself part of anyway but this time I might die. Details later if there’s time.
Hmm. Perhaps I should learn to Morris Dance before it’s to late?
39- Brilliant! We do have a ship’s magician! Well, technically he’s a shaman, and he’s a giant mole with horns, but it’s better than nothing.
Your burning questions:
Just the forelock.
The compass needle had triggered a dangerous electrochemical reaction in the tholiatomine sulfate. Cellulose and vinegar, both contained in pickles, negated the reaction.
Is there anyway I can get that lovely color in paint? Because I really like it and-
Oh. Right. Doom comming, all that, we should probably discuss hues later.
What! Put off talking about PC’s hair? That’s ridiculous. Well . . . It isn’t really.
What does the ship’s magician say, Cap’n?
By “Island of Summoning”, I meant that the island allows you to summon stuff. Watch. Oh look, an hpb! If we only had some pies. *pies appear* I hope you get it now.
Eekeeknurknur says that we are in grave danger. The world is beginning to lose its final tenuous hold on reality. Illustrating that is the large cloud chasing after the ocean, which has turned into a giant woodchuck. Not to mention the fact that the sky is grurple, and the sun is reproducing.
*does a double take*
*takes pictures* *doges oncoming glares from the crew*
Umm… well, if the pearls are what’s disrupting everything, why havn’t they done it before now? Maybe it’s got something to do with the oysters they’re normally in?
Okay, let’s turn around and put the pearls back in the oysters! Except, which way is around? *turns around and around in circles till she collapses on the deck* *jumps up to look at the interesting, albeit rather bizarre, things around her*
…Or, as this is the isle of summoning, we could bring them all here to us, yes? And then bring them back?
Good idea!
I summon the oysters in which these pearls belong! (I sure hope that was proper grammar.)
Hmmm…
The world is breaking away from reality…
Pearls…
Sounds like the work of a mage. I knew one when I attended a summer camp at the Academy of Dark Majik. His name was Xenut the One. Always going on about alternate worlds and such. Obsessed with pearls. Generally considered a psycho.
Does Eekeeknurknur (I hope I spelled that right) have a magic detector of some sort? Even if it’s not very strong, the right kind of spell will help it detect if there’s any dark majik at work here.
Oh, and Praillius, you’d better do something about your hair – it’s not going to just turn colors, it may become some sort of animal stuck to your head. I knew a chap who had some gorgeous naftor hair. It changed into a Great Whale. Poor man, died instantly. (Naftor: a color my friend and I made up, it changes colors constantly, ranging from almost black to icicle blue, it’s quite odd.)
Then again, he loved to dye his hair, and someone had hexed him earlier that day…
? ) Arr!
Wow. His hair has been a source of constant entertainment since I discovered it was turquoise.
Necromancer, are you on the Black-footed Ferret?
Gasp.. GAPAs zapped my post! Yes you got the oysters. By the way, the world must be saved! It is breaking away from reality, and this must be stopped!
alan:Cap’n! Your hair!
Me:What? My hair? YIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My normally blond hair just turned naftor! Help! Oh great, now it’s blue… Great. First PC’s hair, now mine. And I think alan just turned into C-3PO. And Blackblogger, my lookout, is purple. Wierd.
Strange. I am still fairly normal . . . what are you looking at me funny for? Oh. Well, I was fairly normal, before I grew another finger on each hand.
See what I mean?
You know what, I’m tired of waiting for that shaman.
Videmus Omne!
*disappears*
*reappears*
I have indeed seen all, and it doesn’t look good.
Two days have already gone by since Eekeeknurknur’s grave prediction. All of you have now been affected by this unreality. I have not, because… um… *tries to think of reason*… um… hm…
Anyways, when the spell I used allowed me to “stand back” and look at what was happening. Like from a different viewpoint, where we are all pawns and I can see the entire game.
It was very odd. EVerything looked really wavy, like the air on a hot day, and I think the world kept flitting back and forth between dimensions and such. I detected a dark presence on the exact middle of the island, but only when the world was in the alternate reality. When our world was what we consider normal, the island was normal. This means that the dark prescence is affecting you with spells that are able to travel through the space time continuum (not the mention the Q continuum) (sorry, just had to throw that out there) (yay trekkies!).
Ahem.
Think about this. Decide what your next step shall be.
Good Luck!
51 – No, I’m not. I’m captain of The Wraith. I’m a mercenary, and I had a jolly crew while we were working at Pie Isle, but now I have no idea where my ship is supposed to be, since I gave temporary command to iwanttobeamuffin, who has seemingly disappeared. So yah.
55- iwanttobeamuffin is now known as Cinnamon Moon.
Necromancer you’re back!!!!!!!!!!
Now it’s a party!
We need you at Pie Isle, captain! Even though you’re not my captain! And that’s not to say Cinnamon Moon hasn’t been doing a fabulous job! She went through a name changing phase, so if you’re reading the old threads, she’s also Lady Moonstar. What am I saying? I’ve changed my name too! I was Dot Keet but I didn’t like that! And I will give you a summary if you want one! Although I haven’t been keeping up with Ships’ Logs. I’ll read ’em eventually but they don’t really apply to me.
56 – Oh! Thanks so much, would have NEVER figured that out…
57 – No, I’m not back, I’m visiting in honor of Memorial Day. I’m trying to restore balance to the world I love so well.
58- She was Lady Moonstar for a while, and then she couldn’t decide between Lady Cinnamon and Cinnamon Moon. I still think Lady Cinnamuffin would have been best.
54-At the exact middle of the island, you say? I will search for the center of the island and await the evil presence. *walks all over the island* Aha! It’s here! *waits*
Wait a minute! The evil presence seems to be………………………….Toothbrushosaurus! But that can’t be right! He’s so CUTE!!
Cheesy: Bleep bleepen bleep!
Hey! Cheesy says it isn’t him itself! It’s somehting in Toothbrushosaurus! What could it be?!
I thought it was pearls.
Me too. They were messing with reality, but usually don’t because the oyster’s they’re normally in stop it from happening.
I tried to summon the oysters with the isle of summoning, but because life has lost all rhyme and reason, and time is flowing backwards, it didn’t work. Or maybe it did but the oysters looked like something else. Only you’d think that they wouldn’t be affected.
I will make an attempt to get inside Toothbrushasaurus. *steps into Toothbrushasuarus* Wow, the world is more messed up then I thought. Aha! A mysterious personage, in a flowing black cloak, holding a strange globe of magical energy. He’s the evil presence! *grabs evil presence and pulls him out of Toothbrushasaurus* Yes! I have him! *takes globe* Don’t use that!
Note: I think the pearls are being controlled by the dark presence that is in the exact middle of the island.
What?! Who is this person that Kok du Pelle just pulled out of the Toothbrushosaurus?! I don’t think I’ve met them…………..Wait! No! It couldn’t be!
It seems that out of the dark past, an evil, smelly adversary has reappeared! It’s………..it’s………………the Great Hornbeam! The man that lived under the captains bed for all those years! The man who was so vile and smelly that he scared everyone away! (See Ship’s Log 4) He’s returned!!!!!!!!!!! And he’s learned dark magic!
I’m confused. What about the pearls?
May 30
Apparently the cause of all our troubles (boy, have we got a lot of them) is a man called the Great Hornbeam, who has learned dark magic. He was living in a toothbrushosaurus, oddly enough. I am still bewildered. What about the pearls? Perhaps they are affecting our world and confusing us, thus making it so the dark wizards can live in toothbrushosauruses.
Because I am only succeeding in confusing me more, then I will now stop writing.
We must get the pearls back in the oysters. Then maybe we can defeat the Great Hornbeam. Hmmmm. Maybe you should have listened to the invisible Grrrrrrs that told you to return their sacred cloopers. Who has the pearls?
Whoever has the pearls MUST go back to the island with the Grrrrrrrs and return the pearls. No wait… I summon the Grrrrrs! Did it work, Cheesy?
May 30
Things are still rather odd around here. Aparently Mr. Hornbeam (remember him? From under the bunk?) was living in the Toothbrushasaurus. That’s can’t be too comfortable, but then again some people would say the same about ships. Or that tree-house I drew a while back, man that was a good one, wit the ropes connecting it too…
Oh. Yes. Anyway: In grave peril. Might not get a chance to write again for a while. On the plus side, I found the hairbrush that I dropped in the ocean a while ago. It’s got wings now, and makes odd churuping souns, but it works just as well.
I’m going to go look for those blueprints now…
sorry cant help. locked self in cabin. throw an xtra large bottle of shampoo and a titanium alloy comb in through the window.*throws shampoo and comb*
May 30My log mysteriously vanished, which explains why it has been a while since my last entry. Just saw it floating past my window. Luckily, a mysterious typewriter just appeared in my cabin. We are on an island called Dor. The world zuzaz zvzezlz is breaking away from reality. The cause was a man called the Great Hornbeam, who was living in
l riirgveyaglayeiua toothbrushasarus. He had a globe of pure magical energy. We are unable to bring the world back to reality. But we are trying.I’m having trouble getting time to post on here, I have too many other threads. Also, I’m still a bit shocked (see Chronicles of Museica Part the Fourth). Why don’t we just tie a rope around ‘is neck and drown ‘im? I ‘ent looking after ‘im. Yes, I’m bored. Yea, I’m up too late. No, I ‘ent re-reading The Golden Compass Yea, I’m re-reading that. So what? I feel like typing in strange ways, there en’t nothin’ you can do to stop me. Ha!
What? Let me try that again.
No, I ‘ent re-reading The Golden CompassOoh, the Golden Compass is good! *thinks about re-reading it*
May 31No, I have a better idea. Why not try to undo our problem with his globe of magical energy?My entire crew has mysteriously vanished. I alone now man the Moozer112. Oh, and my first mate, Glassboro, who appears to be back on the thread.And a good thing too. I can't handle this ship
lkibw,alone. I'm seriously considering her suggestion to drown the Great Hornbeam. It could work.His suggestino to drown the Great Hornbeam.
Because of the bewilderness of many people, I went looking for answers. In order to do this, I traveled to the unreal world. This is a summary of what I have learned.
After being kicked off the ship (or something like that), the Great Hornbeam decided he wanted to be powerful so that he could make the whole world smelly and such. So he asked a wise old mage to give him dark majik. The mage has lost his olfactory sense, so he helped the Great Hornbeam. The mage said that he could not give majik to Hornbeam, as majik is something you’re born with, but he could make conditions in which the Hornbeam would have majik. Hornbeam was told by the mage that if he went and lived in an alternate universe, he could have dark majik. Hornbeam told the mage that he wanted to control the real world; how could he do this from the alternate universe? So, the mage gave Hornbeam several oysters. These oysters would be Hornbeam’s contact with the real world.
So now the problem of getting into the unreal world. The mage told Hornbeam that the ideal conditions for traveling across time and space would be inside the stomach of a Toothbrushasarus (sp?). Hornbeam’s mind would go to the unreal world and take on an imaginary body, while his real body would stay safely inside the toothbrushasarus. So Hornbeam set out the oysters, took a globe of majikal energy with him (as his source of majik in the unreal world), and traveled to the alternate universe.
And so, this is why the Great Hornbeam was inside the creature. Note that he appears to be dead (though he’s still smelly). This is why drowning him will not work. His mind is still alive and working in the alternate universe.
I hope this has answered some of your questions. I also hope you are still reading this post, as it is fairly long.
Now, the important part.
I am currently trapped in the unreal world, as I have no power in the alternate universe. I am hiding right now underneath a large, camoflauge beach umbrella after being chased across the island by shape-shifting minions and killer snails, sent after me the the Great Sorcerer Hornbeam.
Someone, come up with a brilliant idea, please.
Fortunately, I found a laptop with unlimited internet access, no matter where I go, so I can still post here.
P.S.: I’ll explain about the pearls later. I think the snails have spotted me.
Oh dear. How do we help Necromancer? Brilliant plans, anyone?
PLAN A: Use the white pearl to teleport a massive jar of salt, which is anathema to both shape-shifters and snails, to Necromancer. The pearl is in its oyster, so the universe will not detach from reality any more. Necromancer uses salt to fight her way to the Great Hornbeam’s manifestation in the unreal world, then we teleport a strand of my hair (which I have discovered transforms into an amphiptere if separated from my head) to her. The amphiptere, since it feeds on
magicmajik, will devour the mystical orb and leave the Hornbeam powerless.PLAN B: Teleport to Whale Isle and ask the High Priest to invoke the Grand Chartreuse Pie Poongah-Woongah-Xxaxx.
Plan A sounds like more fun. Let’s do that.
Let’s try Plan B if Plan A doesn’t work. Or, try Plan C:
PLAN C: Use the Isle of Summoning to bring the Hornbeam back to the real world, conk him on the head, then bring Necromancer back the same way. Ready… I summon the Great Hornbeam! It didn’t work. Darn.
PLAN D: throw pies so that kokopelli recuse us.
it weak by it might just work…
PLAN E: Slay the toothbrushasaurus and hope that that brings the Hornbeam back into the real universe. It might work…
In pursuit of Plan A, I just teleported a jar of salt to Necromancer, along with a piece of paper telling her what to do with it.
Let’s start with A, then move down the list. *plucks one of PC’s hairs to send with the salt* Sorry, captain.
I just sent PC’s hair to Necromancer, with a note telling him to throw it at Hornbeam’s globe of majikal energy. But Plan A won’t bring Necromancer back to the real universe.
I agree with all of the plans except the last one! We CAN’T kill Toothbrushosaurus! I like him! He’s SO CUTE!
Well, since we’re following Plan A, how will we get Necromancer back?
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Wait! What’s that? It seems that a large group of LIL’s is heading this way! They must have followdd us from the island! Perhaps they want the pearls back! Maybe they can help us!
[Necromancer is currently preoccupied with something else. She apologizes for any inconveniece and hopes to return to the thread later on tonight.]
I thought the LIL’s were called Grrrrrrs because they went Grrrrr and they probably can use the pearls to help us. Or make them help us before they can recover the pearls! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
this is going to work so well its great!
The LIL’s seem to be making weird movement around the pearls. Or maybe it’s just that the world is not real right now and that’s what is making it weird. I don’t know. I’m confused.
I have sucessfully received the jar of salt and an amphitere from the real world. I was standing inside the mouth of a giant sparrow with oddly sharp teeth when suddenly, *pop*! I’m holding a jar of salt and an oddly colored piece of hair. I swiftly kicked the uvula of the bird, which triggered the gag reflex. I was coughed up, but not before I had thrown a bit of salt onto the tongue. The bird began to shrivel up and slowly turned into a… Narclepheme! I haven’t seen one of those for ages! It looks like a miniature toy poodle, except they’re usually red with black stripes, They are powerful shape-shifters.
What’s more, after i had killed it (sadly, it couldn’t stand the salt at all), I got a bit of my powers back!
The fiend! Stealing my powers and turning them against me in order to create Narclephemes and Killer Snails! Humphf. Some people just don’t have manners.
Anyways, I’m leaving a trail of stunned Narclephemes behind me as I travel to Horbeam’s fortress. The snails just evaporate when I kill them.
Sadly, I had to put a Binding Spell on the amphitere; it was trying to consume my majik. Even with some power collected from the Narclephemes, I’m still very powerless.
Powerless meaning weak.
89 – Koko Du Pelle –
I AM A GIRL.
Get it right…
Though I’m as bad at determining gender as you are…
—
Note: Please do not bring me back until I have defeated evil in the unreal world. It would be a waste of time bringing me back if my job in the alternate universe is not complete. I’d just have to transport back there.
Also, I do not yet know if I would have my powers in the real world. It seems that Hornbeam has stolen them, so if I leave now, it makes sense that the Hornbeam would still have them inside his globe of majikal energy.
Which presents a problem: after the amphitere consumes Horbeam’s majik, what happens to mine?
Somebody, ask Eekeeknurknur – he might know.
—
Also, let’s make it clear. Hornbeam’s body is inside the Toothbrushasarus in the real world. Horbeam’s mind is in the alternate universe. Got it? Some people seemed to think otherwise…
And the Black-footed Ferret is in the real world again?
Eekeeknurknur says this is out of his line, but he’ll do his best to extract your powers from the globe at the moment it’s destroyed. Which means he’ll have to be in the alternate universe. He’ll take all of us in through a gate- shamanic powers are very different from necromancy, so the Hornbeam will have to take time to adjust before making Eekeeknurknur powerless. I don’t know much majik, and neither do my crew, but if anything in here can be damaged by flintlock or cutlass, trust me, it will be. We’ll load the guns with rock salt, and put a coat of silver gilt on the blades- Eekeeknurknur tells me that’s almost as effective. Not to mention my hair has a lot of strange abilities. Anyway, see you inside!
98- And iron. I may not be proficient in majik myself, but I’m a fair theoretical majician.
Well, if this is similar to anything I’ve ever read in any way, at least.
Iron on any Fairies or Fae we encounter, silver on anything vaugly wolf-like or with pointy incisors, and salt on all of them.
That’s the aproaches I’ve heard the most positive results from.
Hmm. I read a book once where the girl used bread to keep the Folk away. Do you think that would work?
Necromancer, out of curiosity, what are the types of majik user and how do their powers differ? I know shamans can call upon nature spirits and elementals, but I’m basically clueless about the rest.
This is all very confusing.
I think that I will go into the kitchen to rest my brain over a new concotion! What would you like for dinner? Maybe Cous-Cous with beef stew? That sounds good to me.
103- Yum.
102- Necromancers dabble in death, magicians do party tricks and other more trivial types of magic, wizards are great and wise, and sorcerers are kind of like necromancers, except that they don’t try to bring people back from the dead. I think that’s right, at least.
What if the amphitere consumes Necromancer’s powers instead of Hornbeam’s when he lifts the Binding Spell? There are a lot of things that could go wrong… In guessing what the chances are of sucsess, we’ed best be pessimistuic.
101- Oh yes, bread too, but the home made kind with salt or something.
And blue. Wear blue clothes. But not red.
Perhaps we should try to find vervain to? That has a very negatory effect on spirits and such. To much can turn you blue though.
107- I wear either blue or green. I never could decide between the two. Actually I think I wear both.
According to Arthur Spiderwick, one of the foremost authorities on fey, red repels faerie creatures. Green attracts them. Oak, hawthorn and ash wood are also significant, as together they offer almost complete protection. He concurs on the salt and iron, and agrees that bread destroys the effect of many illusions: however, he makes no mention of silver. Still, the effect of silver is so well documented that it is almost certain to work.
Well, he seems to have forgotten that rowan is also good for protection against fay. “Fey” means mad, touched, though it may also be a spelling for fay. Silver is not good against fay/fey, but it’s for use against werewolves. I’m going to make a guide!
Nope, it’s fay. Fey means a lot of things, among them “fated to die” which the fay are NOT.
Drat! I wear green. Maybe it’s time to get a red cloak.
111- I always saw it spelled fey, but I also saw fey used as mad in the Silmarillion. I’ll use Fay here to avoid confusion.
Okay. Or would that be, O-fay? Or Okey? Or O-fey? Why don’t I just keep making up combinations of the words until every here is driven out of their minds? Naw, I think I’ll work on my guide-thingy.
P.S. Fey is used a lot in the Lord of the Rings, especially in regard to Theoden (I think) and at least once in regard to Frodo, right before he got attacked by Shelob.
ANYway, the guide:
Never mind, I’ll do that later. I’m not in the right mood right now.
Wow. I’m still confused? So, what shall we do now? Let’s get into some action! Though I must say that cooking that stew was kind of fun.
We’re waiting for Necromancer to complete Plan A. Oh, and Necromancer, (105) what about mages? Are they a different type of majik user?
116- 105 was me. I’m not sure about mages. According to the dictionary, they’re actually like priests or wise men.
117-I am SURE that mages are in fact some kind of majik user… Maybe it’s a general term…
I have decided to get into action by being an investigator on the Hornbeam. He is surprisingl limp from having his mind in an alternate universe. What?! Ewwwwwwwwww! What’s that?! Yuck! Something hard and shiny just fell out of the Great Hornbeam’s nose. I hope it’s not a booger.
Wait a minute! I know what this is! The Great Hornbeam must have had to have something to anchor his magic globe to him in the reall world, so he put it in this clear marble, Then, so it wouldn’t be found, he stuck it up his nose. ICK! but I suppose it was a good idea. Who would think to look there?
Perhaps we could do something with this marble to extract Necromancer’s majik and then distroy it? If we destroyed the marble, then we wouldn’t have to go to the unreal world. The Great Hornbeam will have lost his majik without an anchor for it.
Oops!
We’re not destrying Necromancers majik! We’re destrying the marble!
119-Great idea! But, how do we extract Necromancer’s majik? Wait…
119- Surprisingly. Real. Destroy.
120- Destroying.
Yeah, good point, Koko du Pelle. How will this work.
What we need is to find a majik user in the real universe. But, how do we find another majik user? Hmmmmmm…
Hey! What about that guy who we had that cookout with a few days ago? Remember? He had the dragon!
124-Of course! And this is the isle of summoning! I summon the guy who owns that floating castle! *owner of castle appears* Are you a majik user?
dear prarillius Canixplese report to the ppp therd. this is by odader of tmfa,pwner of feather
p.s. pelse use oob
126- Please, order, and thread.
(126) What? Speak English please!
Well. The Great Owner of the Floating Castle says that yes, he is a majik user. After being told the situation the man surprisingly rolls his eyes and says:
“Again? Do you have any idea how many times I have to deal with this exact situation?”
He then turns around waves his hands and Necromancer’s majik is out of the marble. Then hae waves his hands again and the marble explodes.
well. Bye for now. As payment, I have to cook the Great Owner of the Castle a fantastic cheese dinner with Cheesy’s help.
This may take a long time. I confess that I won’t be back for about a month. The Great Owner of the Castle is taking me on his vacation to cook for him some more.
129-Bye. Now to get Necromancer back into the reak universe. It will be easy for him to dfeat evil now that Hornbeam is powerless. The marble is destroyed, and with it, Hornbeam’s powers.
127,128 -sorry I was not looking at what i was typing.is this better?
131- Much!
Okay, if Necromancer cannot get back into the real universe by himself, we will activate Plan B!
132-good!
Okay, Necromancer, should we teleport to Whale Isle?
I just teleported there. The High Priest is hard to convince, but I promised him twenty pies and he relented. Now, I am flying across the ocean on the back of a giant chartreuse pie god. I hope this wasn’t a mistake.
Me too.
AUUGGGGHHHH NO ONE’S POSTED FOR 5 DAYS WHERE IS EVERYBODY????????????????
Here.
here
*appears*
*looks around*
*is overwhelmed*
*explodes*
Well that was weird.
141-Overwhelmed by what?
142 – It was.
I’m here. Sort of wondering what happened. It was all rather dramatic for a few days, but now tumbleweeds have encased the thread.
145- Indeed. And I don’t know where our captain is… *looks around, and a mournful picture of a fog-covered ship with one lonely figure standing on the deck appears*
I’m back. The Grand Chartreuse Pie Poongah-Woongah-Xxaxx has created a gateway into the unreal world, and we are fully prepared for any sort of magical assault. So… let’s go in and kick Hornbeam butt.
147- Righty-o, sir! *salutes* * walks through the door into the unreal world* *is immediately set upon by large dragon-headed rabbits*
Fire silver bullets!
*fires*
To bad we don’t have any silver cannon balls… unless just coating them with silver would work? It’s get them through enchantments, at least. Hmm…
Um… Right now? Okay. *fires silver bullets* *the rabbits turn into sparrows and fly away*
That was weird.
Coating the cannonballs in silver would work. Firing iron meteorites is also effective- “sky steel” is anathema to most fay creatures.
Finally this thread is moving again! *steps through gateway**kicks a bright blue stone and appears in Hornbeam’s place**kicks Hornbeam*
*fires silver-coated cannon balls*
Oops, Hornbeam has an emergency-back-up machine gun! *runs*
Ah, but it’s not silver! *fires her silver lady’s pistol (stocked with silver bullets, of course.)* *misses because the bullet is the size of a lentil* Curse that thing. Sure it’s shaped like a . . . shaped like a . . . whatever it’s shaped like, but it’s soooooooooooooooooo ineffective. *pulls out larger, more effective, pistol* *fires again*
Oh wait, we’re not shooting at Hornbeam, we’re shooting at– *is picked up by an eagle with a snake’s head and flown over a boiling lake of lava*
Alice! Oh dear, we can’t shot it, she’ll be dropped into the lava. Oh dear…
Oh no! Do something! *shoots in random direction*
shoots stun gun!
I’m back! I couldn’t find the thread… What’s happening?
Wow. A lot has happened since I’ve been gone. So, I’m confused again. The Great Owner of the Floatiing Castle has released me after his summer vacation.
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. I’m still confused. What?! Wait! Eeeek! There’s a giant eagle with a snakes head flying toward me! Duck!
Oops. I mean, eagle with a snakes head.
*is dropped as the eagle flies over the rest of the group8 *lands on kiwimuncher* Sorry!
Gah!
That was a delayed reaction by a few days. Wow.
She was falling from a long way up…
Ah. That would explain i. *thinks* But did Alice have enough time to get that high? I suppose that the eagle could be fast. And it is known that it can take days to fall, if you read the issue with the first Muse Mini Myth, from which came the great quote “but it was only the last few seconds that hurt.”
Well, now that the strange eagle/snake is gone, where is Hornbeam? Or was the eagle/snake Hornbeam? I am confused again.
alest we’re ative again!
What? Confusion reigns. What did you say?
171- Indeed it does! Where’s the Captain? Still flying around on pie gods, I imagine. Or no, wait–he was here a minute ago, or a few days, rather. Oh well. Now what shall we do?
How about we summarize what’s happened on the thread for me?
173- It is un-summarizable. We’re in some other world, trying to do something to Hornbeam so that we won’t get separated from reality, although in my mind, we already are.
*shots pies in random directions in atempt to apear helpfull*
*is hit by Jadstone’s pie* Ouch! Stop that!
Sorry. I’ve been concentrating on RRRs lately. Plus the fact that the computer’s been acting up.
*takes ship up into air with antigravite gotten from the Aeolian Independent Republic*
*rams Hornbeam’s fort*
It’s breached, and Hornbeam is dazed! Poongah-Woongah-Xxaxx, I beseech you to pie this rogue!
Hornbeam has a fort?
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Perhaps his fort has been lazying around and finally just decided to show up. Anyway, now it’s breached, so……………………
*Pies Hornbeam*
Mwahahahahahahahaha!
Bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!
*Cheese Pies Hornbeam*
*also pies Hornbeam*
*pies honbeam*
I think that the Hornbeam is dead.
Whoa! Wait a minet! Something is moving under all the pie filling! It’s…………..it’s………………….a…………….squirrel!
A drunken one! EEEEEEE! *stands on a chair*
Poongah-woongah-Xxaxx turned Hornbeam into a squirrel.
Uh-oh. Now what?
*pies the squirrel from her excellent vantage point on top of a chair*
*realizes that the chair is floating away*
*jumps off just in time*
Whew! That was close!
Oh No! Don’t pie the innocent squirrel!
*runs over and gives the squirrel / Hornbeam a big hug*
*squirrel scolds and bites me*
Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
OK! You can pie it now!
Attack!
Bleeeeeeeeep! Bleepen Bleep Bleepy!
(That’s no ordinary squirrel! It’s a KILLER!)
*piespiespiespiespiespiespiespies* Oh dear, look, it’s fainted . . .
I realized the other day that I’m on every single Musiverse thread, all under one name. So, I’ll distribute my alter egos among the threads as pseudonyms.
PPP: The Cat That Walked By Herself
Muserland: Blue Beads
Scribblemaya: Lecea
That’s everything but Pie Isle and Ships’ Logs, which I need to think about for a while. Any suggestions?
Hey, I recognize one of those! I guessed one! *is very very happy*
191- Lecea, right? Did you ever figure out why I chose it? (I’ll tell. It’s my name in Latin, and that was around Carl Phineas’ birthday. Though I probably spelled his name wrong. There was going to be a party in which everyone gave themselves Latin names. It didn’t work out, but I latinized my name anyway.)
No, The Cat That Walked By Herself.
193- But- but- you can’t have! That one was given away when I posted under my real name. Or maybe it was something else. Oh, I don’t know.
Look here. Oops. It was Taffamai, but both they’re both Rudyard Kipling. Same thing, basically.
Comment 233. My link didn’t work right. That’s because I did it wrong. I’ll try again.
click here.
Did that work?
No. It would be https://musefanpage.com/blog/?p=838#comment-233
I am changing my name here to . . . *thinks* . . . Jenny. I know it seems totally unrelated, but I really like that name and I need a pseudonym.
Actually, I’m not. Sorry for the false alarm. I’m calling myself Reaia, a name I came up with while arranging Scrabble tiles one day. I like it, and have not yet had occasion to use it. But I do now.
197- Thanks. I’ll try again.
click here
It might work now.
I’m confused. Where dose the link supposed to go? Did I miss something?
Bleep.
Bleepen Bleepery Bleepers.
(I’m sad. No one noticed my allusion)
Hmmmmmmmm. Well, since the squirrel has fainted, let’s bring it back to the real world. Then we can properly dispose of Hornbeam.
Bleep!
Bleepery Bleepers!
(I’m sad. No one noticed my allusion)
Gurgle! My computer is annoying me!
Whoa, no, I didn’t. Sorry Cheesy! I noticed it once you said something.
201- Just ignore it.
202/204- I did, just decided not to mention it.
205- Why?
203- “properly dispose of”? What do you mean?
202/204- Haha, I did.
Well, for one we could put it in this cage. We don’t want him running off, and though squirrels arn’t that good swimmers, this is no ordinary squirrel.
Very nice.
Does it meet these qualifications?:
Big, pointy teeth
Can glide this far *gestures*
Just look at the bones!
Me- What bones?
Tom- Oh, you know what I mean.
188- Replace squirrel with rabbit and you have a line from Monty Python, right?
You should know that intuitively, P.C. You need to watch the movie again.
211- Yes.
(212) Oh, go easy on him, Glassboro. PC’s only recently been initiated into the mysteries of the grail. It takes a little time for it to become fully integrated into one’s molecular structure.
I was downright shocked to hear that he’d only just seen it!
212, 214- I’ve been initiated for YEARS and I still didn’t get it until “Cheesy” brought it to my attention. So you can’t blame Canix.
214- Sorry. It’s just I couldn’t control my shock. You know how that feels, don’t you? But nice wording.
Bleepy Bleeper Bleep!
(Sorry about the double post thing, my computer was going crazy)
You know, to tell you the truth, this squirrel is kind of cute. Let’s change his name to Bucky and keep him as a lookout on our ship!
who want’s a squirrel named buckey. that’s the squirrel’s name on emporer’s new grove.
Name discrimination, that is. REPRESS HIM!!!!!
219) Really? It is? I had no idea. I haven’t watched The Emporer’s New Groove since I was an extremely little kid.
220) Are you repressing me or him? I’m confused.
Well, now that we are back in the real world and Hornbeam/Bucky/whatever we call him in squirrel form, what do we do now?
I’m repressing tmfa.
222-why?
You don’t read behind the last post, do you? Why don’t you try that for a change?
no,why are you saying I’m discrimintoring?
Read post 219 again.
I refuse to have this squirrel on my ship, whatever his name is. I don’t trust him for the following reasons.
(A) He was the Great Hornbeam.
(B) He closely resembles the Rabbit of Caerbannog.
I agree. He’s evil whatever form he’s in, we’re sticking him in a cage.
Unless we could shove him in an oyster with a peral and send him straight to a cell in Museica…
No, too riskey.
I say catapult him out to open sea and if he wants to reach land let him SWIM there!
Oh NO! Violence is NOT the answer!
Have to agree w/ kiwimuncher on this. I don’t see why we can’t keep him, anyway. We could keep him in a cage, in a separate cabin from everyone else. Then people who wanted to could go see him, and everyone else could forget. The one problem is that I’m on a different boat.
231- Too risky. We don’t know what sort of power he has in squirrel form, but I assume that a cage is not enough to contain him.
Eekeeknurknur might have some ideas. I’ll ask him.
so get a big cage with entirely metal walls and 1 storm glass window with tiny airholes at the top. that should contain him
Yeah! Then, the next time we stop by an island, we can release him into the wild!
Hey, cilroxmysox, are you new? If so, welcome!
Well . . . I honestly don’t know what to do.
233- I’ll do that, and Eekeeknurknur says he’ll weave some enchantments into the box.
Well, now that we have Bucky secured, shall we start exploring the islands of Museica again?
Where is everyone?
238-don’t worry,It’s just been a day.
237- Museica is pretty much explored. The next voyage will be in the Zommer Vaycayshun. We will try to reach the edge of the Musiverse.
As this thread is slowing down, I would like to help, but I do not know much about this…If someone would be kind enough to show me around and let me come along on an adventure, that would be great.
RtH
Wow! You came just in time! We’re starting a new adventure right now! In fact, as we all know, Prarilius just announced that we’re going to the edge of the Musiverse. By the way, what’s beyond the edge of the Musiverse?
*goes down into the bottom of the ship and gets out the zommer vaycayshun and takes it to the deck*
lets go to ppp first to get food.
242- That’s what we’re trying to find out.
241- Welcome aboard.
The edge of the Musiverse! Cool! But Captain, what’s the “Zommer Vaycayshun”?
245) Wow! Call me slow, but I just realized that Zommer Vaycayshun sounds a lot like Summer Vacation!
243) What’s ppp?
Well, let’s go! End of the Musiverse time!
I’m on? Great! Just please don’t make me climb any masts or something just yet!
Oh no! We’re going to sail over the edge!
RtH
245-The Edge of the Musiverse?!?! Hot dog!!!
PC–Um…if I’m still welcome on your ship, what was I, do you remember?
Are we all on the Zommer Vaycayshun?
What’s the Zommer Vaycayshun, exactly? A spaceship?
250) A ship, just a ship, I think.
Well, I am officially ready to go on our journey! Our galley is totally stocked up! My kitchens are ready for cooking!
Are we all on one ship? Um…I was wondering if anybody was in charge of supplies/stores management? If not, I am good at that…But if so, or you had another idea, that’s okay…
248- Thou wert (is that right? Or should it be wast? PB&J, help please) the gunner.
250- A ship, indeed, but one with a Carbonic Filter Field, stellar sails, and a tholiatomine laser drive.
252- You could do that. Come on aboard!
can i join the Zommer Vaycayshun?
sure! you can join! Oh, and speaking of the Zommer Vaycayshun, let’s get going to the end of the Musiverse! Let’s cast the anchor already!
253-Thanks!
255-I don’t know much about ships. By the way you said it, that means to haul it in. Good to know! Anything else I should know before I do something wrong?
253-Ah, yes! ‘ndeed…thanks be ter yeh, Cap’n! ‘N’ ‘pparently I be the Gunner on teh Black-Footed Ferret, too, ay…
I vote we all talk either pirate-speak or Shakespeare-speak!
255,256-Actually, I believe castin’ be the phrase fer lettin’ it go…ye be wantin’ “weigh”…I could be wrong, though, so don’t be a-cursin’ me mum if I is!
256) Don’t worry! You won’t do anythign wrong! You’ll be fine!
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Well, we have now set out from the harbor and into the open sea. Everything looks clear, except for the clouds which are grey and heavy. I hope we don’t have a storm! To keep myself busy I shall begin cooking a lunch for everyone. How about hamburgers? We have most of the fixings for burgers!
(257) How about officers speak Elizabethan, and seamen (and seawomen) speak pirate?
Marry, that fair Dialect soundeth swete to my ears. Let it be So!
I’m a Coxswain? Is that an officer or a seawoman?
Confusion. How can I talk in Elizabethan? I’m southern!
What am I? Can I be helmsman? Arrrr…
260-Alright, then I need to know whether or not I’m an officer…hm…I don’t think so…is a gunner a seawoman?
i wanna be a gunner
Unfortunatly, a storm has indeed come. Not a good sign for our first night. I hope now of you worthy seadogs are the type to get seasick!
Not if I stay abovedecks.
The Zommer Vaycayshun is a spaceship, and we will be exploring the edge of the Museiverse on it. Whee! The Black-Footed Ferret isn’t spaceworthy, it’s built for the sea.
Quartermaster here! I’ve been going over the maps, and the Peaceful Pie Planet would indeed make a good place to stop and stock up. We could take off with not as many suplies (hence lighter) and conserve fule in case we need it. We could bring a little more than enough to get to the PPP, and our trading status with them is good so we wouldn’t have to worry about being broke in space.
Okay. How much call is there for a coxswain on a spaceship? *shrug* It doesn’t matter.
I am shortening my name out of necessity.
Also, I have looked up “coxswain” in the great and noble dictionary, which informed me that it was not an officer, not even a petty one. So I shall talk pirate. Luckily for me, pirates didn’t really say “Arr.” I imagine that means I talk normally. Yay! Not as good as Elizabethan, but better than “pirate-speak.” No offense to those of you who love pirate-speak.
Not only is a coxswain not an officer, it is someone who has charge of the ship’s boat and usually steers. Does that mean I get to steer the space equivalent of a ship’s boat? if so, yay!
Exactly. You are in charge of the Haus, our EVA boat.
Oh! We’re on a spaceship? c00l!
*Gathers supplies for space journey* Anyone want to help with the supplies-like with moving them around?
Is there something special we are looking for, or are we just going out for the fun of it? Is this a new ship?
Sorry for all of the questions!
Yay!
RtH
It’s not a new ship, we’ve used it before. Actually I think we, erm, borrowed it from some space pierates a while ago.
Wait a minet, so the Black Fotted Ferret is a normal sailing ship and the Zommer Vaycayshun is a space ship? Right?
I want seafood tonight. I think that I’ll make fish fillets and crab cakes with hushpuppies.
275-Seafood in real life or on your boat? Or both?
heehee! 
276) On the boat, I ate Mexican food last night.
Well, the storm has passed with minimal damage to the ship, though on one of the times that the ship tossed, my jar of cinnamon spice got lost in the waves. No more cinnmon buns.
As of now, we are sailing under a bright cloudless sky. Good sailing weather!
WooT!!! Gunners are, indeed, officers, and, therefore, I get to use Elizabethan language!!!
Captain, if thou dost desire it, I shall send a message to the PPP, informing them of our plans to call.
Sadly, since I have no cinnamon, I can not make cinnamon buns for everyone, to celebrate the beginning of a new week. Instead I settled for some nice biscuits topped with skilly and duff. Good old skilly and duff! It’s sure to give you strong muscles and to grow a rather large layer of hair in your armpits, I hope everyone brought something to shave it off with.
What is skilly and duff again? I like plum duff, I know that much…
Hullo, what’s this?
278- By all means do so.
It strikes me that we near our goal of three hundreds of posts.
GAPAs, if thou art knowledgeable in this area, wouldst thou do this humble captain the great kindness of telling to me if any thread yet has surpassed 8 continuations?
Okay, what’s my position? I’m afraid I can’t do much untill I know what my position is.
283) Hmmmmmmmm. I don’t know. Just try to find one that’s not already taken. You could a lookout, or just a normal crew member. I don’t know a lot about ship postions, after all, I’m just a cook.
We are still sailing through calm waters. The Cheesies are getting restless. They are starting to drive me crazy in my kitchens. EVERYTHING has to be cheese flavored for them. Oh well. Cheese is always good. Though I must say, it is getting rather quiet around here. Nothing unusual has happened lately. I just hoppe that it’s not the quiet before the storm.
283- Well, you aren’t part of my crew. I think you’re part of someone else’s crew.
~
Aug. 6. Uneventful. We had skilly and duff for breakfast today. Solar wind steadily blowing at ten aetherknots. CFF running at ninety-six point five three zero two percent efficiency. All supplies full.
Later
Small turbulence in the area of the Moon, with result that the foresail burst. Being repaired as we speak, on the lee side of the Moon.
Lunar Museica now takes up all space between Mare Crisium and Mare Tranquilitatum. Luna City is now a metropolis of about ten thousand souls. We cannot see it from here, but we have a good view of Camp Yoda, the base of the enigmatic asteroid voyager and saboteur Darth Yoda.
283-I’m in charge of managing supplies.
Now for my report on deliveries…The shipment of instant cool chocolate milkshakes has just come in…Oh! Yes, and the out-of-ship exploration stuff came in. We will be going out of the ship a couple of times to look around, won’t we?
~
Aug. 6. 1:01. Have passed the moon and fast approach Mars. Tholiatomine drive warming up, and we begin to accelerate.
281-‘Tis a thread for making posts about adventures had in ships that do fairly float and fly. Our current mission be to reach the End of the Musiverse. If thou wouldst care to join us in our merry quest, simply tell our great Captain Prarilius Canix so, and see what he doth say.
282-That I shall, good sir!
Certes, the Elizabethan English upon this Thread hath been of qualitie most delightfully high.
PC-could you please tell me what some of those things stand for? And the engines and such?
I have resolved to use Modern English when I record our adventurings, as many of the terms used, I ween, have no equivalent in this fair and ancient tongue.
Good Captain, our loyal friends and allies, the Piites, be ready for the arrival of our fair ship! I am to send them word when the time of our landing be close at hand.
Question! What’s the difference (in Elizabethan tongue) between “be” and “is”?
288 – and what, pray tell, is thy merry quest? dost thou seek riches, like the pyrates abroade? dost thou seek justice, like the navey strong? dost thou seek to trade goodes, like the merchants greedy? or dost thou seek naught? what dost thou seek, oh hawk with the taile feathers of red colour?
(293) “Be” and “is” are the same as today, with one exception: Elizabethans made much heavier use of “be” in the subjunctive.
If you’ve studied other languages past the first year or so, you’ll know that the subjunctive is the form of a verb you use to refer to things that (basically) aren’t real: things that might be, things you hope for (or hope to avoid), things that follow the word “if.” So in The Taming of the Shrew, Kate says “If I be waspish, best beware my sting.” That’s subjunctive.
We still use “be” that way today, only less often, and usually in old expressions that have become fixed in the language.
294-Right now I am on PC’s ship (I think), but I am building one on the side. If you wish to join, stay tuned…
Ah, we seek the edge of the Musiverse. Whether it be fixed or no, we shall find it. And, mayhap, what lieth beyond…
290- CFF standeth for Carbonic Filter Field, a goodly piece of machinery which doth serve in the manner of a plant, freshening our exhalations and transmuting carbon dioxide into good, fair atmosphere. Aetherknots are measurements of speed, used when traveling in the ether beyond our fair planet.
~
Aug. 6, 2:20. Tholiatomine drive is warming up, and we’ve nearly passed the speed of light. Mr. Ubergard is taking the ship out of the plane of orbit. Our only obstruction now is the Oort Cloud, a massive field of comets surrounding our system.
~
We are heading for the Oort Cloud and eke a new thread! Grasp hold, good sirs, for the ride will be swift and rough!
Goodness! What a lot of posts in such a short time.
Perchance, may we have a new thread?
It’s always hard to get them to make a new one. I think the process is not so easy as to be as fun as pie…
Please?