Many years ago I use to role-play D&D on the computer. Actually it was when Prodigy first started up.  Several of us met in a place called the Peaceful Warrior Inn and the Vampire Pub.  There we would rp on the honor system.  It was fun and simple then.  Now things have changed and all the new games have brought on line playing.  There is no more room for imagination.  Well back then my character was a lady Warrior who went by two names, Lady Isobell, or The Gentle Warrior.  I started out a Paladin and worshiped the goddess Solistra, During my many battles I won great gifts and helped many of my friends along with them helping me from time to time also.  Then I was given a gift by a dear friend Darkpanther, I was able to become a rather huge white bangle Tiger with smoke stripes and emerald eyes.  Those were such good times.  My imagination soared, and so did my artwork.  It was like the rping became my muse and lead me into realms I never dreamed possible.  How I wish I could turn back time just for a week and enter that realm with my friends once more.  Sadly that can not happen so here I give you a couple of poems that I wrote.  This was Lady Isobell as she laid in the Emerald Forest by Crystal Lake thinking of her dearest friend and love Darkpanther.

Lost in Thoughts

She lifts her massive head as a voice echos across Crystal Lake.

A voice, it was of the Lord of all Cats, that she could not mistake.

She listened as her soulful eyes watched the moons reflecting off the water clear.

These words she had heard before...oh the pain, the sorrow she did fear.

An inn in the middle of a small little town,

A place she knew in her heart she would always be bound.

A lady with golden tresses sits by the fire with a friend.

Oh so long ago...her heart will never mend.

A large black panther at her side did lay,

the way the two usually did end the tiresome day.

She looked to him with soft emerald eyes,

his huge black sleek body making her look small in size.

"Tell me my friend of your time in the past?"

He looked to her with golden amber eyes and sighed "A spell I shall cast"

The flames rose up like maidens and gents

Like dancers with each swirling blaze they sent.

The tale they told on that fateful night

was one of a panther that caused the lady fright.

As the words on the winds echo down in their sound,

the white tiger shed a tear as her head slowly went back to the ground.

Her heart ached..her mind pondered.. her soul lost in time,

to give him her undieing love.. was that such a horrible crime?

I give you just a taste of that fateful heartfelt tale,

Of one called Darkpanther and his lady love....Isobell.

by Kautreena "Isobell" Steinhoff