About Arthon

About Arthon

Pahyum

"Seeing as how I worship our Lord Sir Arthon, I feel I can give my expert opinion that Arthon prefers two pairs of lips, not just two lips."

Roger Shrubstaff

(singing) Chosen by a Jury of his Peers
of his fellow players gathered here....
He's the Flurb, of the Year....
He's the Flurb, of the year....

There he is, the Flurb of the year
There he is, your RP'er
The dream of a million flurbs who cannot fight can come true
in character anyway
For he may turn out to be the King of Flurbiness

There he is, the Flurb of the year
There he is, your ideal
With so many flurbs here he took e-sam by storm
With his leet staff masta skills and role-playing form

He's the Flurb, of the Year....
He's the Flurb, of the year....

Mack playas ballas grindas.
Yeah I'm the real true flurb of the year.
Will ya feel me.
Ha ha flurb of the mutha' f*ckin' year...
fear, I'm just the mack playa' flurb of the year, bitch.
flurb, flurb on...

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Pahyum

Lord Sir Arthon, The Greatest of Greats,

I wish to pledge my undying devotion to you. I am aware that I am barely worthy enough to speak your name, but do know that I have built extra temples to you this day.

Lord Sir Arthon, The Mightiest of Mighty,

I hear by decree to you that you are in dire need of one who appreciates you for all your glory and will spread your light across the seven seas. Someone who will shout your deeds to the mountain peaks. One who will bring you beer whenever you request.

Lord Sir Arthon, The Godliest of Gods,

I lay down my life to your service. I wish to take a belt by you. Of course, none is worthy to wear colors from thou so I feel it be best that I should start with a piece of leather tied off with shoe string. Then, after my great contributions made to you have been recorded one day I may be able to color my shoe string red so that I may become thou's squire!

Let the torch burn bright! May ye have good time to think on this matter! And be prepared to have your very own pyramid made in your likeness!

Rand

Just a hint, no one who actually lives near Arthon worships him. Maybe, just maybe there is a reason for that.

Roger

Yes, it's called Arthon's Law.

Basically the degree of reverence is increases proportional to the distance squared (with a certain minumum universal metaphysical constant).

Thus, no one in Texas reveres him, he is somewhat fondly thought of in Neverwinter, Goldenvale and Blackspire. When he traveled to Afghanistan, Payhum was suddenly overwhelmed by the deific effect, and will remain so until he returns.

Rolando Darkjester

In honor of uncle artie.. I compose..

"VLarp Chick,
How I can't quit you,
Not sure whether its the skimpy clothing,
the pale skin, dark lipstick, or the razor marks on your thighs.

Sometimes I wonder whether you are Emo, or Gothic,
But then I decide, it doesn't matter..

Heroin Skinny and strung out,
Or drunk and overly flirtatious.

Vlarp chick,
You are my vice..."

Cira Chaosdragon a Moment of Prayer

O Sir Arthon, our young warriors, idols of our hearts, go forth to battle-be Thou near them! With them, in spirit, we also go forth from the sweet peace of our beloved firesides to smite the foe. O Arthon our God, help us to tear our foes to bloody shreds with our sticks; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of flurbiness with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with their little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it-for our sakes who adore Thee, Arthon, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of stick, of Him Who is the Source of stick, and Who is ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Arthon.

Sebastian

I've signed in as Sir Arthon, before. The PM called me, not knowing it was me that did it, and asked who the hell "Sir Arthon" was and what park is he from. I told him Arty was the little flurb n00b that showed up in hakama pants (there was actually a n00b that fit the descrip) and signed in as "Sir" because he didn't know the rules yet and his persona was a great knight of some flurbtastic city-state called "The Golden City", so he signed in like that.

He bought it.

Rand

Have you met Arthon? He is the late 90s incarnate.

Korderellin

That guy just sucks at gay chicken.