The drop was evaluated based on how well your random words fit into the madlib of the Raven! More apt answers, and answers that ended up creating a theme earned you higher points! Offering incorrect answers resulted in a nibble (Sah, Ray), offering answers the chest found unamusing (Locke) resulted in a bite, and doing the entire assignment wrong (Adam) resulted in nearly losing a finger. Everyone else feels refreshed!
Korbin wins the drop and gains +3 luck. Rin, Sunjata, and Seren all receive +1 luck.
Noah's Poem
Once upon a chair dreary, while I bent weak and weary,
Over many a defeating and curious volume of forgotten echoes.
While I nodded, nearly running, singing there came a tapping,
As of someone gently catching, catching, at my chamber ursur.
"Tis some visitor" I muttered, "tapping at my chamber ursur—Only this, and nothing more."
Dongle, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying clock wrought its ghost upon Hak Etme.
Always I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my geese surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the terrible Lenore—
For the rare and ancient maiden whom the fungi named Lenore—
jewel-less here forevermore.
As Noah places his paper in the opening, a tongue reaches out and licks his hand. He feels refreshed
Rin's Poem
Once upon a Rin dreary, while I promised weak and weary,
Over many an eager and curious volume of forgotten waves.
While I nodded, nearly howling, faithfully there came a tapping,
As of someone gently watching, watching, at my chamber moon.
"Tis some visitor" I muttered, "tapping at my chamber moon—Only this, and nothing more."
Onomatopoeia, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ocean wrought its ghost upon heaven.
Faithfully I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my conversations surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the blue Lenore—
For the rare and dreamily maiden whom the stars named Lenore—
loveless here forevermore.
AsRin places his paper in the opening, a tongue reaches out and licks his hand, lingering around one of his fingers. Rin receives +1 luck to his stats.
Korbin's poem
Once upon a Noah dreary, while I dreamed weak and weary,
Over many a white and curious volume of forgotten mice.
While I nodded, nearly singing, often there came a tapping,
As of someone gently flying, flying, at my chamber spear.
"Tis some visitor" I muttered, "tapping at my chamber spear—Only this, and nothing more."
Tittilating, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying snow wrought its ghost upon Halo.
Badly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my reindeers' surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the cold Lenore—
For the rare and clear maiden whom the wolves named Lenore—
'tundraless here forevermore.
AsKorbin places his paper in the opening, a tongue reaches out and licks the raven. Curling around his wrist, the tongue holds the bird in place for a moment. Korbin wins the drop! He receives +3 luck.
Seren's Poem
Once upon a Safrin dreary, while I sailed weak and weary,
Over many a blue and curious volume of forgotten birds.
While I nodded, nearly living, very there came a tapping,
As of someone gently dying, dying, at my chamber seashell.
"Tis some visitor" I muttered, "tapping at my chamber seashell—Only this, and nothing more."
Lollygagging, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying treasure wrought its ghost upon Torchline.
Gladly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my flowers surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the warm Lenore—
For the rare and hazy maiden whom the families named Lenore—
starless here forevermore.
As Seren places her paper in the opening, a tongue reaches out and licks her hand, lingering around one of her fingers. Seren receives +1 luck to her stats.
Maeve's poem
Once upon a sand dreary, while I swirled weak and weary,
Over many a dainty and curious volume of forgotten madame.
While I nodded, nearly titillating, easily there came a tapping,
As of someone gently agonizing, agonizing, at my chamber dragon.
"Tis some visitor" I muttered, "tapping at my chamber dragon—Only this, and nothing more."
Monopolylogue, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying flower wrought its ghost upon the Wishtide Waterway.
Enourmously I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my waves surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the effervescent Lenore—
For the rare and sinful maiden whom the torches named Lenore—
flowerless here forevermore.
AsMaeve places her paper in the opening, a tongue reaches out and licks her hand. She feels refreshed
Melita's poem
Once upon am empanadas dreary, while I shot weak and weary,
Over many a faithful and curious volume of forgotten tides.
While I nodded, nearly blistering, brightly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently waving, waving, at my chamber chorus bee.
"Tis some visitor" I muttered, "tapping at my chamber chorus bee—Only this, and nothing more."
Snickersnee, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying cannon wrought its ghost upon Torchline.
Carelessly, I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my arrows surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the sinister Lenore—
For the rare and hungry maiden whom the idiots named Lenore—
bowless here forevermore.
As Melita places her paper in the opening, a tongue reaches out and licks her hand. She feels refreshed
Sunjata's Poem
Once upon a knife dreary, while I flickered weak and weary,
Over many a mischevious and curious volume of forgotten cities.
While I nodded, nearly dancing, soon there came a tapping,
As of someone gently vanishing, vanishing, at my chamber glass.
"Tis some visitor" I muttered, "tapping at my chamber glass—Only this, and nothing more."
Bumbershoot, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying galaxy wrought its ghost upon the lighthouse.
Perfectly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my wolves' surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the ravenous Lenore—
For the rare and glowing maiden whom the songs named Lenore—
oceanless here forevermore.
As Sunjata places his paper in the opening, a tongue reaches out and licks his hand, lingering around one of his fingers. Sunjata receives +1 luck to his stats.
Varus's poem
Once upon a tent dreary, while I fought weak and weary,
Over many a playful and curious volume of forgotten boots.
While I nodded, nearly following, seldom there came a tapping,
As of someone gently observing, observing, at my chamber tree.
"Tis some visitor" I muttered, "tapping at my chamber tree—Only this, and nothing more."
Malarkey, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying night wrought its ghost upon the Queen's Gambit.
Faithfully I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my storms surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the vibrant Lenore—
For the rare and hungry maiden whom the soldiers named Lenore—
shadowless here forevermore.
AsVarus places his paper in the opening, a tongue reaches out and licks his hand. He feels refreshed
Raza's poem
Once upon an elephant dreary, while I bamboozled weak and weary,
Over many an uptight and curious volume of forgotten lice.
While I nodded, nearly masturbating, glacially there came a tapping,
As of someone gently barking, barking, at my chamber STI.
"Tis some visitor" I muttered, "tapping at my chamber STI—Only this, and nothing more."
Squeegee, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying dwarf wrought its ghost upon the outhouse.
Cheesily I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my crystals surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the savory Lenore—
For the rare and glittery maiden whom the dildos named Lenore—
gumdropless here forevermore.
AsRaza places her paper in the opening, a tongue reaches out and licks her hand. She feels refreshed
Locke's Poem
Once upon a fuck dreary, while I fucked weak and weary,
Over many a plump and curious volume of forgotten fucks.
While I nodded, nearly fucking, erotically there came a tapping,
As of someone gently biting, biting, at my chamber bitch.
"Tis some visitor" I muttered, "tapping at my chamber bitch—Only this, and nothing more."
Pontificate, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying cat wrought its ghost upon Stormbreak.
Stupidly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my cakes surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the scrawny Lenore—
For the rare and bitchy maiden whom the dicks named Lenore—
assholeless here forevermore.
AsLocke places his paper in the opening, teeth close around his fingers, leaving several bite marks.
Sah's poem
Once upon a wolf dreary, while I fought weak and weary,
Over many a feisty and curious volume of forgotten storms.
While I nodded, nearly winning, warmly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently ???? , ????? , at my chamber sword.
"Tis some visitor" I muttered, "tapping at my chamber ???—Only this, and nothing more."
Bamboozle, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying lightning wrought its ghost upon the Tundra.
Playfully, I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my blankets surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the weird Lenore—
For the rare and blue maiden whom the sweets named Lenore—
chocolateless here forevermore.
As Sah places his paper in the opening, teeth close around his fingers, leaving deep bite marks along his knuckles
Ray's poem
Once upon a flower dreary, while I ate weak and weary,
Over many a green and curious volume of forgotten herbs.
While I nodded, nearly sneaking, weirdly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently ???? , ???? , at my chamber root.
"Tis some visitor" I muttered, "tapping at my chamber ????—Only this, and nothing more."
Blubber, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying water wrought its ghost upon the beach.
Quickly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my cookies surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the ambiguous Lenore—
For the rare and funny maiden whom the cats named Lenore—
breezeless here forevermore.
AsRay places her paper in the opening, teeth close around her fingers, leaving deep bite marks along her knuckles
Aurelia's Poem
Once upon a knife dreary, while I exploded weak and weary,
Over many a duck-like and curious volume of forgotten bagpipes.
While I nodded, nearly boggling, enormously there came a tapping,
As of someone gently boogying, boogying, at my chamber idiot.
"Tis some visitor" I muttered, "tapping at my chamber idiot—Only this, and nothing more."
Brouhaha, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying volcanic crater wrought its ghost upon the closet.
Unnecessarily, I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my gizmos surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the godawful Lenore—
For the rare and alcoholic maiden whom the tail feathers named Lenore—
guanoless here forevermore.
AsAurelia places her paper in the opening, a tongue reaches out and licks her hand. She feels refreshed
Adam's poem
AsAdam places his paper in the opening, teeth close around his fingers. Biting through nearly to the bone and spilling fluid over the lid, the ascended will likely need to see a healer or risk losing a finger entirely.
Korbin wins the drop and gains +3 luck. Rin, Sunjata, and Seren all receive +1 luck.
Noah's Poem
Once upon a chair dreary, while I bent weak and weary,
Over many a defeating and curious volume of forgotten echoes.
While I nodded, nearly running, singing there came a tapping,
As of someone gently catching, catching, at my chamber ursur.
"Tis some visitor" I muttered, "tapping at my chamber ursur—Only this, and nothing more."
Dongle, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying clock wrought its ghost upon Hak Etme.
Always I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my geese surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the terrible Lenore—
For the rare and ancient maiden whom the fungi named Lenore—
jewel-less here forevermore.
As Noah places his paper in the opening, a tongue reaches out and licks his hand. He feels refreshed
Rin's Poem
Once upon a Rin dreary, while I promised weak and weary,
Over many an eager and curious volume of forgotten waves.
While I nodded, nearly howling, faithfully there came a tapping,
As of someone gently watching, watching, at my chamber moon.
"Tis some visitor" I muttered, "tapping at my chamber moon—Only this, and nothing more."
Onomatopoeia, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ocean wrought its ghost upon heaven.
Faithfully I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my conversations surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the blue Lenore—
For the rare and dreamily maiden whom the stars named Lenore—
loveless here forevermore.
As
Korbin's poem
Once upon a Noah dreary, while I dreamed weak and weary,
Over many a white and curious volume of forgotten mice.
While I nodded, nearly singing, often there came a tapping,
As of someone gently flying, flying, at my chamber spear.
"Tis some visitor" I muttered, "tapping at my chamber spear—Only this, and nothing more."
Tittilating, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying snow wrought its ghost upon Halo.
Badly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my reindeers' surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the cold Lenore—
For the rare and clear maiden whom the wolves named Lenore—
'tundraless here forevermore.
As
Seren's Poem
Once upon a Safrin dreary, while I sailed weak and weary,
Over many a blue and curious volume of forgotten birds.
While I nodded, nearly living, very there came a tapping,
As of someone gently dying, dying, at my chamber seashell.
"Tis some visitor" I muttered, "tapping at my chamber seashell—Only this, and nothing more."
Lollygagging, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying treasure wrought its ghost upon Torchline.
Gladly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my flowers surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the warm Lenore—
For the rare and hazy maiden whom the families named Lenore—
starless here forevermore.
As Seren places her paper in the opening, a tongue reaches out and licks her hand, lingering around one of her fingers. Seren receives +1 luck to her stats.
Maeve's poem
Once upon a sand dreary, while I swirled weak and weary,
Over many a dainty and curious volume of forgotten madame.
While I nodded, nearly titillating, easily there came a tapping,
As of someone gently agonizing, agonizing, at my chamber dragon.
"Tis some visitor" I muttered, "tapping at my chamber dragon—Only this, and nothing more."
Monopolylogue, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying flower wrought its ghost upon the Wishtide Waterway.
Enourmously I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my waves surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the effervescent Lenore—
For the rare and sinful maiden whom the torches named Lenore—
flowerless here forevermore.
As
Melita's poem
Once upon am empanadas dreary, while I shot weak and weary,
Over many a faithful and curious volume of forgotten tides.
While I nodded, nearly blistering, brightly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently waving, waving, at my chamber chorus bee.
"Tis some visitor" I muttered, "tapping at my chamber chorus bee—Only this, and nothing more."
Snickersnee, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying cannon wrought its ghost upon Torchline.
Carelessly, I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my arrows surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the sinister Lenore—
For the rare and hungry maiden whom the idiots named Lenore—
bowless here forevermore.
As Melita places her paper in the opening, a tongue reaches out and licks her hand. She feels refreshed
Sunjata's Poem
Once upon a knife dreary, while I flickered weak and weary,
Over many a mischevious and curious volume of forgotten cities.
While I nodded, nearly dancing, soon there came a tapping,
As of someone gently vanishing, vanishing, at my chamber glass.
"Tis some visitor" I muttered, "tapping at my chamber glass—Only this, and nothing more."
Bumbershoot, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying galaxy wrought its ghost upon the lighthouse.
Perfectly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my wolves' surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the ravenous Lenore—
For the rare and glowing maiden whom the songs named Lenore—
oceanless here forevermore.
As Sunjata places his paper in the opening, a tongue reaches out and licks his hand, lingering around one of his fingers. Sunjata receives +1 luck to his stats.
Varus's poem
Once upon a tent dreary, while I fought weak and weary,
Over many a playful and curious volume of forgotten boots.
While I nodded, nearly following, seldom there came a tapping,
As of someone gently observing, observing, at my chamber tree.
"Tis some visitor" I muttered, "tapping at my chamber tree—Only this, and nothing more."
Malarkey, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying night wrought its ghost upon the Queen's Gambit.
Faithfully I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my storms surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the vibrant Lenore—
For the rare and hungry maiden whom the soldiers named Lenore—
shadowless here forevermore.
As
Raza's poem
Once upon an elephant dreary, while I bamboozled weak and weary,
Over many an uptight and curious volume of forgotten lice.
While I nodded, nearly masturbating, glacially there came a tapping,
As of someone gently barking, barking, at my chamber STI.
"Tis some visitor" I muttered, "tapping at my chamber STI—Only this, and nothing more."
Squeegee, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying dwarf wrought its ghost upon the outhouse.
Cheesily I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my crystals surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the savory Lenore—
For the rare and glittery maiden whom the dildos named Lenore—
gumdropless here forevermore.
As
Locke's Poem
Once upon a fuck dreary, while I fucked weak and weary,
Over many a plump and curious volume of forgotten fucks.
While I nodded, nearly fucking, erotically there came a tapping,
As of someone gently biting, biting, at my chamber bitch.
"Tis some visitor" I muttered, "tapping at my chamber bitch—Only this, and nothing more."
Pontificate, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying cat wrought its ghost upon Stormbreak.
Stupidly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my cakes surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the scrawny Lenore—
For the rare and bitchy maiden whom the dicks named Lenore—
assholeless here forevermore.
As
Sah's poem
Once upon a wolf dreary, while I fought weak and weary,
Over many a feisty and curious volume of forgotten storms.
While I nodded, nearly winning, warmly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently ???? , ????? , at my chamber sword.
"Tis some visitor" I muttered, "tapping at my chamber ???—Only this, and nothing more."
Bamboozle, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying lightning wrought its ghost upon the Tundra.
Playfully, I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my blankets surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the weird Lenore—
For the rare and blue maiden whom the sweets named Lenore—
chocolateless here forevermore.
As Sah places his paper in the opening, teeth close around his fingers, leaving deep bite marks along his knuckles
Ray's poem
Once upon a flower dreary, while I ate weak and weary,
Over many a green and curious volume of forgotten herbs.
While I nodded, nearly sneaking, weirdly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently ???? , ???? , at my chamber root.
"Tis some visitor" I muttered, "tapping at my chamber ????—Only this, and nothing more."
Blubber, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying water wrought its ghost upon the beach.
Quickly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my cookies surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the ambiguous Lenore—
For the rare and funny maiden whom the cats named Lenore—
breezeless here forevermore.
As
Aurelia's Poem
Once upon a knife dreary, while I exploded weak and weary,
Over many a duck-like and curious volume of forgotten bagpipes.
While I nodded, nearly boggling, enormously there came a tapping,
As of someone gently boogying, boogying, at my chamber idiot.
"Tis some visitor" I muttered, "tapping at my chamber idiot—Only this, and nothing more."
Brouhaha, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying volcanic crater wrought its ghost upon the closet.
Unnecessarily, I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my gizmos surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the godawful Lenore—
For the rare and alcoholic maiden whom the tail feathers named Lenore—
guanoless here forevermore.
As
Adam's poem
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