Truthless of Shinovar he/him Posted December 16, 2019 Report Share Posted December 16, 2019 (edited) Twas the night before the last post, And all through the thread, not a sharder was stirring, not even a Nathranking. Though the house bundles of knobweed did hang everywhere, In the hope that St. Sanderson would come and remove all despair. The sharders were nestled all snug in the thread While visions of joyspren danced in their heads; And mamma in her havah, and I in my cap, Had just settled down for a long highstorm's nap, When out on the plains there was such a clatter I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter Lashed to the window, flying like a flash Soulcast the shutters, throw up the sash. The moon on the mists of the fresh fog Gave the entire landscape the appearance of eggnog. When what to my wondering eyes did come from the mist that sheened But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny chasmfiends, With a little old driver with books that weighed a ton, I knew in a moment he must be St. Sanderson. Edited December 16, 2019 by Ookla the Imperial 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Atlazanian Posted December 16, 2019 Report Share Posted December 16, 2019 That is a great poem. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FatherTiempo he/him Posted December 17, 2019 Report Share Posted December 17, 2019 More! I just know the eggnog. I meant ending. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Silva Posted December 17, 2019 Report Share Posted December 17, 2019 4 hours ago, ookla the unchanged said: And then the royal magic truthtelling thing said: "אוקלה הבלתי משתנה הוא זה שניצח באשכול" And everyone said okay, he won. .אתה משקר, זה אמר שאני אנצח. *ניצחה בעברית כי היא יכולה* 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
+Doomstick he/him Posted December 17, 2019 Report Share Posted December 17, 2019 But I win 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lunar Blessing she/her Posted December 17, 2019 Report Share Posted December 17, 2019 Nope, me 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Truthless of Shinovar he/him Posted December 17, 2019 Report Share Posted December 17, 2019 (edited) Ok ok, I'll make the full version (spoiled for length): Spoiler Twas the night before the last post, And all through the thread, not a sharder was stirring, not even a Nathranking. Though the house bundles of knobweed did hang everywhere, In the hope that St. Sanderson would come and remove all despair. The sharders were nestled all snug in the thread While visions of joyspren danced in their heads; And mamma in her havah, and I in my cap, Had just settled down for a long highstorm's nap, When out on the plains there was such a clatter I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter Lashed to the window, flying like a flash Soulcast the shutters, throw up the sash. The moon on the mists of the fresh fog Gave the entire landscape the appearance of eggnog. When what to my wondering eyes did come from the mist that sheened But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny chasmfiends, With a little old driver with books that weighed a ton, I knew in a moment he must be St. Sanderson. More rapid than ryshadiums his coursers they came, And he whistled, and RAFOed, and called them by name: "Now, Chasmfiend! now, other Chasmfiend! now that one Chasmfiend and ChasmfiendneifmsahC! On, Chasm! on, Fiend! on, the Second to Last of the Chasmfiends and Joe! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!" As pebbles that before the wild highstorm fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky; So up to the housetop the coursers they flew With the sleigh full of books, and St. Sanderson too— And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof a sound like a saw The clawing and scraping of each little claw. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Sanderson came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of books he had flung on his back, And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack. His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the glasses on his face looked slightly aglow; The pen he used to write clutched in his hand, And the Stormlight 4 rough draft looking so grand; He had a broad face and a little round belly That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose; He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight— “Happy Last Post to all, and to all a good night! "Oh and by the way, *wins*!" Edited December 17, 2019 by Ookla the Imperial 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
+Doomstick he/him Posted December 17, 2019 Report Share Posted December 17, 2019 Actually me 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lunar Blessing she/her Posted December 17, 2019 Report Share Posted December 17, 2019 Hmmmm. ~Nope~ 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
+Doomstick he/him Posted December 17, 2019 Report Share Posted December 17, 2019 Everyone greet my first shardcast convert 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lunar Blessing she/her Posted December 17, 2019 Report Share Posted December 17, 2019 do I have too? Hello! Where are they? 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
+Doomstick he/him Posted December 17, 2019 Report Share Posted December 17, 2019 End of page 642 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lunar Blessing she/her Posted December 17, 2019 Report Share Posted December 17, 2019 Hello @Ookla the Rithmatist!! 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AonEne he/him in an enby way Posted December 17, 2019 Report Share Posted December 17, 2019 Aha, convert! Hey there 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nathrangking he/him Posted December 17, 2019 Report Share Posted December 17, 2019 1 hour ago, Ookla the Imperial said: Ok ok, I'll make the full version (spoiled for length): Hide contents Twas the night before the last post, And all through the thread, not a sharder was stirring, not even a Nathranking. Though the house bundles of knobweed did hang everywhere, In the hope that St. Sanderson would come and remove all despair. The sharders were nestled all snug in the thread While visions of joyspren danced in their heads; And mamma in her havah, and I in my cap, Had just settled down for a long highstorm's nap, When out on the plains there was such a clatter I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter Lashed to the window, flying like a flash Soulcast the shutters, throw up the sash. The moon on the mists of the fresh fog Gave the entire landscape the appearance of eggnog. When what to my wondering eyes did come from the mist that sheened But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny chasmfiends, With a little old driver with books that weighed a ton, I knew in a moment he must be St. Sanderson. More rapid than ryshadiums his coursers they came, And he whistled, and RAFOed, and called them by name: "Now, Chasmfiend! now, other Chasmfiend! now that one Chasmfiend and ChasmfiendneifmsahC! On, Chasm! on, Fiend! on, the Second to Last of the Chasmfiends and Joe! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!" As pebbles that before the wild highstorm fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky; So up to the housetop the coursers they flew With the sleigh full of books, and St. Sanderson too— And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof a sound like a saw The clawing and scraping of each little claw. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Sanderson came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of books he had flung on his back, And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack. His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the glasses on his face looked slightly aglow; The pen he used to write clutched in his hand, And the Stormlight 4 rough draft looking so grand; He had a broad face and a little round belly That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose; He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight— “Happy Last Post to all, and to all a good night! "Oh and by the way, *wins*!" Someone should deliver a copy to Brandon himself!! Ookla the winman was a very winny Sharder 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Awakened Salad they/them Posted December 17, 2019 Report Share Posted December 17, 2019 1 hour ago, Ookla the Imperial said: Ok ok, I'll make the full version (spoiled for length): Hide contents Twas the night before the last post, And all through the thread, not a sharder was stirring, not even a Nathranking. Though the house bundles of knobweed did hang everywhere, In the hope that St. Sanderson would come and remove all despair. The sharders were nestled all snug in the thread While visions of joyspren danced in their heads; And mamma in her havah, and I in my cap, Had just settled down for a long highstorm's nap, When out on the plains there was such a clatter I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter Lashed to the window, flying like a flash Soulcast the shutters, throw up the sash. The moon on the mists of the fresh fog Gave the entire landscape the appearance of eggnog. When what to my wondering eyes did come from the mist that sheened But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny chasmfiends, With a little old driver with books that weighed a ton, I knew in a moment he must be St. Sanderson. More rapid than ryshadiums his coursers they came, And he whistled, and RAFOed, and called them by name: "Now, Chasmfiend! now, other Chasmfiend! now that one Chasmfiend and ChasmfiendneifmsahC! On, Chasm! on, Fiend! on, the Second to Last of the Chasmfiends and Joe! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!" As pebbles that before the wild highstorm fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky; So up to the housetop the coursers they flew With the sleigh full of books, and St. Sanderson too— And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof a sound like a saw The clawing and scraping of each little claw. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Sanderson came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of books he had flung on his back, And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack. His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the glasses on his face looked slightly aglow; The pen he used to write clutched in his hand, And the Stormlight 4 rough draft looking so grand; He had a broad face and a little round belly That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose; He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight— “Happy Last Post to all, and to all a good night! "Oh and by the way, *wins*!" Now I'm tempted to photoshop Brandon into a Santa costume... 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nathrangking he/him Posted December 17, 2019 Report Share Posted December 17, 2019 Ookla the winman was a very winny Sharder 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AonEne he/him in an enby way Posted December 17, 2019 Report Share Posted December 17, 2019 (edited) 3 hours ago, Ookla the Silent said: Now I'm tempted to photoshop Brandon into a Santa costume... Oh my gosh yes please PLEASE Edited December 17, 2019 by Ookla the Roleplayer 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FatherTiempo he/him Posted December 17, 2019 Report Share Posted December 17, 2019 Pleeeeeaaaaaaasssssse!!!!! 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nathrangking he/him Posted December 17, 2019 Report Share Posted December 17, 2019 Ookla the winman was a very winny Sharder 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Truthless of Shinovar he/him Posted December 17, 2019 Report Share Posted December 17, 2019 (edited) Yeah, it didn't come out quite how I wanted it to... @Ookla the Silent, photoshop would probably work a lot better than the computer software photo editing would Edited December 17, 2019 by Ookla the Imperial 6 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
+Doomstick he/him Posted December 17, 2019 Report Share Posted December 17, 2019 Io saturnalia! 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Atlazanian Posted December 17, 2019 Report Share Posted December 17, 2019 Io saturnalia! 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AonEne he/him in an enby way Posted December 17, 2019 Report Share Posted December 17, 2019 2 hours ago, Ookla the Imperial said: Yeah, it didn't come out quite how I wanted it to... @Ookla the Silent, photoshop would probably work a lot better than the computer software photo editing would IT'S BEAUTIFUL 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CrazyManth3 he/him Posted December 17, 2019 Report Share Posted December 17, 2019 No that St. Sanderson looks pretty good. Actually the very definite change between the two photos is absolutely perfect. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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