Back to the Future Part Three: Telling the Tallest Tale

magiq

#121

Also, to my knowledge @Skylad is just helping with the “Sound of the Storm” spell, not this one, though he can if he wants to.


#122

If you kiddies need me to do anything speak now :joy::joy::joy:


#123

@Sellalellen

Old Father Oak Tree became dismayed,
while beneath his branches the children played.
“I’ve lost my Book!” He cried and sobbed,
While the leaves of his branches fluttered and bobbed.
“A Storm blew through with a mighty breeze,
and tossed my book out among the other trees!”

@grimangel53

The children looked up at Father’ Oak’s face,
“To find your book at once we shall race!”
They cast about the roots of the tree,
but to no avail; the book had blown free.
Across the wide forest its pages were scattered,
It’s bindings wind-torn, worn and tattered.

@OracleSage

Little Blonde George who stood in the Northwest,
cried “If we work together, we’ll be at our best!
To find Father’s Oak’s book among the far boughs,
we must gather together and search high and low.
If we go out alone, our chances are slim,
to find Father’s tome and return it to him.”

@Ginger

Red-headed Frances looked out North and East,
fidgeting with her skirt, pleat and crease.
Out from her pack she drew out her tools,
Lenses, gears, cogs, and wire on spools.
She built a machine that would comb the wood,
and set it to seek out the book, as it should.

@Remus

Impetuous Walter ran too and fro,
Scouting up high and searching down low.
Over the Western Mountains he peeked,
And was the first to spot what they’d seek.
The spine of the book lodged among stones,
Far, far away from their houses and homes.

@Nimueh

Raven-haired Beatrice threw caution aside.
West-by-Southwest she started to stride.
At ease through the forest she ably surged,
Plucking lost pages up as they emerged
With the other children following in tow,
They walked and walked, with miles to go.

@Sellalellen

Precocious young Thomas cried “Not the right way!
Toward the Southeast, our path ought to stray.
I’ve read all the maps and examined the charts,
And I know navigation is science, not art.
Let’s take the pass that leads us straight there,
and victory in finding the Book we shall share.”

@grimangel53

Pale young Este held up her hand.
“Hold, my friends, 'till we have surveyed the land.
The paths we walk must lead us back East
back towards Father Oak tree, at least.
Once the Book’s found, what good will it do,
if we cannot find our way back through?"

@OracleSage

The children (and Frances’s finding machine)
all made their way through the glade and the green.
They found Father’s book, right where it had landed
And put back the pages they’d noticed abandoned
With all but two pages, and shining with pride,
They carried the book back to Father Oak’s side.

@Ginger

“My Book! It’s been found!” exclaimed Old Father Oak,
then to each of the childen he spoke:
“George, Frances, Walter, Beatrice, Thomas, Este (Note: pronounced ESS-tay?),
you each have worked hard this on harrowing day.
Now rest and slumber, as you each deserve.
You have made me proud, my book is preserved!”

@Remus

Then Father Oak, laughing said, "Oh, what a bother!
We seem to have traded one thing for another!
My dears, I think finding my book had a cost,
Your woollen scarf and shiny pendant are lost!
(Or: “Another book you had discovered is lost!” if Dee makes it back with the book)
But do not despair that you’ve paid such a fee,
For happiness you have returned to me.”

(There is a break here, the ending of the story is to dispel the Storm so we should maybe wait until we have the BoB before reciting this part?)

@Nimueh

The children laid down their tired young heads,
Oak’s leaves were their pillows, his branches their beds.
and they dreamed of a peaceful and beautiful world,
where struggles were ended and wonder prevailed.
And Old Father Oak looked on with pride,
as each of his children laid down sleepy-eyed.

@Sellalellen

And the Storm that had caused the destruction did see,
Father Oak and his children at peace by his tree.
It thought of the anguish its raging had caused;
and at that, its tormented heart finally paused.
With the Book’s final pages held firm in its grasp,
The Storm realized it had one final task:

(Everyone?)

It returned the last pages to Father Oak Tree
and finally rested, peaceful and free.


#124

So, I gave everyone their affiliated guild (minus myself because Grim signed on first)
Then set an order from that and switched person each stanza until I ran out of people? Not sure what we want to do for the last couplet?

OR would people prefer if they only had one big chunk to send to keep things easy?

Open for suggestions.


#125

It looks great, Ginger! But Sel’s reading WWs, it looks like. Not a big deal, but I was just pointing it out.


#126

SHHHHHH I will update it, because Grim posted about maybe not being able to be here?


#127

I will most likely be unavailable due to currently driving.


#128

@Nimueh

Old Father Oak Tree became dismayed,
while beneath his branches the children played.
“I’ve lost my Book!” He cried and sobbed,
While the leaves of his branches fluttered and bobbed.
“A Storm blew through with a mighty breeze,
and tossed my book out among the other trees!”

@Sellalellen

The children looked up at Father’ Oak’s face,
“To find your book at once we shall race!”
They cast about the roots of the tree,
but to no avail; the book had blown free.
Across the wide forest its pages were scattered,
It’s bindings wind-torn, worn and tattered.

@OracleSage

Little Blonde George who stood in the Northwest,
cried “If we work together, we’ll be at our best!
To find Father’s Oak’s book among the far boughs,
we must gather together and search high and low.
If we go out alone, our chances are slim,
to find Father’s tome and return it to him.”

@Ginger

Red-headed Frances looked out North and East,
fidgeting with her skirt, pleat and crease.
Out from her pack she drew out her tools,
Lenses, gears, cogs, and wire on spools.
She built a machine that would comb the wood,
and set it to seek out the book, as it should.

@Remus

Impetuous Walter ran too and fro,
Scouting up high and searching down low.
Over the Western Mountains he peeked,
And was the first to spot what they’d seek.
The spine of the book lodged among stones,
Far, far away from their houses and homes.

@Nimueh

Raven-haired Beatrice threw caution aside.
West-by-Southwest she started to stride.
At ease through the forest she ably surged,
Plucking lost pages up as they emerged
With the other children following in tow,
They walked and walked, with miles to go.

@Sellalellen

Precocious young Thomas cried “Not the right way!
Toward the Southeast, our path ought to stray.
I’ve read all the maps and examined the charts,
And I know navigation is science, not art.
Let’s take the pass that leads us straight there,
and victory in finding the Book we shall share.”

@OracleSage

Pale young Este held up her hand.
“Hold, my friends, 'till we have surveyed the land.
The paths we walk must lead us back East
back towards Father Oak tree, at least.
Once the Book’s found, what good will it do,
if we cannot find our way back through?"

@Ginger

The children (and Frances’s finding machine)
all made their way through the glade and the green.
They found Father’s book, right where it had landed
And put back the pages they’d noticed abandoned
With all but two pages, and shining with pride,
They carried the book back to Father Oak’s side.

@Remus

“My Book! It’s been found!” exclaimed Old Father Oak,
then to each of the childen he spoke:
“George, Frances, Walter, Beatrice, Thomas, Este (Note: pronounced ESS-tay?),
you each have worked hard this on harrowing day.
Now rest and slumber, as you each deserve.
You have made me proud, my book is preserved!”

@Nimueh

Then Father Oak, laughing said, "Oh, what a bother!
We seem to have traded one thing for another!
My dears, I think finding my book had a cost,
Your woollen scarf and shiny pendant are lost!
(Or: “Another book you had discovered is lost!” if Dee makes it back with the book)
But do not despair that you’ve paid such a fee,
For happiness you have returned to me.”

(There is a break here, the ending of the story is to dispel the Storm so we should maybe wait until we have the BoB before reciting this part?)

@Sellalellen

The children laid down their tired young heads,
Oak’s leaves were their pillows, his branches their beds.
and they dreamed of a peaceful and beautiful world,
where struggles were ended and wonder prevailed.
And Old Father Oak looked on with pride,
as each of his children laid down sleepy-eyed.

@OracleSage

And the Storm that had caused the destruction did see,
Father Oak and his children at peace by his tree.
It thought of the anguish its raging had caused;
and at that, its tormented heart finally paused.
With the Book’s final pages held firm in its grasp,
The Storm realized it had one final task:

(Everyone?)

It returned the last pages to Father Oak Tree
and finally rested, peaceful and free.


#129

Unless anyone else wants to volunteer ???


#130

Woah, three verses? Do you want some of mine Ginger? Or anyone?


#131

I can take some if you would like Oracle


#132

The order just made it that way. Do you not feel comfortable reading three? I could take the Ebenguard one off your hands if you’d like?


#133

I mean, that’s fine. I just didn’t want to hog the verses in case someone else wanted to join in.


#134

That’s why I posted asking about volunteers XD


#135

I think it’s best we stick with the order. Then we can also be sure to know when to post our next piece.


#136

Hey guys, we starting soon?


#137

Very soon, yes.


#138

Waiting on the go ahead from Endri


#139

We doing it here or the other thread?


#140

Other thread, let’s the others see what’s goign on