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Offline Kit Cat

Re: ~ Word of the Day ~
« Reply #1375 on: August 16, 2018, 09:38:40 AM »
There was a young woman who was easy to rile
For her temper was fiery and volatile
But then she got hot and heavy
With a handsome lapidary
And her gaffer’s never seen her with a bigger smile  ;D

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Re: ~ Word of the Day ~
« Reply #1376 on: August 16, 2018, 01:19:07 PM »
- You are calling ahead of schedule.
* I need to talk. Right now.
- Fine. I am here for you and listening.
* I feel like debunking it all. Tonight.
- Now, now. What have we established about rash decisions?
* What if I do not care?
- Caring never had been on the menu anyways. It is not an advantage, we both are aware of that. Voilatile reactions always have been your thing, yes?
* Your nonchalant attitude makes me sick.
- Is that so?
* Is that all you have to offer? Slimsy comebacks?
- Do you even have to ask?
* You will see. Everyone will see, bitch.
- It had been such a pleasure.
* You have no idea how much.



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Re: ~ Word of the Day ~
« Reply #1377 on: August 16, 2018, 01:51:51 PM »
(The opening octave for a Petrarchan sonnet in progress)

As in war, then too, in love (so it's said)
are broken hearts and heads 'neath rash actions,
lovers pasted by lies. False decisions
lead the foolish to live a life fast dead
in sense bereft! Lovers should stay abed
and not march off to strangers' attentions.
Cheating lips for the traitors' intentions
are best for kissing the musket-fire's lead.

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Re: ~ Word of the Day ~
« Reply #1378 on: August 17, 2018, 06:21:51 AM »
Today's word of the day is...

thwart
verb THWORT

Definition
1 a : to oppose successfully : defeat the hopes or aspirations of

b : to run counter to so as to effectively oppose or baffle : contravene

2 : to pass through or across

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Re: ~ Word of the Day ~
« Reply #1379 on: August 18, 2018, 12:21:49 PM »

  The canoe's thwart provided ample support to thwart the narrow, steep traverse between the two lakes.

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Re: ~ Word of the Day ~
« Reply #1380 on: August 18, 2018, 05:15:02 PM »
"If we manage to thwart this pass, the rest will be easy as kiss my hand!"

His deep voice resounded through the noise of the cold winds that whipped the three adventurers furiously. They had been following the path for days now, and, day by day, the weather had been growing worse and worse. As if the mountain itself tried to thwart the brave heroes, to stop them from accomplishing their mission. The relic rested right at the top, nestled neatly, safely guarded from the winds and the snow. Many had tried to get to it before but every attempt thus far had been thwarted and now countless corpses lied on the rocky terrains, some buried in snow and some, only half. Sad and pitiful reminders and warnings to any daring enough to try and thwart these lands.

And yet here they were. The three adventurers were not afraid. Gazing into those cold, dead stares of the ones who never made it didn't discourage them. The blizzard that made it near damn impossible to see a few feet ahead did not thwart them. They were set on getting their hands on the relic. After all, they had been commissioned by a King and for mercenaries like them, the gold was more precious than life. And King Tagramor had offered more than enough gold for that cursed object. In truth, not even they knew what it looked like.

The path was covered with snow and snow whipped the uncovered parts of their faces as they moved, the width of the way only allowing for a line as they thwarted the mountain. Aryod, the leader of the group, could vaguely see past the blizzard, at the other end of the pass. There wasn't long left, but with each step, the distance just seemed to lengthen. As if the pass moved once with their trek. Right behind him was Caelia. Compared to the rest of the band, Caelia looked like a fragile little thing with pointy ears. Yet no one foolish enough dared to say such to her face. Those silver eyes of hers that looked so innocent were just deceit. And anyone who'd really tried to put up a fight against her had been thwarted.

Behind Caelia stood Jarrad. Witty, annoying and arrogant human that the she-elf really had a hard time putting up with. But there was something else, too, for he'd tried long and hard to woo her. And just like those whose attempts at winning against her were thwarted, so were his. He hated her for it. Because he couldn't have her.

The blizzard only grew in intensity and one could hardly even see anymore. The exit from the pass disappeared behind that white wall and now, the three were truly disoriented. Aryod walked, careful, planting every of his steps deeply in the snow while turning his head to see if his companions were still there. He could very hardly distinguish a rocky edge, like an arch, opening above him, but he did not dare look at it. No, his eyes were fixed on where his boots fell and with so much focus on those steps he could hardly even register the surprised gasp followed by a genuine yell of fear coming from behind himself.

Turning on his heels, Aryod could see Caelia holding onto bare rocks for dear life. Despite standing so close to him, she had slipped. And while Aryod was slightly shocked by what was happening, Jarrad didn't seem phased. He didn't seem to even want to hurry to help the she-elf and, when Aryod did try to, he shouted through the storm.

"Her leg is surely broken! You sure you want to carry a cripple all the way up there?"

Aryod's shock was deepened by his comrade's words. How could he suggest such a thing?

"You're out of your minds!" He retorted, lowering himself and grabbing Caelia by an arm securely. He wasn't just about to...

"Think about it, if we drop her, there's more gold for each of us! She's really of no use to us any longer!" Jarrad insisted.

"You treacherous son of a..." Caelia shouted, gripping onto the helping arm, certain that it was safe. Oh, she would sure throw Jarrad from the highest cliff after this...

But gold. Gold made and unmade everything. Even fellowships. And Aryod was nothing if not greedy. There was a moment of pause. Contemplation, even in the storm, silence, even in the noise.

"Aryod... no..." Caelia almost begged as she felt the grip on her arm loosen. Try with all her might, she couldn't help herself up with her free arm and she scratched at the frozen rocks desperately as the grip loosened and loosened until her last scream pierced through the cold while her body disappeared in the blizzard.

And then... the two continued. There was still a way to the top and they had to thwart it. A day passed, two, then three. Jarrad and Aryod were exhausted and their food supplies had run low by then. And Aryod, most of all, was eaten up by guilt. His sleep had been tainted by nightmares. Caelia's mangled body instead of the relic that awaited at the top. Her reanimated corpse pushing him off the cliffs. Alas, the man hadn't slept ever since. And Jarrad... he couldn't be trusted. Aryod had handed the leadership over to him only so he could walk behind him. To make sure that the treacherous bastard wouldn't try to get rid of him, too. He wanted that gold, he needed that gold and he would have strangled his human fellow for it.

Today, the storm had been worse than in any other day. Aryod almost found himself in Caelia's situation once or twice but something kept him going. He'd thwarted death so many times before, why wouldn't he be able to, now? But they were close. Oh, so close. Jarrad had become impatient. He pushed, and pushed, exhausting himself, while his mind worked on planning. How would he get his hands on it and bring it back? Surely, Aryod wanted to kill him. He knew that, felt it in his gut. How could he thwart an assassination attempt? Paranoid thoughts burned him from inside and made him lose his rationality that day. By nightfall, the two were slowly ascending the last part of their journey and the blizzard had died down quite a bit.

Jarrad walked ahead but a hand was on his blade. He was ready, decided to finish it. It only took a second for him to withdraw and turn, but as he did, he found his strike already deflected by another blade. Aryod had been perceptive.

"I knew you'd do this!" He said, striking back with force despite being weakened by hunger and thirst. Oh, he would fight for his life and for his riches. The swords clanged and cut through the air as the two dueled. Jarrad attempted to cut his rival's head off but he, in turn, ran right underneath his blade and made a cut deep into his thick fur clothing with a single move.
 
It was a desperate dance of survival as the two attempted to thwart each other. The clanging continued and their feet moved dangerously close to the edges of the path. The metal blades crossed and pressed against each other as the two men gazed at one another. Jarrad grinned viciously as he stared right into his former comrade's eyes.

"She didn't slip. I pushed her." He said, the words having the desired effect of shocking Aryod enough to distract him while Jarrad swiped him off his feet and made him fall right into the abyss below.

The relic was all his. With a weak smile, Jarrad moved again, reaching the top of the mountain by duskfall. And there was, indeed, a cave, just as the legends told. It was small, but it truly offered protection from the elements. Jarrad really felt satisfied as he entered, or rather, crawled into it. He felt his heart swell in his throat as he laid eyes on the object that stood on a pedestal just an arm's reach away from him. The relic... It was real, it was there, it was...

His fingers, trembling, touched it, but as they did, he could hear how stone ground on stone until darkness took over the cave and Jarrad found himself to be lost in it. A darkness so deep that his eyes could not comprehend. And silence. Silence that soon began to hurt.

Thwarted. All this had been in vain. For on the pedestal, an inscription was carved into stone:

The pure of heart may touch
And the sinner shall be punished

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Re: ~ Word of the Day ~
« Reply #1381 on: August 19, 2018, 10:05:52 AM »
Today's word of the day (for August 18th) is...

adulation
noun aj-uh-LAY-shun

Definition
1 : excessive or slavish admiration or flattery

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Re: ~ Word of the Day ~
« Reply #1382 on: August 20, 2018, 04:43:40 AM »
Yesterday's word of the day was...

imperturbable
adjective im-per-TER-buh-bul

Definition
: marked by extreme calm, impassivity, and steadiness : serene



Today's word of the day is...

satiety
noun suh-TYE-uh-tee

Definition
1 : the quality or state of being fed or gratified to or beyond capacity : surfeit, fullness

2 : the revulsion or disgust caused by overindulgence or excess

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Re: ~ Word of the Day ~
« Reply #1383 on: August 20, 2018, 09:38:28 AM »

The great feast day of the village’s liberation from the great Wyrm, Volunzadier, was coming up and the whole inn was in a rather volatile state. Except, naturally, for Mistress Alliande, who ran the kitchen in such a nonchalant and imperturbable manner that one would think it was just an ordinary end week dinner that was Fate was trying to thwart her from bringing off—cooks and wenches running off together, vermin managing to slip into the pantry and larders, aged veterans of the liberation choosing that week to break their pledges of sobriety to see how long it took them to reach a state of alcoholic satiety.

But Alliande took it all in stride. There was a reason most of the other inns had such adulation for her.

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Re: ~ Word of the Day ~
« Reply #1384 on: August 21, 2018, 04:53:20 AM »
Today's word of the day is...

cerulean
adjective suh-ROO-lee-un

Definition
1 : resembling the blue of the sky

Offline Remec

Re: ~ Word of the Day ~
« Reply #1385 on: August 21, 2018, 07:20:53 AM »

Cerulean

Cornflowers try their best, but
even that
really isn't good enough,
unlike the
laid back
ease with which the empty
azure skies match the loveliness of your eyes,
Naturally bright and enchanting.

 8-)

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Re: ~ Word of the Day ~
« Reply #1386 on: August 22, 2018, 08:51:26 AM »
Today's word of the day is...

exigent
adjective EK-suh-junt

Definition
1 : requiring immediate aid or action

2 : requiring or calling for much : demanding

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Re: ~ Word of the Day ~
« Reply #1387 on: August 22, 2018, 08:59:10 AM »
He cursed himself for forgetting. He had duties! Responsibilities! Just because he was off on holiday did not mean that he could slack off and ignore the demands of the position that he had volunteered for! In the dark, stillness of the room as the other slept around him, the snoring from the corner bed helping to mask the sounds of his frantic typing, he quickly sorted through the files until he discovered exactly what was required. The glow of the computer screen reflected off of his glasses as he worked. With a final tap of the trackpad, the work was done, and he allowed himself a slow, relieved smile. He would have to find some suitable way to thank his partner in crime later for her reminder. The secret code had been sent.

After all, the Word of the Day was not simply some minor entertainment on Elliquiy as many might believe! Oh, no!  It was far, far more exigent thread than any might dare guess...

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Re: ~ Word of the Day ~
« Reply #1388 on: August 23, 2018, 07:03:50 AM »
Today's word of the day is...

oblige
verb uh-BLYJE

Definition
1 : to constrain by physical, moral, or legal force or by the exigencies of circumstance

2 a : to put in one's debt by a favor or service

2 b : to do a favor for

2 c : to do something as or as if as a favor

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Re: ~ Word of the Day ~
« Reply #1389 on: August 24, 2018, 08:04:25 AM »
Today's word of the day is...

marshal
noun MAR-shul

Definition
1 a : a high official in the household of a medieval king, prince, or noble originally having charge of the cavalry but later usually in command of the military forces

1 b : a person who arranges and directs the ceremonial aspects of a gathering

2 a : field marshal

2 b : a general officer of the highest military rank

3 a : an officer having charge of prisoners

3 b : a ministerial officer appointed for a judicial district (as of the U.S.) to execute the process of the courts and perform various duties similar to those of a sheriff

3 c : a city law officer entrusted with particular duties

3 d : the administrative head of a city police department or fire department

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Re: ~ Word of the Day ~
« Reply #1390 on: August 24, 2018, 10:10:47 AM »
Monte looked over the notice in his hand once more. The courier who had brought it was rocking on their heels awaiting a response from him. "What shall I tell his Grace?" asked the courier outright. The mercenary looked over the paper at the messenger and shrugged. "That is no answer that will do," the man objected. "The marshall was quite exigent that I get an actual response from each person I delivered that missive to. Will you oblige or no?"
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Re: ~ Word of the Day ~
« Reply #1391 on: August 25, 2018, 10:08:59 PM »
Today's word of the day is...

jaunty
adjective JAWN-tee

Definition
: sprightly in manner or appearance : lively

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Re: ~ Word of the Day ~
« Reply #1392 on: August 26, 2018, 07:29:56 PM »
Today's word of the day is....

puissant
adjective PWISS-unt

Definition
: of great force or vigor : strong, powerful

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Re: ~ Word of the Day ~
« Reply #1393 on: August 27, 2018, 04:50:12 AM »
Today's word of the day is....

rubric
noun ROO-brik

Definition
1 : an authoritative rule; especially : a rule for conduct of a liturgical service

2 : heading, title; also : class, category

3 : an explanatory or introductory commentary : gloss; specifically : an editorial interpolation

4 : an established rule, tradition, or custom

5 : a guide listing specific criteria for grading or scoring academic papers, projects, or tests
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Re: ~ Word of the Day ~
« Reply #1394 on: August 28, 2018, 04:56:27 AM »
Today's word of the day is....

lodestar
noun LOHD-stahr

Definition
1 : one that serves as an inspiration, model, or guide

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Re: ~ Word of the Day ~
« Reply #1395 on: August 28, 2018, 09:04:43 AM »
The painter stopped dead in her tracks, paralyzed by the enormous emerald orbs staring back at her from behind iron bars. His reptilian pupil slits appeared even taller than she was. His breathing sent a current of wind to whip over her face, even from the opposite end of the long cellar. His head lowered as he sized her up, undoubtedly examining how much meat she might provide for his endlessly hungry belly. His scales were shining in the moonlight which poured in from above, glinting along the shackle around his neck, binding him in imprisonment.

This beast was unlike any she had ever seen. She had been told the dangerous creature was called a dragon, and that he could spew flames from his throat. She knew it was risky to be so close to him, but once she beheld his majesty in person, she knew she had to capture his beauty. This dragon was the lodestar for her newest creation. And, when inspiration struck, it was impossible to ignore. So, she set up her stool, easel and paints, captured by the beast behind bars as she began painting his massive, moonlit form.

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Re: ~ Word of the Day ~
« Reply #1396 on: August 29, 2018, 04:46:54 AM »
Today's word of the day is....

taciturn
adjective TASS-uh-tern

Definition
1 : temperamentally disinclined to talk

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Re: ~ Word of the Day ~
« Reply #1397 on: August 30, 2018, 07:41:18 PM »
Today's word of the day is....

buttonhole
verb BUT-un-hohl

Definition
1 : to detain in conversation by or as if by holding on to the outer garments of
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Re: ~ Word of the Day ~
« Reply #1398 on: August 31, 2018, 06:10:12 AM »
Today's word of the day is....

duress
noun dur-RESS

Definition

1 : forcible restraint or restriction

2 : compulsion by threat; specifically : unlawful constraint

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Re: ~ Word of the Day ~
« Reply #1399 on: September 01, 2018, 06:50:19 PM »
Marguerite peered into the tarnished mirror, hoping her eyes were not too red. She could always have a couple more drops of belladonna, of course; appearing before everyone as anything less than perfectly put together was out of the question.

She had done everything she could to stop it all from coming to this. She had wept, raged, pleaded, bargained… even considered running away for a short while. But one like her could never disappear, and any family friend who gave her shelter would be guilty of high treason, and treated accordingly. This, the ceremony about to take place in the chapel across the courtyard, was the lot of any princess, not just her own… it was just suddenly a lot harder to stomach when she was the one about to be handed over like the alliance asset that she was.

Never mind that the alliance about to be struck was like a castle built on sand, and it was not only Marguerite herself who could see that. Lorraine was much more the kind of friend to keep close, even if Marguerite’s choice had not lain with them. Navarre, on the other hand, was volatile at best, and had switched allegiances once already - who could say they would not switch again? But her brother’s mind was made up, and suggestions that he had less political acumen than his sister, although accurate, would be unwise. He barely tolerated his ministers as it was.

So Marguerite put on her bravest face and appeared on time, resplendent in her red brocade dripping with jewels, every inch the queen she was about to become. And if she resented her brother’s nudge when she hesitated a moment too long before saying ‘I do’, she showed nothing, only offering a silent nod.

Twenty-five years later, that nudge and silent nod would help free her from an alliance she had never wanted or honoured. After all, a pledge under duress is no pledge at all.