a tad bit more of **SHOW STOPER **

Lepidus's mother named Lacmira,was lead out of the stall and into one of the pastures and her little colt trailed behind happily . Lacmira slowly swished her tail as Lepidus slept underneath her . A unfamiliar horse came whinnied into the pasture ,as the horse was uncliped from the lead line it  came galloping toward the mother and foal  at full speed . As the sound of thundering hooves was herd by Lepidus he instantly woke and stood behind his mother . The stranger horse slowed as it came closer to the pair and winned " Lacmira its me !" . The horse was troting forward and looked very happy to see Lacmira and as soon as he came close Lacmira nusseled him happily . "and who is this hun ?" the strange horse looked at Lepidus . Lepidus looked at Lacmira "mama who is this ?" Lacmira nusseled Lepidus "that is you father Sparten but u can call him dad " . Spartin snichered and nusseled Lepidus .

well i need to go to bed now Templado  

i am tacking a brek from **SHOW STOPER**

so to get my head in the zone i decided to find some video to motivate me and this one is nice but i wish the music was like Unearthed or Enya well something like that would make it perfect and i know i allready used this video but i could not find what i was looking for

Templado

"Ethan, I'm Sorry, but this is Bigger than Friendship."

So said Phil as he cut the rope to the hot air balloon, ignoring Ethan's pleas to help them and his cries that they were best friends, thus releasing Ethan and James into the air and to their possible demise...
We believed in you, Phil! We thought that you were still going to come through!!!
Will Phil come back and redeem himself? Only time will tell, but until then, The Ceiling Fan, Season 3 is over, and we eagerly await Season 4. But until then, here is the final song from the season, appropriately titled: "Goodbye, Farewell".
Just so you understand the circumstances, Ethan is essentially saying goodbye to Phil in this song. It's so SAD!!! And it makes me cry just like Come Back Jimmy made me cry.
Ah, well...here it is. (With lyrics!)

And now that I have commemorated the Season Finale of TCF (The Ceiling Fan, for you acronym-challenged people out there), I'd like to announce that Saturday's musical practice will involve pretty much everyone, 'cause we'll be learning choreography for Once Upon a Time, and singing through "Almost There".
I hope that you've all enjoyed this little broadcast, and that you're having fun. And now, I must beg you, now more than ever, to never, EVER trust Phil if you meet him on a dark road. He has something now that he values more than his friendship with Ethan, and we still don't know what it is. The danger is close, people. More on this later.
How to end this post?
Of course!
"Goodbye...farewell...goodbye...farewell..."
-President Fantasy
P.S. Now I think I'll go cry over Ethan's predicament for a while...or wonder how he's going to get out of this hot air balloon!

more of ** SHOW STOPER**

Lepidus walked to his mother and was starving ,he poked at his mom not knowing what to do . His mother turned her head and shoved him right next to her leg and instinct kicked in and two minutes later sweet relief came to him in the form of delectable mothers milk  . A young girl came into the stall and petted Lepidus's mother and put something on her in which Lepidus later found out was called a halter . The girl grabbed  

sorry got to go to bed, templado

look at this my peeps

sorry guys i just had to put this up agian for its epicness this has so much epicness i could pop from its epicness i mean friesians epic ! and this music epic !! but both combined EPICNESS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                        templado

** SHOW STOPER ** (a little part of a story i came up with )

Lepidus took a heaving breath and tryed to remember what had happened but miserable pain shook his body . He tryed to stand but the task was impossible and he gave up ,his master held his head on her lap and tears ran down her rosy cheeks .Many humans surrounded him as he struggled to tack a breath soon all the moments that ever happened in his life flashed before the dyeing horse's eyes and it  started something like this

.........................................................................................................................

Lepidus opened his eyes for the first time, his mother stood next to him and licked his slimy newly formed coat and looked at him with her tender eyes she bent down and touched his mussel with her"s and slowly the tiny foal tryed to stand but fell onto the soft bedding below . Shortly after the infit took his first step and was standing tall . After a short period of time several humans gathered around the large stall to see the slimy newborn  after the humans came one stepped into the stall and dried the foal off to reveal a beautiful healthy colt the baby was snow white ,so white the they probably should have put a sign saying " do not look directly at foal or will suffer total blindness "

 so far all i got Templado (was horselove but now templado )

ATTENTION! READ CAREFULLY! AND COMMENT!

 If you don't comment, I'm going to assume you didn't read this. So COMMENT! Please! There is important information contained in here!
As you all know, we had our Lords of the Pencil trial on Sunday, on the charges that Murtagh is a traitor to the Varden and to Eragon. The verdict was...NOT GUILTY! Thanks to everyone who participated, and let's do another one soon!
And in other news...I am desperately waiting for Episode 42 Part 2 of The Ceiling Fan!!!
Okay, okay, not really LOTP news...but I'm DESPERATE!
DESPERATELY desperate!
Also, I'll write more of Chapter 5 of ATTSTW soon...
And here is the official word of the musical practices. This is the important information. I think this should work for everything:
Basically, we're going to have a practice once per week, one hour long, on Saturdays from 2:00 P.M. to 3:00 P.M. I think we need it once a week to get ready in time. BUT here are the rules for it!
If you have somewhere really fun to go, and you can't make it, don't sweat it! It is NOT a big deal. Just try to make it, and if you can't, then just try to warn me ahead of time, so I don't get it all ready and then get disappointed.
We're also going to go ahead of it no matter who is there and who isn't. For example, if Tiger and Dreamer can't make it, then Raistlin and I will practice his parts, or our songs together. If Tiger is there, and no one else, we'll work on her specific solos and duets and suchlike things. If I'm all alone, I'll work on the script. I'll also try to post a few days before the practice what we'll be practicing, and who needs to be there. Tiger will need to be there more often than Raistlin, and I'll need two people at one time, and stuff like that. But just try to show up every Saturday, two o'clock, for one hour.
Well. Enough about that. If you object to this plan, comment. If you don't, comment. So just comment. Even if you're not signed in. Please, take the trouble to sign in and COMMENT! Thank you.
And here's a link to the Ceiling Fan site, just because I haven't put one up for a while. www.ceilingfanpodcast.com
And here's a link to the Odyssey site, because I haven't put one up for a while.
AND make sure to vote on the brand new poll, and to check out the Lords of the Pencil Pages! (Underneath the club member descriptions).
All for now! Have a good one, and...
...just like always...
...Don't trust Phil if you meet him on a dark road.
-President Fantasy

Part of Chapter 5: "Hey There, Shorty"

Here is part of Chapter 5: "Hey There, Shorty". (As the title of the post suggests). Note: The title was previously "Enter the Gangster", but it has been edited to match updates.

Notch smiled. Hope had just left the room. Good. She was behind on her schoolwork, anyway. She was involved in this too much, he thought. Then again, it wasn’t as if she had a choice. He had taken away her normal childhood thirteen years ago.

Did he regret it? In a way, he supposed, he did. But regret was not something that Notch did well. Reliving the past was pointless; too much like running around in circles.

Yet, perhaps, reliving the past was a way through.

In fact, the only way through.

For Notch had forgotten. He needed to remember, and he wasn’t certain why. He didn’t know how much he had forgotten, or whether it really was important. Specifically, he needed to remember Simile.

            Notch crossed over to his desk and opened a drawer, revealing a drawer full of cell phones. He dug through and found the one he was looking for, and quickly scrolled down the history. He needed to find the beginning…the first text message on the phone. The first text he had ever received.

To: Notch

From: Simile

I’ve seen you on the Town Hall forum. I’ve seen your potential. I was wondering if you would mind working for me.

            A sinister smile crossed Notch’s face. Oh, yes, she saw his potential. She had seen his potential as no one else ever had. He remembered receiving the text, now, and remembered feeling a childish excitement at receiving something so simple.

            He had found Simile. No, she had found him. Picked him up off the street and dusted him off, so to speak.

            First he had loved her for it.

            Before everything changed.

            Simile was beautiful. Charming. Personable. Noble.

            What man wouldn’t fall for her?

            Notch brushed away all of the memories. Yes, he had wanted to remember, but not this much. He stood for a moment, silent, staring at the text message, then with a sudden speed, he slipped open another drawer. It was full of various bits of paper and phone numbers, but he bypassed most of the files, digging through to the very bottom. There, lying crumpled below an old, ripped newspaper article, was a photograph.

            Notch picked it up, smoothing it out. The picture was of a smiling man with black hair. A red-haired woman leaned on his arm, resting her head against his shoulder. Her hand rested on her stomach, which bulged slightly, an obvious expression of her pregnancy.

            Notch tried to remember exactly where he had gotten the photograph. He thought it had come from a background check that Notch had made fifteen years ago on the man.

            As he gazed closely at the man in the photo, Notch nodded slowly in approval.

            Flicker Peterson, indeed, looked a great deal like his father.

            Gasp! Notch has a photograph of Flicker's dad? Why? And did Notch really fall in love with Simile all those years ago? I don't know, I'll have to write the rest later. Oh, well. Hope you liked this part of the chapter! See you on the other side of the glass. 

RANDOM QUOTE FROM THE CEILING FAN:
"Look, boys, we're here!"
"You always say that."
"Well, it's my trademark!"
"Maybe you need, uh...a different trademark."

-President Fantasy

Trial of the Century!

Just a quick reminder: The infamous "Murtagh on Trial" will be taking place this Sunday, with Horse Love prosecuting, yours truly defending, Raistlin as the judge, Dreamer the jury, and Tiger the bailiff. The official charge is that Murtagh is a traitor to the Varden. I've written down below your separate roles:

PROSECUTOR (Horse Love): Your duty is to convince the judge and jury that Murtagh is guilty of the charges (he is a traitor to the Varden). You may call witnesses to support your case (that is, quote characters from the book) and give all the examples and reasons you can think of.

DEFENSE (President Fantasy): My job is to convince the judge and jury that Murtagh is innocent of the charges against him. I can attack Horse Love's argument all I want, but I am NOT allowed to attack her directly. (This goes for her too. For example, if I started saying that Horse Love had barely ever read the book, and that she doesn't know anything, and why should we listen to her anyway, then that would be attacking her character, not her argument, and she could object, or the bailiff could step in.)

JUDGE (Raistlin): He asks questions and in general tries to get to the bottom of things. He also decides whether to pass or stop an objection. Like, if Horse Love said something that I found to be irrelevant and uncalled for, then I could call "Objection!" The judge would call on me, I would state my objection, and he would either say "Sustained" (You're right. Horse Love, don't say stuff like that again), or "Overruled" (Shut up, Fantasy, you're bonkers).

JURY (Dreamer): She passes a verdict: Guilty or not guilty, at the very end.

BAILIFF (Tiger): Last but not least, the bailiff keeps the prosecution and defense from being at each other's throats. Also, she protects the books by making sure nobody says something untrue about the book.

That's it. Also, the Evergreen State Fair is tomorrow. All people who come before 1:00 in the afternoon get in free, so, Tiger and Horse Love...that's a possibility, if you like the idea. Tell your parents. After one, though...it isn't free. And the rides certainly aren't.
I'm still writing Chapter 5, but I do have a title: "Hey There, Shorty".
Hmm...
And Episode 42 Part 1 is out! Go Kevin!
Don't trust Phil if you meet him on a dark road.
Or any road, for that matter.
-President Fantasy

Kanadia News

 This just in: Kanadia is now going to have a character profile for almost every major character! Yay! In fact, I already started on it. The first character on this is.... Gandan. I hope you enjoyed this broadcast.

-Tiger

"Never Give Up! Never Surrender!"

Believe it or not, that was actually the original motto of LOTP. I know, right?
Our dear Tiger and Horse Love are gone, but while they are, I cannot abandon my posting.
Lords of the Pencil news:
1. Tiger and Horse Love are gone, as I mentioned. We are doing our best to survive WITHOUT them for ten days!
2. I contacted Tonks about writing Chapter 5 of A Text to Save the World, but as she has not responded (and hasn't been given a debriefing on ATTSTW yet) we're changing plans. I'll write Chapter 5, and we'll hold off on her chapter until she learns about the book. Sound good? Okay.
3. Episode 42, Part 1 is supposed to be out...by Monday. Vaguely. As Kevin says, and when Kevin says something about due dates...you must take it cum grano salis. What that has to do with LOTP news...I don't know. That's never stopped me before, though.
4. Let's add a fourth point. There.
And that's all for now! I know, GASP! Short post. But I'll have more...I'll have more...
And in the words of Dr. Horrible...
"Peace! But...not literally..."
-President Fantasy

The adventures of Fish

This is the next part of The Adventures of Fish So if you find anything you don't like about it please leave a comment.
As Fish grew up, he pretty much had the exact same schedule, he would get up, eat Breakfast, do school,eat Lunch, Do more school, Play with his friends, eat Dinner, and go to Bed. So he had a normal Life. But usually he would, well, in his free-time he would Imagine things that he knew could never happen. But oh if you ever feel this way for anything, think again, for our friend Fish here once was at home when he noticed something, Something spectacular, like nothing you've ever seen before,for example take the most wonderful thing you have ever seen in you're life and multiply it, by six.
This is all I want to right right now I'll right more later! Over and Out!
-Dreamer

Raistlin Writes a Chapter!!!

  Guess what? Raistlin finished Chapter 4!!! Here it is, and soon, I will write Chapter 5!

Chapter 4

"Have You Ever Heard of the Starfall Syndrome?"

            This was as far as Flicker Peterson got.

            I mean in writing the story. He lived quite a bit longer. I, however, shall not drop off in the middle, but shall continue on to the end.

            I won't explain how I came upon this story, or the extraordinary events that led to it. I won't explain how in the middle of the night, I found a cell phone on my doorstep, or how I searched for clues to who gave me the phone, and came across the text messages that led to my researching the strange story that will unfold. I will not explain any of these things.

            Enter your narrator.

            Who am I? Your narrator, of course.

            So. Let us begin where Flicker left off, shall we?

            Flicker approached the warehouse with caution, for he did not trust Notch. Notch opened the door, and walked inside.

            Hope said, “Come on, Flicker! There’s nothing to worry about.”

            Flicker followed Hope inside. He gasped. The room was gigantic! There were dozens of inventions, whirring and beeping and buzzing and surging with power. Two of them were Tesla coils, the electricity passing between them like spider webs. There was a table with chemicals that bubbled and hissed and generally made a lot of noise. In the middle there was a chemical that did not bubble or hiss, but stayed unnaturally still -- even without ripples.

            “Have you ever heard of the Starfall Syndrome?”

            Flicker whirled around to face Notch, standing there with a calculating expression, his hands behind his back.

            “Mr. Notch?” Hope said nervously, glancing from Notch to Flicker.

            “Hope, go do your math.” Hope left the room, looking back at Notch over her shoulder.

            “As I said…Have you ever heard of the Starfall Syndrome?”

            “No…” Flicker said slowly. He had a sense of forboding.

            “It’s a highly potent virus which, when injected into your bloodstream, kills you within the hour.” While Notch spoke, he picked up a vial from the table -- the one that made no noise -- and poured it into a shot needle.

            “And?”

            “Have you ever heard of a woman named Simile?”

            “No,” Flicker replied, glancing sideways at the door.

            “She has not approached you in any way, shape, or form? A text message, for example?” Notch asked.

            “No! That was you, not Simile! What did you mean by ‘Don’t do it’, anyway?”

            “She will approach you, and if you do not turn her away, I will inject you with the Starfall Syndrome.”   

  That's it. HA HA HA HA!!! Now I FINALLY get to write my chapter!!!

  Wait...Unless Tonks claims her right to write the next chapter. I'll have to talk to her first. 

  Oh well.

  Over and out. 

-President Fantasy

P.S. By the way, this is like my first post when I didn't mention The Ceiling Fan or Adventures in Odyssey!!! Oh, wait...I just did.

Hey I said I would post!!!

Hello everybody. I give my GREATEST apologize for not going on the Blog for a long time! But  I will try my hardest  to post more! I also want to announce that The Lords of the Pencil has SIX DOLLARS  you can applaud at any time! And the Lords of the Pencil club is so lucky to have a WONDERFUL treasurer!!! So PLEASE forgive me for not going on the Blog very much!
-Dreamer 

Tiger's (Short) Farewell Speech from your Leader

Goodbye, Tiger. If you read this before you leave, then remember: Dance hard, sing loud, project, and tell the story. We'll have some LOTP stuff to do when you come back, so be prepared!
-President Fantasy
 P.S. I just drew a drawing of Rea. I think it's my best one thus far.
P.P.S. And when you come back...hopefully there will be another Ceiling Fan! Fingers crossed! (I know, I know...I'm obsessed. Oh, well. Good thing to be obsessed with.) Farewell, Tiger, and HAVE FUN!!!

"I've Been Called Out!"

  Hey, everybody! You've probably noticed...the blog's a little different. Why, you may ask? Well, I kind of like this background better. I can get the old one back, if you really want it, but let's give this one a try. There are some more backgrounds, too, if you want it. We can try them all.
  In Lords of the Pencil news: This Saturday is the next musical practice! Just letting you all know. It's at one o'clock to two o'clock in the afternoon. All right? Okay. Next.
  Tiger, we need to have a meeting sometime soon about your book. Name your date and time, and we'll go ahead.
  Also, the Eragon movie thing...Let's talk to our parents. We'll have it as soon as we can get the Eragon disc in one of our homes. The race is on. Get the DVD, somebody. LOTP army...CHARGE!!!
  And now, dear friends, I hope you will give me license to vent for a moment. I want only a minute of your time. Nothing more.
  Would it be so hard to maybe take less than a month to get The Ceiling Fan out? I mean, especially with legions of fans hanging on every word these guys say, can't they just please, please, PLEASE get Episode 42, Part 1 uploaded so that we won't DIE every time that we check iTunes and there is no new episode? "Oh, no, I'm gonna die today..."
  That's all for now. Over and out.
RANDOM QUOTE:
"This fan podcast has been so bold as to call me out."
"Call you out, Ethan?"
"That's right, Phil. I've been called out."
-President Fantasy