[identity profile] i-am-harkonnen.livejournal.com
((In short- It's a giant over-the-top wedding party with a Dethklok concert for characters to enjoy and do whatever- the whole school's been invited. It should be noted that Dethklok's music is known to have a almost magical effect- they've driven audiences insane, raised trolls, caused hurricanes, etc. Half the food's been spiked by Valentine, choose your poison if desired! This was a group-written bit of epic TL;DR with permission received from all characters mentioned- sorry about the length, but there's a lot going on! The dragons arrive at the very end of the party- they mark 'the end' so to say, and are mostly just torching everything but the DETHTOWER, They're not assaulting any random chars, so there's no reason for anyone to interfere with them, it's basically 'under control'. . . =D ))

Certain human traditions are nearly universal- in most any culture, the concept of marriage can be found in one form or another. And in most of these cultures, marriages involve weddings. The Baron Vladimir Harkonnen and Lord Valentine Wolfe knew this as well as anyone, and, also knew exactly what a wedding actually was. Although many of the common masses felt weddings to be a wonderful, romantic celebration of a couple's love and commitment, both of these noblemen knew that a wedding was actually a huge, memorable party- memorable being key- intended to make a public statement. Although the exact nature of this statement varied from situation to situation, Vladimir and Valentine were well-aware that their union was making the best statement, which basically summed up to "We're better than you, we have more fun than you, and if you fuck with either of us, you fuck with both of us." Obviously, this statement had to be accompanied by a party of unforgettable proportion.

An epic account of the wedding extravaganza follows. . . )
[identity profile] raistlin-black.livejournal.com
The majority of Raistlin's time had been spent either in the library, researching the darkest magics that he could locate, or out in the Forbidden Forest, where he could pratice without any absurd interruptions from the school or the insanity that seemed to permeate the walls of the place.

But even a mage required company from time to time.

The dark robed wizard struck out from the library, walking the grounds at nightfall, hoping to catch sight of one of the dragons, or of some other sight to catch his interest.
[identity profile] smaug-thegolden.livejournal.com
From Smaug to Elric, Ancalagon, Dethklok, Shoggies, Ofdensen, Raistlin, and Igor:

Smaug had very little understanding of Valentine's Day, having only heard from Toki and Skwisgaar that it was a 'dildos hearts day', with some manner of possibly coercive celebration involved. From this he'd inferred that it was a day when one gave their family, friends, and associates hearts. And if his adoptive parents were celebrating it, well...

I think you know where this is going. )
[identity profile] raistlin-black.livejournal.com
Their conversation ended, Raistlin led the Master from the school out onto the grounds. It had been a warm day - he knew that he would find the dragons coasting on the air currents rising off the mountains. He could see the red flashes of Smaug's scales in the fading light and the deeper black of Ancalagon's shimmering as it caught the sun. They were too far to simply call and he had no intention of showing the Master an artifact as powerful as the Dragon Orb. The Master was intriguing, but Raistlin wasn't stupid enough to show <i>all</i> of his secrets.

"Perhaps we should get their attention," he said softly. Raistlin began to chant in a low, raspy voice before raising his hands over his head. A great gout of flame shot from his hands, nearly a dozen feet in the air. It bathed the forest grove in light and could not go unnoticed by sharp, reptilian eyes.
[identity profile] raistlin-black.livejournal.com
((with possible guest appearances by the Shoggies!))

“The Dragon Orbs were created by all three orders to contain the essence of all dragons, both good and evil,” Raistlin explained as he and Igor made their way to the Forbidden Forest. Igor wanted to recruit them to defend the castle; Raistlin’s motivations were slightly less noble. Dragons were creatures of power and if there was one thing he was drawn to, it was power. He didn’t need the orb to sense the dragons, he could feel the strength of their magic vibrating in the air. “They are powerful enough to summon a dragon, but the user must be strong enough to bend the orb to its will. Lorac Caladon attempted to use an orb to summon a dragon to protect the Silvanesti. He failed. Cyan Bloodbane took control of Lorac through the orb and twisted the lands into a living nightmare.”

Read more... )

 


[identity profile] prettypendulum.livejournal.com
((OOC: As stated in the reminder post, feel free to RP in this or start your own threads. Some of the poems wander into questionable for work anyway, so we'll just call the whole post not quite work safe and feel free to take things as far as you'd like in here or into your own threads if you want. Yukimura-mun, Kuronue-mun, and Kurama-mun all had a hand in the poetry and if you really want to know, PM one of us and we can tell you who wrote what. Otherwise, the whole point of this is to laugh....which means, really, you shouldn't have things in your mouth when reading the poems. :D If you want a reminder of who asked for what, it's here. ))

Decorations appeared, pink and frilly with an occasional burst of red and tiger-y for the myriad of students who would be celebrating the Lunar New Year. Normally, they would not have bothered with the New Year, but it fell on the same day, so the decorations came across as incidental rather than deliberate. Streamers and unpopable bubbles floated around the Great Hall and those elves tapped to deliver messages. Enthusiasm was something they all possessed in abundance; talent, not so much. Just who had set them up for this or why remained a mystery they would not divulge. Each recipient was found and serenaded, with no respect to any form of musicality, wherever they happened to be at the time.

Tra-la-la-la-la/A valentine for you/Tra-la-la-la-la/Have a cut tag here, too )
[identity profile] mightiest-black.livejournal.com
Ancalagon had long been privy to his golden kin's plans and had observed the glorious debacle that was the last Muggle Studies class from a distance. He'd been asked not to interfere, a request which he'd surprisingly honoured. It was important that Smaug begin to trust him.

Both dragons had anticipated a neat and clean end to the so-called "Arioch", who Ancalagon had discovered was nothing more than an alarmingly and deliciously obese mortal Man and not any sort of powerful hell-being at all -- a fact Smaug, too, had to have known, surely. Why then would Smaug's pet albino sorcerer serve one even weaker than himself? That went against the proper order of things. But, then, Smaug had always said this Emperor of Melniboné was likely half-mad.

Read more... )
[identity profile] ugly-imp.livejournal.com
After having received dynamite as a sorting bribe, Tyrion had gone to the Hogwarts library, looked up how this was supposed to work, then headed outside, sorting bribe in hand.

He'd done enough good deeds lately, and he decided now it was time to relieve a little stress. Watching things explode seemed like the quickest way toward that end, and so he sought a secluded part of the grounds where he could set the dynamite off without actually hurting anything.
[identity profile] dice-addict.livejournal.com
Ancalagon,

I have a slightly odd question to ask you - I'm having an argument with a friend of mine (nobody at this school is aware of me being anything other than human with the exception of two people) over whether dragons go into heat, how long it lasts, and when it happens. And since he won't take my word for it, could you reply to this owl with answers to those questions?

Thanks for helping out!

~Ryuuji
[identity profile] thranduils-son.livejournal.com
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
There is a special sugared cheese that my people make, somewhat a delicacy, the cheese itself made from goat's milk. I must confess I favour it a great deal, perhaps more than might be thought healthy, I'm often told in jest.

2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
I do not perceive either poor creature as a threat, but if they must be disposed of, the red haired Man would be the logical first target. By the looks of him, he could run much faster than the curiously stunted purple dragonish being.

3. What time is it where you are?
The sun rose nearly three hours ago, by my estimation. That means it will be midday in roughly three and one-half hours.

4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.
What a peculiar question. I can't claim to know Albus Dumbledore's preferences, and my own are surely no business of yours. (What sort of guild is this?) But I do not like to leave your questions unanswered, so I'll have to choose the most Dwarf-like.

"Mad-Eye"? Is that his name? Yes, I'll choose him. The- method, if I may refer to it as such, would depend on many factors, not least of which would be his willingness to engage in them with an Elf and ultimately be wed to me. You see, Elves do not participate in intimacies of that nature with any save their chosen mate...

5. If you are pushing to be in:

A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.

A tavern is an unlikely place to find me, and to tend one, in the dark of all things! I've never heard of such foolishness. That would be far from my chosen occupation. But I shall answer your question to the best of my ability.

Journey's End. Does it not have a welcoming sound to it? No? ...Naming an imaginary tavern which I'll never tend is a bit difficult.

B. Gryffindor – Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.
Is Harry betrothed to either? The debate would seem, to me, moot if he is not. Too often it is folly to seek the counsel of others in matters of such a sensitive nature. It would be wisest to let his own heart lead him to his choice, for only Harry can know what he feels. If one day I am privy to that knowledge, I might better advise him, if still pressed to answer. Until then I'm afraid I have no argument.

C. Ravenclaw – You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I’m constantly disposing of it.
I'm unsure why. This is a question Lord Aragorn or wise Gandalf could answer more knowledgeably than I. If you need assistance in some way, that I can give to you. I can make pretty origami out of all the paper.

D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.
I pledged myself and my bow to eight companions, or the Fellowship of the Ring, as might be the familiar name to you. I remained true 'til the ending of the Fellowship, through many dark and perilous days. If this does not prove my worth, or rather if I must elaborate on the part I played for those unaware, let it not be said that my skills with bow and long knife are easily dismissed.

I am also a good scout of my people, possess great knowledge of Elven crafting, and my voice is considered very fair in song.

6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe. Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do.
I explained my skills, and I offer them to the members of this establishment. What have you need for?

I can spare Elven cloaks and weapons, lembas (Elven waybread), and might not mind crafting something for you, if that be your desire. I could plait your hair in any manner you wish. The nimble fingers of Elves can produce many fine things. I hear tell of a dear friend of mine being led here, and indeed if I'm not mistaken I have noticed his own fine work possessed by a few among you? It would lighten my heart if I might be permitted to see him while in attendance here, so I do hope to be accepted.

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