Date: Sun, 9 Mar 1997 15:10:05 -0400 From: "Quinn@GhostWheel" To: quinn@vv.com Subject: GhostWheel Message(s) 1 - 100 from *Storylines (#5236) X-Mail-Agent: GhostWheel (casper.bga.com 6969) Message 1 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri May 26 04:28:32 1995 CDT From: Quinn (#2) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: We left our heroes... Maybe someone should post synopses of the current plots to pique interest amongst newcomers. -------------------------- Message 2 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 24 00:49:38 1995 CDT From: Collosus (#4496) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Bodyguard for hire... Due to a high amount of bodies found around the complex, I am now hiring myself out as bodyguard to defend the weak and protect the innocent, evil will not prevail...so help me!!! -------------------------- Message 3 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Sep 27 12:32:38 1995 CDT From: Yzryel (#5314) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Current Tinyplots Hello, having the bad 'school account' connection that I have I can't seem to stay on long enough to follow through any of the tinyplots that are going on and sometimes I'm in the dark about a lot of them. So, I was wondering if someone could actually put this list to good use and update me (and all others who may be interested) as to what are the current tinyplots or even the major storylines that are going on. This way I'm sure a lot of people who find themselves in the middle of a storyline will at least know a little bit about. Afterall isn't this list made especially for that reason? Thanks in advance. Yzryel, rider of Elwynd. -------------------------- Message 4 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Sep 27 22:07:38 1995 CDT From: Collosus (#4496) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: 4 mysterious weapons found... recently rumors have surfaced from the wastelands about the uncovering of four ancient weapons found in the outer reaches of the realm. These weapons are marked with writing nobody seems to completely understand. Each weapon has one word written on them, rumor has it that the wrods are (War, Famine, Pestilence, and Plague) The meaning of these weapons is unclear. One of the weapons has been rumored to now reside somewhere on Mt. Morilith, as to the others they were hidden out of the reach of mankind til they could be better researched... -------------------------- Message 5 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Sep 28 16:12:23 1995 CDT From: Tadewi (#3791) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Relations I just have to wonder about all the different IC relations on GW. Especially with Chaos. Just wondering if we could clarify this for people who are confused, cause I've run into several who are. As for me, just for the record, I'm blood-related ICly to Xanadu, Kara, and Andi. Restin is my big brother through an adopted sense only. Hee, first time for me to leave a post! Also on a side, Tad is ICly very ill right now with a strange illness called Ragrah's fever. Yjezra, Deckard, and Restin know what it is. But, that's just a tinyplot. Bye-bye Taddypole -------------------------- Message 6 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Oct 4 18:19:17 1995 CDT From: Onyx (#7476) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Relatives... I am the youngest sister of Exotika and Foxglove. We were abandoned by our parents on Jizo Island just after I was born. We are in search of our parents still...to this day. If anyone has and information...please let me know. Also...for the record. Exotika and I are NOT friends with Foxglove due to a certain event that occurred in our past with her male warrior friends. And warning....she is turning evil. Onyx -------------------------- Message 7 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Oct 4 18:21:23 1995 CDT From: Onyx (#7476) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Correction Oops...something got messed up. It was supposed to read: ..due to a certain event that occurred with foxglove's male warrior friends. And warning, she is turning evil. -------------------------- Message 8 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Oct 11 19:09:28 1995 CDT From: Yjezra (#5288) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Ymzrei/Jamal The dessicated remains of a human were found out in the wastelands by the Dark Adept, last week. Upon examination of the remains it was found that the search for Jamal, formally Ymzrei of Morlith Aeyrie is over. The cause of death is uncertain. -------------------------- Message 9 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Oct 11 19:24:23 1995 CDT From: Yjezra (#5288) To: *DragonRiders (#5915), *RPG (#1193), and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: @Roster of DragonRiders Here follows a roster of all riders and dragons on Mount Morlith Aeyrie at this time: Yjezra, rider of garnet Lyrzrath; Ykaire, rider of obsidian Raesaalth; Yzryel, rider of obsidian Elwynd; Yariel, rider of amethyst Chalkydra; Yseult, rider of obsidian Tierz'yrrlan; Yllwynd, rider of sapphire Rystan; Yscampi, rider of pearl Tysharra; Yama, rider of sapphire Lythril; Yttrium, rider of emerald Telluri; Yroshi, rider of pearl Lyizrait; Ytschen, rider of emerald Rhyzltaen; Ykalmar, rider of pearl Ryarkk; Ylanya, rider of sapphire Thyrzraith; Yalon, rider of garnet Saraaka; Balth, rider of amethyst Syndrill and Tyrlan, rider of sapphire Bryzzlok. Welcome to all new riders and Blessings on all at Morlith Aeyrie. -------------------------- Message 10 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Oct 11 19:26:50 1995 CDT From: Yjezra (#5288) To: *RPG (#1193) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Yjezra's return Last week after Yjezra's kidnapping by Red Fang, she was rescued by Balth, The Dark Adept and Tybon. She was not harmed and Red Fang paid for his crime. -------------------------- Message 11 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Oct 12 21:54:20 1995 CDT From: FireIce (#7476) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Marriage I am happy to announce that DryWater and I (Onyx) were married on Toosay Island by Friar Dunkirk on Monday, October 9th. There were some delays, and Drywater and I deeply apologize to those who attended the service. Thank you so much for your patience and presence. We are glad you all came. And special thanks to Mulder and Friar Dunkirk for your help. FireIce (Formerly Onyx) -------------------------- Message 12 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Oct 16 10:12:31 1995 CDT From: Yjezra (#5288) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Dragons Anyone out and around the R/T helipad and Ghost Wheel last night around sunset, might have been surprised to see several dragons flying in what appeared to be a chase. There was no battles going on. It was the mating flight of the garnet dragon Lyrzrath. Tho several males participated in the chase, Raesaalth mated Lyrzrath. In about a month Lyrzrath will lay her clutch of eggs, and within two months after they will hatch. Clear skies and happy flights! -- Yjezra, rider of Lyrzrath, DragonMistress -------------------------- Message 13 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Oct 20 04:16:21 1995 CDT From: Mulder (#709) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Onyx and Muldo After Onyx and DryWaters wedding, as the story goes, Mulder (That's me) was seized with jealous rage, and tried using the first circle shapeshift spell on someone else, namely Onyx. Mulder decided to change Onyx into a fox, because that's just the way he is. Biiiiig mistake. The spell went fine for a little while, but in the middle of the incantation, Mulders focus blew out on him like a pulled groin, and the spell went down in flames, but not before changing Onyx into a creature greatly resembling a recomb. As a result of the spell, Mulder got a very big headache and Onyx lost her baby. Aside from the spell, the two events are utterly unrelated, I assure you. In any case, Onyx now bares a great resemblance to a recomb, but is not as such. OOCly, Muldo's a really great guy and you should send him money. The spell may be broken/reversed sometime in the future. Maybe we can turn Mulder into a refrigerator recomb... anyway. -------------------------- Message 14 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Oct 22 20:37:42 1995 CDT From: Ybld (#7992) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Ybld Due to certain events in Ybld's past that she is completely oblivious too, she is operating under something of a magical curse. The net effect of this curse is that she becomes 'possessed' (for lack of a better word) on nights of the new moon and begins to act violently irrational (almost homicidal at times.) I'm arbitrarily assuming that the time of the new-moon on Ghostmoo is the same as in rl, so Ybld's first attack is slotted for Monday the 23rd of October (at least that's what my calendar says.) I won't take any actions that might seriously injure or kill another character (at worst I might take a few 'stun' swings at characters I know OOCly that I probably won't hit anyways; otherwise I'll rely on 'poses'.) However, if you object to violent 'poses' being directed towards your character, please page me if Ybld enters the same room as you, and I'll ignore you. Note that if you decide to interact with Ybld in any way ICly (beyond avoiding her), you're fair game. Ybld is not exactly insane. She will have some slight control over her actions, which will dwindle as time progresses. Whatever the case, she will not remember anything she did the next day. That's about it. Oh. . . I'll add the title Xeyrait to Ybld's name anytime she is 'possessed.' That should help make it clear as to what state she happens to be in. -------------------------- Message 15 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Oct 23 18:31:32 1995 CDT From: Kynwal (#1610) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Strange days... An unwashed and unshaven figure who speaks to all who bother to listen. Once a suitable crowd has gathered, which sometimes means one person or none at all. The man speaks with a faint gleam in his eye... "It has come again! The abomination of all that is holy! The unholiest of unholies! The crown prince of evil! The duke of death! The harbinger of the horsemen of the apocalypse!" He takes a moment to make a dramatic pause, making sure his audience is hanging on his every word now. He hunches down, his voice going to a whisper, "the three-headed hellspawn on the wheel has vanished...and the enigmatic warrior Omar with it...and now...a terrible dragon creature stalks the creatures of the wheel. Some recognize it, and they call the creature Glimmerdark. It is the stuff of hell given shape. It is said it vanishes and reappears without rhyme or reason. Where does this massive creature go? How did it get here?" Drawing himself back as throws his arms in the air to screech, "the end of the world draws near! A new age is about to begin!" He lowers his arms and smiles with a childlike smile that only seems to be able to be made by those who are insane. He says finally barely audible, barely above a whisper. You have to lean close to even hear the words... "Something wicked this way comes...." And with that he walks off with an odd shuffling gait. A few people look at their neighbors before walkin off muttering to themselves. Some people stare after the form, obvious worry written in their faces. -------------------------- Message 16 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Oct 28 03:36:41 1995 CDT From: Ivory (#8560) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: ... Ivory is fairly new to the area. She has come from a rather secluded island knowing only her mother and her brother. She came to look for them here because the pair came to ghostwheel a few years back and never returned. Ivory is here in search of them, and in the mean time, has no place to call her home. No family to call her family. She is looking for a niche, where she can fit in. She was a guest on Mount Morlith, but decided that that life was not for her. (Among other things oocly) So, if anyone would like to expose Ivory to something you think she may enjoy or suggest some place where she can stay and become a part of a group, please let her know. Ivory -------------------------- Message 17 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Nov 11 17:10:23 1995 CST From: Tadewi (#3791) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Tadewi's personalities... Ok, I think there has been a bit of confusion when it comes to my character's personalities, so I thought I would straighten things out here. Tadewi is a multiple personality, which means besides herself (the core) she has two completely different conciouses inside her mind. These two are Sulamith and Michaela. Sulamith is the 'evil' one who oftentimes can hurt people, however, for the sake of the game, I never have her kill anyone. At the most, she may knock a person unconscience. Tadewi has absolutely no idea what Michaela or Sulamith do while they are in control, unless someone tells her afterwards. I have researched this heavily, especially since I'm a psych major in college and this disorder has long fascinated me. If anyone has any OOC problems with me, or misconceptions, please contact me via page or catch me when I'm OOC. I'll be glad to work things out or clear up any questions. Merci, Taddypole (Tadewi de Mystique) -------------------------- Message 18 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Nov 11 17:12:20 1995 CST From: Tadewi (#3791) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Ooops, typo... Yipe, I meant consciences...not consciouses...sorry. Taddypole -------------------------- Message 19 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Nov 21 06:33:16 1995 CST From: Jaymez (#9150) To: *ideas (#504), *Character-Issues (#5282), *Chat (#5391), and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: I put what here? Are there any sentient creatures out there, weither human, recomb, or the like who feels they like to be part of a group? I would like to present Kazemui; New beginnings. This is a new religion I have created, and would greatly like other beings to help me with the growth of Kazemui, however, I am still waiting for a citadel, and the details of this new religion are still a new stages. Any input on this, please reply to me, I'd like some priests, female, male or other, and anyone else who'd like to be part of this new step in GhostWheel. Glorious dawnings, and blessings to you all, HighPriest Jaymezukrizet. -------------------------- Message 20 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Nov 28 23:59:35 1995 CST From: Ybld (#7992) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Demonic possession and other fun things... For those of you who might remember...Ybld is supposed to be possessed by a demon on nights of the New Moon. Unfortunately...the time schedule I had set out for her possession isn't working out (corresponding her sessions with actual new moons means I missed the last one due to Thanksgiving and will miss the next due to Winter Break). Therefore...I am arbitrarily setting her next possession for sometime next week...probably the 5th unless my schedule freaks out or the MOO is down. All are invited. Bring crucifixes...they won't work, but what the hay? Ta. :) -------------------------- Message 21 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Nov 29 22:08:00 1995 CST From: Zillah (#5587) To: *Storylines (#5236) Hello everyone, I am recent convert the dark side you could say and I'm looking for other players with 'evil' characters for plotting purposes. I'm not talking hack and slash, but honest roleplaying. Anyone interested, please page or mail me. Thanks, Zillah -------------------------- Message 22 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Dec 1 19:11:20 1995 CST From: Zillah (#5587) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Victim found... Zillah is currently holding Tybon prisoner in her underground lab out in the wastes. She allows him to leave her lab, because she is testing a new drug made to make him more susceptible to magical domination. The drug has odd effects on his normal personality. Once she is done testing the drug, she plans to use him for new torture techniques. -------------------------- Message 23 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Dec 2 15:01:21 1995 CST From: Katrin (#8505) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Katrin and Dak Industries. This is to let any interested know that Katrin has been recaptured by Dak Industries and is believed she has been terminated for being uncontrollable. -------------------------- Message 24 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Dec 4 14:44:56 1995 CST From: Ybld (#7992) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Just a reminder... Tomorrow, on the 5th, I'll be running my possession tp. Like the last time, combat will be primarily posed. I will not oocly be trying to kill anyone's character and would appreciate the same courtesy. Of course, I am more than happy to maim and/or kill on request. I will however be acting violent, so, if this bothers you, it would be best to avoid my character at this time. As in the last time, I will have the title Xeyreit while possessed. Just a reminder. :) --Ybld -------------------------- Message 25 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Dec 22 05:20:08 1995 CST From: Balth (#3746) To: *DragonRiders (#5915), *Storylines (#5236), and *RPG (#1193) Subject: Odd things on the horizon. Elendil, Balth and Yjezra flew over the walls last week to investigate some blackish objects discovered by extremely long-distance dragon patrols. They did not actually go out, but using a magical item called a 'scope', they were able to verify the existence of the objects. The distance is not known, but lies to the northeast of the walls. An expedition will soon be mounted to discover what these objects are. OOC: this will most likely occur after X-Mas break Questions can be directed to Balth, Yjezra or Elendil. -------------------------- Message 26 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Dec 22 05:28:02 1995 CST From: Balth (#3746) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Previous post OOC: Regarding previous post, anyone looking for lots of good rp'ing time, contact me. Large turnout expected, so the more I hear from you about times, the easier it will be to organize. It *will* take more than one session. Thrills, chills, spills! Danger Intrigue, Money! No experience required! Just call 555-Balth!, that's 555-Balth! (sorry about the shameless plug.) Naaa. Balth -------------------------- Message 27 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Dec 25 18:59:47 1995 CST From: Necrobot (#9848) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: From out of the waste... During a particularly violent sandstorm, a lone figure wandered out of the Waste. For the first few days it seemed confused, barely sentient. Where did this half-human, half- machine come from? What is its purpose? No one knows, not even the creature. All it remembers from before the storm is the name... Necrobot. OOC Okay, so it's kind of schticky. It seemed a neat idea for a character.] ---------- Necrobot -------------------------- Message 28 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jan 3 05:32:04 1996 CST From: Balth (#3746) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: reminder Howdy all, just a reminder to those of you I haven't gotten to see in person, Wednesday night at 8pm, at the R/T round room, will be the start of an rp-intensive round of sessions. Intrigue, suspense and treasure provided, all you have to supply is...you! Bring a tent and show up and we'll all be there! Funboy Balth -------------------------- Message 29 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jan 3 05:35:49 1996 CST From: Balth (#3746) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: last post Oh yah, that's 8pm CST, BTW. Sorry. :) Addendum-adder Balth -------------------------- Message 30 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jan 6 13:13:44 1996 CST From: Yjezra (#5288) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Morlith Clutch Almost two months ago, garnet dragon Lyrzrath laid a clutch of seven eggs. They are due to hatch shortly. New riders for these hatchlings will be wanted soon. Anyone interested in becoming a DR, please contact Yjezra or any of the DR's. Blessings and Clear skies.. --Yj, rider of Lyrzrath, and DragonMistress. -------------------------- Message 31 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jan 8 02:04:08 1996 CST From: Balth (#3746) To: *RPG (#1193) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: New Genesis For those of you who were involved in the New Genesis expedition, the closing of it was an OOC mistake. Noone is to blame, nevertheless it puts IC things in an awkward position. Everyone who was involved in the quest, please @send me mail and I will inform you of relevant issues. Balth -------------------------- Message 32 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jan 8 12:17:44 1996 CST From: Soljenhara (#9687) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Sol's duel natures. Thought I would take a moment hear to clear up what I meant in my plan about Sol's duel natures. She has the predatory insticts of a lion and the compassion of a human, but the two are never acting at the same time. When in her predatory nature, (I'll have her title set as 'Predator' when in that nature), she will act just like a lioness in the wild would and is totally untameable, and hard to reason with. When in her compassionate human nature, she is very caring and humane, and often carries great guilt at what she has done while in her predatory phaze, trying to make it up to anyone she hurt at that time. However, even when her animalistic side has taken over, she does not simply attack like a madwoman. She must be provoked in some way. (Albeit it's easier to provoke her while under the influence of her beastial nature.) Hope it's all clear. =) Sol -------------------------- Message 33 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jan 8 23:14:27 1996 CST From: Tybon (#7159) To: *ideas (#504), *RPG (#1193), and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Woodworking tools Would the person who has 'borrowed' my woodworking tools please return them. They have personal value, and I need them for my work. My cottage has been moved, but if you just drop them in the Lost and Found, I'll pick them up. Thanks. Tybon -------------------------- Message 34 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jan 11 20:53:57 1996 CST From: Afahs (#5424) To: *RPG (#1193) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The future Hello, I am a ShadowFax representative. I would like to warn everyone that ShadowFax is very upset at Dakirion. You probably don't know this, but Dakirion has been holding back vital information, information that concerns the public. As the only "media" corporation still intact, we feel that it is our job to justify these wrongs. One of the biggest blockades that Dakirion uses to slow the flow, is the helipad. Without the helipad, information flow stops, but, if Dakirion would lose control of the helipad, and it was a, "public" transportation system, information would flow freely, and the oupblic would be informed. We have already started our retrobution by forming a team of the finest fighters available. They have found some key Dakirion members and executed those responsible. More executions will follow, but that's not all. Soon, ShadowFax's team will have taken control over the helipad. No one, I repeat No One! will be allowed on the helipad during this occupation. SF cannot allow this injustice to go any further, so we must emphasize what Dakirion is doing to the information flow. I strongly suggest that no one, no matter how strong you think you are, should step foot on the helipad. (I will post a date as to when the occupation will occur. I'll give advanced notice) Afahs (Case #213586) -------------------------- Message 35 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jan 30 15:01:27 1996 CST From: Soljenhara (#9687) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Sol's natures. Ok, here's one more attempt to clarify Soljenhara's duel natures. When in her predator nature, Soljenhara has little rational thought. She thinks like an animal, like a lion, a predator if you will. She instinctively protects and follows the orders of Restin, who has become her guardian. Any provocation will set her off to attack. Even if someone has every reason to attack Soljenhara (i.e. She's tracked and trapped someone in a corner) she will not see it that way. Things are black and white to her while in her predator nature. She sees someone attacking and attacks back, regardless. When in her human nature, she has full rational thought and feels great guilt over what she has done while in the predator nature. She is very empathic then and will do what she can to make up any wrongs she has done. She also tends to be shy. That's all I guess. Hope this clears up some misconceptions. Thanks, Sol -------------------------- Message 36 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jan 30 21:12:09 1996 CST From: Ybld (#7992) To: *DragonRiders (#5915) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Ybld's death Plagued by her inner demons, Ybld threw herself off the cliff-side of Mt. Morlith. Syndrill, her dragon friend, tried to save her, but was too slow and Ybld's body smashed into the rocks below. She died almost instantly. Witnesses reported that the face of her corpse was serene, and strangely triumphant. -------------------------- Message 37 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jan 31 17:25:48 1996 CST From: Afahs (#5424) To: *RPG (#1193) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Chaos As the official bagman of ShadowFax, I am instructed to deal with the matter of Chaos' death. Chaos was a freelance assassin and master thief that ShadowFax hired often. We mourn his death. Kara was correct, Chaos comendeered respect. No one can replace him. ShadowFax does not recognize Darkhawk as the new Master of Evil. To allj you evil doers, contact a ShadowFax representative (me,Sylk,Tadewi,Restin,or Demon). ShadowFax, with the aid of the public, will find you a new "boss." Now, to deal with Mantle. Mantle is trying to organize all the mages to combat the corporations. First of, its just dumb. Without ShadowFax, you don't have communicators, fingers, and other things (newspaper too). We can only speak for ourselves when we say, "Mess with us, and you might get hurt. We play hardball in Austin." Mages by definition are not to be organized like that. They are loners, always have been always will. Mantle, think it over bub. If you want to learn more about SF, contact us. We're kinda like the CIA, NSC, and FBI plus Viacom all in one. We do everything and more. Afahs -------------------------- Message 38 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Feb 1 01:06:55 1996 CST From: Mantle (#9814) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Association My dear Afahs, Your post exemplifies most clearly why such an Association as ours must exist. Your heavy handed tactics will be met with the resistance, stoicim, patience and rigour of the Desert itself. Your need to control is in conflict with the human (no matter what current form thereof) desire for freedom and fulfilment. People of Goodwill everywhere have heard the call of the Wheel. Corporations willing to adapt to the new way of life, will find things easy. Those that do not, will find things to be difficult. Threatening my life does not make me any less dedicated, nor does it make my cause less just. Thank you for the warning and the information. yours, Mantle. -------------------------- Message 39 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Feb 1 16:44:20 1996 CST From: Yseult (#4778) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: More from Morlith. Seems that two unnamed riders have left Morlith for no stated reason. The names of the two are speculated upon. After all, with all the 'Y' names, it's hard to say for sure, but the two dragons seen with them are pearl and black in color. Rumors about the two range from them running from the wrath of the Mistress to the two have aligned themselves with evil factions to they left the mountain peacefully. (Any other rumors are left up to players. Just don't get too outrageous. =) -------------------------- Message 40 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Feb 1 19:14:46 1996 CST From: Sylk (#9819) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: ShadowFax Due to the extreme nature of Afahs' viewpoints and actions, he has been fired. ShadowFax's new bagman is Gideon. He will give announcements as to the happenings in the information world. He will also act as ShadowFax representative on meetings and negotiations. We feel that h e will do a better job than Afahs. Ahfahs gave all of you a negative image of ShadowFax. ShadowFax is not some secret corporation that tryies to rule the world and hurt people. We protect the people by giving them access to information. We are not the enemy, we only want to help you. Mantle, ShadowFax extends its hand to you. We are the corporation that will change with the times, by changing to the needs of our public.. We are here to help you, and everyone else the best we can. -------------------------- Message 41 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Feb 1 19:22:56 1996 CST From: Sylk (#9819) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Our last post Just to clarify something, Gideon is not hired by ShadowFax. Gideon owns ShadowFax. He is the primary stock holder, the boy with the bucks. Just like Bill Fates makes announcements (Windows 95 TV special) and attends meetings (he met with some other software stud), Gideon does that for us. He owns the company, leaves the operations up to us, but he still makes public appereances. I repeat, Gideon has no official position. He just makes public appearances for us, that's it. I know I'm confusing you all, so I'll make it easy. Afahs was fired, Gideon offered to make public appearances for the company, an do other things. Ok, cool. -------------------------- Message 42 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Feb 4 23:20:54 1996 CST From: Zillah (#5587) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: I'm Chaos, he's Mayhem, we're a double act *grin* Well, Zillah has continued her research on Tybon, and is injecting him with a strange virus that she has created from her knowledge of toxicology and her mage powers that she has developed to further her intentions. Any who run into Tybon may catch this virus, but only if they wish to rp it out as it isn't coded or anything, it's just for those who want too. Anyone else can be strangely immune. The virus causes physical appearances to change. There is a great amount of weight loss, some hair loss, and other symptoms such as purple spots on the skin an/or dark circles under the eyes. Also there is a hacking cough present. More to come on this later, I'm sure! Zillah, That wacky mad scientist -------------------------- Message 43 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Feb 7 00:00:27 1996 CST From: Balth (#3746) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Zillah's Trial. The notorious toxicologist and kidnapper Zillah was captured last evening after taking Yseult hostage and demanding the return of her test subject Tybon. A devious plan was thought up by Yroshi, Balth and Tybon in order to capture her and free Yseult. The mage used a shapeshifting spell to guise himself as Tybon, allowing the trade of Balth (playing possum) for Yseult. Once back to her lab, Balth freed himself from the spell, taking Zillah and another into custody. The other person taken was released shortly thereafter. Zillah is being held in the Morlith prison cells. Dakirion Industries has already put out a warrant for her head for the murder of her ex-lab partner. A jury will be selected, representatives from Dakirion and the DragonRiders should apply. Send all requests for Jury Duty to Tybon. Balth -------------------------- Message 44 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Feb 7 03:01:35 1996 CST From: Clara_Bow (#2376) To: *Storylines (#5236) Will Zillah ever get eir comeuppance? Will Yseult ever get back to her beloved riders? What exactly is Tybon up to with that spatula and hand grenade? Will the dragon rider's obsession for hard-to-pronounce names ever end? Will the jury write books after the trial like the jury from THE TRIAL OF THE CENTURY? Stay tuned to find out. Same Bat time, Same Bat channel. -------------------------- Message 45 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Feb 7 03:02:03 1996 CST From: Clara_Bow (#2376) To: *Storylines (#5236) I'm sorry. I know this list is for IC stuff only, but I couldn't resist. ;) -------------------------- Message 46 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Feb 7 12:52:17 1996 CST From: Yzryel (#5314) To: *Storylines (#5236), *DragonRiders (#5915), and *Chat (#5391) Subject: re: 44 on *Storylines Dragonriders with "hard-to-pronounce names"? Hey, just because we freely choose to use the famous 25th letter in the alphabet in our names that can either be a vowel or a consonant, doesn't give you the right to put us down... Thpbpth! ;) ..and btw, My name is not hard to pronounce: IZ-RIY-EL. For those of you who don't have the capabilities of sounding that out, just call me Yz, pronounced "Iz". ;) Yzryel, rider of obsidian Elwynd (that's pronounced EL-WIND ;) -------------------------- Message 47 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Feb 7 22:29:36 1996 CST From: Slayer (#9883) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: love.. Slayer is cyborg, mostly metal and programmed to slay. Yet, a small part of its honorable human side sometimes shows through. It has occassionally followed its programming and attacked beast and being alike, only to spare them and even help to restore them without knowing why himself. The confusion has recently been magnified many times over when Slayer chanced upon a beautiful young panther recomb who calls herself Pantera or sometimes Panthera. Slayer did not have the immediate reaction to slay her but stood stunned instead. Pantera ran off before a word was said, but the the damage had already been done. Slayer has not experienced emotions much at all, especially not like this. It is extremely confused by the tiny bit of humanity that violently conflicts with its programming. Its actions in the near future may be completely unpredictable. WONDERFUL NEWS IRL... I bought an engagement ring last night for my beloved!! I will ask her to be my bride on Valentine's Evening! I have the general idea of how I would like to ask her, but would appreciate any suggestions, comments, ideas, ... that any of you have experienced, heard about, or dreamed of. Please send mail to me (not this list) regarding this as soon as you can. I thank you for your comments and suggestions in advance. Btw, Pantera is the character of my soon-to-be-fiance (yes I am confident of a 'yes' response). She has no clue about postings as she is unfamiliar with MOOs and such, but in case she happens to log on her character... SHE DOES NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS YET! Please keep it that way until after Valentine's Day. Thanks again. :) -------------------------- Message 48 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Feb 8 16:21:40 1996 CST From: Balth (#3746) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *RPG (#1193) Subject: Jury selection Sorry for the confusion: just a clarification. Any and everyone is welcome to apply to be a juror. I had mentioned that I felt that at least 1 dr and 1 dakirion rep apply. Anyone is free to apply for jury duty. Sorry for the confusion. Balth -------------------------- Message 49 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Feb 13 13:04:03 1996 CST From: Balth (#3746) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: last juror We need one more juror in order for the panel of jurors to be complete. More will be allowed if those apply, but we need at least one more juror. OOC: Trial times will be discussed once the final juror has applied. Anyone interested please contact Tybon. Balth -------------------------- Message 50 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Feb 22 19:17:47 1996 CST From: Kara (#3779) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *Chat (#5391) Subject: The Mystique Family Organization Helllllooo mooers! We here at the Famille D'Mystique are seeking interested, active role-players to join in our family organization. We're looking for people to play characters in a variety of roles, from maid to body-guard. Heck, we'll even let you create/propose your own role in our little organization if you like. Interested persons are encouraged to write Kara, Tadewi, or Xanadu and set up an interview time/place. Hoping to hear from you!! --Kara d'Mystique-- (All OOC, of course) -------------------------- Message 51 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Feb 22 21:12:42 1996 CST From: Balth (#3746) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Trial The Jurors have been chosen. Tentative trial date is Sunday, 7 or 8pm CST. Place has not yet been declared. Watch for more info Balth -------------------------- Message 52 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Feb 24 12:41:24 1996 CST From: Tadewi (#3791) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Deck's disappearance. (And I hope Deck doesn't kill me for posting this *grin*) Just a few days ago, Deckard and Tadewi were attacked by mysterious people in the Shizuka Woods. Deck sent Tad away to safetly, while he stayed behind to make sure she got away. He has not been seen since. A battle ground was discovered on Shizuka Coast, blood soaking the ground and strange burn marks imbedded into the forest floor. A satchel and a trench coat were found there, identified as belonging to Deck by Tadewi. Both drenched with unidentified blood stains. It is highly unlikely that Deck survived the encounter. Tadewi is stricken with grief over the incident, believing Deck to be dead. She has blocked out the memories of that day and cannot talk about it without going into hysterics. She refuses to go to Jizo Island, let alone anywhere near the Woods and is currently living with her family in N'Orleans again. On top of it all, she is in the advanced state of pregnancy with Deckard's son. -------------------------- Message 53 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Feb 25 19:46:18 1996 CST From: Balth (#3746) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Trial of Zillah Due to problems that most of us seem to be running into, such as not being able to connect, freezing for long periods of time, etc., I am cancelling the trial from tonight at 9pm. I think we shall try to shoot for Wednesdays, if this doesn't conflict with everyone's schedules. Sorry all. (This was all OOC, btw. Sorry) Balth -------------------------- Message 54 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Feb 28 18:55:05 1996 CST From: Balth (#3746) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Trial OOC: Heya all...still planning for the trial tonight, but I have a radio shift until 8pm cst (heh...forgot sorry) Ber here as soon as possible Forgetful Balth -------------------------- Message 55 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Feb 29 16:34:21 1996 CST From: Balth (#3746) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Zillah's trial. Well, I'm sorry to inform the masses that justice was not served last night as Zillah, the notorious kidnapper, was broken free last night as her defense attorney had Tybon on the stand. The stranger known as Ahnahkha (sp)? knocked Cora unconscious and grabbed Zillah, disappearing on Jizo island. Her whereabouts and his are unknown, but both should be confined if possible. They are both wanted criminals, and should be considered very dangerous. Balth -------------------------- Message 56 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Mar 1 12:33:03 1996 CST From: Yroshi (#6068) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Prison/murder attempt failed. Yroshi narrowly escaped a plot to imprison/murder him last night by once fellow Dragon Riders. He believes it was a rogue attack and that the DM had no knowladge of this attack. He has swarn off any alliegance he might have had for Morlith but will not seek revenge at this time. Yroshi and his dragon no longer live on Morlith. -------------------------- Message 57 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Mar 1 22:24:08 1996 CST From: Yfaolchu (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Re: Attack on Yroshi. Greetings all. Icly : An attempt to rescue Yroshi and his dragon friend Lyi was made last night. Yrosh is suffering a great deal of pain from several things and should be apporched with exstream care. We on the mount are greatly concerned for his and Lyi's health and well being. Thank you, Yfaolchu' -------------------------- Message 58 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Mar 3 00:05:18 1996 CST From: Valentine (#10512) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Wanted Poster WANTED: Black Wolf--aka Chucky REWARD: One hundred crystals, for proof of extermination of the rabid creature calling itself Black Wolf. This beast has been seen roaming the Ghostwheel and even penetrating the R/T Building. Attacks without provocation or warning. **************CONSIDER ARMED AND DANGEROUS**************** First time proof of kill accepted (OOC: I've only got a hundred crystals to spare. For more information, Contact Valentine. P.S. For those of you that know me, you know that I am jittery around recombs. This however has nothing to do with this posting. This Chucky creature is rabid and dangerous, posing a threat to us all. SUBMARINERS, note: Word has it that this beast is allied with the Sewer People (though I don't believe they know of the true chaotic nature of the creature). my thanks... Vale -------------------------- Message 59 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Mar 3 13:05:01 1996 CST From: Valentine (#10512) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: BOUNTY UPDATE Interested parties have recently come to me with their own stories of the rabid black wolf called Chucky. These parties have added to the bounty considerably. The price on Chucky's head is now up to: ************************ 400 crystals **************************** Be careful in engaging the creature. It is said to have some arcane magic that allows it to vanish from a fight if it is wounded too badly. for more information, contact: ---Valentine... -------------------------- Message 60 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Mar 11 02:00:37 1996 CST From: Ykaire (#4172) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *DragonRiders (#5915) Subject: Birth Announcement The former Dragonmistress of Mount Morlith, Yjezra, and her mate Ykaire are now the proud parents of a six pound ten ounce baby girl. They have named her Brinn. Have a cigar, folks. -------------------------- Message 61 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Mar 11 21:11:54 1996 CST From: Darius_Lee (#10280) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Chucky Due to Valentine's venture into the desert, the bounty for Chucky is now being handled by Darius Lee. Proof of kill should be delivered to her. Darius Lee -------------------------- Message 62 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Mar 16 05:58:11 1996 CST From: Balth (#3746) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: things amiss. Heya all. I just wanted to OOCly announce some things as to not get everyone in a frenzy. Balth and the Dragonrider's archnemisis, Embryon, is showing up around everywhere nowadays. He is, right now, unless Quinn tells me otherwise, a first circle mage, who, like all 1st circles, has the power to shapeshift. He may impersonate some of the people on the moo to throw a wrench in things. You can OOCly spot him by the spelling of the name of the person he is impersonating...it will be spelled slightly different, usually an extra letter on the end of the name. ICly, tho, characters won't be able to tell him apart from the real person, unless they both happen to be at the same place at the same time, and then it will still be a bit confusing... Any questions, comments or flames can be directed to me. :) Balth -------------------------- Message 63 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Mar 21 16:39:33 1996 CST From: Zorgash (#11177) To: *Storylines (#5236) and Zorgash (#11177) Subject: "Strange Fumes Zorgash, the high priest of Zarcath, was recently seen wandering through the wasteland, searching, searching. For those unaware of Zorgash, he is a fanatical mage dedicated to bring back his ultimate sire, the demi-god Zarcath, who was cast out of this world for peace-loving deities. Zorgash had sworn, "From blood and fire it shall return..." He works tirelessly towards that completion. Recovering an ancient tomb of rituals deep in caverns under the wastelands, he learned of a method to bring back Zarcath unto the world. Strange colors have recently appeared sillueting the night sky over the arid land, and fumes, smelling faintly of wood and charred human flesh, have drifted over the land. Streaks of blood marked the hanger door of the R/T building, but security camera #1 only picked up a faint image of a hunched creature, concealed in billowing robes of grey carrying something bulky upon his back. -------------------------- Message 64 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Mar 21 16:51:07 1996 CST From: Cordelia (#9687) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Submariner missing. The mute submariner girl, Cordelia, has turned up missing. She was last seen on Jizo Island. (OOC: This is not the normal kidnapping plot. She is being held by the mage Zorgash, who plans to sacrifice her. No ransom will be demanded and so forth. If the spell does go wrong, there will be quite a disaster that affects all the citizens of the R/T and beyond. Heehee. Mages, especially Moonheart would know something is up.) -------------------------- Message 65 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Mar 22 17:01:44 1996 CST From: Tadewi (#3791) To: *Storylines (#5236) Though the mage Zillah did try poisoning Lady Tadewi, she is fine and in good health. She was pushed into labor by the drug and gave birth to a son, Ash, who was healthy and about 8 lbs, 7 ozs. -------------------------- Message 66 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Mar 22 19:59:58 1996 CST From: Yfaolchu (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Farming the Wastes Greetings all, It has long been Red Fangs dream to reclaim the waste land and make it grow again. Of course claiming to own the waste land didn't prove to healthy, so now he's just farming it. You can find the Oasis and Farm at 34/7/0, it is a peaceful place and I think that it will be a good place for TP's and such. Also if you are interested in living on the farm and working, you can contact me or Tempest. We will gladly put you up in the bunkhouse to live. There is no hunting allowed on the oasis, we have a friendly mini-rex and a young dragon that will not be too happy with that sort of thing, if you see a slisssh about, you may kill them, but the wrath of Red Fang will be apon you if harm comes to anything of his or his familys. Well, just wanted to let people know about the farm, as time passes the crops will grow. If anyone has suggestions, let me know. Red Fang, aka Yfaolchu' -------------------------- Message 67 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Mar 25 00:28:48 1996 CST From: Edrik (#5102) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Showtime!! Edrik Sumner would like to formally invite all of his friends, relatives, and aquaintances to his first large public show of music and magic. By combining his illusionary skills with his musical talents, Edrik hopes to perform the greatest show on (this alternate) Earth! At exactly 5:15pm EST on Saturday, the show will begin. All are welcome! No cover charge! Free drinks! Meet in the R/T lounge! (OOC note) This will be an IC show for all interested. You may attend either IC or OOC, but please take care not to interfere if you are OOC. You will be ignored. Please if you are not interested or do not care, do not interrupt. It will be taken as an OOC insult. See you there!!! (Wizards welcome!) -------------------------- Message 68 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Mar 25 13:48:17 1996 CST From: Zorgash (#11177) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Hold... The submariner Cordelia was recently rescued from Zorgash's wasteland hide-away bythe mages MoonHeart, Mantle, and Oryama while Zorgash was scouring the Wasteland for artifacts. Little did they know that a ritual magic was cast upon the iron chains that held her, so that if any mages other than those believing in the supremacy of Zarcath were to release Cordelia, a magical bond would link her will to Zorgash's whim. Beware his apparation, for she is still under his power... Zorgash, high priest of Zarcath -------------------------- Message 69 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Mar 25 18:16:03 1996 CST From: Yfaolchu (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Re:Hold! Correction! Red Fang aka Yfaolchu' found her.. The others just set her free from the jewelry. Thanks Red -------------------------- Message 70 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Mar 26 18:44:33 1996 CST From: Valentine (#10512) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Valentine's Adventure Hi. For those of you who'd like to know, here's what's been happening with Valentine lately: After an incident that reminded Valentine of her traumatized N'orleans days, she fled into the Wastelands, seeking solace amidst the burning sands and radiation storms. Only her good companion Darius Lee knew for sure why and where Vale had gone. Valentine suffered many hardships in the desert, above and below ground, and saw many wonderful and horrible things. In addition, she was caught out in more than one radiation storm (while fighting a Slisssh, no less). Her trials in the Wastes brought some amount of madness rather than the peace she had been seeking, and Valentine was found by Eve and some other good-hearted folk as she huddled in the R/T lounge, fighting imaginary beasts. DryWater came and healed her as best he could, and she regained some of her faculties, but was still scarred physically and mentally. Your humble storyteller takes a deep breathe... While in DryWater's care, Vale wandered off again and was next found fighting cainids by the score on the plains. During the course of this episode Darius Lee found her and succored her back to the world. Shortly thereafter Valentine rescued the new dragonrider Ysam from a rather perilous situation. Which brings us up to the now of things. Her awareness is returned, but ever since coming back from the Wastes, Valentine has suffered seizures related to the radiation poisoning. Ysam took her under wing (so to speak) and offered her the comfort and healing of the Mount, where Vale has waxed in and out of a coma for the past week ( while her erstwhile player was off to the beaches on Spring Break!!). Now her fate and her health seem to be in the hands of the Dragonriders. Well, that's that. Hope you wanted to hear that tale. Come by the campfire anytime, I'll tell you another... ---Valentine... (not fond of her new haircut) -------------------------- Message 71 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Mar 26 19:04:08 1996 CST From: Valentine (#10512) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Chucky's Bounty Hi again! For those of you following the great hunt for the Black Wolf (chucky), it seems that the little devil has escaped our grasp. I see that there is no such thing as a Chucky existing anymore. Is that Chucky's doing? or Quinnly intervention? In any case, I'm planning on keeping the bounty crystals available, under the auspices of the newly created Organized Anti-Rabid Critter League (OARCL = Oracle?), to keep any more of these sorts of mad-dog wildlife out of our backyards. Please contact me or any of the membership of Oracle (currently one, also me) if you encounter any sentient creatures, human or otherwise, that are running amock--killing whoever, wherever, whyever (but usually for no reason at all). Oracle w Oracle will take the appropriate measures. I believe that we should have recourse other than Quinnly intervention in dealing with these sorts of players. We should be able to deal with our own. thank you.. ---Valentine (really hating her new haircut) -------------------------- Message 72 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Mar 26 21:28:41 1996 CST From: Skywalker (#6644) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Last post About that last post, Chucky is now 'It'. Don't know why he did that but I noticed it a while ago. Thought you should know. Your friendly neighborhood subbie, Skywalker. -------------------------- Message 73 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Mar 28 20:34:41 1996 CST From: Edrik (#5102) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Just a reminder about the SHOW.... This is just a followup, reminder type thing... my show is still on... Saturday... 5:15pm EST...in the R/T lounge...free admission... music, magic, free beer! Be there or be rectangular! -Edrik Sumner, resident illusionist-bard of the Ghostwheel -------------------------- Message 74 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Mar 29 02:32:33 1996 CST From: Tadewi (#3791) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Engagement! Rumor has it that Morrigan, a Seeker, and Lady Tadewi, of House Mystique recently got engaged. There is no word from the Mystique Household at this time to confirm any of it. But the two don't seem to be denying it either. -------------------------- Message 75 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Mar 29 23:29:35 1996 CST From: Tadewi (#3791) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Rumor hazzit! The notorius Zillah al'Muthlim has struck again! This time she full out attacked the Maison de Mystique, killing several of the servants inside and kidnapping Ash Mystique, the only male heir to the estate. The infant was eventually rescued somehow and is back in the care of the family. No word from any of the family members as it seems none of them can be reached. -------------------------- Message 76 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Mar 30 18:53:49 1996 CST From: Elendil (#2237) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Active player notes Hello. For those of you that have spent some time in or about the lounge or conversed with any submariners lately, you'll have picked up a few choice tidbits of info that may or may not be of interest: Several submariners have come ashore in groups awash with that seemed to be the heady glow of victory. It is unclear what obstacle was overcome, but it occurred undersea. A large form has been seen moving in the ocean off both Jizo and Wood's Hole. It appeared to be rounded, mottled blue-green, and the size of a small island. No sightings off of Toosay as yet. The near-shore Submariner settlement has increased in number and size somewhat and the expansion has resulted in a Huntmaster arriving to oversee the training of various critters. **Remember, these are topics that are available to all who have been active recently for discussion with submariners. If you are not a submariner, however, you should not @icly know more unless you've done some good snooping or were told by a submariner acquaintance. -------------------------- Message 77 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Apr 1 00:10:51 1996 CST From: Zillah (#5587) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Illness Spreads! A strange illness of an unknown nature has been reportedly spreading to citizens of the R/T and beyond. It's source is still a mystery, but it is speculated that the Dr. Zillah al'Muthlim may be to blame somehow, though just how is told a thousand different ways by word of mouth with no solid proof of anything. -------------------------- Message 78 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Apr 1 15:03:01 1996 CST From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Red Fang's condition Greetings, >From shear exaustion from lack of rest and stubbornest, Red Fang has reached stage 5 and will remain in a coma until a cure is found or he dies. Thanks Red -------------------------- Message 79 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Apr 1 22:55:22 1996 CST From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Death of Tempest and Red Fang It has come to pass that the two lovers, Tempest and Red Fang passed on in their coma induced sleep. Their body's lay in state in the bed room at Red's Keep. They loved you all.. It is Red's last wish that Tang be free to roam Jizo Island again and be happy and strong.. Let no one harm him for he is a noble beast. The oasis goes to Moonheart and Tempest's sister Miryan, long friends and family.. Red and Tempest would like it to remain as a monument to them and ask that others feel free to go there and enjoy the life that springs from the desert sands. Good Bye. Love Tempest and Red -------------------------- Message 80 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Apr 2 01:30:20 1996 CST From: Ygrisydryll (#10625) To: *DragonRiders (#5915) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: "Steel has contracted the disease. IC : After helping Red Fang home, Steel went to rest as he felt ill. He is now suffering from a high fever, and is coughing harshly. Luckily using his minor knowledge of plants he has aquired some herbs to slow the sickness. this will also prolong his pain, as he is getting worse, and his body is being majorly affected by the disease. OOC : Steel is not going to die, but if a cure is not found quickly he may be the nice cheery guy everyone is used too. He basically is being tormented by fever dreams, ones a young boy cannot handle witout losing some sanity. Well hope I get a cure, or they may be some interesting backlashs. Steel has yet to learn Red Fang has died, it would be best he finds this out after he has recovered. Otherwise it might drive him over the deep end -_^ -------------------------- Message 81 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Apr 2 01:37:47 1996 CST From: Ygrisydryll (#10625) To: *Storylines (#5236) btw, even if a cure is found, it needs to be given to Steel and his is on the mount. -------------------------- Message 82 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Apr 2 03:29:35 1996 CST From: Frap (#6337) To: *RPG (#1193) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Red Fang and Tempest's death Greetings all, Red wanted me to let you all know he enjoyed his life very much, a will was found and Moonheart and Miryan were both named to recieve his and Tempest's worldly posessions. ooc he doesn't want anyone to blame Zillah for his and Tempest's death, even though it was her tp that they found their way out, they are happy and together now. ic: He sends his best to the following, Yroshi.. who was really like a brother to him and he was sorry for not being a better friend. To Yseult, he'll always be in your debt and always thought of you as a dear friend, he asked forgiveness of his doings. To Oryama, You were a good friend and compainion, you steered me clear of many wrongs. To Tadewi, he always loved you dearly. To Stalinger, Thank you for the bullet in my head, and helping me out after all my wrongs. To Cristal, you were a wonderful compainion and friend. To Restin, I counted you as a brother. To Chaos, I miss you and you were a brother to me also, we did have some fun. To Deckard, You guided me through many things, I repaid you little, I hope you live. To Ykaire, You gave me a chance, I'm sorry. To Yjezra, A beauty, I hope the spirits guide your way, blessings. To all the Dragonriders, You all are wonderful people, forgive me for not being with you and may the winds always bring you home. To Elendil, a true friend, may your sea's always shine. To the subbies, Your a swell bunch. To Miryan, Tempest couldn't have a better sister and I a friend, thank you. To all, good bye.. If I forgot you, it was only in word, your in my thoughts. Last but not least, To Moonheart, A friend, brother, a compainion, I should of walked beside you instead of only running back to you.. You were a good friend. I was a better man for it too. Love Red Fang This is all I have, his thoughts were sent to me before his passing.. I will miss him. Frap. -------------------------- Message 83 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Apr 2 14:28:55 1996 CST From: Yrrem (#10623) To: *DragonRiders (#5915) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: An antidote? Naxos sent an urgent summons to Yrrem to come quickly; it seemed that Moonheart had given him an antidote for the disease that young Ygrisydryll had contracted on the Mount. She came, and promised to give it to the rider as soon as she could. Yg seemed on the brink of death when Yrrem was able to give him the blue liquid, screaming and spitting up blood, but after she gave it to him, he feel almost immediately into a peaceful-seeming sleep. Only time will tell if it worked. -------------------------- Message 84 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Apr 3 20:41:51 1996 CST From: Edrik (#5102) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Takin back the cotton candy Just a little IC note for all of you who received complementary cotton candy at my show...IC: You just notice one day that the cotton candy is gone. It disappears when you put it down, or just stop paying attention to it. It is an illusion, and its integrity decays if you ignore it. The candy will only remain with you as long as either you or Edrik continue to think about it. Later, all! -Edrik Sumner, Illusionist Bard. -------------------------- Message 85 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Apr 4 13:50:09 1996 CST From: Tadewi (#3791) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A little mystery. Seems there has been several dark robed people wandering about the R/T complex recently. Some of them have been mentioning a great and vast treasure to be found out there somewhere...then they disappeared and no one has seen them since. (Heehee, I'm on the verge of starting a quest, I'll post again soon with more details. Any q's, just page or mail me about them.) -------------------------- Message 86 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Apr 8 06:43:33 1996 CDT From: October (#9816) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: October Some may have noticed that October has been missing for quite some time. This is due to a mesage which she got from Nemlock. The message was from her father... he was ill, and wished to see her. She struggled long and hard with this decision... how could she face him. She decided she needed to close the door on that part of her life. Unfortunately, by the time she arrived, her father had passed on. What was left of the townspeople in her once beautiful city begged her to stay on as queen, but she refused. She no longer belonged there... she had obligations to the people in Ghostwheel. And so she has returned. October -------------------------- Message 87 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Apr 8 20:17:28 1996 CDT From: Balth (#3746) To: *Storylines (#5236), *Chat (#5391), *DragonRiders (#5915), *submariners (#8388), and *mages (#11664) Subject: @summoning or @moving your own items. I'm sorry for the multispam, but this came up and I couldn't believe it. You may NOT use @summon on the items in your @audit if you lose them. If you lose them, I repeat, you MAY NOT use @summon or @move to reclaim them. There is no IC way for your character to do this. The only exception to this could perhaps be 2nd circle mages, but since there are none at this moment, that means NOONE can do this. If you want your items back, RP it! If someone tells you everyone else does it, and they move their stuff back, please @send a Wiz. Thanks for your attention Balth -------------------------- Message 88 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Apr 9 15:41:21 1996 CDT From: Yjezra (#5288) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Mysterious New DragonRider A new DragonRider has appeared at the Mount and around the plains on a full grown obsidian dragon, both rider and dragon larger than average. The rider is Ykorasivtch, rough, abrasive and rude. Immediately upon his arrival he has managed to insult just about everyone. Ykorasivtch and his dragonfriend, Zyrr'alyran dissappeared from the Morlith Aeyrie just a few days after their arrival, leaving no word of their departure. Two days later they showed up on the Mount, Ykora covered in blood and near death. He threw a bloody burlap bag at the feet of Yjezra, telling her that she was free of her past. Rumors say that the new rider is from Ykaire's old Aeyrie, Berkut in the Balkan Mountains. It is also rumored there is bad blood between Ykaire and this new rider, Ykorasivtch... -------------------------- Message 89 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Apr 10 14:02:31 1996 CDT From: Naxos (#9972) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *submariners (#8388) Subject: Naxos an animal? nah ;) Zillah injected Naxos with a tranquilizer, somehow deel in his soul, the ancient beast he tried to control was freed. Sahsa tried to bar the exit, but Naxos was able to knock him unconcious and got free. Warning Naxos is now a beast, you may try speaking, but he may not stay, and he's very hungry. And don't worry I'll use stun if it comes to that =) All I probably need is another bonk on the head :) -------------------------- Message 90 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Apr 10 14:38:48 1996 CDT From: Naxos (#9972) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *submariners (#8388) Subject: that was too soon to finish :P Well Naxos is normal, he tried to have Starlight for lunch, and to my and everyone else, she beat him senseless."With Moonheart's expert healing, Naxos seems all normal again, but will he be this way forever? -------------------------- Message 91 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Apr 13 08:56:15 1996 CDT From: Balth (#3746) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: New Genesis City Hola, everyone. Since the 'home' command has been removed ICly from mages, that means that noone ICly can home anymore. So, here are the consequences to that pertaining to New Genesis City: 1. You can still @sethome to your tents out there if you like. I will not remove the tents, they can have stayed since the initial trip out there. However, I *will* be running around looking at who has a tent out there. If you *do* have your home set to your tent, I will remind you right now that the only way for you to get back is to contact a dragonrider. That's right, since I've been kind of busy, they still have the only access to the city. So if you have your home in NGC, I don't expect to see you wandering the GhostWheel, and if you do have one take you out, they also need to take you back to the city. Otherwise, take yer tent with you. So the moral of the story, kids, is please don't abuse the OOC commands 'home' and 'start'. The city is *supposed* to be isolated. It will have more access very soon, but until then, *use* the dragonriders I er, ICly. Interact with them, hell even pay them to ferry you around if you want. (hint hint DR's!) The Ever-Lovin Balth -------------------------- Message 92 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Apr 13 17:59:57 1996 CDT From: Milamber (#11545) To: *Storylines (#5236) "Gaia seems to murmer in pleasure as a druid underwent the rites to become one of the Podara (students). A few spots of the Wasteland briefly grew flowering plants, before they withered and died in the pollution. The mage Milamber, self-declared shaman of the druids, was seems smiling as he ventured back out to the wasteland, after returning to R/T briefly to lead his new student through the ways of Teluriah, the disciple of Gaia. Let nature rejoice! -------------------------- Message 93 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Apr 14 15:39:20 1996 CDT From: Yroshi (#6068) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Eve returns apple (amoung other things) to God With the urging of Yroshi, Eve had decided to ammend her past wrongs by paying homage to God. She set upon this quest with apprehension but was eager to please the Almighty Quinn. As her quest began, she noticed how polluted the world had become. Clothing, food and swords scattered were scattered about everwhere. She worked feverishly at cleaning the world God was so generaous to create for us. After much searching, Eve finnaly found the Temple of Quinn, but to her dismay she forgot to bring the apple. She was frightened at comming this far and not bearing gifts. She then remembered all of the things she had taken while cleaning the world and since haveing nothing else in hand, she prostrated herself to The Almighty Quinn and placed the gifts at God's feet. After many moments of silence, God finnally spoke. "Woo wooo mama take it off! rowr..rowr" Eve smiled brightly as she knew God was pleased. The Almighty Quinn then proceded to teach Eve the ways of Meditation. They spent many a moment just stareing at one another. Eve knew she could take up no more of God's time and so prostrated herself to him once again muttering praises to him as she left. OOC Thought we would try and clean up that lost and found box. Figured the best way would be to give it all to Quinn. He was a true sport about the whole thing and appolizized for his many meditation/idleness moments. Thanks Quinn for takeing care of that for us. :) To everyone else..lets chill on all the items created eh? Really makes the place look ugly when things are scattered all over the place. In otherwords..Give a Hoot, Dont pollute! -------------------------- Message 94 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Apr 14 20:15:52 1996 CDT From: Milamber (#11545) To: *geography (#258) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Tree Milamber recently returned to R/T with a beautific smile upon his craggy face. Although his hands and feet were rubbed raw, he seemed indeed in a good mood as his ordered a simple glass of cold water from Osburnn. Frequenters of the bar heard him mumble something like: 'Praises to Gaia, for it has finally grown.' Maintaining his rather mysterious background, Milamber slipped away unseen. Camera #1 mounted on the R/T Inramp saw a robed figure head back over the Bridge immediately north. The figure seemed to be heading in a generally north-western direction. ShadowFax employees later identified this figure as Milamber, the druidic teacher. They are unsure of his latest whereabouts. -------------------------- Message 95 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Apr 16 01:11:41 1996 CDT From: Yroshi (#6068) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Yroshi and Lyi Yroshi's dragon friend Lyizrait, was found by other dragons on the ledge of Mount Morlith. Her body was badly burnt and rather bloody. She rumbled her last few breaths to the dragon on watch. She mentioned something about bieng past the wasteland wall with her rider, Yroshi. Something fast and bright shot from the ground and hit her. Her rider was knocked off and is presumed dead. Lyizrait was too injured to search for him and went back to Morlith. As soon as she told her story she died. -------------------------- Message 96 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Apr 17 20:08:46 1996 CDT From: Cloak (#10500) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: the travellers No one is quite sure where they came from. They call themselves Cloak and Pandora. They have been living in almost complete seclusion until a few weeks ago. Why they have came out of hiding is also, not known. Some info is known about Cloak. He is rather quiet. He wears a hood over his head and all that can be seen are midnight black eyes when he looks up at something. It has been rumored that he came from another world and isn't accustomed to the strange ways of this world. He was also overhead in a conversation with Pandora a few days ago by a person who wishes to remain unnamed. This anonymous person is now compelled to believe that Cloak is some sort of bounty hunter. As for Pandora, even less is known about her. She appears to be quite the fighter by attitude. Rumor has it that she was a sort of Prostitute in her home world. this could just be gossip about newcomers though, it is uncertain. -------------------------- Message 97 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Apr 18 10:35:31 1996 CDT From: Moonheart (#6143) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Moonheart Aquired an interesting axe from a stranger lastnight while it's not Bloodseeker he finds that he likes it quite a bit and hopes to have it for a good while ...perhaps until bloodseeker finds it's way back to his hand. Mnht -------------------------- Message 98 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Apr 18 17:39:40 1996 CDT From: Thanatos (#11673) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Lamia declaring war on Thanatos The other day Lamia declared the whole submariner nation was at war with Thanatos. This was because of him defending himself and managing to injure Drago when Drago attacked Thanatos. Thanatos has since decided that this war is a good idea, for any nation lead by such a woman as Lamia and a brute as Drago is a cancer on Gaia and deserves to be extracted. Any submariner running into Thanatos should expect a fight....They started it and Thanatos is going to try to finish it. -------------------------- Message 99 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Apr 18 22:56:09 1996 CDT From: Lamia (#3623) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: *Smiling condescendingly at Thanatos* Hello? Provoking people into attacking you still? *Heh* No surprise you think war's a great idea:) Two minor corrections: you didn't 'manage' to injure Drago, you fled; I told you that having incurred my anger you could anticipate incurring the animosity of the Submariner Nation. I'm not worried about their safety, under the circumstances. Incidentally, that was a week ago or so. Did you run out of Elavil (or Ritalin)? -------------------------- Message 100 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Apr 19 14:19:42 1996 CDT From: Drago (#2307) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Thanatos!! You fool, you liar, you foolish liar. Point 1: You did wound me, it is true, but a mosquito biting me wounds me also Point 2: I think Lamia hit you once and wounded you critically (from memory) and you fled. I followed and you had disappeared! Point 3: You then went back and attacked Lamia again and as soon as I arrived you fled again, once more mysteriously disappearing. .. And that is how it went, also threason I attacked you in the first place was because you had been insulting me for about 10 minutes beforehand. Thanatos, malaka, get yourself some water wings, or stick with me, I'm a landlubber, and I promise you action everytime we meet, so's you got no need to run about making yourself look silly. OOCly/ICly yours, Drago (fair Drago, Dragey Poo, Trojan Horseman) -------------------------- Date: Sun, 9 Mar 1997 15:11:25 -0400 From: "Quinn@GhostWheel" To: quinn@vv.com Subject: GhostWheel Message(s) 101 - 200 from *Storylines (#5236) X-Mail-Agent: GhostWheel (casper.bga.com 6969) Message 101 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Apr 20 08:31:33 1996 CDT From: Balth (#3746) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Thanatos' personal war against the submariners. Tritoness Lamia, In his last public posting, Thanatos alluded to Gaia as the one who directs him. The mages, or at least, some of us mages follow the teachings of Gaia, and we do not necessarily bear Thanatos' views. We hope you regard us with no ill will, and if I might be of any assistance in this or any other matter, I hope you do not hesitate on calling on myself or any other mage. Thank you, Balth -------------------------- Message 102 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Apr 20 19:13:22 1996 CDT From: Lamia (#3623) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Thanatos's 'war' Lord Balth, I cannot remember, nor could I foresee, a time when the Submariner Nation would wish to incur the hostility of the circles of Mages, thus threatening the delicate balance of life surrounding the Five Points of Power in our world. Thanatos impresses me as person eager to stir up trouble, to use innuendo and half truths to alarm others. He fancies himself an illusionist, I believe. In battle, he calls upon the Spirit of Gaia.. he tries to imply her spirit 'sending a flash of fire' up the legs of his opponent, which 'causes blindness'.. implies that her sacred spirit is gripping the hands of his adversary, rendering that person immobile. This is clearly chicanery. And, while Thanatos would like to believe he's important enough to go to war over, I do not. If Mages, however, wish to address his sacreligious trickery they will find us, as always, friends and allies. -------------------------- Message 103 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Apr 21 17:53:53 1996 CDT From: Elendil (#2237) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Ye olde memo Fellows, It pleases the Triumvirate that the current Understanding between the People and the drylander Mage societies remains firm in the wake of the attempt on the life of Tritoness Lamia and her escort good Drago. Understanding the difficulties inherent in the contact between different cultures we do attempt to mitigate the responses leveled at other peoples due solely to the actions of individuals in their company. Understand, however, that the attempt on the life of Tritoness Lamia, despite any misunderstandings or confusion surrounding the events, represents a base assault on the very foundation of our People and will not be forgotten. If our people are no longer able to come ashore without attack and provocation by various peoples then we will be forced to prepare for further difficulties. We hold no one but Thanatos responsible. There is indeed a war, but Thanatos will fight it alone, unless he wishes to involve other associates in his doom. Triton Elendil, Warder of the Gates. 4-2635 CT/CM -------------------------- Message 104 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Apr 21 21:34:13 1996 CDT From: Sparhawk (#2572) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Triumph fer Deadeye Drago Vengeance was handed down with deadly mercy by the newly dubbed 'Dead-eye Drago.' At approximately 3:41 today, Drago blotted out Thanatos' bug-like form like so much abstract art upon the walls of the R/T building. On behalf of the Submariner people, I threw me own hat into the ring, and managed to distract the ruffian with my innacurate, but graceful swings of me shining weapon. With but a single pull of the trigger, Drago's mighty instrument of death caused Thanatos to gaze upon his steaming entrails as death frosted his eyes and took him below. Gaia seems to be untainted as she seemed to reclaim the corpse of Thanatos with some distaste. The Submariner nation will comment later, I am sure. Congratulate Dead-eye when ya see 'im...Drago will appreciate it. Regards, Sparhawk, 6-11 3:59, 2635 -------------------------- Message 105 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Apr 23 18:11:25 1996 CDT From: Zorgash (#11177) To: *Storylines (#5236) and Zorgash (#11177) Subject: Cogline's insanity The druid Cogline crossed the wicked path of the High Priest of Zarcath. Unaware of his malicious intent, Cogline ascertained Zorgash's beliefs to late. Attempting to run, the druid fleed through the beaches and paths of Jizo island. But the priest pursued relentless, slashing his sacrificial knife in fanatic glee. Jumping onto a helotaxi, and hiding amongst the shanty calypso town in Woods Howl, the would-be druid thought himself safe. But the evil priest caught up with him, and sent him blissfully into unconsciousness. Camera #1 mounted on the R/T Inramp caught site of the shrouded priest struggling under the weight of the druid, slowly moving north. Hours later, the priest returned, dropping off Cogline in the R/T Round room, minus his gnarled staff. The druid's eyes shown wild, and he gibbered and muttered in fear. The workings of insanity had seemed returned to this recently cured follower of Gaea. Zorgash laughed as he ventured back into the wasteland. "Now the fluids of manhood to scratch onto the pentagram. If only Cordelia was unplucked by the damned Moonheart, then Zarcath could tread this hell anew. Ahhh...but the druid will tremble when he learns what he hast wrought. A glorious day for the cult indeed." -------------------------- Message 106 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Apr 25 12:12:33 1996 CDT From: Tadewi (#3791) To: *Storylines (#5236) The Lady Tadewi of House Mystique finally snapped completely and in a fit of udder madness, returned home to the Maison in N'Orleans. After finally being calmed down, she entered a state of catatonia. Her son is reported to be fine and in good hands still. -------------------------- Message 107 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Apr 26 20:13:28 1996 CDT From: zachnlis (#11697) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: zachnlis subplot This is the invisible midget My friend zachnlis (maniacal chuckle) is confused. He seems to have had some terrible thing happen to his past (maniacal chuckle) and it has driven him quite mad. Not in an unfriendly way. He may have been a bloodthirsty killer at one time, but the events leading to his amnesia have simply left him a gentle kitten. I am asking all of you to watch out for him, because I can't always be there to assist him. I am merely an observer. The facts: zachnlis awoke for the first time in his present state near a pond at Jizo Island. He was wearing a tattered motley vest and purple tights. Everything else had been stripped from the lad except for a single mundane staff which he held in a deathgrip. On the staff are runes which look vaguely like the arabic letters for the nonsensical word "zachnlis". These are the only known clues directed towards his past. Was he a court jester of some sort? Was he a dragon rider of a sapphire dragon? Perhaps the dragon was killed which is what drove him insane and near death? Perhaps not. The facts are few, and leave an awful lot to the imagination. zachnlis has an irrational attraction to anything that may assist him in learning about his past, but he also has an irrational fear to the same. Whatever it was in his past that has left him, has also left him mentally unstable and would probably send him over the edge if ever he were to learn the truth. What is the truth? Perhaps that is for you to find out. Perhaps you can assist zachnlis in his quest, or try to help him move forward and put the tumultuous past behind him. That is largely up to you. Me? Oh I'll be around, but please try not to pay any attention to me. I'm a figment of zachnlis' imagination. Despite all information to the contrary that zachnlis may offer you, I do not exist. This message does not exist. You never saw me. I was not here. If you look for me, it may drive you quite mad as well. Manaical laughter... -------------------------- Message 108 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Apr 26 22:18:32 1996 CDT From: Talin (#4095) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Ooooo, we're all in-in-insane... New, tragic twist: I have gone utterly sane. Just a comment on the imagination of GhostWheel. -------------------------- Message 109 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Apr 26 22:56:18 1996 CDT From: Carrie (#12014) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: And yet another twist. New twist. Carrie's not going insane, nor is she going sane. She is sane, not that she truly cares in the first place. Carrie's out to simply have a good time and lighten things up a bit, she thinks y'all take yourselves too seriously as it is, at least from what she's seen and heard. -------------------------- Message 110 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Apr 28 00:04:05 1996 CDT From: zachnlis (#11697) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Common Ground Well at least we seem to have one thing in common, we're here to have fun, and we all think everyone else takes this far too seriously. Alright we have TWO things in common. =) -------------------------- Message 111 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Apr 29 17:12:58 1996 CDT From: Moonheart (#6143) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: wedding You are all cordially invited to the wedding joining Moonheart and Cordelia as one in marriage. The wedding will be held on Jizo Island at 10 pm, EST. Hope to see you all there. Sincerely, Moonheart and Cordelia -------------------------- Message 112 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Apr 29 18:05:42 1996 CDT From: Moonheart (#6143) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Wedding again :) -------------------------- Message 113 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Apr 29 18:57:53 1996 CDT From: Cordelia (#9687) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The wedding again. The wedding between Moon and Corrie is being held May 4, at 10pm EST (9pm CST). Not sure when it will be game time wise. Heh. -------------------------- Message 114 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Apr 29 23:07:17 1996 CDT From: Cordelia (#9687) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Just so you know. This is an IC wedding, not a rl one. Moon and I are good friends, but that's all we are OOCly. That's why this was posted on *Storylines, because it is an IC plot device. Thanks. Corrie -------------------------- Message 115 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Apr 30 07:05:42 1996 CDT From: Morrigan (#10469) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Morrigan...a Father? Known only by few, The fennidi-mage, The Morrigan, ventured into the jungles of Toosay island, exploring, taking in a change of pace from the blasted, hellish landscape of the Wastelands, when he came across a small child, watching a pool of seething, roiling lava spill into the ocean. Full of wildness, with a certain animal spirit about her, she conversed with Morrigan, only briefly, before disappearing into the jungles of Toosay, without the faintest of whispers. However, the child disappeared from The Morrigan, bearing a odd, crystalline pendant...a Key...symbol of a solemn promise from The Morrigan, unto her. Nearly half a week passed, and The Morrigan heard nor saw anything of the child he met earlier...Until one eve, when The Morrigan ventured into the blasted, magically warped environs of the great 'Wheel, to hunt the beasts and abominations rampant. In a oaken forest, Morrigan did come across the child again, grieviously wounded, and whimpering. Drawing upon the Gift within him, The Morrigan reached out and withdrew the pain, and injury done unto the child, suffering the mage's sickness in the process. The child, amazed of the deed, drew forth the pendant of crystal, and called the promise to stand. Morrigan obliged, and sealed the promise he made unto her, in his own blood, dripping scarlet, shimmering drops upon the forest floor. Shortly thereafter, moved by compassion, care, and love for the child he was coming to know, The Morrigan adopted her as his own, and took her with him, as father and daughter, to live somewhere in the blasted, barren Wastelands, the child breathing out one last soft, joyous sentence before they disappeared from sight: "I'm going to be a mage..." -------------------------- Message 116 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat May 4 21:31:14 1996 CDT From: Coral (#8382) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: An Introduction We'd like to introduce Coral and Titian. You will see them about, hunting and gathering crystals, but mostly keeping to themselves. Both are young, Coral being only 17 and Titian being 18. It is rumored that they are both running away from some evil thing. They seem very shy when approached, and will usually leave if they feel uncomfortable. --Coral Devanagari & Titian Condillac -------------------------- Message 117 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat May 4 21:33:51 1996 CDT From: Cordelia (#9687) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Wedding postponed. The wedding was going on as scheduled, but Cordelia suddenly fell ill just before the couple planned to meet on Jizo for the ceremony. It will be held at a later date, possible next Thursday. (Mainly this is due to me having a done of homework and finals and stuff to do. Heh.) Corrie and Moon -------------------------- Message 118 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon May 6 18:20:58 1996 CDT From: Yjezra (#5288) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Seeking Knowledgable Assistance Yjezra is seeking someone knowledgable in writing, and geneology's. She will chose someone based on their knowledge, skill and background. Please reply as soon as possible. (OOC This is an IC job.) -------------------------- Message 119 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue May 7 13:25:04 1996 CDT From: Cloak (#10500) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Cloak and Pandora Time has continued its unclear course and now has affected Cloak and Pandora's relationship. The once close and secluded couple are no more. Cloak is now alone in this strange new world...and he's not happy. He's become very defensive towards himself and very aggressive to the rest of the world surrounding him. He can sometimes be seen hiding in some obscure corners of Jizo Island crying to himself. No one will know of this though. No one can know, he would literally kill himself if someone caught him. His customs state that he should not grieve over anything, yet...... Even Tradition cannot prevent the pain of lost love. -------------------------- Message 120 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue May 7 21:05:25 1996 CDT From: Krystul (#12164) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Kyrstul's Knife Throwing Contest (part 1 IC info) This information available only to the "underground" ICly... Krystul has run out of cats to practice her dagger throwing at, but out of her dissappointment has come creativity. Why not hold an underground knife throwing contest and watch the best in action? To this end, she has set up the following knife throwing contest to anyone who wants to test their stuff: WHAT: Krystul's Knife Throwing Contest WHERE: Qville Underground WHEN: Thursday, July 31, 2635 HOW MUCH: 250 crystal entry fee Krystul used her first-hand borg knowledge to trick, capture, and reprogram the cyborg Slayer, then used it to capture some prisoners of various fighting/dodging skills. These prisoners will be the living targets for the contest, literally dodging for their lives. All entry fees (250 crystals) will be given to Slayer upon entry to hold until a winner is determined by Krystul. Krystul and Slayer are not eligible but reserve the right to throw anything they wish for the helluvit. OOC IMPORTANT! ooc notes to this tp in my next post soon!! -------------------------- Message 121 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue May 7 21:10:41 1996 CDT From: Krystul (#12164) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Krystul's Knife-Throwing Contest (part 2 -- ooc info) OOC many important notes to my last post.. 1 -- RL time for contest is Friday, May 10, 6pm EDT (5pm CDT) unless enough people beg for different time soon.. 2 -- NO ONE IS TO BE KILLED -- every attack must be 'stun' by all participants in this tp.. 3 -- I want to leave this as open-ended & unpredictable as possible! any goodie-goodie or baddie can crash the party if they have IC knowledge of this event.. 4 -- Slayer, until further notice, is ICly under Krystul's control 5 -- despite my IC evilness and trickery, it is my intention to actually hand all the crystals to the winner (provided they aren't stolen) 6 -- come out and rp even if your range isnt great, players may observe for a mere 50 crystals upon entry. 7 -- if enuff interest is generated, there may be 2 divisions: general (100 crystals each) & master (250 crystals each) 8 -- we have a few volunteer prisoners already, but could use more.. attacks will be 'stun' plus you can test your dodge against some of the best ranged stats in the game 9 -- question.. why does the game time say the year is 2635, but the 'game premise' says its 3001? i assume the 3001 is 'out of date' *grin* and we're going by the 2635 date... ?? 10 -- respond to Krystul or Slayer. -------------------------- Message 122 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu May 9 09:46:25 1996 CDT From: Krystul (#12164) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Update/Notes on Dagger-Throwing Contest more ooc notes to dagger event :) including time change.. I thought surely we'd have more people interested in throwing daggers than having dagger thrown at them.. but apparently not. Either this means we have a masochistic group here, or we're too concerned about the entry fee (possibly both) ;) At any rate, keep in mind that this event is set up to be a role-playing opportunity... anything else can be worked out. We aren't getting any crystals out of this anyway, so changing the entry fee is no big deal, but then again neither is a measly 250 crystals. I'm a newbie and can get that in no time... If you want to particpate, page myself or Slayer.. we can get you a dagger to use, we can negotiate the fee.. its the interacting with other characters and giving that opportunity to you that we want. (note 2) this is just for daggers, not shotguns, not lasers ... you may set up such an event yourself or I'll do it later if you wish. (note 3) if you have a loaner dagger (or ideally a donation dagger for my poor daggerless self) ;) , we have some participants who wish to use them just for the contest.. contact me please. thanks (note 4) we still could use a few more volunteers to be prisoners and rp the capture and contest as unwilling victims. Though I know of players who have been over 90000 damage by stun without dying, I understand there may be a very small risk that one may be killed from a stun attack. We've no intention of dealing with damages over 100 here and will have good healers on standby (oocly of course), but we felt it fair to give the warning. (important note regarding time change!) For most people, this day and time was fine, but to accomodate a few more, the actual time will be 8pm EDT (7pm CDT) tomorrow, Fri 5/10. -------------------------- Message 123 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri May 10 22:28:12 1996 CDT From: Skywalker (#6644) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Krystul's target practice game... Hello all. As you probably know (if you had bothered to read your mail) Krystul held a little competition for all the baddies to test their skill by throwing knives at live PC targets. Well, I'm here to tell you what happened since I followed it from start to finish. All that I say now is IC info. On August 7, 2635 at approximately 4:40 am, a gathering people was noticed in the underground of Quarolsville. As the crowd grew, a group of 'good' adventurers came to the location of this strange commotion. What they found was a sick violation of human rights. Several innocent and obviously unwilling human targets. Present and participating in the 'game' was Valkyrie, Krystul, Saben and, surprisingly, Slayer. When the band of adventurers stormed the proceedings, Saben and Valkyrie managed to escape. However, Slayer was captured as was Krystul. (actually we had a little accident but let's not go into that) After some difficulty, Slayer escaped and was finally captured for good. Later, on Jizo island, the 'criminal' Valkyrie turned herself in. With the cooperation of several Dragon Riders and their Dragons, they were transported to the mountain of Morlith where they will stay locked up in their cells where they will stay until a proper punishment is decided on. Since there were many participants in this TP, I have not mentioned you all but you know who you are and I thank you for RPing with me. I'm sure Krystul thanks you as well, as do the other people who started this whole thing up. Well, that's it. Thank you, come again. B) Skywalker. -------------------------- Message 124 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon May 13 15:20:29 1996 CDT From: Yjezra (#5288) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Prisoners Mount Morlith Aeyrie has several prisoners incarcerated. We have not heard what is to be done with these prisoners: Slayer, Krystul and Valkyrie. If the appropriate parties would please contact us it would be appreciated. Yjezra, rider of Lyrzrath. OOC: Was just wondering folks. We have three prisoners, they are stuck up here ICly. This is NO fun! Why there is no electricity, no plumbing, no tv, no video games, no soda or snak machine and....oh my gods! No internet. Either play through or I am letting them go, no one comes here to have their character just sit in a cell. -hugs- -------------------------- Message 125 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon May 13 21:07:19 1996 CDT From: Strafe (#12217) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A court must be orginized... Krystul, Slayer, and Valkyrie stand accused of Torture and consperacy of murder. Krystul herself also stands accused of kidnapping. We must orginize a court to try the accused fairly. As it is, we need a defense and a prosocution. If interested, please give me a call. Strafe -- Despenser of Justice^ -------------------------- Message 126 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue May 14 12:26:28 1996 CDT From: Valentine (#10512) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Trial >From the law offices of Valentine, Valentine, and Valentine: Our offices would be honored to take over the task of prosecuting the accused in the The World vs Krystal, Slayer, and Valkyrie. We hope that justice can be served. Our investigators will be collecting information from concerned parties, please offer your full cooperation. Preliminary interviews will begin soon (OOC: early evening, Wednesday, May 15). Thank You, --Valentine, esq. -------------------------- Message 127 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue May 14 12:29:27 1996 CDT From: Frap (#6337) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Re: A court must be organized. Howdy In response to the Vigilante Strafe, I'd like to take the defence of the three acused. >Message 125 on *Storylines (#5236): >Date: Mon May 13 21:07:19 1996 CDT >From: Strafe (#12217) >To: *Storylines (#5236) >Subject: A court must be orginized... >Krystul, Slayer, and Valkyrie stand accused of Torture and consperacy of > murder. Krystul herself also stands accused of kidnapping. >We must orginize a court to try the accused fairly. >As it is, we need a defense and a prosocution. >If interested, please give me a call. >Strafe -- Despenser of Justice^ >-------------------------- I'll do my best, and demand the imedate release of the held prisoners pending trial. Frap. -------------------------- Message 128 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu May 16 01:24:48 1996 CDT From: Naxos (#9972) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: "Woow, I've been a assistant legal aid, why not again? ;) Naxos seeks to aid Frap and will gladly help defend them, he's also nifty with a notepad, and has had past experience (Zillah trial regrets? nah, I got to become a mad beastie that almost ate a mouse, who beat me senseless, fun, no? ) -_^ -------------------------- Message 129 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu May 16 01:26:26 1996 CDT From: Moonheart (#6143) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Naxos Hey from what I saw he almost got ate by the mouse..... Mnht -------------------------- Message 130 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri May 17 00:48:32 1996 CDT From: Lamia (#3623) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *submariners (#8388) Subject: Exploring.. I'll be gone for awhile.. traveling the west coast, investigating the rumors of new islands and land masses offshore there. I'll pick up messages from time to time, so please write with any news.. I'll do the same. --Lamia -------------------------- Message 131 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun May 19 01:33:32 1996 CDT From: Naxos (#9972) To: *Storylines (#5236) umm, once again I'm pushing a fast trial, those guys are *really* bored! ;) we have to set a time I'd say... -------------------------- Message 132 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun May 19 20:43:18 1996 CDT From: Drago (#2307) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A nice guy, but... I read Nejac's post and, like most people, I digest them and file them away somewhere, in a dark and dusty corner in my mind, but...the drawer wont open, alarm bells! uh ohh, error, error... You see, I killed Nejac, and I pulled stuff from his corpse. Looted it. And, I just couldn't help it. He sounds like a nice guy, but such weapons... The alarm bells would not stop. Something was wrong... So, knowing where he lived (heh, didn't know *that*, did you, Nejac?), yes, knowing where he lived, I went around to visit. Oy!!! Such an arsenal!! You would not believe me if I told you. There were shotguns, there were chainsaws, there were hand grenades. Do nice guys have such toys? Where do they get them? A serial killer on GhostWheel could have such toys, not a nice guy. Heh, in fact, Nejac, heh. In fact, as I flipped one of *your* hand grenades over my shoulder on the way out the door, blasting the Snake Pit Tavern into oblivion, I kinda wished you were in there to share the fun, from the inside!!! - BWAHAHA!!! I took all of those toys of yours and hid them, hid them well, so do not bother ransacking my home. They are not, nor will ever be there, heh. Sorta like The old SnakePit not there, you know? I guess it's back to you. -------------------------- Message 133 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun May 19 21:59:33 1996 CDT From: Zorgash (#11177) To: *Storylines (#5236) The Priest Zorgash confronted Restin, smoke, and Strafe on Malcolm Road amongst the Ghostwheel. Though knowing of his evil, Restin proclaimed to be unafraid, even insulting the priest to say he lives under Zillah's control. Laughing at the sheer humor of Restin's grief and fallacies -- his continuing morning of his son Chaos who has forever made his place amoung the evil powerful consortium -- Zorgash sought to entrap these mortals with a blood spell of his making. However, cowards at heart, the three scurried into the forest before the death spell could take affect. It still lurks around the ghostwheel, seeking a target. Zorgash, High Priest of Zarcath -------------------------- Message 134 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue May 21 12:53:31 1996 CDT From: zachnlis (#11697) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Underground Complex - Dark Corridors For anyone who is interested, I now have completed mapping what appears to be the first leg of the SLISSSH domain, residing deep beneath the Real/Time Building. It's called the Dark Corridors. It doesn't tell you how to get there, but it can be used to carefully navigate and find the interesting sites. That is if you're the sort who likes to have your fun spoiled for you. Truthfully, it is near impossible to get around in the Dark Corridors without mapping it out. So if you're interested in getting a copy of it, page me and I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement. It is presently in GIF format and I'm working on zipping it up in interest of bandwidth. I don't know what the price for it is going to be. I think it will be fun to have people roleplay with zachnlis in an attempt to get a copy. I won't be giving it out easily. You'll have to do something for zachnlis @IC. WHAT, I have no idea at this point. The fact is, whoever gets it first will probably just mass produce it to all his or her online friends, so I'm gonna stretch this out @IC as long as it's worth. OR if you are so inclined, you may wish to map it yourself and compete with zachnlis. Whose map is better? Maybe you'll find things that my character did not, etc. etc. ALSO, the mapping's not done. There's still AT LEAST one more level beyond the Dark Corridors that I have yet to map. I plan to start cracking on that some time in the next week or so. If you can FIND the next level WITHOUT the map, and map the lower levels before me, then you'll be way ahead of me, provided you don't die down there first! hehehe.. Unfortunately I don't know how to turn it into a simple textfile and just load it up here. If anyone is willing to take on that task, we can talk. ..Maybe I'll just give PARTS of it away at a time.. Hmm.. Sorry. I'm brainstorming... signed An Invisible Midget -------------------------- Message 135 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu May 23 17:28:12 1996 CDT From: Valentine (#10512) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Law >From the offices of Valentine, Valentine, and Valentine... Friends: As I have been absent my aides have been working on the case of the Knife Throwers--some of you will be familiar with the case: The People v. Krystal, Valkyrie, and Slayer. Perhaps you are also familiar with some of the consternation that surrounds the case. Complaints have been brought that the alleged criminals have been held too long without a trial; others allege that the judicial body--a group calling itself The Justice, is just a vigilante organization built around ego; and still others have brought charges of jury tampering and other foul conspiracies. This is not good. The Justice has been disbanded under uncertain circumstances, and the defence and prosecution for the case cannot seem to come to terms. We are in the seat of anarchy, where the sharpest blade makes the laws, and the only recourse of the weak is to enslave themselves to the strong. We risk entering a time of feudalism and terror. This is not good. We have been given the opportunity to rebuild our society, a society decimated by wars and corporate emperors. Who are we going to look to for guidance? In whose image will we rebuild the world? We need law. We need rules that will keep evil in check, but not subject the innocent to tyranny. We need a system that tries to do the right thing, whatever that is, for the good of the people of our new society. We need justice, and we need rehabilitation for those who think themselves outside the boundaries of morality and the common good. We need law. We face monstrous creatures on every side. The Slisssh, the Chimaera, and, some of you may have seen, other, newer horrors that seem to appear daily--the strange metal beasts of New Genisis City, the shapeshifting thing on the Ghostwheel plains that rivals even the Chimaera for its horror. Yes, we face these threats to our struggling civilization. That is all the more reason that we should not have to fear our fellows. There should be recourse, there should be...law. Without it, what right do we have to hold and punish those who do ill to us? What right do we have to try Krystal and Valkyrie and Slayer--when we have no set rules that they have broken? We cannot have a vigilante society; none of us will be safe. So here is what I propose: A summit. A meeting of minds of our best and our brightest, selected by the peoples they come from. So I put out a call to you: Those of Mount Morlith, choose one among you; those tenacious tenants of the R/T building, choose among you; of Jizo islanders, choose; of the wastelands, choose; of recombs and citydwellers, choose; of the ghostwheel, choose. Send to this summit your representatives, and we will build the Law of the land, the punishments ishments of ( I want to give every group plenty of time to role-play this out amongst themselves. organizing the entire civilized world takes time. So please be patient. On a final note, yes, we ARE inviting a representative from the EIC. And yes, I expect we will get hate mail from several of you. However, I don't want Zillah and company arguing that our laws don't apply to them because they weren't invited. To ensure a peaceful summit, we will be checking weapons at the door, as well as hiring out some protective spells. Anyone interested in being a sgt. at arms (peacemaker) for the summit, please contact myself or Frap. Thank you for your contribution to rebuilding civilization, ---valentine, esq... -------------------------- Message 140 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed May 29 22:53:42 1996 CDT From: Lamia (#3623) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A discovery In recent travels along the west coast I came upon an abandoned underground military facility designated US Army STRICOM. A number of transport vehicles, none of which I could operate, were among the items stored at this location. I contacted Drago to advise and he was able to get one airborne. We made an air tour, heading east then east by northeast covering NO, the Badlands, The Firezone, and a low chain of mountains between the easternmost reaches of the Firezone and the southeastern coastal region of Atlantis. We observed what appeared at a great distance to be airborne reptiles. Traveling then NxNW we overflew the mountainous terrain. Spotting a peak with a broad ledge what appeared to be a cave, we hovered as we studied it then began a slow descent. As we came in view of the cave, Drago pulled the craft into a rapid vertical lift, having realized at the same moment I had: here there be Dragons. We believe we have discovered the exact location of the legendary Mt. Morlith. If it's not Mt. Morlith, there must be more than one colony of the flying sentient Dragon. --Lamia PS: I failed to mention.. the aircraft seems to either have been designed or adapted to use crystals as an alternative source of fuel. -------------------------- Message 141 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed May 29 23:00:36 1996 CDT From: Darby (#12081) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Confirming for the Submariner Nation We are most interested, indeed, in this effort to codify civil and criminal justice codes and I plan to attend this conference as no other member of the Triumverate has stated an intention to. I am greatly looking forward to it. Lamia (Tritoness) -------------------------- Message 142 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed May 29 23:50:05 1996 CDT From: Valentine (#10512) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Law Summit III Dear Friends: For the upcoming Summit of Law (though not too soon upcoming) I would like to invite some speakers. It is our intent to have speakers that are willing to do some research and speak to the representatives on the following topics: Old World Law (what worked and what didn't); Old World Society (what caused it to fail); Magic and Law; and maybe a few others. If you are interested in being a speaker or have an idea for another topic that might be of interest to the representatives at the summit, please contact me. Thank you... --valentine, esq... -------------------------- Message 143 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Jun 2 19:26:09 1996 CDT From: Frap (#6337) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: My leaving. Greetings all, OOC: I am leaving for Colorado in the morning, I'll be getting net access up there as soon as I can and will be back. IC: Frap is taking a quest, a vision quest. To learn the ways of things unknown to him and to learn the flight of eagles and to run like a deer. He hopes he'll achieve a new level of exsistence through this. Though his travels may take him far from the R/T building and his friends, he will return, he will hold you all in his heart on his journey and be stronger for it. OOC: ok, in the absents of not being able to play with Mantle I thought this was best to let him know I am very interesting in 2nd level mage spells. Also I hope thoughs I've asked to @send recommendations to him will do so.. Love you all Frap aka Robert -------------------------- Message 144 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jun 3 18:52:25 1996 CDT From: Timber (#9805) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Activity There seems to be some strange activity in the West Woods. The area to the west has been blocked off and sounds of construction have been heard. Rumor has it a mysterious group is building there. , -------------------------- Message 145 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jun 4 08:57:10 1996 CDT From: Cheetah (#12402) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Tech Order Alot of you probably have, by this point, heard of the Tech Order, and possibly have been wondering about us.. The Tech Order was Created by Myself, based on the ideals and goals of the former Tech Order, the one that existed in the land I lived prior to this one. Basically, The Order's goal is to re-start the flow of the sciences, possibly the sciences coupled with magic, in order to form a better society. And yes, if we are accepted, we will be at the upcoming Law Summit. If any of you wish to visit our Research Facilities, They may be found in Woods Hole, south of the Helipad, at the site of the old hospital. The door may be locked at times, but if you contact Myself, Strafe, Sparks or Karee, one of us can probably let you in for a tour. (OOC) Thanks again to Yjezra for allowing us the Facility, and spending her time working on it.. " -Cheetah " Founder of The New Tech Order -------------------------- Message 146 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jun 25 09:11:33 1996 CDT From: Yjezra (#5288) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: WyvernRest Opens Mount Morlith Aeyrie anounces that a guest hostel, The WyvernRest is now open to the public. Would you like to sleep among the clouds? Ride a Dragon? Enjoy a respite from violence amidst a tranquil environment? For only 1000 crystals per person, you can spend a weekend in a cozy chalet type setting over looking the gardens of Mount Morlith Aeyrie. Longer stays can be arranged. Contact Yjezra (By communicator please, or by @send) to arrange a visit. Clear skies and Happy flights...Yjezra, rider of garnet Lyrzrath. -------------------------- Message 147 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jul 1 20:02:47 1996 CDT From: Strafe (#12217) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Cruelty at it's finest. A horrible thing happened, and must now be shared with the masses. I had just returned from a Soul Quest, and went to look for a little recreation. I flew down from Morlith, just in time to see little Illithia crying. She missed her mother, who had just arrived up on Morlith. Blinded by tears, the poor child bumped into Slayer, who had just come up to the Helipad. Slayer told the child to shut up...how cruel. This only brought more tears to the frightened child's eyes. Slayer, evil and annoyed, blew her away with a shot gun. Slayer is obviously a man of great Courage and Valor. Slayer's nobel and valient destruction of the infant was met with scorn. I suppose Slayer has few ways to express himself. Though the blood of the child made an nteresting medium to do so. Sigh, Strafe -------------------------- Message 148 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jul 1 20:22:02 1996 CDT From: Skywalker (#6644) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: post #147 Ok, I was there too so here's my account... Having returned to the R/T building from a hunt on the Ghostwheel, I landed at the R/T helipad and noticed a small child crying and all alone. As well, Strafe, Slayer, and a cobra-recomb and a minotaur-like creature (recomb) were also there. After a few moments, I noticed that the child was obviously terrified of Slayer and she started crying. Seconds later, a dragon (I don't remember the name, but it was long and difficult to pronounce) landed and I believe tried to take the child to Morlith. However, Slayer had become very annoyed and he snapped, swinging his shotgun into position and firing a shot at the child. She barely had time to scream as the supersonic pellets tore into her skin, leaving blood and gore behind. Obviously shocked at the turn of events, were Strafe, Darkangel (who had arrived while all this was going on) and myself . The others seemed to enjoy this (except for the dragon). After some more difficulties, Slayer attacked Strafe with his bare hands, causing a light wound. However, Strafe managed to flee to safety on the back of the dragon. I apologize if my recounting is a bit graphic but that's exactly what happened. Hope I didn't sound too biased, I did my best to avoid that. Skywalker -------------------------- Message 149 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jul 1 20:31:11 1996 CDT From: Frap (#6337) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: #147 I believe the actions of Slayer to be valid, the great eagle would agree. Young in nature can't survive with out care, I charge the ones present with neglect. As concel to the great and noble Slayer I will defend him and his actions. Programming is a delicate thing, a crying rabbit would attract a eagle.. Who are we to judge Slayer. Frap -------------------------- Message 150 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jul 1 20:51:26 1996 CDT From: Yseult (#4778) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Ilithya's death. On a paticularly hellish day, Yseult was ready to go back up to the Mt, but her daughter, Lith, who had just turned a year old the following month, wanted to stay and ride Yseult's Dragonfriend, Tierz'yrrlan around the plains. Having promised Lith that she could do this sometime, she tried to coax her child onto the dragon, but no go. Lith wanted to stay and wait for Lan to come back. Tired and no longer coherant enough to argue, Yseult let Lan convince her that Lith would be fine for the time being as he returned her to the Mt. Lith in the meanwhile occupied herself with a small crystal that had been given to her long ago as she waited for Lan to return. In the meantime, Slayer arrived, frightening her, and killed her long before Lan could return. Lan laid his rider to rest and returned to the helipad to find it empty. Lith was nowhere to be found. Confused, he searched for her a bit and finally returned to the Mt. As he approached, he sensed his rider's distress through the soul bond and found her babbling hysterically on the Ledge as he landed. Yseult has been having dreams of confusing or unknown content, involving her daughter. Lan tried to comfort her, but soon they learned from Strafe and Brinn, Yjezra's and Ykaire's daughter, that Lith had indeed been killed. Yseult's grief knows no bounds and her sleep is haunted by dreams of her daughter, trapped in a foreign place instead of returned to Earth by the Eagle. Lan blames himself and his moods are constantly shifting from deep depression to anger and violence, (Use caution around him for now;), often affected by his riders current state. -------------------------- Message 151 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jul 1 21:44:52 1996 CDT From: Temple (#11763) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Post 147 I was there. I saw that the human child was being terrifically annoying and tried everyones calm and patience. It got what it deserved. The only regret I have is that there was nothing left of it -- to eat! Temple. -------------------------- Message 152 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jul 3 15:18:32 1996 CDT From: Frap (#6337) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The EIC attempts kidnapping Evening last, as I sat enjoying my afternoon constitution (a couple of glasses of Oz's whiskey).. A young female child entered the lounge, she was very bright and a joy to the atmosphere.. Her name Brinn a child of no more than a dozen and a half moons, she appears much older and very full of hidden talents.. She was acompanied by her father the great leader Ykaire and I assumed they were out for an evening of relaxation as I was myself. I had been in the middle of a conversation with my new and very bright apprentice Alluvia. When another group of men entered the lounge, I recognized two of them to be the infamous Slayer and Darkhawk, the other I'd only seen casually before and knew him only by name as Braden. Darkhawk blocked the only exit from the lounge and I suspected the 3 where up to no good.. They brandished weapons and demanded the child who was not terrified but courious at the 3 men. A conversation incured between the father who was trying his best to protect the child and the leader of this band, Slayer.. I seeing something had to be done tryed quickly to find an approperate spell from my old book.. After finding one I thought would suit, I consentrated and cast my spell only to have it miss fire and strike the child.. Unfortunetly Slayer quickly grab up the child and the 3 ran from the lounge with the father Ykaire and my associate Alluvia in pursute.. I pondered the spell a bit longer trying to find the cause of the mishap, I believe a combination of things contributed to it and I'll share these things with you.. First, Whiskey (alcohal and spell casting don't mix) and two many people in the way. After this I don't know what happened, unable to find anyone around I retired to my room and took a much needed nap after all the exaustion. My aplogies, Frap -------------------------- Message 153 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jul 3 16:34:21 1996 CDT From: Alluvia (#12737) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: What happened after.. As my wise teacher has told, that was indeed what happened in the room when Brinn entered. The conversation was harsh, and many threats were made. The girl seemed perhaps the calmest of all of us, and against my pleading she only stared at the one known as Slayer with a very harsh look. As the Magister Frap has said, his spell did backfire. And so it did lead to the kidnapping. I had followed after Slayer, sensing where he was to go. We got into a bit of a confrontation, but the EIC members and Braden had split up, so it was not as difficult. Ykaire followed behind me, and I continued my talk with Slayer. I tried to reclaim the child twice, both meeting with a feirce hit by Slayer to my person. But the child it seemed needed no help at all. She broke free upon her own regard, and hurried quickly to her father. Nothing much inused after, Ykaire called the dragons, and Slayer did not attempt to take the child again. We all escaped upon the dragons, Ykaire, Brinn and myself, very thankful to be away from that place. I owe many thanks to the lady Yjezra and Ykaire, as well as the daughter Brinn. I hope resolvement can come from this... Alluvia -------------------------- Message 154 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jul 6 08:51:11 1996 CDT From: Frap (#6337) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The abduction of Alluvia Frowns, Again tragity struck last evening. My faithful apprentice Alluvia was kidnapped, all we had was a ransom note that was seemingly writen by her for her abductors. She named the Dragon Rider Yjezra personally. Upon questioning the one called Yjezra I got mixed feelings and it was very confusing. She was willing to take us to her mountain and show us, but we never got that chance. Someone reported seeing the ones called Slayer and Braden gaurding what seemed to be a prisoner cage. We all (the group was very large consisting of DR, Subbie, and a few others) headed to this place, Quville underground or something like that. Well, we found the infamous Slayer and Braden as reported, there was a cage and a argument broke out and tempers flared. The girl was there I believe, but before I got a chance to investigate, Slayer and Braden exited and a long chase begain. I'm not sure what happened, but the one called Braden escaped and Slayer was cornered by Yjezra and her dragon at the crossroads. It didn't look to good for this Slayer, and this is where I begain to get suspesious of Yjezra. She seemed inraged.. was ready to hack ol Slayers head off right then and there.. we reasoned with her.. Slayer seems to be level headed and seemed to be willing to take what ever was coming. seeing no choice, and knowing that the lady was indangering herself and others, I cast my spell and no backfires she went out like a light.. I carried her to safety where she was revived and healed. ooc: I'll let others tell this story from their vantage points.. my story telling is not so good sometimes. Frap -------------------------- Message 155 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jul 6 08:54:25 1996 CDT From: Frap (#6337) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: addition to 154 ooc sorry, forgot something ic: The lady Yjezra was very hostile at this point, and I still don't know where my apprentice is, I do believe she is on the mountain. Frap -------------------------- Message 156 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Jul 7 03:40:31 1996 CDT From: Frap (#6337) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A thought Several agravated folk are upset at my handling of things, now Morrigan who was nothing more that an haplis squirt when we met comes along and threatens ol Frap. Telling me the ways of mages.. Yes I am a mage, I try and pratice the art with the best of my ablities. But I'm also an individual who sees things differant than some of my brethern. Mages hold a great deal of power at their finger tips, we have to practice control and not so quickly take sides in matters. If we let our emotions dictate our actions, then we lose. Morrigan seems to thing that using his emotions to practice his art helps him. But how many humans have made mistakes because they did this? As for the elements, gaurdians over or such. Hogwash, if we assume we can gaurd over such things we are fools. Do the riders control the Dragons or do the Dragons live in a society where as they can learn and benefit from the riders? They both gain mutual ground in this respect. As for human titles of gaurdianship I'd say that is arrogance. And the riders do have a society that works through respect. Ok, on to my actions, my casting that knocked out the child Brinn was a misfire, something that happens and is a good example of how no matter how we try, we can not control these things totaly, I feel the great one grant us these gifts and ever so often remind us that we are still human. (OOCly, this sorta thing should be played out more often, we rely on stats way more often than our ability to rp, a drunken mage would be apt to do something such as this.) As for Slayer, I find him/it to be interesting and something is there that saddens me. I know he is not responsible for all his actions, someone wrote a great deal of who he is. I can't say he is evil for he is no more evil that a shotgun is. But everytime something goes wrong to many folks are gathering togather to form his lynching. I just feel he deserves a bit of understanding and perhaps someone could come up with a new program. Strafe and he's new Tech Order, that would be a challenge for him. Anyhow, that brings us to the other night.. Slayer was involed in another kidnapping. I won't go into details, but things went wrong fast. The person he took was freed and safe, but still he was hunted like a dog. The people that accused him turned into Slayers themselves.. Is this right was all I asked? Before anymore blood could be spilt, I stoped it. Precieving Yjezra was fixing to attack I cast a spell which rendered her unconsious and took her safely back to the pad. She was restored to health and revived there. She was very resentful of my actions. No I am not a EIC member, I do not condon what they do.. It is only Slayer that interest me. He is clearly not responsible for his actions. I don't have answers, but I know that people should see these things. They claim that they want civilization, law and order, but they always revert back to a vigilanty system where the accused has no say or rights. Self appointed law makers such as Strafe denie rights to the accused and block every avenue of defence. Anyhow, those are my thoughts on this.. I have never claimed to be wiser than any here.. I just do what I do.. I've never claimed to be so rightous that I can judge others.. There is a way, we have to work towards it. I'm also not selfish as Morrigan put it, if I was.. I'd of climbed higher than himself in such a short time. I would never of taken the time to help him or any others that I have helped. Frap -------------------------- Message 157 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Jul 7 11:18:50 1996 CDT From: Alluvia (#12737) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Slayer, Vigilanties and thoughts. I read what the Magister Frap has said, as well as talked to him and many like him... and in some senses , he is right. There are many out for blood. I must thank all (Yjezra, Strafe, Frap... and anyone else who's name I have forgotten) that helped to save me that night. It was a kind and noble thing that drew you to help such an unknowing person as myself. All the kindness and compassion made this land a bit safer.. But I cannot admit, that Slayer is not evil, as my mentor has said. He thinks just like any human can, if not more, by things endowed to him. He acts just like any human does, even with the emotion. Though his are hidden and hard to reach, they are there. He as well as his newly found counterpart, Braden should be held responsible for what they have done. We cannot let them win, by falling in against ourselves, blaming Yjezra or anyone for that matter except the guilty men. I came here in search of many things, and so I have seen. I have seen the kindness of people, and the hatred. We cannot let the Slayers of the world bring us to hatred. We cannot let them scare us away. I do not mean we need to challenge or fight.... But we cannot close our eyes in ignorance either. Alluvia -------------------------- Message 158 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Jul 7 12:06:34 1996 CDT From: Slayer (#9883) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: tps.. I have hesitated to post anything b/c its is sometimes tempting to use knowledge you may have, even if your character hasn't learned of it IC. Still, Slayer's actions have affected so many, that some clarification is needed... keeping in mind, of course that this is just an informational posting of the tinyplots that Slayer has been in which have affected others, and provides no IC knowledge to your characters.. someitimes the false rumors are more interesting than what actually happened ;) *** Krystul sponsored a dagger-throwing contest (at human and recomb prisoners, which Slayer was participating in.. Krystul, SLayer, and Valkyrie spent a LONG time in a Morlith prison cell and Krystul swore to get back at the Riders, though they were only hosts.. (Krystul controls much of Slayers program IC) *** Slayer killed Yroshi's dragon (Lyrziat or something) with some missile projecticle and Yroshi ended up becoming Lykaj. evidence is still around to prove this, but no one has found it *** Slayer killed Ilythia with shotgun b/c she bumped into it and wouldn't stop crying. more to come here... *** Krystul commanded Slayer to start wars, especially with the DR's... 1) It tried to kidnap Brinn (YJ and Ykaires daughter) with aid of Braden and Darkhawk, and blame it on Tech Order 2) It painted graffiti on Tech HQ which suggested that the subbies had done it to increase already present ttensions 3) It and Braden kidnapped Alluvia and tried to blame it on YJ. Both kidnapping attempts were semi-foiled, but the goal of increasing tensions between races was achieved. -------------------------- Message 159 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Jul 7 15:52:31 1996 CDT From: Morrigan (#10469) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Message #156 Frap, despite his great attempts to sound noble, has left a few choice things from his grand and wonderful speech. Let us take the following into consideration: (1) The wheel of elements, Earth, Wind, Water and Fire, comprise the 5th, which is Spirit. On the wheel of elements, a person learns information, considered good nor evil in the North. They create a plan on how they intent to use this information...only the plan now, in the East. In the South, the plan is put to effect, and completed. In the West, meditation on the results of the plan, are studied and established. Invariably, that leads us back to the North, and so the wheel begins again. Consider also, that North is Knowledge, East is Logic, South is Emotion, and West is Understanding. Not so hard to see how Frap can get confused, being as he undoubtedly knew none of this, and hence, obviously misconstrued my statements saying that emotion drives our magery, for we complete our plans in the South, and South is emotion. Too easy, but also too late. (2) Human Guardianship: Despite Frap's nearly mindless blatherings about us not being Guardians, we _are_ such. All of us, mages and non-mages alike. Whether we choose to abide and hold fast to our stewardship, or abandon it for distractions, is up to all of us. However, to answer his question, Dragons, nor riders control the other, but BOTH, explicitly guard a chamber that is a Point of Power, being that their Stewardship is the defense of the Point of power known as the Sarkus, the quarter for East, the Air. Again, Frap is either badly informed, or simply understands not. Consider the Submariners. They have their own to guard, as do others, the recombs, the Mages, Crystal Hunters, and other legendary races, such as the fabled SoulMechs. WE _are_ stewards of these points. Whether we wander away, knowing not of our purpose or other, does not change the fact that the Points of Power are given into our hands to defend, even against the others, if the unfortunate need should ever arise. Now, Frap's actions. A misfire of a spell that knocked a child unconscious. A drunken mage, casting a spell? It's invariably obvious that this is a mistake to begin with, and knocking out a child? My friends, The Earthen power is strong, and it _does_ hurt indeed, before you are rendered unconscious. It probably warrants mentioning that the pain is usually so great, the pain itself is what causes you to pass out. And Frap's spell, misfired, and took a simple, gentle child by mistake. I ask you, races and cultures all, if you have children, would you let your child be the victim of magery, and simply smile at a drunken mage, and walk off, ignoring the fact that your child has just went through excruciating pain? Slayer: I have ran into Slayer in the past, but have never come to confrontation with it, though I know much of its exploits. My first confrontation with Slayer was when the thing tried to kill a ward of mine, who sought asylum in my Tower in the deep Wastes. I sought to wield the powers of magery (With a clear mind, I must add), and incapacitated the cyborg, -without- killing it. I carried the cyborg away from the scene of the incident, and dropped it near its home. However, consider the knife throwing contest, this unknown and nearly fatal attack upon my ward, the recent kidnappings and other associated mayhem. Program or no, we have a menace running about. Shall we just ask it to come for a cup of good Irish stout, and chat about the things? Hardly. Resistance is a neccessary, and passive resistance is futile at this point. Yjezra: Though most of those out there now do not know, I have been working a long time, on cultivating a strong and prosperous relationship and alliance between the Dragon Riders, and Mages. Frap's mental incontinence led him to cast upon the Lady Yjezra, causing her much grief, which I wholeheartedly understand, as I have a child of my own. Irregardless of the fact that she was revived and restored to health with magery, the effects of that selfsame spell were also excruciating. Yes, you heard me correctly. Yjezra suffered enough pain within instants, for her to pass out, -at the hands of the Magister Frap-, who cast this time, -with a clear mind.- Consider this as well. I STILL seek this alliance, and lasting friendship between the Mages and Dragon Riders, and I will decree the following: Publically, I will place my back to Yjezra's back in any confrontations if I am humanly able, lending her the strength of my swordarm and magery alike. Strafe: Strafe is simple, honest man who simply wishes to see things peacefully, and has quite accepted the fact that sometimes peace can only be gained through strife, and battle. I applaud his understanding, and insight. Selfishness? It would seem to me, that the Magister Frap is deserving of some vigilance and watchfulness, since he would cause a mother and child alike so much pain, and despite his proclamations to the opposite, continue to aid those in the EIC. The Morrigan, Association Leader -------------------------- Message 160 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Jul 7 21:30:22 1996 CDT From: Apocalypse (#5615) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Darkangels capture Temple using her seductive skills brainwashed a tech at Dak to help her construct Apocalypses DNA strand, all they needed was an incubation chamber. Apocalypse selected Darkangel. mainly because of his attraction to her. An egg was removed from Darkangel during her first capture, and impregnated with Apocalypses DNA and implanted into the unknowing woman. Little did she know, that the baby she thought she was carrying of Strafes was actually Apocalypses clone. Darkangel was captured on the plains of Ghostwheel near strykers bend, where he knocked her out, and took her to the secret lab. for the removal of the embryo. Where it was placed in a special tank and fed growth hormones speeding his growth, and development. Temple using her conditioning taught and trained the embryo during its encapsulation. Darkangels most recent capture has left her emotionally scared, and physically defeated, her stomach will always bear her the reminder of her lost child. Apocalypse, Leader EIC. -------------------------- Message 161 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jul 8 23:47:23 1996 CDT From: Frap (#6337) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: the Missing child of Yseults, an investigation Today I imbarked on a journy I never would of dreamed of doing, I decided to go to midrealm to start my investigation of the missing child. Hoping to find out if the Eagle had seen anything and if there were any clues there I allowed death to take my body. I found several interesting things while there and returned back.. I will fill any who want to know in on my results. Frap -------------------------- Message 162 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jul 10 11:48:11 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: I'm back. ooc: I've been pondering this for a long time, Monday, my character will be a year old, so for the event.. I thought I'd give myself and you all a present and bring Red Fang back. Here is the story how this happens. Without the Eagles consent or knowledge, Red Fang and his love Tempest died or what seemed to be death. The world morned the passing. But the bodies of the two remained in state in the bedroom in Red's Keep, undisterbed or watched. Their souls wandered far, lost to the physical world not knowing who they were. Then Red woke an found himself next to his love, his memory was vague as to what had happened. He stretched and felt himself again. Weaker from the long sleep he foraged for food and ate and drank from his well.. Then he set out to find his friends.. Some things Red does not remember, he may not remember names of people that he once knew or he may.. It comes back slowly and he will remember it all over time. He is, and will be the same ol Red that he was, confused, helpful, and sometimes the scoundrel he is.. He's here to have fun! Red Fang aka Robert -------------------------- Message 163 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jul 10 13:36:33 1996 CDT From: Carrie (#12014) To: *Storylines (#5236) Having spent all that time in the Wastelands, having survived the meanest radstorms and the fears of running out of water or rations...she never thought she'd have to fight to retain her own sanity. She runs through her days, trying to ignore that song in her head, calling her out to the dance she has resisted for years and years. Every day it has grown stronger and now it rings as clear as a church bell using her head as a tower. How much longer does she think she can ignore what she is? -------------------------- Message 164 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jul 11 18:21:38 1996 CDT From: Lamia (#3623) To: *submariners (#8388) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: INITIAL DECREE OF THE TRIUMVERATE: Inasmuch as the Tech Order has seen fit to usurp the premises owned by the Submariner Nation and used by them for medical treatment/study/research; AND inasmuch as leadership of the Tech Order has seen fit to lock the premises denying access to any but themselves: BE IT KNOWN: The members of the Submariner shall attack upon sight any member of the Tech Order as well as anyone deemed to be abetting said members either actively or passively. Triton Elendil will publish the formal Declaration of War, enumerate the demands of the Submariner Nation in this conflict, and post the Writ of its Execution upon the front of the Woods Hole Facility. Members of our Nation, be advised now to take arms. Allies of our Nation, stand with us. Lama (Tritoness) on behalf of the Triumverate SEALED this 8th day of February C.E. 2636 -------------------------- Message 165 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jul 11 19:08:05 1996 CDT From: Carrie (#12014) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The reluctant mage. Starting like a distant hum, that song invaded her mind again. Crossed wires, not now! If she lost concentration, that cainid'd have her for lunch! The thought did nothing to quell the growing harmony as it threatened to swallow her mind whole if she didn't grasp it soon. She faltered, vision growing blurry. The blood-mottled cainid lunged at her, claws tearing into her arm as she barely twisted out of the way at the last moment. Anger pulsated, fueled by the pain, and the song in her head grew discordant. The cainid snapped around her and instinctively, she leashed the song, channeling every dark emotion into her stare. The song waned to a satisfied hum as the cainid ran over the dunes with its tail between its legs. Stunned, she stood there, watching the abomination flee. 'Come to me and I will teach you all I know.' A voice echoed in her memory. -------------------------- Message 166 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jul 11 19:59:07 1996 CDT From: Tadewi (#3791) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Allies of the Submariners Unite! By the grace of my Lady Sister, Kara de Mystique, I am granted the right to speak for the House in her place while she is absent from N'Orleans. As the call to war upon the group known as the Tech Order by our long-time allies the Nation of Submariners, be it known that the House de Mystique on N'Orleans stands by them and will give aid and succor as well as men and arms to the Nation and will sumarily execute all members of the Tech Order be it they encroach upon our land or approach any of us at any time. Lady Tadewi de Mystique, by the grace of Lady Kara -------------------------- Message 167 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Jul 12 15:49:47 1996 CDT From: Zillah (#5587) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Rising Storm. She studied the subject on the table with scientific interest, poking and prodding the limbs, testing the heartrate and blood pressure. Curious, very curious indeed, she thought as she scribbled more notes on her clip board. The corpse like figure stared at her with hollow eyes, sanity and any trace of its human likeness or gender gone from months of ravaging tests. She paid no attention to the appearance no more than she noticed the abominations in their cages or heard their screams and howls of pain and rage. All that mattered were the results, everything else was trivial. 'Zillah, Zillah! There's a message for you!' a small, irritating voice called as Andi dashed into the room. She turned from her experiment to level a stare fit to freeze a wendigo at the young girl. She was pretty, lovely even, but annoying as anything. Still, she had her uses, being a runaway Noble from N'Orleans. She glanced at her shelves. And even if she had no uses anymore, there was chemical #6789 that had not been tested on human flesh yet. She snatched the folded sheet of paper from the cringing girl's hands, nodding once to send her scurrying off to other chores. Smoothing the wrinkled sheet, she smiled as she read the note quickly. 'Oh my, seems I've been confining myself to my labs too long. I think it's time I returned.' -------------------------- Message 168 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jul 15 15:52:41 1996 CDT From: Yseult (#4778) To: *DragonRiders (#5915) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: At last things were looking up.... Tierz'yrrlan felt satisfaction at last as the cyborg crumbled to the ground, his mechanical body twitching uncontrollably from the bolt of lightning the sprang from the enraged dragon's mouth. The creature that had caused his rider so much pain and anguish was reduced to an unconcious target. Serenity returned to the black dragon's eyes and the rage inside of him died, as did the desire to kill the origin of his rider's ordeal. Instead he turned to Yrose, instructing her to take the cyborg into custody. He had done his part for now. It was up to the Mt to decide his fate any further. Yseult felt her dragon's small victory through the soul bond they shared and a smile spread across her lips for the first time since learning her daughter was dead and the Eagle for some reason had not returned her. She rose from her bed as she felt his presence grow nearer. Leaving her cavern, she traveled to the Ledge to congradulate her black beauty, the love she felt for him finally overwhelming the sorrow at her loss. Just as she entered, the DragonHealer, Yjezra arrived to take possession of the cyborg, her voice vexed and her mannerisms angered. All well placed and understandable as the cyborg had caused her considerable amounts of trouble as well. With just enough strength to give Lan's muzzle a loving squeeze, she felt him hustling her off to bed again, still worried about her. She didn't have the will to argue with him anymore and let herself be sent off. The bed was still warm and the sheets crisp and the pillow inviting...she was asleep in moments. Her dreams were haunted again with visions of her daughter...that same vision of swirling colors and vortexs ripping like howling banshees, filling ever corner of her line of sight. And there was her daughter, Ilithya, reaching out with her tiny hand, she spoke in their native tongune, Tarabonese, "Jahenna, mai deso comme holt." Her voice was strained with fear. Yseult woke screaming and moments later Lan roared in.... -------------------------- Message 169 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jul 15 19:48:53 1996 CDT From: Tadewi (#3791) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Swimming Doubts. Tadewi dashed into the Maison quickly, her skirts hiked almost to her knees to allow her more speed. The servants had to dart to the side to miss being bowled over by their speeding Mistress. One maidservant opened her mouth, 'My Lady, whatever--' but Lady Tadewi de Maison Mystique was shutting the door to her room before another word could be uttered. She paced along the soft crimson carpet in her room, brushing fine locks of tri-colored hair from her face. Gods above, what had she done? What had she dragged her family name into? Yes, it was war and that in itself was never pretty, but was she on the right side? She still recalled Cheetah, the Tech Order leader and his story. It had to be lies. Her family had allied with the Submariners before, they were honest, dutiful people. Why then were deception sensors so oddly silent. It was almost as it...no, it couldn't. It was almost as if he spoke the truth. That is impossible! Her mind reeled at the very idea of it, but deny it as she might, she had not sensed that he was lying. Just as she thought of perhaps backing down, removing her family from the fight, a new injustice had emerged. Just moments before she witnessed a white dragon strike Drago down with no warning. The rider on its back reeked of anger and afterwards smug satisfaction. The filth of those emotions washed over her, giving her a desire to bathe to rid her mind of the slimy feelings. This meant the dragonriders had joined sides with the Tech Order. This was too bad, she had many friends on the Mount, but warw--war was war and it was seldom pretty or clean. It broke nations and ruined worlds. Letting out a long sigh, she steeled herself for what lay ahead. Perhaps she might have backed down...but after seeing the dragon strike someone down so violently...no, she would not. -------------------------- Message 170 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jul 15 20:11:04 1996 CDT From: Krystul (#12164) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Slayer's release.. Slayer has communicated to me, via its built-in transmitter, the acts which took place today. It was attacked on the helipad by a dragon even though Slayer never took a swing at the dragon, it continued to attack until Slayer short-circuited. It was then captured and sent to that dreadful prison cell on Morlith again, where it was subjected to physical , mental, and even emotional pain (horrible emotions were forced upon Slayer with full knowledge that Slayer has not been able to handle even mild emotions in the past). Though Slayer has done much which others in their self-righteous outlook consider evil, it can not lie, so these words and actions which I pass on to you are true, though I have been known to lie, this that I announce is truth and will be acted upon. I demand my cyborg's release, without any more harm to it, and with all of its belongings in its possession. If my demand is not met, I and the rest of the EIC will freely attack any DragonRider or DragonRider ally as often as we choose to and in any manner which we choose until Slayer is released under these conditions. -------------------------- Message 171 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jul 15 21:25:33 1996 CDT From: Moonheart (#6143) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Birth announcement With the help of Tempest Cordelia gave birth to 2 healthy babies ...Rand and Renna..Red_Fang nearly fainted during the birth but is expected to make a full revovery ... With the help of Tempest Cordelia gave birth to 2 healthy babies ...Rand and Renna..Red_Fang nearly fainted during the birth but is expected to make a full revovery ... New Daddy Moonheart... New Daddy Moonheart... -------------------------- Message 172 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jul 15 21:35:21 1996 CDT From: Moonheart (#6143) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: doubled lines don't know why it's doing that ..must be my client sorry. don't know why it's doing that ..must be my client sorry. Mnht -------------------------- Message 173 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jul 15 21:39:46 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Neutral stance Considering the recent events and storys I have heard since my return and the birth of the two lives here on the Oasis.. I am declaring neutrality for the safety of all in my family of friends.. I will defend my land with my life and my wife Tempest is behind me.. If! you want to mess with the two toughest blades in all the wasteland and the meanest staff.. You're welcome to try.. But I advise against it.. Red Fang and Tempest For Moonheart and Corrie -------------------------- Message 174 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jul 15 21:50:10 1996 CDT From: Strafe (#12217) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Subbie Trouble This might sound garbled, as the events are still unclear to me. But, it is an occurance that all should know about. A coupla days ago, I went into the Lounge for a drink. I did not know that it would turn into something much more significant. Just as I had ordered my wine, Lamia and Drago walked in. Lamia, knowing I had once been a Tech, demanded the door code from me. After some banter and my refusal, Drago threatened my life with his shotgun. I still refused, and am still alive because of the Lounges non-violence magic. When the cowards threatned DarkAngel's life, though, I felt a genuine worry. Knowing that I could not protect DarkAngel forever, I am ashamed to admit that I did infact tell Lamia the code. This is something I am very ashamed of, but was forced to do. Now, days later, I ran into Lamia and Drago on the Helipad. I was on my way to Morlith, when Drago struck me without warning with a hammer. I lept upon Daan's back, and flew off, needing to get to safety and sweep back around. Daan flew in towards the Helipad, and breathed her lightening against Drago. When the smoke had cleared, only me and Daan were on the Helipad, and there was no corpse to be seen. -------------------------- Message 175 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jul 16 05:30:52 1996 CDT From: Lamia (#3623) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: 174 (Strafe's) <*sighs*> While it is true that I demanded the door code from Strafe (having blocked his exit from the lounge -- and having Myst [whoever she is] attack me through the exit, causing me to dodge:) upon threat of his life and that of his woman, Strafe did not refuse to dibulge.. the code. on the contrary, he demanded a katana, repeatedly, in exchange for this information. When I refused to give him anything, he tried to barter further. The man is a pig, pure and simple, and I soon realized he did not care how many of his associatesss we threatened -- as long as *he* got something he deemed of value from the negotiations. He was quite insistent upon this. Lamia simply shrugged and left the lounge, Drago having departed prior to that. Subbie Nukem had remained with her as witness to the exchange. Drago stood without, where DarkAngel was presesnt -- he culd have certainly atacked her backing up my threats to Strafe.. but threats are just that. And Strafe's mind was upon a katana, not his woman -- and not his erstwhile associate in TO, whom he wound up betraying anyway -- he did divulge the doorcode to another Submariner not an hour later. I use the term 'erstwhile' loosely, since Strafe still maintains an office there. Anyone who continues to keep their name on a door at TO HQ is subject to attack/death by edict of the Triumverate. They will, by appearing in public, subject themselves to risk of death until they publicly rescind all claims to the premises. On the helipad last night, Strafe was attacked by Drago. Strafe fled on dragonback, the dragon returning, riderless, to attack Drago. The dragon somehow caused Drago to be engulphed in a flash of lighning; indeed, he was covered with ash. He did, however, hail an chopper for Ghostwheel Plain and leave the helipad. I followed him there, after a moment of pure disbelief. I've never seen a dragon attack anyone in such a fashion. -------------------------- Message 176 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jul 16 06:51:12 1996 CDT From: Strafe (#12217) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Lamia's Post As I said, that nights events are muddled to me. Now let me try to fill some of the holes I left, and Lamia exploited. The whole thing about the katana was to get Lamia to argue with me, and hopefully give up on her threats. My logic doesn't seem to make sense now, but at the time, it was the best I could do. Let it be known to all that there is NOTHING more important to me then DarkAngel, and Lamia's accusations of me being so coldhearted are nothing more then that; accusations. About Daan's attack on Drago. First of all, I WAS on her. Second Drago attacked me without provocation, so Daan's actions were VERY justifiable. Please excuse me if this post makes little sense. I am not mentally well right now, and need to rest my werry mind. sc -------------------------- Message 177 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jul 16 09:21:12 1996 CDT From: Moonheart (#6143) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Strafe I witnessed Strafe barging for a katana later that same night. He didn't seem to care anything about DarkAngel he just wanted a sword and protection to make sure no one from EIC killed him he stressed that more then once no mention of Darkangel but protection for himself. I find it disturbing that someone like this may be a dragonrider someday and already has dragons doing his fighting for him. Mnht (ooc) hmmmm now that I've typed all of this I can't recall if I was ic or ooc at the time. -------------------------- Message 178 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jul 16 09:32:09 1996 CDT From: Synge (#12541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: 'Techie vs Subbie' here are some facts I know about this 'War' 1) The Subbies overwhelm the Techies. 2) I don't know why Drago sledged Strafe (it was uncalled for, he got his info) 3) I believe what the dragon that strafe was on did was right. -I have claimed total Neutrality in the stupid war, and will try to reason with both parties. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I don't really care what happenes in this was, I just want to be safe from other groups. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -Synge, Mage, 3rd Circle. -------------------------- Message 179 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jul 16 09:49:29 1996 CDT From: Cheetah (#12402) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Problems.. Cheetah sighed, walking out the front door of The Research offices. There was the submariner's `warning' notice, and now something new.. A giant Kraaken skull.. Why could they not leave him alone? He had no want for war, and the Submariners declare such on him... What to be able to simply retreat to his research and be left alone.. He popped open the panel on the front of the building, where one entered the entrance keycode... Not more than a few days before he had found a blackmail note tacked to the door of his office.. Some fellow named Assassin seemed to have the code.. Wanted money, threating to sell it to the submariners if Cheetah did not comply with his demands. He suspected strafe might have been the culprit, as only Strafe, himself, and another Order member had the keycode.. Fiddling with the wiring for a bit, he accessed the internal settings keypad, entered his maintanence code, and changed the entrance code once again. Damned hassle to do this every time, he thought... Sealing up the casings and panel once again, he took one last look up at the huge Kraaken skull. "Gonna have to get that thing taken down.. Wonder where I can get a crane?" he murmered. Cheetah exited back into the facilities, closing the door behind him, and heading back to his office..... -------------------------- Message 180 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jul 16 12:08:27 1996 CDT From: Naxos (#9972) To: *Storylines (#5236) in my opinion OOC the land was the subbies, so the techies have a few choices get out, make a treaty, or get kicked out and cause a war neither side really wants, really ;) -------------------------- Message 181 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jul 16 12:13:25 1996 CDT From: Venom (#9857) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: War I am not on anyones side on this war. BUt why do you techies just dont get off there kand. I mean give me a brea they have owned it for thousands of years why try to take it a way from them. The subbies are powerful and plentiful. I think lots of people are getting stuck in the middle of this and some people are getting killed for nothing. Just get off there land techs. Venom the snake warlord. -------------------------- Message 182 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jul 16 13:42:06 1996 CDT From: smoke (#11265) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Blood and Love Smoke paces the floor of her domain, she is worried about how the war is effecting her soon to be brother in law Strafe. She laughs to herself as she takes another drink of her whiskey, thinking about the comments made by Lamia. "Strafe trading Darkangel for a weapon, that's totally asinine" she mumbles to herself. Smoke walks over and looks out her window, she can see the ocean sparkling under the moonlight. She thinks about how she used to love the sea, but now.....the sight almost sickens her. She yells out "Damn subbies why cant you just stay in the ocean where you belong", but then this thought saddens her, she enjoys her hunts with Skywalker and Nukem, even Karcass has been cordial on a few occasions. Smoke walks back to her bar and pours herself another whiskey, thinking about how beautiful and happy her sister has become since meeting Strafe. She whispers to herself "Blood is thicker then water....Strafe soon will be family....I will fight by his side if need be....to the death...." -------------------------- Message 183 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jul 16 13:52:46 1996 CDT From: Yseult (#4778) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Law and Order? Chavva's blood, what foolishness! Faster and faster her arms moved, in tune with her body. Strike, strike, turn, high kick, feint. The movements were returning to her with precision. She did not have to think about them, they came as natural as walking or riding did. As well she didn't have to concentrate on them. Her thoughts were elsewhere. She heard the rumors that floated to the Mount with returning riders. Someone was demanding that Slayer be released for reasons that confused Yseult at best. Outlanders always confused her with their logic. How could anyone demand that a creature such as Slayer be released again? In her holt he would have been hung and disassembled for his actions. No one in her holt ever commited so much dishonor and had so much susai to pay. Maldonniy the likes of him would have long ago been forced into Putassi robes or put to death. Thrust, thrust, kick, spin with a low kick. Maldonniy such as him forfeit all rights the moment another's tien was violated. No Maldonniy in her holt ever even protested that. Many willingly placed their heads in nooses to attone for the susai they owe not only their victim, but the entire holt. Sweat dripped from her brow and glistened on her tanned skin as she ended her session. Grabbing a towel from the edge of her bed, she jogged lightly around her cavern to cool down. Slayer owed her much susai and she would see that he paid every scrap of it. -------------------------- Message 184 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jul 16 16:40:25 1996 CDT From: Valentine (#10512) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A strange sighting... A sighting by a wandering submariner swimming off the coast of Wood's Hole: That dragon was an amazing thing. You should have seen the wings! But what I saw on it was even more amazing. I'd been keeping an eye on that Tech place, and who do I see but their head honcho, Chee-man, or whatever, coming out all furtive and secretive like. He talked to the woman on the dragon--she was dark-haired, wearing some kind of funny three-cornered hat, and _two_ rapiers!--then he climbed up there with her and they just took off into the sky! --The submariner was unable to see exactly where the dragon was headed, but they were definitely aiming for the mainland. -------------------------- Message 185 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jul 16 17:59:05 1996 CDT From: Frap (#6337) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A Vision Frap was studying hard, reading and thinking all he could to figure out the mystry of the missing child... Swirling vortex's and black spheres raced through his mind.. Then the rumor of war came... Something had to make sense... There has to be an evil mage that is planning some evil.. The feel of magic is strong in the child Brinn... The black spheres? where they portals? If so where to? Frap's mind wandered on through these thoughts. The Sarkas, the great Pearl, the ghost wheel its self, the great kiva, and the strange Cone he'd head about in the wasteland.. could the portals go to these places? Why was the child abducted or taken to this place by the Eagle? Was the Eagle breaking with the great Quinn and forming a new alliance? Then this damn distracting war busness, was it a ploy to distract the races from the coming invasion? Frap's mind wandered on.. I need to consult with the others.. who do we trust? His mind faded back to the mountains and his childhood in the little town where his mother raised him.. He wish he was there. Frap -------------------------- Message 186 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jul 16 19:03:32 1996 CDT From: Synge (#12541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Kraaken Skull on the techies wall. It was yesterday, when i was walking along the woods hole area. I was walking, and thinking about the missing child ilithya. All of the sudden, I heard voices towards the woods hole Facility... curious, I went to see what was going on. I saw a Kraakens Skull on the side of the Techies wall, and Lamia and some of her fellow subbies talking. They looked at me, and started to ask me if i was a techie. I replied no, and they nodded. They then told me to leave the premises, and I just left. I believe that kraaken skull was a little too much, and decided to do something about it. Me and frap talked, and we have decided we must put a stop to this stupid war. Lives are being lost just so the subbies can have a piece of land that THEY let the techies build there facility on. I am not choosing sides, I am just saying that the subbies _and_ the techies need to meet, with each other, (not trying to kill each other), and discuss what must be done. you can't just give someone a piece of land, and then decide you want it back. do we have no order? do we have no laws? ------------------------------------------------------------ -Synge, Mage 3rd Circle. -------------------------- Message 187 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jul 16 19:08:08 1996 CDT From: Yseult (#4778) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *DragonRiders (#5915) Subject: Time to Tap Tems. Yseult sat on the bed as she combed small strands of her hair to plait into thin braids. Her Dragonfriend, Lan, lounged lazily in his dragoncot as he caught her up on news, both Morlith related and otherwise. The talk of war surprised her. 'Who is fighting who now?' Lan yawned broadly, displaying rows of sharp teeth. Yseult chuckled as she tied off another braid and reached for her comb on the bed to comb another section of hair. His voice was a deep, soothingly calm rumble, like a waterfall, 'It seems to be the wetlanders and another group of humans called the Tech Order. I've heard the others speak often of it.' Yseult frowned, letting the section of hair dangle between her fingers for a moment. 'I've never exactly gotten along with the wetlanders, but they seemed honorable enough people.' Lan's eyes suddenly flashed with red, his voice tensing, 'They attacked Strafe. The Dragonhealer's child says he is Worthy. That is all I need to to consider him Worthy.' Yseult blinked, then nodded, feeling the intensity of her Dragonfriend's anger wave over her like a blast of wind blowing the heat of a strong bonfire over in her direction. Yseult continued with braiding her golden locks, 'It would be better to wait, I think, to hear from the newly formed counsil. If they decree it, I'll tap tems with the wetlanders.' Lan's eyes whirled back to blue gray as he nodded and settled back in his cot. She could feel his approval wash over her, the heat of his anger gone. Yseult braided in silence, quietly wishing there was not war, but maybe also slightly grateful for it. Anything to take her mind of Ilithya and the nightmares that robbed her of her sleep. -------------------------- Message 188 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jul 16 20:04:38 1996 CDT From: Valentine (#10512) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Mysterious theft in R/T Building The events of early evening Mon Feb 23, 2636 (R/T Building): At some time during the evening of Monday the 23, it was discovered that a computer had been stolen from the Library of the R/T building. The chain that had secured it was found sawed in half. At about the same time, two cloaked figures were seen wandering the building (like this is somehow unusual--*chuckle*), both appearing to be quite secretive in their actions, and one quite large--nearly seven feet in height. Whether there were any witnesses to the actual crime is unknown. A check of Security cameras indicate nothing out of place. Even though a strip of cloth was found over the lens of Security Camera #1. Peculiarlarly, the recording for Security Camera #1 doesn't show the strip of cloth. ---rumors in the halls of the R/T building... -------------------------- Message 189 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jul 17 00:31:52 1996 CDT From: Lamia (#3623) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *submariners (#8388) Subject: Synge's (Msg 186) Synge is sadly misinformed. Submariners are dedicated healers who do not declare war for petty or greedy reasons. They studied and practiced their healing arts at Woods Hole -- and who owns a hospital? Whom does a hospital serve is more the point. It serves a community, first. It provides shelter and healers for the ill. The Submariner Nation did not permit the Tech Order to move into the hospital, thereby terminating its function in the commununity. They would not have permitted nor tolerated this act. Furhter, the Tech Order did not 'build' in the area.. they simply locked the doors of a facility dedicated to healing, barring access to the community it was built to serve. Our intelligence sources advise the following members of the Tech Order still maintain offices on the hospital premises: Cheetah, Sparks, JGooding, Khyber, Ursus, and Kazul. Until they formally rescind claim to the premises and cease to maintain offices there, they will continue to be sworn enemies of our Nation. Strafe, wisely, no longer maintains an office there. Upon formal notification from Strafe (which has not been forthcoming) that he no longer will enter the premises, he will be able to walk abroad without fear of attack by Submariners. -------------------------- Message 190 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jul 17 09:12:57 1996 CDT From: Synge (#12541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: RE: Post 189 I was informed of the techies 'building' on the land by Nukem, but that still is not the point, can't both sides feuding just get along? you don't see the owner of ghostwheel plains try and kill me because i set a tent on the land, and locked it. Even the tech order needs privacy, as do the subbies. I don't know if this is a good idea, but why don't the subbies just build another healing place? It would be much easier than this useless bloodshed declared by the subbies. (OOC) anyways, like a famous rock artist quotes, "I don't need no civil war." which would sorta relate to this stinkin' war. -Synge, mage 3rd circle. -------------------------- Message 191 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jul 17 12:59:53 1996 CDT From: Drago (#2307) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The things that go on... I go away (I was called to visit some recent acquaintances, antique restorers) to California for a few days and it seems all hell breaks loose. A dragon fired at me? I was up on the helipad with the lady Tritoness Lamia discussing some security arrangements when the coward Strafe arrived. Having heard a short while beforehand that he had been overheard with others, plotting the Lady Trtoness's death and the distribution of her weapons, her prized shotgun mainly. I took it upon myself to let him taste my hammer. The air was filled with a wierd flapping sound and an enormous lizard arrived, Strafe, nursung a mortal wound climbed aboard, the lizard farted once and left. Faintly amused we returned to our previous discussion, and I suggested to the lady Lamia we go to Ghostwheel Plain. I hailed a chopper and climbed in, the lizard returned and I left. Then i hear I was attacked with a `warning shot' Warning? Warning of what? I can assure you that what the lizad left in the air after his first departure was a much more potent warning about getting too close to their rear ends, at least. I then hear I was reduced to a pile of ash, and that a pile of ash, wielding a sledge hammer was seen boading a chopper. Strange events indeed. Anyway, that is the end of my tale, i had a most interesting time in california, however, but that is another story... Ohh, one more thing, this person Synge, with the overwhelming sense of social respionsibility, please do not make any assumptions about my behaviour, I am not, nor have ever been a SubMariner. While my heart goes out to these brave souls and my hammer is always at their disposal, I am not at war with TO, but if you sally forth with the honorable intentions of harming a scale on any of their bodies, you too will inspect my Chainer. Drago (the insane revenge taker) -------------------------- Message 192 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jul 17 14:26:20 1996 CDT From: Synge (#12541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: My neutrality, and how I think this war means... Due to my fact that i have been accused of supporting the techies side, I will now try and support the Subbies side. Facts of teh subbies side of the war. 1) The tech order facility was once their healing place, and they have all rights ot be angry that someone locked them out. 2) all the subbies want is the facility, they do not wish bloodshed, only to regain there sacred place of healing. 3) The subbies _Did not_ give the techies the TO facility, (I heard that from nukem ICly), but let the techies stay in it, but the techies took it away and locked it from them. I have hoped to stop this war, but to no avail. some say that I take the techies side because of my IC Brother. (OOCly, he is my friend IRL). that is not true, I have looked at both sides, and _I_ feel that the Subbies and the Techies should share the place, not kill each other over it. besides, it is not owned by the subbies _or_ the techies, it is owned by yjezra. If I have seemed to stick to the techies side, it is because what I think the subbies have done to get thier place back is wrong. They should get together, and make a treaty. NO MORE OF THIS USELESS FIGHTING! Thank you for your time, -Synge, Mage 3rd circle. -------------------------- Message 193 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jul 17 14:47:30 1996 CDT From: Yjezra (#5288) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Woods Hole/Yjezra's Hope I am confused. I have just recently heard that there is a war declaired by the Submariner Nation against a group called the Tech order. From what has been explained to me, the war was brought to the fore because of the Tech Order taking over the Hospital called Yjezra's Hope on Woods Hole. Now, I legally own that hospital. I worked with and lent the crystals to a healer named Laurashia, with the understanding it would be used to heal those in need and to be used as a training facility. Laurashia was to repay me for my initial investment of 20,000 crystals. He only paid me 1500 on that. He also explained that he was having trouble getting anyone to work their or to come for medical learning. Laurashia soon abondoned the Hospital. As far as I knew it was still vacant. The property now occupied by the Tech Order is mine, it is not connected in anyway to the Woods Hole Research and medical University, and if the Tech Order wish to use my complex, I would appreciate their contacting me on this matter. Yjezra, Dragonhealer, Mount Morlith. -------------------------- Message 194 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jul 17 15:04:58 1996 CDT From: Yjezra (#5288) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Addendum to 193 I see no reason that the Submariners would want the complex, but I would not be adverse to talking to them also about using it. If Elendil wishes to talk to me of this, I would welcome a meeting. -------------------------- Message 195 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jul 17 17:07:40 1996 CDT From: Alluvia (#12737) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: life does go on. ooc- I hate missing things... damn computer having to be fixed... While I went out into a private place, for two days, the world does not rest. No instead I find this... this war has errupted. Friends becoming foes, people torn between two sides, when now it appears, the true reason that they faught was misunderstood. Amidst the violence, I found that no one seems to have a clear idea of what is really at hand. The one known as Slayer is now in captivity as I understand, and yet, what will be done with him. The war with the Submariner Nation and the Tech order over land neither one owns... what is the end result? There are still no resolutions, because each has been explaining in their eyes what _REALLY_ happened. Since it is apparent no one person knows everything, why is it we cannot find resoloution together. Bring friend and foe, evil and good (as decided by those who see the person) together. We will continue to spin in a violent circle, if there is no resoloution. And frankly all.. I would like my wedding, as well as Strafe and Darkangel's to be a peaceful event... not one where we have to watch our backs because of petty bickering. Alluvia, Seeker, Third Circle -- -------------------------- Message 196 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jul 17 18:32:58 1996 CDT From: Strafe (#12217) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Coward? Drago has called me a coward, for reasoning I can't grasp. I was on my way back up to Morlith, and Daan was coming to pick me up. Peaceful enough of an event, no? Obviously not, since the COWARD Drago struck me from behind with a hammer. This is when I lept upon Daan and had her swoop around. Drago deserved far worse then he got. -------------------------- Message 197 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jul 17 18:38:54 1996 CDT From: Synge (#12541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: RE: Strafe's post (message 196) I agree with Strafe. Drago had no cause to hit strafe, even though he was a techie once. Still, I believe Daan's actions were justifiable. strafe was being protected from the onslaught, not trying to attack. -Synge, mage 3rd circle. -------------------------- Message 198 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jul 17 18:59:48 1996 CDT From: Synge (#12541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Post, me and my ignorance. I forgotten some facts about Drago attacking strafe, and I formally apologize to Drago. I have learned he is not at war with the Techies, and that he had a purpose to attack strafe, I am sorry for my ignorance. -Synge, mage 3rd circle. -------------------------- Message 199 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jul 18 01:13:25 1996 CDT From: Nebula (#1730) To: *Storylines (#5236) (Parenthetical remark) Hoo. All this prose is synopsis of RP???? -------------------------- Message 200 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jul 18 01:18:48 1996 CDT From: Nebula (#1730) To: *Storylines (#5236) Um, applies to Yseult et al...not just post before mine. -------------------------- Date: Sun, 9 Mar 1997 15:12:11 -0400 From: "Quinn@GhostWheel" To: quinn@vv.com Subject: GhostWheel Message(s) 201 - 300 from *Storylines (#5236) X-Mail-Agent: GhostWheel (casper.bga.com 6969) Message 201 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jul 18 01:22:11 1996 CDT From: Strafe (#12217) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Yseult's Post I really like how Yseult posts on this list. It makes it interesting to read, like you were in the same room. It's refreshing to see these kinds of posts, instead of the same old 1st Person stuff. -------------------------- Message 202 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jul 18 01:24:19 1996 CDT From: Nebula (#1730) To: *Storylines (#5236) WHO in Hades is TO, anyhow??? Puter says: "TO could refer to Melissa, tolhurst, Thommas, or Griffen." -------------------------- Message 203 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jul 18 01:25:28 1996 CDT From: Naxos (#9972) To: *Storylines (#5236) bah TO = Tech Order! -------------------------- Message 204 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jul 18 01:26:11 1996 CDT From: Morrigan (#10469) To: *Storylines (#5236) TO??? TO==Tech Order; :) ->Morrigan -------------------------- Message 205 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jul 18 11:16:49 1996 CDT From: Alluvia (#12737) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Lost... Perhaps it is the thought in my head, of all days events gone past. Nothing stands clear or resolved, all in confusion and disorder. To come back, to a world where it seems order is no more, and see it only somewhat alighned back to normal... there is something more we miss. Krystul, finding me in the R/T room, killing me.... but telling so much of her plan... that Slayer was truly on the Mount . programmed to be as such.. Her anger when her call was not met, by a frantic other, Yjezra. There are too many unknowns in this problem. How was it, in the dank prison cell upon the Mount, that Slayer was changed so easily? He could have sliced us all, in a matter of perhaps a few swipes of his fist. Yet he did not.. and the programming was a success, or so it was seen to be. Dispair is within, as my mind thinks of what could happen... what would happen, and yet... lonliness. Is there an answer? To this, to the war.... to the feeling that keeps plauging within? -------------------------- Message 206 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jul 18 11:26:59 1996 CDT From: Drago (#2307) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: In defense of wordy synopses.. Witty one-liner asides re value of posts like Yseult's (which personally I found innovative) do little to encourage any substantial RP. Especially when it is obvious the writer has not even been reading them. Myself, I had three points to make. 1. To explain absence and justify new stuff 2. To allay the million and one `Were you killed?' pages, and 3. To explain my position in the war which I could see from other posts, was confused. Tp's need explaining, some would say too much, but that is a whole different ball game. --D -------------------------- Message 207 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jul 18 11:43:10 1996 CDT From: Naxos (#9972) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Those involved must realize what has occurred. Naxos standing guard on the helipad came notice to alot of things last evening. Was it the notice of a letter addressed to the aesirs signed by the evil Spectre that caught his surprise? perhaps it was the blazing fire in the sky that night, or the war which had seemed important, but in the scope of things now seemed without consequence. And with the disappearance of Yseult's child, was thee some connection? something on Morlith was happening, not to mention the stolen computer and the odd hatted woman mounted on a pearl dragon with Cheetah, something was definitely going ong, and no one realized the true plan. Naxos would have loved to go and ask around but he had been owdered to do his job guard, and as a Warden he must, he's tried to tell everyone what is on his mind must just shrug, agree, and continue with life, well when the bomb is finally dropped, he hopes he can find a nice rock to hide under, otherwise who knows what can happen. Naxos has been seen smashing his fist into his communicator, and muttering about Yjezra, something is wrong, and he better talk to a rider who knows whats up soon, or all may be too late. -------------------------- Message 208 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jul 18 12:29:46 1996 CDT From: Lamia (#3623) To: *Storylines (#5236) Strafe was called a coward because he IS a coward. He plots murder -- but one cannot imagine him facing his intended victim. The evening he was attacked on the helipad, he was not struck from behind. He climbed up on Daan *after* he was struck, and fled. Then Dann retured RIDERLESS to attack! One must wonder if age and infirmity have not taken their grusome toll on poor old Daan. She attacked ON HER OWN! I fear we may have a senile dragon in our midst, one who perhaps should be put to sleep. --Lamia -------------------------- Message 209 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jul 18 13:29:12 1996 CDT From: Mulder (#709) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Those not involved must not realize what didn't occur Mulder sucked on his cig thoughtfully and looked out over the terrace. He frowned, and scratched his chin. "How much MOO would a MOO hack hack if a MOO hack would hack MOO?" He took another pull off his cig and stared out over the water. "But would a MOO hack hack... or would they demand rights, privelages, and a recurring guest role on Star Trek..." Bah, he thought to himself, and flicked his glowing cig over the terrace onto the thatched roof of a poor villagers house, starting a small brush fire. Mulder walked back into the house as the flames rose behind him, and walked into the kitchen. "Hmmm. Tuna fish, maybe?" He snagged a can from the cupboard, eyeing the label. "Mmmmm, extra dolphin. Yummy." The grinding wail of the can-opener echoed through the lonely house. He picked up the empty dish, which suddenly fell to the floor, taking his hand with it. "Oh my god, my hand!" His arm followed. "Oh dear god, my arm," he cried in agony, as his legs dropped from his shorts. "Sweet jesus, I'm coming unglued," he screamed as his body parts tumbled to the ground. His head rolled over to the swinging pantry door, lodging itself like a doorstop. *thud* "Ow." *thud* "Ow." *thud* "Ow." *thud* "Ow." *thud* "Ow." *thud*... -------------------------- Message 210 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jul 18 13:52:23 1996 CDT From: Alluvia (#12737) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: is it just me? ooc- Or does Mulder seriously need to find something to do... heheheh was funny to read... but Mulder dear.. you scare me:) Alluvia -------------------------- Message 211 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jul 18 14:35:17 1996 CDT From: Valentine (#10512) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Verity The following information is all OOC: Just for the record (but I'm glad you asked), _all_ of the information in my posts to *tps is the result of extensive rping--sometimes ridiculous amounts thereof ( *chuckle* You know how long those poor cloaked figures had to wait in the wastes with thier filched computer before they could get a ride to where they were going? Heh!), and sometimes copious use of quota (check out the chain in the R/T library--unless somebody stole that too). Just thought I'd let everybody know...thanks for listening, and thanks all for the great plots going on. I've missed the Wheel, and am glad to be back (probably nobody noticed I was gone...*sigh*). ---valentine... -------------------------- Message 212 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jul 18 14:42:17 1996 CDT From: Yseult (#4778) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: You can please some of the people some of the time... ..but not all of the people all of the time. I'm truly deeply sorry to those who seem to think the stories are inane and don't add to RP. Personally, I was rather impressed to see people posting here with their character's emotions and thoughts, proving that they have thought them out well and know how their characters tick. If that's not good role playing, well heck, then I guess I don't know anything. Yseult, yes, just blame me for everything and get it over with, I am the scourge. -------------------------- Message 213 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jul 18 14:45:28 1996 CDT From: Naxos (#9972) To: *Storylines (#5236) hey! Yseult is a good RP'er, I'll vouch for her ;P -------------------------- Message 214 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jul 18 14:46:37 1996 CDT From: Moonheart (#6143) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Posts I for one think the posting lets us know that something is actually going on for awhile it seemed rather dead around here but feels like the palce is alive again. Mnht -------------------------- Message 215 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jul 18 15:08:20 1996 CDT From: Nebula (#1730) To: *Storylines (#5236) Hey! I was just wondering if we had lotsa wishful writing (a good thing all by itself) or writing storylines AND playing them out (which is even better)...sheesh. -------------------------- Message 216 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jul 18 15:57:29 1996 CDT From: Slayer (#9883) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Slayer status.. ooc -- getting a LOT of questions lately (which is great), so gonna clear some thing s up slightly ;) some of you may notice some changes in Slayer's behavior soon.. Slayer was extensively worked on by Cheetah and others .. some data was extracted, some deleted and a few things were added that will ICly give Cheetah control of me.. for a short time.. some files were protected and among the many things hidden in those files was a 'restart' subroutine.. when that is activated, Slayer's memory will be 'rebooted' if you will from a specified backup which is kinda out-of-date Slayer will know nothing of any recent events after that time and will once again be under krystul's command with the kilmore lab core program. I have no reservations about making Slayer 'good' so to speak, or even worse, but it will take a LOT of planning on someone's part.. not just a simple computer that anyone can contorl ;) There is so much more going on and I hope someone will post most of it IC, but it seemed that some indication of what was going on would be helpful for yall to know, even if your character hasn't figured it out yet ;) Everyone Keep Up The Good Work!! I Love Logging On Nowadays! :) -------------------------- Message 217 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jul 18 18:41:06 1996 CDT From: Daan (#11812) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Justified Retaliation It is stated in the Post by the Submariner Lamia and the human Drago, that I was alone in my justified retaliation upon Drago. This is most certainly not true. I will tell you all what really occured, to set the story to rights. I returned to the large, flat area at the top of the Human's building they call the R/T. As the *Something Unintelligable to most humans* Strafe was ready to mount me with my assistance, he was struck from behind by the human Drago with a heavy appearing object of some shiny material with a thick block on the end. The blow to *Somthing unintelligable to most humans* was a mortal wound, and I helped Him mount and flew upward to assess his damage before sweeping back around to retaliate for the unjustified attack on the most 'Worthy' Strafe. I struck out at this human Drago as he was about to step into the noisy human-made bird. I did strike him such a blow that he was turned to ash that blew into the noisy bird and across the large area. Why Drago and his friend the Submariner Lamia wish to falsly speak about his discontinuing, I do not know as human's return to this coil time after time. I was and am still greatly saddened by my action, but we DragonKind have suffered the attacks and foul murders of our dragonfriends and those of our home. We will fight back, if we are pushed to defend we will. Daan'yrrli, pearl dragonfriend to Ymitri, Mount Morlith Aeyrie -------------------------- Message 218 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jul 18 20:12:53 1996 CDT From: Ykorasivtch (#11804) To: *DragonRiders (#5915) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Recollections... In that dreamless haze between wakefulness and sleep, I argued with myself over whether to move, or just stay, and relax a bit. Never argue with yourself, if you're a Dragon Rider. My Dragon-friend Zyrr'alyran interceded in my mind, saying, <>, followed by a mental dragonish chuckle. Wonderful. I leaned up in bed, mindful of all the sore muscles from yesterday's exertion...my hands were still numb from the chainsaw Yjezra got from that black-clad Mage...and my mouth was drier than a double-handful of Wasteland sand. I stumbled to my feet woozily, recollecting the previous days events... We were in the council chamber, rattling our jaws mostly, when the Dragons clustered near the Watchstone began to send back messages of things flying to the Mount...nasty-bad things. Well, the usual panic ensues, people scramblin' for harnesses, warmer clothes, last-minute mouthfuls of food, the usual. Next thing, Riders are running from all exits to the ledge, mounting Dragons, and tightening harnesses. A short little Rider named Yscampi thought those who were getting ready to go fight, needed a leader, and I guess I got chosen, cause it's hard to ignore a 7 foot giant. *sigh-chuckle* I mounted Zyrr'alyran, and paired our Riders into 2 groups of 2, with a single Rider and dragon to play rollover-rockback between the pairs. People said their farewells...and Yjezra's face before I left, was enough to steal the dead from the Eagle itself. No way I'm gonna take a dirt nap now. We flew. Piling out of the Ledge was a sight fit to burst a soul with enthusiam. Dragons flying out roaring, Riders cheering and crying aloud as they took off...truly a wondrous sight. We wheeled about, found our pairs, and arced around to meet our foes...Daemons. Monstrous, hellish things the likes of which few have seen, thankfully. Dragons, roused by their Riders calls, began to breathe. Lightning, Fire, Ice, Acid....potent enough to kill them all, without any serious damage to Rider or Dragon. However, during our battle, we wondered further and further from the Mount, until we were enough away, that a storm broke between us, making return at that point impossible. We found a cleft between stone walls, and made a shaky landing, for the cleft was narrow, so narrow that Dragons could only land side by side in ranks of two. We dismounted, to seek better shelter, and the winds nearly picked us up, and tossed us into oblivion. This gave us great reason to hurry, so we quickly clasped the hands of the Rider of the pair we were with, putting our single Rider, and others between the pairs, and told our Dragon-friends to curl up with wings tight and tails and heads close, and wait it out. We then ventured into the cleft further. We quickly came upon a fuzzy little creature being backed up by two very ugly fighters...and apparently, the sight of us, was more stimulating than the fuzzy thing, cause they attacked. It was short, and bloody...one of the Riders during the fight taking out one of them, and I was a first hand witness to what happens when someone suffers a fatal attack to the groin with a chainsaw. Ewww, messy. The fuzzy thing fled, and we followed, curious, yet deeper into the cleft. At this time, I can't remember if it was Yscampi's yelling that started it, or just something else, but around that point, a avalanche of sorts started. I saw one plummet towards Yndi, and jerked her towards me, clasping her to my armor, and curling over her, taking a hit from the stone in the shoulders and back. Yseult, another Rider was also hit, and staggered, though she and her pair made it through as did the rest of us. We found the fuzzy critter on the other side staring at us, and Yseult bent down to pet it...bad bad move. The thing...exploded, repeatedly, leaving most all of us hurt, and...killing Yndi..and Yseult both. This left our Riders extraordinarly ill, and needless to say, it found a messy end to its existence. It died, we cheered, and hell broke loose again... Out of the clearing we had come to travelling down the cleft, came a huge black Knight...nearly my heighth. It was soundless, and quite malevolent, bearing down on me full tilt, huge axe in hand, and shield in the other. It struck me, reaving a great gout of blood, and I staggered, suddenly weak from blood loss, and the force of the blow. Strafe was there, and charged headlong at the Knight, screaming at the top of his lungs, battle-axe overhead, as our remaining Riders dog-piled the fighter. I scooped a handful of crystals from my pouch, and swallowing them, watched the bloody gash reheal, and then my senses clear. No way I'm gonna take a dirt nap now. I turn back, and through outstanding teamwork and amazing skill, we toppled the Knight to his back, quite cold, but not dead. We recouped, doing quick field healing, and I clasped the body of the Knight, and threw him, armor and all over my shoulder, hearing his armor clang against my gore-soaked gear. Fearing what lie further, we turned back, thinking the storm a much better alternative, and worked our way slowly out of the cleft, to the Dragons, who were quite fine...save for Kymyrrarzah, and Tierz'yrrlan, Riderless. With heavy hearts at the sight of the Riderless Dragons, we mounted, finding the storm oddly gone. As I mounted Zyrr, I felt wounds quick-stitched during our fight, split open again, leaving a wet warmth between me and my armor. The Dragon Riders launched into the thermals, and flew away, a rainbow parade of magic that grips the soul. Making sure everyone was out, I urged Zyrr'alyran homeward... Ya know...I was sent by the Berkut Queen Salaan to help Morlith, and I came, thinking Morlith would be milksop, and warm butter...never in my life have I seen such a strong, devout, and honor-bound group of people in all my life. I was once afraid to call Morlith home...now, it's heaven. -------------------------- Message 219 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jul 18 22:38:53 1996 CDT From: Yerox (#11884) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: EIC members : the Slayer readout. Written on a newspaper in the R/T lounge. EIC membership as of January 1, 2636: Apocalypse Slayer Krystul Darkhawk venom Drago Zillah Pending Membership 1) Braden 2) hidden File theses men, women, and entitys are EIC, beware for there secret is out, and they will hide no more. beware the membership may change, and that one hidden file is still unknown. -------------------------- Message 220 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jul 18 22:48:57 1996 CDT From: Braden (#11973) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Profit Braden sat quietly counting his take, his new friends had power and he would be happy with them.. These bothersome Dragonpeople and the taking of his friend the Slayer would have to pay.. How to make it profitable though.. Then an idea struck him. He chuckled, the silence of the night was disturbed from his harsh laughter.. Yes, that will do nicely.. (more to come) -------------------------- Message 221 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Jul 19 21:27:08 1996 CDT From: Alluvia (#12737) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Wedding There are blessed events about to occur, amidst the hard times. Yalon and I, are to be wed at the Mount. The event will be small, and tied only to a small grouping of friends, but a little bit of happiness through this time... Details will be given as to how to arrive upon the Mount. ooc- We have to keep it small guys, for the lag sake.. it will be on Sunday, July 21 1996 (I dunno when on here time) at 6:00 pm. Yjezra will be officiating it. Thanks. Alluvia -- The happy Bride -------------------------- Message 222 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Jul 19 21:31:49 1996 CDT From: Strafe (#12217) To: Yjezra (#5288) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: ANOTHER WEDDING! Finally, some good news! DarkAngel and I are to be wed on the Mount. As with Alluvia's wedding, we gotta keep it small. But it should be something special. OOC: Monady, 7:00 PM PST. -------------------------- Message 223 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Jul 19 21:46:42 1996 CDT From: Strafe (#12217) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Wedding Correction Strafe and DarkAngel's wedding is to be on TUESDAY at 7:00 PM PST, not Monday. Sorry for the inconvienance. -------------------------- Message 224 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jul 20 13:42:03 1996 CDT From: Yjezra (#5288) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Weddings We are blessed on the Mount at the joyous joining of Alluvia with Yalon and DarkAngel with Strafe. There will be another wedding this Sunday after Alluvia's and Yalon's joining. Following a brief time of congratulations and warm wishes for the new couple, Yjezra will join with Ykorasivtch. There will be a reception following the two weddings. With all of the troubles that have struck the Mount recently, guests will be limited, if you wish to attend, please contact Yjezra about transportation. (@send please) Blessings on all. Yjezra, rider of Lyrzrath and soon to be bride of Ykorasivtch, rider of Zyrr'alyran. OOC The first wedding on Sunday, of Alluvia and Yalon will be at 6PM PDT, the second wedding of Yjezra and Ykorasivtch will be shortly after. Darkangels and Strafe's wedding will be on Tuesday night at 7PM PDT. -------------------------- Message 225 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jul 20 13:46:38 1996 CDT From: Frap (#6337) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Ponderings Frap sat and studied the notes in his book he had taken down the previous day. He began to write as thoughts came to him. Theory of emotional dimminsional transference: It has been said, nothing unreal exist, therefore emotions and strong feelings are real things and are driven with energy just as a toaster oven or magic. An experment showed that a person of strong empathic abilities could if helped channel this energy of emotion into a directed path leading to an occurance such as the escape route of a hightly charged encounter. I believe it possible under the right conditions for a person of strong empathic abilities, and linked in such a manner to another with strong emotions to accedently channel this energy into another form. Example: Dragonriders and their dragonfriends, soulbonded feel what the other feels. If the rider should suffer, the dragon feels this emotional distress. In certian examples, insanity and death can occure from this bonding if the event is tragic enough. Theory: A empathic person can be over whelmed by emotion, kind of a overload causing the energy to escape and cause unknown responses. In a event such as a death of a loved one, these powerful energies could in theory cause unexplainable events to take place, such as teleportation of persons or objects through time and space. Frap -------------------------- Message 226 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jul 20 15:07:37 1996 CDT From: Yjezra (#5288) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Embryon Returns! Lyrzrath watches, eyes whirling pale blue, flecked with grey and gold as her soulbonded friend, Yjezra, paces the floor of the Sarkus. Speaking in the deep, sibilant tones of the dragon tongue, Lyrzrath says to her, "You are in need of sleep. Of what good will you be to the Mount should you falter in illness and exhaustion?" Yjezra seems not to hear the Queen. Her mind seeks reason of the day's insanity, the events repeating in her mind. She seeks answers. How came Embryon, in the guise of her friend, Yseult, to be on the Mount? Does he seek the death of all she holds dear? The Dragons, her family the riders and residents of the Mount? The despoilment of the Sarkus..the place of power given into her hands those few years ago? She shudders as the remembered evil washes through her mind ... the waves of that evil entity that washed over her as she sparred with Warden Naxos and the reproggramed 'borg in the Mounts gardens yesterday. The fear that clamped her heart, nearly freezing her to the ground she stood upon, till she propeled herself onto the ledge, then into the Sarkus to find Yseult and Morrigan speaking, Morrigan frozen with the emotions washing over his newly awaked awareness. Yjezra drew forth her sword, Dragon's Touch roaring to life stronger than ever before, nearly pulling her toward what appeared to be her friend. She struck, then struck again, the sword tearing into the source of that terrible, dark evil that beat at Yjezra, pulling at her, seeking to destroy her mind, her hope. The Maged-form of Yseult pleaded with Yjezra in its imitation of her friends soft and confused voice as she continued her attack, following as it tried to escape. She drops her head in her hands and cries, murmuring, "I could have..I should have killed it ... Why did I fail?" Lyrzrath roars, shaking the Sarkus in her anger, frustration and fear for her friend, Yjezra. "GO TO YOUR BED!" The words of dragon thundered. She softens her tone as Yjezra wakes from the humans revery, "You did not fail. Go to your bed, Yjezra. Sleep so you may care for us still." Yjezra shudders and nods, reaching around Lyrzrath's huge head, hugging her dragonfriend and laying her cheek upon the scaly skin, "Yes, sleep. I will go. My thanks my friend, my lifemate." Yjezra turns and walks from the Sarkus, leaving its defense to the Dragons. OOC: Well, had to do it..thanks to those that came before for their inspiration. -------------------------- Message 227 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Jul 21 13:45:11 1996 CDT From: Valentine (#10512) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Stolen computer R/T Building Newsletter: The computer stolen from the R/T library has mysteriously reappeared, complete with a new chain securing it to the library's floor. At this time we are no closer to discovering who stole the computer, or why. But we are happy to have it back. --Bob Zealot, R/T Building Security Officer -------------------------- Message 228 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Jul 21 13:58:48 1996 CDT From: Baltisaar (#10734) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The best of times, the worst of times... Baltisaar looks up at the register of the Hacienda as he leaves his room. He hrms, and says, 'You know... There is one last detail I need to take care of...' He reaches into his left sleeve and pulls out one of the Skaen Dubhs he always carries, its carefully crafted silver handle gleaming in the morning light. We walks over to the register and begins scratching out the name next to his on the register. Moments later, he steps back and admires his handy work. 'Goodbye Lovinia', he says, 'I've made the one mistake a mage should never make... Love and Magic do _not_ mix...' With that, he slides the dagger back into his sleeve, a click being made as it hits bottom. He then silently walks out into the sunlight, never looking back. OOC: I know, completely useless. But I wanted to explain the reason the register at the Hacienda may look odd to some... ::smile:: -------------------------- Message 229 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Jul 21 14:15:27 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: [Tempest (#8382): The Federation] Date: Sun Jul 21 14:10:02 1996 CDT From: Tempest (#8382) To: Red_Fang (#5907) Subject: The Federation This announcement hereby recognizes a new order. This organization is identified by the name Federation of the Wasteland. Mission: To protect and insure the safety of residents living on the Wasteland and Ghostwheel areas. Goals: 1)To establish a coordinated operation to offer resistance against those who threaten the Ghostwheel Plain and the Wastelands. 2)To inforce laws protecting the primary crystal hunting grounds of GhostWheel. This operation is headed by Red_Fang. The Federation is currently recruiting personnel for security positions. The operation is seeking out recombs, crystal hunters, mages and anyone else associated with the Wasteland or Ghostwheel. Known criminals will not be accepted, and will be identified under the discretion of Red_Fang. -------------------------- Message 230 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jul 22 21:44:22 1996 CDT From: Valentine (#10512) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: LAW SUMMIT, cont. A letter to the heads of all the clans: Dragonriders, Submariners, Recombs (general), Recombs (Wolves), Soul Mechs (if I find any), the Crystal Hunters' Guild, the EIC, the Federation, the Tech Order, and even the Sewer People: We are passing out of a time of hardship even as new hardships boil up on the horizon like dark storms. This is a time in which the Law Summit becomes even more important than it was before--so that we can truly begin to rebuild a society worth bringing our children into. It is for that reason that I am officially requesting that each of the clans of our troubled section of the world choose their representative for the Summit (one representative and no more than two aides). Please mail me (OOC: Don't page me, please--please send a mailing) with the names of your delegation as soon as possible. The Summit is tentatively scheduled for (whenever ICly RL August is) in an as-yet undisclosed location. The following is a list of objectives we will try to meet during the course of the (three day?) Summit: 1). The creation of Laws to govern the peoples of all the clans. 2). The punishments for the breaking of said laws. 3). The feasability of building a prison in the wastes. (OOC: my idea for this prison is to build a place to _adventure_ in--so that the players of our prisoners will have something to do while locked up.) The purpose of the Law Summit is _not_ to create an enforcement agency, but rather to create the laws which are fair to all and which can then be enforced upon all--since representatives of all created them. My intent is to let cadres such as The Federation, and others, deal with the actual enforcement. Although, if the heads of the clans wish to discuss a judicial body at the Summit, I will be more than happy to add that to the agenda. In the interest of building a bright and gleaming future for all of us, please send your representatives--those among you with bright visions of wisdom and insight--to the Summit. Please contact me as soon as you find feasible. Enclosed is my comm number, and that of the mage, Frap. Please contact us with any questions you might have. ---valentine... -------------------------- Message 231 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jul 23 01:30:09 1996 CDT From: Valentine (#10512) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Addition Please add Mages to the list of clans the letter in post #230 was sent to. Thank you... ---valentine... -------------------------- Message 232 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jul 23 01:47:56 1996 CDT From: Valentine (#10512) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Employment Opportunities Note posted in all the usual places: The organizers of the Law Summit are looking for applicants to fill the following positions: (This event is a one-time, three-day summit. Applicants must have experience or qualifications in the area of their application, and be able to provide references if asked--salary for all positions is dependant upon experience) 1). Servers. The Law Summit is expecting 8 to 10 prominent representatives from powerful world clans, along with their aides--30 to 35 people altogether. Servers must be polite, deft, and have good hygiene. 2). Security. The Law Summit is expected to provide the best security in the world for its delegates and their retinue. Security personel must be _very_ competent and prepared to lay down their lives for the successful completion of the Summit. 3). Speakers. If you are a scholar, or have knowledge in a particular area of history or law that you believe would be of benifit to the delegates of the Law Summit, please submit your proposal along with your application. We are particularly interested in the following areas: Magic and the Law; What went Wrong in the Past--and right?; and Who has the Right to Decide who is Wrong? ---all proposals, however, will be considered. 4). Miscellanea. It is possible that we will need applicants for positions not on this list. If you feel you have a skill that is indispensable to us, please apply. Please contact Valentine or Frap with your applications. Thank you. ---valentine... -------------------------- Message 233 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jul 23 17:23:56 1996 CDT From: Yseult (#4778) To: *Storylines (#5236), *DragonRiders (#5915), and Yseult (#4778) Subject: Have You Tormented Your Rider Today? Yseult left the wedding festivities in a sour mood. She was happy for both the newlywed couples and both ceremonies had been elegant and heartwarming--though vastly different from an wedding Yseult had ever attended--so, that had nothing to do with her irritated temper. No, it was something else entirely that had her glowering. Her dragonfriend, Tierz'yrrlan, was soon behind her, following her back to their cavern. For the corner ofher mind, she felt his good humor and oddly that irritated her further. She rounded on him in the Living Cavern, not even willing to wait until they were back in Cavern Cygnus. "You should be ashamed! You and Elshydrath both!" she hissed, tapping her foot on the floor. Tierz'yrrlan rumbled in amusement, then laughed--actually laughed! Yseult felt her cheeks growing hot with indignity. The Obsidian dragon spoke aloud in the Dragon's Tongue, his voice like distant thunder, |Whatever do you mean? We were having a merry conversation. There was no shame in it.| Yseult's mouth twisted as fury nearly made her shake. She clenched her fists and fought to control her near legendary temper. "It wasn't right! Not in the middle of a wedding for Chavva's sake!" Tierz'yrrlan's eyes whirled to amused colors. Chavva's blood, the dragon was incorrigable. |Yseult, you know I can see right through you. You admire him, don't you? He is Worthy, so of course I approve. Besides, it could be good for you. You've been through to much lately and you've mourned Yroshi too long as well. When did you last allow yourself to be kissed or held? You really should let yourself unwind. Where's the harm in having feelings for someone? I know you...| The blood drained from Yseult's face as her dragonfriend continued with complete nonchalance, all but the scarlet embarrassment staining her cheeks. Her temper was snuffed out like a bonfire suddenly being doused by a lake and she became very aware of her surroundings. Any number of riders and dragons could be overhearing this. She felt her cheeks grow even hotter at the thought. |...Besides, Elshydrath and I weren't even talking aloud during the wedding, we didn't disturb anything and as far as--| "Lan, not out here," she finally managed to say, wishing her voice hadn't sounded like a squeak. Tierz'yrrlan's eyes never stopped whirling blues and greens. |You're the one who stopped to talk out here.| That brought her temper back, like dying embers suddenly fed dried grass. "Oh, Chavva's divine blood!" she cursed as she stomped into her cavern with her dragon following. As soon as the curtain swung shut behind him, she started in on him again. "You and Elshydrath have no business discussing me like that! After that look he gave me at the wedding, I'd like to have cracked his head open with my tem! I don't admire him, I despise him and I'll avoid him like, like...Mateon Flagregio!" she finished with a flustered upward sweep of a hand. Tiezr'yrrlan rumbled deeply in amusement as he settled into his dragoncot. Chavva's blood, the dragon was taking more delight than usual in being obnoxious. He spoke aloud again in the Dragon's Tongue, |Did you say that about Yroshi too?| Yseult's mouth twisted, but she had no retort, for once. Bristling like an enraged she-wolf, she flopped onto her bed, deliberately turning her back to Tierz'yrrlan. "Oh....do be quiet," she hissed. The Obsidian's laughter echoed throughout the cavern. She heard him rumble something about humans being funny creatures. Then the cavern fell silent, save the muffled noises drifting through the curtain from outside. Tierz'yrrlan's mind touched her own. **Elshydrath and I did not discuss you or him in great length. You know I would not.** Love and understanding seeped through the bond. Yseult couldn't help but smile. I know, love," she murmured as sleep started to take over. The last thing she recalled was **But, you know I'm right.** and she was too tired to protest. -------------------------- Message 234 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jul 24 12:46:10 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: Red_Fang (#5907) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Federation Here is a list of positions avalable in the Federation, please only contact me by moo mail or communicator.. Pages will be ignored unless I've already spoken to you on a position. Federation Command structure: Commander in Chief : Red Fang Chief of Staff : Tempest Special adviser : Moonheart (Magical affairs) Special adviser : open (Dragonrider affairs) Special adviser : open (Subbie affairs) Special adviser : open (Recomb affairs) Special adviser : open (Wasteland affairs) Special adviser : open (Crystal hunter affairs) Special adviser : open (Tech Order) Special adviser : ( if opens icly for SoulMechs) Following ranks Commissioner : position open Marshalls : 10 positions open Gaurds : Apply The Special Advisers will be choosen by talents and qualifications, same with the Commisioner and the Marshalls.. To be a Marshall, you must have at least a 500 bladed. All positions must be excellent RPers.. This is a IC organization. Gaurds need to Contact Red Fang or Tempest, you can also contact the Commissioner when one is choosen. Red Fang. PS: If your bladed is not up to par, contact me anyway if you are interested.. RP talent is most important here. -------------------------- Message 235 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jul 24 14:14:47 1996 CDT From: Alluvia (#12737) To: *Storylines (#5236) I thought we had reached a time of peace for awhile. The weddings of Sunday seeming to put everyone in high spirits. I was happy beyond belief, strolling around with my newly wed husband Yalon. Then HE had to show.. I felt him near me... it gave me chills to no end. He had kidnapped me once before, done many things to others as well.. And although he was not so powerful and strong as his EIC brethren, there was something within him that frightened me. We found each other upon the R/T Helipad, and I had a true score to settle. I could not calm myself any longer, and I felt the need for vengance... something I had held back for so long.... trying to help others keep the rage back... It was such an odd old feeling, like it had been dug out of the grave. My words were cold.. my actions harsh, he insulted nearly everything I had, my life, Yalons... I felt the anger well within me as I struck at him. But it made no difference his ability was strong and my head was not centered. When I awoke, I found myself, with Yalon in the Infirmary. More of his EIC counterparts had indeed shown... Darkhawk, Krystul... and another Tempest(though I don't know if she is). They had fun, Braden asking for ransom of crystals by cutting my love's fingers off... one by one. The more he did, the more he enraged me. I stopped thinking completely, raging at him like something flew at me out of the depths of hell. I cared little of what they did to me anymore. They decided yet again to subdue me... and Braden took me and Yalon both to another hospital... They had swiped my communicator, so I had to think... and think fast. I played on Braden's apparent liking for me... the part of him I dispised the most. I explained to him that since neither my love nor myself had anything in t hhe means of crystals, I had to call. He handed over the communicator with great reluctance.. and I quickly called Moonheart, explaining to him my situation and where I was. That was all that was nesecary. Moonheart and Morrigan came quickly, bringing down Braden with a few quick hitis. His death was fast, and I sighed just once, knowing again he would be bacBut I knew this time, I would not go without thinking first. ooc- Yjezra came in as well, (I think) but that one may have been retconned due to a slight spell problem.. Alluvia -------------------------- Message 236 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jul 24 14:50:13 1996 CDT From: Tempest (#8382) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Temple, not Tempest I, Tempest, was not involved in any of the events tolds by Alluvia. I believe that the person Alluvia was speaking of was Temple, a Cobra recomb. I would appreciate further clarification of these events by the parties involved regarding the said presence of myself. Thank you. Tempest, wife of Red Fang -------------------------- Message 237 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jul 24 14:55:02 1996 CDT From: Alluvia (#12737) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: slip! ooc- aci'm a retard. That was supposed to be Temple... Tempest had no involvement in any of it... I am sorry for being retarded... heheheh *smacks her head for good measure.* that was really rather stupid of me. (Kick me I'm stupid) Alluvia -------------------------- Message 238 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jul 25 12:50:57 1996 CDT From: Elendil (#2237) To: Elendil (#2237), *Storylines (#5236), and *submariners (#8388) Subject: 2636 MoOlympics update Hello all our dedicated listeners, and welcome to the third in our series of updates from the 2636 Olympics in Atlantis. My co-commentator today is Jason Felds... [Jason] - Hi all! ..And I'm Mark Draze. As you know doubt know, the choice of Atlantis as the site of the Games has been critsed by several members of the Olympic Commitee as being too remote and trying on the mental health of the competitors, being located several thousand feet under water. Despite such potential hazards the transfer of of nearly 140 thousand people to the domed city resulted in less than one hundred casualities due to accidents. [Jason] - Not bad! Yes. Unfortunately telecasts were not allowed from inside the stadium and surrounding venues, but I'm sure the memory of the opening ceremony will stay vibrant for all those who witnessed the mystical display. [Jason] - It was neat. Then, as expected, the submariner athletes jumped out to an early medal lead in the swimming events. Coach Ulkit of the Submariner National Team claimed stroke enhancement and interval training has helped his team, although disgruntled members of the SoulMech team, which unfortunately reacted rather poorly to the immersion in water, hinted that the advantage lay instead with webbed digits and the ability to breathe underwater. [Jason] - Loopy 'mechs. In the Equestrian/Dragonne events the team from Mt. Morlith took the gold medal with a nearly perfect score despite a flash ruling from the judges that any dragons competing must actually hop over the obstacles instead of tracing the course from 100 feet in the air. [Jason] - *snore* Disaster struck in the field, however. A self styled 'crystal hunter' misjudged his rotation in the hammer throw and pierced the pressure dome of the eastern arena wing, drowning nearly 3 thousand of the air-breathing spectators. [Jason] - My family...you bastards...you bas*irk* And lastly a new world record was set in the weight lifting competition by a young Soulmech from the land wastes. THX-9584, age 3, bested the silver medalist by nearly 15 tons with her jerk of 15.6 tons. When asked what prompted such an extravagant display of heavily modified 4th generation strength enhancer, THX-9584's voice plate grated, 'That was to show those *censored* *censored* *censored* at ShadowFax what a Real 'mech can do. They said they'd let me bring my old pal ARFC-3441, but instead they turned him into a combination toaster/bun warmer. They'll pay..ooo' [Jason] - How touching. So stay tuned folks for the 4th installment of our weekly Olympic updates when we discuss the accusations that the team from the Mages Guild has been draining the endurance of the sprinters in heats of the 100m and 200m. See you then! -------------------------- Message 239 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Jul 26 11:57:18 1996 CDT From: Yseult (#4778) To: *DragonRiders (#5915) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A Light at the End of the Tunnel. Tierz'yrrlan watched his rider sleep unfitfully, tossing and turning in her bed. Patches of gold swirled in his normally blue-gray eyes. Her nights had all been like this since her child, Ilithya, had disappeared a few months ago. Her emotions were unusual as well. Her temper flared more often and took less to be ignited and her moods shifted like the winds, often and without warning. Voices echoed outside Cavern Cygnus, muffled by the thick curtain guarding the entrance, but Tierz'yrrlan recognized some of them. Was that Yjezra? Yes, and the mage Morrigan it sounded like. There were more, but they had stopped speaking now. Then the curtain opened. Tierz'yrrlan lifted his head quickly, his first reaction being to defend Yseult. His reflex quickly became stunned shock. Standing in the doorway was Ilithya, looking a bit frightened still and very tired. **Wake yourself, Yseult.** Tierz'yrrlan roused his rider from her sleep. She woke with a start, sitting up on the bed as she rubbed her eyes. "What is it L--" was as far as she got. "Lithya!!!!!!" she cried, throwing the covers to the side and leaping from her bed. Tierz'yrrlan thought he might weep from the relieved and joyful emotions he felt from his rider. She rushed to her child and swept her up into her arms. They clung to each other, the child murmuring "Momma" over and over again. Yseult pulled back slightly, studying Ilithya's face, touching her golden locks. "You are well? You are not hurt?" The child yawned and shook her head. Yseult smiled and tears glistened on her cheeks. "You are tired, Suholi. We both are, let's rest." For once, Ilithya didn't argue. Tierz'yrrlan watched over them both for a time after they had fallen asleep. Yseult no longer tossed and turned, lying still, peacefully, with her arms around her sleeping child. Ilithya's little fingers were curled around her mother's long braids. Times had been so dark lately, but there was a light at the end of the tunnel, there had to be. -------------------------- Message 240 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Jul 26 12:27:55 1996 CDT From: Frap (#6337) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Visions Frap's heart raced, weeks of research and investigation were about to be put to the test. They all gathered in the garden on Morlith discussing the plan, it was decided they would try the spell to try and reach the child Illithya. Last minute thoughts rushed into Frap's head as they mounted dragons to fly to the crime scene.. There the emotional path to the child would probably still linger, also it was far enough from the sarkus to try the spell without any mishaps. What? he thought, no Balth, no Mantle... Trying this spell with no 1st circle mage? Oh my.. He concentrated.... He hoped he was up to it... Heart racing he linked with Moonheart and Morrigan to the emotional chain with Yjezra... Mind wonders... Oh bother, not now.. Where am I? Concentrate Frap Concentrate... Jump now, was the last thing he remembered... He struggled to regain composer and entered the portal... Overwhelming emotion and regrets... His mind screamed in agony... all shields were gone from the use of the powerful spell.. heart racing.. blood surging in his veins.. Something is terribly worng! Everything dark... Whether it was over work, using a powerful spell then steping into a vortex of swirling raw emotion... Frap's body shut down.. the stroke ripped through his mind. everything shut down.. the continuing thought still lingered.. I'm a worthless old man. Frap -------------------------- Message 241 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jul 27 01:06:27 1996 CDT From: Moonheart (#6143) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Dari Just a reminder to those that know ...moon is Dari's adopted father so won't be happy with anyone who kills her. Mnht -------------------------- Message 242 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jul 27 01:47:11 1996 CDT From: Naxos (#9972) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: ooh disease spreads thru the r/t. Rumors and paranoia are wide spread since it was learned Darius Lee contracted a disease. Since then she has infected the following people with a mild to moderate case : Naxos, Aurion, Yalon, Alluvia, Tempest, and Jaws.. Cheetah on the other hand was not so lucky he was hit an inumerable amount of times, and has contracted a serious level of this disease. Syptoms are as follows dizzyness and headaches within 1-3 hours of contact. Escalates into severe pain when skin is touched, gotta get those nagging clothes off ;) results can be extreme anywhere from anger, to even attacking others, gee doesn't Naxos have a beast thing? hmm... -------------------------- Message 243 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jul 27 02:08:15 1996 CDT From: Naxos (#9972) To: *Storylines (#5236) FYI this may not affect everyone the same, subbies in fact have totally different physiologys. -------------------------- Message 244 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jul 27 18:03:01 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Federation news Greetings, Red would like to thank all those interested in the Federation for their responses. As of this date we have no base of operation, I am searching for a suitable site. Equipment orders are backordered and things are at a crawl. ooc:keep mailing request, I will ignore pages. The SL-057 Unit was in my care for awhile, I had no reason to hold it on anything and released it. From what I had learned, it was posing no threat and seemed to be the victem of this Kyrstul. One thing learned though during this was about the organization calling itself the EIC. The SL-057 unit had no memory of it and I'd like to find out more about it. Under laws of the wasteland that are presently in place I issue the following warrent: Zillah, for her crimes aginst Red Fang and his family. I guess that is all for now. Red -------------------------- Message 245 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Jul 28 19:44:56 1996 CDT From: Frap (#6337) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Nightmare Frap was lost, he felt nothing just floating and drifting in his mind. Then he woke with a scream and the pain returned to his head.. the Chaos swirled there still and the emotion filled him with dread and worthlessness. He tryed to move and he could not, something was wrong, he tried yelling out for help but the words would not come. He lay staring upwards, he had to control this somehow.... Frap -------------------------- Message 246 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jul 30 12:50:38 1996 CDT From: Aurion (#10706) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A sorrow filled commisioner. Aurion was seen signing out the pad in the r/t lounge, he mumured about how things can go so wrong when you think everything is ok. He trode into the wasteland, and disappeared going southwestern. OOC : This just means I'm taking a break from the wheel for a while, just disappointed what happened last night, and the person who got my stuff can keep them it seems, kudos to all, this has been fun. I'll still being loggin' on for short times weekly, so drop me a message I'll get it, bye for now ;) --Aurion. -------------------------- Message 247 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jul 29 11:54:02 1996 CDT From: Alluvia (#12737) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Returning sorrows... I had been walking with Yalon, hand in hand. We passed the time, looking around the flowing trees and beautiful scenerey that Jizo Island was composed of. The day was lazy and peaceful, and I thought nothing could have gone wrong. I heard their voices, cold.. mechanical, in the background as they stepped off the Helipad. Her voice was etched into my mind, and for a second I was struck with terror. I turned my body to face hers, only briefly before I ran, beckoning for Yalon to follow. He saw her, glaring... and did not move. Krystul, accompanied by the Slayer, were cornering in on him... and I could do nothing.. They threw back words to each other, his hatred for her intense, her mocking comments back peircing like daggers. He had a score to settle with her, but she had no time... Krystul's only words to the Slayer, "proceed"... His objective given, he proceeded in hitting him near death...I in the meantime calling the Morrigan.. My own heart was racing, and my voice too loud, she heard this.. but he was coming. She cornered upon me, taking my communicator from my hands, my eyes still focused on my husband's injured frame. The Morrigan arrived, scaring them with his presence... before they could touch me. The wounds inflicted to Yalon were great, and Morrigan healed them with his gift... but his magic sent repercussions, a violent mage sickness(insanity) followed.. The evils returned, and with Morrigan dibilitated, hit him and took him off.. I went back to the Helipad, and was enraged... "Whatever she wants... she will get... in return of him...". Many heard my shouting, and quite a crowd had begun to grow at the Helipad... Faces of good and (later ) evil began to appear.. The Commissioner Aurion and Valentine, my spouse and I, led with others in search of the Magister. We thought possibly a lead had occured upon tracking Darkhawk, trades were made, and he led us to lies. The searches went like this for hours... Krystul refusing to bid me any kind of contact.... there was no ransom I could give.. nothing I could do... ... We had just about given up hope for the night... When Krystul came to meet in the Helipad.. I say meet, but I believe rather it was to gloat. I talked to her... pleaded with her promising anything in return for him.. She merely laughed and explained "I have all I need with Morrigan" ( I think guys.. somethin like that). I had to stay calm.... The conversation continued, with nothing much an answer as to where he was, or his condition. She could not be taken, threatening that she had given orders to The Slayer to kill Morrigan, should she not return. So much pain I felt... so much hate... something I truly had never experienced. All I wanted was to see the Magister returned... but that would not come without a fight. Alluvia. -------------------------- Message 248 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jul 29 15:21:48 1996 CDT From: Naxos (#9972) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *submariners (#8388) Subject: Well I'm bored ;) Naxos having died many times began to tire of it, he simply stayed dead in the midrealm he's decided to go on a vision quest of sorts, who knows he might just learn something about himself. He left a note saying good bye in the helipad, he wishes all, even EIC luck in the future, and even a batch of sushi :) there as well. OOC :same story with Aurion ;) just didn't want to be left out without saying good bye, sorry again, see ya. --Naxos, the ghostly Warden. -------------------------- Message 249 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jul 30 12:44:57 1996 CDT From: Alluvia (#12737) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Conclusion I sat there, sleep not coming.... waiting for Krystul's next move. I came from the helipad into the Round Room, as I was instructed by the Slayer... She had something to give me... and I knew it wasn't a surrender... "Here's your crappy comm," she said, giving me an order, to wait for a call from the unit known as Slayer. I took it with trembling hands, fearful that agitating her anymore might mean death. I told her I would wait for the call. I waited paitently for what seemed like a millena... thoughts running through my mind.. "What could she possibly want?? What would they do if we complied... If we didn't?" I heard a buzz from my communicator... I looked down, at the communicator, all Wanting to know what was being said...I took hold and answered.. Hello Alluvia Unit?" I heard from the voice of Slayer on my comm.. Yes.. yes this is she.." Three items must be required," Slayer said... "1) a chainsaw 2) 2000 crystals and 3) a mage seeker by the name of Lovinia" I thought to myself, then answered back.. "Yes... Yes I will aquire these Items... will he be released??", my voice growing softer, and feeling the crowd inch to listen in.. If you do as you are told, he will be.. then contact the Slayer unit. There is more. Do you understand so far?" I could hear nothing through the other side of the coom... had they killed him already? yes... it is understood " I said.. He went on to continue, saying if I brought these items, they would bring the Morrigan back to the Garage... that was if noone planned an ambush... They would take Lovinia, then release her shortly thereafter. The conversation continued, hearing Lovinias cries of "pain.." It hurt me to see her as such... I knew we had to comply. We rummaged up the crystals nesesscary, and the chainsaw, given over by the Magister Moonheart. There were many doubts running through all of our minds... "What if this was just a trick??? What if they kept both.?? What if they killed them.." People were running around, trying to devise stratagies to combat against Krystul... ambush them... Cheetah and his gang felt the need to be such heros... failing to take into account there were lives at stake. We waited, until I recieved a call from the Slayer to take Lovinia and the items down... I did as followed... and awaited silence... No contact, no word. Nothing. I heard my communicator buzz once more... It was the Slayer. He told that the Morrigan had been dropped off in the garage... that Lovinia was out in the desert..and that he was safe back at his base.. Many formed around Morrigan, healing him... I decided to venture after the girl, using the assistance of Red Fang and dragon friend Daan'yrrli. Moonheart also went along, and we scoured the desert, finally having Moonheart fall upon her. Slowly we made the trip home. It was a joyous event when we came back, Lovinia and Morrigan embracing, a feel of peace settling through my body. I watched on for awhile, smiling, before Daan'yrrli took me back up to the Mount, for sleep. -------------------------- Message 250 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jul 30 12:56:37 1996 CDT From: Alluvia (#12737) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Leaving ooc - i'll be gone on a road trip(whee) to canada... for bout two rl weeks.. Alluvi's just gonna go on a desert excursion, thinking and honing her skills on the waste, blah blah. Boy am I gonna be bored.. *grin* I have found the recent events since my coming trying on my nerves, so I have decided for a retreat, for a month. I know not exactly where I shall go, but it will be far, and I will have no ability to communicate with anyone. I will return, perhaps more enlightened and at peace. Seeker Mage - Alluvia -------------------------- Message 251 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jul 30 14:03:27 1996 CDT From: Tempest (#8382) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Red Fang and The Federation In a lawless land, one man dares to stand up for those who need help--the oppressed and sick. That man is Red Fang. Then, fools such as Cheetah, with their jealousy and determination to keep people under their control, start using lies to attack the very man who is fighting to keep order. That man defends himself and is seen by some as evil. He will not stand alone. The Federation will work. The Federation will work because there are people who know and believe in the leadership of Red Fang. If there are those who doubt The Federation or the abilities of Red Fang, let them come forward and explain their doubts, their concerns. The Federation will stand because of the power of good, honesty, and trust. Cheetah is a coward, a fool who nearly fumbled the rescue of Morrigan, and then nearly got the girl Lovinia lost. Do not let fools like this lead you, inhabitants of GhostWheel. Look to real leadership. Look to Red Fang. Tempest, loyal friend and wife of Red Fang Chief of Staff, The Federation -------------------------- Message 252 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jul 30 14:07:14 1996 CDT From: Synge (#12541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Federation. To all those who believe that cheetah FUMBLED the rescue attempt, YOU ARE WRONG. even strafe will agree with me. He tried to go after them so he wouldn't let people give up crystals to the EIC. What he did, and what his 'GANG' did was right as rain. as for this 'federation', that group is run by a POWER CRAZED DICTATOR, who thinks he can rules the wastes. sure he had an oasis there, so what? thanks for your time, Synge -Loyal to Cheetah who tried to save the people from being foolish and giving up crystals and a chainsaw to the EIC. -------------------------- Message 253 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jul 31 00:08:39 1996 CDT From: Cheetah (#12402) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *RPG (#1193) Subject: TO Goes a step further. (OOC) Okay, the TO finally got support from a wizard, and it looks like we are going to get it started, and make the entire thing Halfway decent as a Group on this MOO. Please read #13763, it pretty much tells all about it.. Later Folks :) Oh yeah, Those interested in joining, send mail to Cheetah, or page me if your on :) -Cheetah -------------------------- Message 254 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jul 31 00:48:57 1996 CDT From: Aurion (#10706) To: *Storylines (#5236) well the Commish is back, he has the worst luck 3 days away and a gypsy finds him now he's back with a vengeance, and he's not gonna let it wait. -------------------------- Message 255 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jul 31 18:30:26 1996 CDT From: Yjezra (#5288) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Dragon's Clutch Lyrzrath lifts her head, eyes whirling grey flecked with orange as Yjezra and Ykorasivtch enter the Hatchery. Realizing no danger exists, she rumbles a greeting to the riders, and lowers her head, eyes deeping to a deep blue-grey. Yjezra smiles and walks to the dragon cot, sitting down and leaning back against the garnet Queen. "They are beautiful, Lyrz. You and Elwynd have done well." Lyrzrath reaches out and gently turns one flame blazed egg, setting its side to the warm sands. The Queen speaks in the deep, rumbling tones of the Dragon's Tongue, |Yes, they do well, this new generation of ours.| Yjezra looks up at her Dragonfriend and sighs softly, "I do wish I knew what they will be." The Queen roars out with draconian laughter, |You will have to wait and be patient as all of us must. Though there have been several visitors lately. The one that carries fire on his back especially is attracted to this one.|, as she speaks with a deep rumble, Lyrzrath points at the egg that rests on the sands like the flame of some giants torch. The Riders laugh and Yjezra stands, giving the garnet a scritch on the eyeridges, saying, "Rest well my friend." The Riders walk from the Hatchery and Lyrzrath looks back over her clutch and rumbles in satisfaction that they are well. She lowers her head, huge eyes slowly closing as a light sleep comes over her. -------------------------- Message 256 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 1 09:26:27 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Federation addendum The Federation is in full swing and moving towards a home and establishing itself in the world. Interested partys should contact Aurion for guard positions. OOC: read #13651 for a description of the Federation and its plans. This is ooc info and you can not use it use it unless you learn of it icly. It is a note so just type "read #13651". All other positions contact Red Fang, or Tempest. Lets have fun. Red Fang aka Robert -------------------------- Message 257 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 1 09:32:43 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Addendum Btw, for a list of positions, read 234 on *tps.. I will update this list as soon as I can. Thanks. Robert -------------------------- Message 258 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 1 10:56:04 1996 CDT From: Synge (#12541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Mage issue of Synge. "Ever Synge had finally used his magical abilities for the first time on an unsuspecting executioner bird, it seemed wrong for some reason. He did not know why, but he would have terrible nightmares after using his abilities. He didn't know if he could keep using his magik much longer... he needed guidance, help. (OOC: This is to explain why I may quit the mages, and join the Techies, since the techies do not allow mages, I may quit the mages. and since I heard that there are not gonna make magisters for a while, this is gonna influence my decision as well. I heard from Guru that if the mages already in the Tech Order wish to quit being a mage, their stats will not be reset (@rerolled), which is good for me. If anyone can tell me why I shouldn't quit being a mage, please @mail me or Page me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ thanks, Synge. -------------------------- Message 259 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 1 17:23:17 1996 CDT From: Valentine (#10512) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Strangeness Valentine had sat in library after library (which one was this, anyway?) for so long that she had run out of candles, and her eyes burned with redness. Now she was reading by the light of a pilfered lantern (she'd give it back as soon as she was done--it was _borrowing_ really) a stack of books whose titles all ended in unpronouncable latin words. Leaning back in the creaking chair, the only one she had been able to find in the library's dissolution, she cracked some of the bones in her back and stretched out complaining muscles. Rubbing her eyes, she suddenly laughed, the sound harsh and loud in the echoey darkness. `Who would ever believe me?' she mutters into the quiet, `Sure, I'll say to them, Sure, I've been inspired by the Holy! The visions came to me...borne in the beak of an angelic _crane_. HA!' Valentine laughed at herself and went back to her studies. So much information; so many histories...so many failures. How many times had the world broken apart beneath its own disparateness? How many times had the world come together beneath the unity of Law, only to crumble apart again? How could it be done differently this time? `Differently...' Valentine muttered, turning a page and jotting down notes, `..better...' -------------------------- Message 260 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Aug 2 21:14:53 1996 CDT From: Cloak (#10500) To: *Storylines (#5236) Cloak sat there, next to a half melted candle in his tent, thinking. His emotions had done him in again. Successfully, he had recieved a swift beating from Hawkeye and made a fool of himself in front of a few others. Somehow, Hawkeye and/or Smoke had found out about Cloak's underlying attraction to Smoke. Hawkeye and Yalon then took upon themselves to administer punishment. He had let himself be lured out in Ghostwheel, and he went voluntarily, knowing what wast to come. Cloak remembered well the grins Yalon, Restin and Hawkeye had exchanged with eachother. He also remembered Smoke grinning too. His feelings for Smoke, Cloak thought, must have not been mutual. He should expected this. He watched some more blood trickle from himself as he made another small cut on his hand with a dagger. -------------------------- Message 261 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Aug 2 23:19:40 1996 CDT From: Cheetah (#12402) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Wasteland.. Cheetah pulled himself groggily to his feet, spitting out the wasteland sand that had collected in his mouth. He gazed around, a bit confused at first, but then he remembered.. Morrigan had attacked him.. Something about Morr's soulmate? Well, whatever had angered the Mage, it was of no use now, he had to make his way home. Pulling a folded peice of paper from his pocked and studying his global positioning system for a moment, he headed northeast... Had to get back before nightfall.. Who knows what was out here after dusk? -------------------------- Message 262 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Aug 2 23:49:19 1996 CDT From: Cheetah (#12402) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Plans Cheetah lowered himself behind the desk, muttering at the stacks of papers stacked in his Geologic archive method (i.e. The oldest stuff settling to the bottom). He glanced at the stacks, pulling a paper out that came dangerously close to toppling one of the piles. A draft for a submariner/TO treatie. Another caugh his eye, an agreement to be made with the Federation. Too many things to do, so much paperwork to fill out and send. He glanced up at a map on the wall of Austin, and some of the old underground structures/tunnels there.. It would be best for the Tech Order to move, he told himself.. The woodshole facility was too small anyway, and the problems with the submariners had gone to a point that left him no real other choice but to move.. The submariners, strong in number, against a handfull of scientists.. heh. He saw the outcome of that one already. He pulled a small lunchbox-computer out from under a heap of papers, and began to type away, muttering about `territorial fishies'. -------------------------- Message 263 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Aug 3 12:00:34 1996 CDT From: Cloak (#10500) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: mistake ooc: On my last entry about being attacked by Hawkeye and a small group of others I included Restin in this. RESTIN WAS NOT INVOLVED. I failed to notice he was OOC and therefore, had nothing to do with the attack on myself. I apologize to Restin for this mistake. -------------------------- Message 264 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Aug 4 02:45:55 1996 CDT From: Cheetah (#12402) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Fun.. Cheetah, grinning, sat behind his desk. Oh what fun today had been. He had darkhawk hunting him, and barely got away.. Smoke had been blocking the only way out, he had called her later with his communicator; she said it was a mistake, she had been trying to keep darkhawk in.. He had beleived her. Heh. How absolutely intelligent of him. After escaping, he decided that it would be interesting to leave for the wasteland for a while.. No-one to bug him, darkhawk and all the others out to get him wouldn't find him out there.. Had stopped by the desert rat tavern for a drink. Bart was amiable enough, making him a jolt. He got up from the barstool and made ready to leave, then, Darkhawk, Smoke, and Hoplias walked in. He gave a start at seeing Darkhawk, perhaps they where hunting him? "Block Down!" Darkhawk growled at Hoplias. He seemed to scamper at Darkhawk's order, quickly standing on the trapdoor. Darkhawk grinned, brandishing his chainsaw. I looked over at Smoke in horror as she drew a dagger from its sheath. "Surprise." she said. Darkhawk swung the chainsaw at me, mauling my flesh with the chainsaw, causing such pain that I went unconcious. He did this several times, myself making several futile attempts to defend my near-dead self from his almost mad swinging. He knocked me out again, and when he kicked me back into conciousness, my broadsword sat on the floor in front of me. I pulled myself to my feet and grabbed my sword. Darkhawk seemed to laugh. He threw my rucksack at me. I caught it, and he told me to open it -- now. I refused.. What was he gonna do, kill me? The eagle was better than this torture. Suddenly, Moonheart and Zero_Cool stepped in. Moon surveyed the room, apparently startled at the scene. He then knocked out both darkhawk and smoke, and said nothing. Looking over at Darkhawk's unconcious body, my mouth twisted into a sadistic grin. "For my time" I laughed, snatching the chainsaw from Darkhawk's limp arms. I headed for the door, and out into the wasteland.. Limping back home, dragging the chainsaw with my only working arm, I slowly healed myself as I checked my GPS and made my way back to the R/T building. Taking a 'copter back to woodshole, He had made his way back to his office and mounted the chainsaw on the wall. "My Trophy" he chuckled, and leaned against the wall, falling to sleep.... -------------------------- Message 265 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Aug 4 03:59:47 1996 CDT From: Cheetah (#12402) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Changes [OOC] Well, change to my previous TP post, wizards decided that Moonheart would get the chainsaw. Oh well... And here I had a buyer set up and everything ;) -------------------------- Message 266 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Aug 4 10:14:05 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Darkhawk Let it be known, the criminal Darkhawk was taken prisoner last night and is being held by the Federation. The Federation is not a Judicial system, the people of the wasteland have the right to partition to have him set free, or to extradite him for punishment. Due to extreme conditions, the Federation can only hold Darkhawk for 24 hours. After this time he will be taken out of his cell and executed for his crimes aginst the Federation. Red Fang -------------------------- Message 267 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Aug 4 12:49:33 1996 CDT From: Aurion (#10706) To: *Storylines (#5236) the attempted murder Asa assAssin has escaped, charge from prison has now been set to execution, his mistake, don't mess with the Federation., -------------------------- Message 268 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Aug 4 13:23:24 1996 CDT From: Synge (#12541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A unexpected attack? A few days ago, before Cheetah got mauled by DarkHawk, I was walking down the path in GW Plains. I happened upon Smoke and Hoplias. I said my greetings to both of them, and asked smoke if she had an axe. she replied no, and Hoplias said he did. I asked him why didn't he use it rather than his broadsword, and he said he Liked the broadsword better. Then, DarkHawk came outta nowhere, brandishing his chainsaw. Hoplias gave a few words to DarkHawk... "Get him," and DarkHawk proceeded to ravage me with his chainsaw. He KOed me, and when I awoke, Hoplias was laughing. I drew my sword, and tried to attack him. I was hurt, so my slices missed him by inches. I then proceeded to run to a friend, and he then helped to heal me. I went back to my office in woods hole, and thought about why it happened..... I couldn't tell why it happened... (end) -Synge: Head Of Bionics. -------------------------- Message 269 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Aug 4 13:45:06 1996 CDT From: Synge (#12541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: about my last post... Smoke had nothing to do with DarkHawk's attack. thanks, -Synge -------------------------- Message 270 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Aug 4 19:01:10 1996 CDT From: Cheetah (#12402) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Learning Cheetah scanned the research and development area of the facility. Several of the department heads where conducting experiments, JGooding had some device going that was reflecting a red-ish beam of light off a mirror on the ceiling, causing tendrils of smoke to rise from one of the wooden desks. JGooding leaped for a fire extinguisher, putting it out quickly, but still leaving a charred hole in the desk. "Sorry.." he grinned. Synge was near the other end of the lab, working with a small robot-like device, similar looking to the RSU's in New Genesis, but smaller, and without the laser beams. It was currently ripping at a stack of papers as Synge shook his head in some manner that could be described only as something between disgust and amusement. Cheetah realized as he was looking about that although he WAS head of the Order, he had little knowledge of much beyond electronics and engines. He began to watch the experiments with somewhat more interest, asking questions of what the sceintists had developed, how this or that worked... (OOC: This is all to justify the `teaching' thats going on from a couple TO members to myself, and the changes that will pop up on my .sheet..) -------------------------- Message 271 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Aug 5 00:44:03 1996 CDT From: Valentine (#10512) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: POSTED NOTICE A Notice Posted at Major Traffic Points: ATTENTION Crystal Hunters and other einterested parties!! The head committee person for the Law Summit, Valentine, esq. Wishes to hire able-bodied persons who have familiarity with the wasteland and/or New Genesis City to contact her in regards to employment. Employment will require searching out certain technological items that may be buried or lost in old ruins in the wastes. Only the hardy need apply. Success in this employment will be well rewarded. ---valentine, esq... -------------------------- Message 272 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Aug 5 13:32:27 1996 CDT From: Assassin (#9870) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: My Escape From the Federation It all started when i was crusing around the helipad when aurion suddenly told me i was underaresst for attempted murder. I gasped in astonishment and refused to follow her to the jail. She then knocked me out in 2 blows which where aimed to the head. She carried me to the jail and tied me up and locked up the door. She read me my rights and then she was off. I sat there for around 3 hours when suddenly i heard a pounding on the door. It was a dear friend who had heard about me becoming in jail. (His name is meant to be unknown.) He told me how he found out the he took 5 quick kicks with his muscular legs and brought the door down. He also had a file with him so he filed through the chains in the ceiling which were holding me up. He used his claws to rip away the rope that was tying me together and then we quickly set off quitely sneaking from place to place .. .. in the wastelands. We came to the r/t building and snuck around there. I went to my home on New O'rleans and rested strongly and quicxkl;y cause tommorow my crime would not be attempeted murder it would be murder. ________ Assassin Your neighbourhood Jerk. -------------------------- Message 273 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Aug 5 13:39:12 1996 CDT From: Synge (#12541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: LOOKING FOR A FEW GOOD TECHS (a paid advertisement by TO prod.) Attention lovers of Technology! The Tech Order is looking for YOU. The Tech Order is a group devoted to bringing back technology to this fine earth, and we need more recruits. There are many areas of interest, and all you have to do is ask a Tech Order member about a job. There is one exception.... A mage can not be a techie. we are sorry about this, but you mages do not understand technology. (OOC: mages would search for HOURS and maybe years trying to find out what spell made an engine run) Some representatives of the Tech Order: Synge: Head Of Bionics. Cheetah: Founder of the Tech Order. (ask them for a job) --------------------------------------- The Tech Order: we ARE the Future. -------------------------------------- thanks, Synge. Head Of Bionics Department, Tech Order. -------------------------- Message 274 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Aug 5 15:07:09 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: Lykaj (#6068), Darkhawk (#5041), Red_Fang (#5907), and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Stay of Execution The life of Darkhawk was sparred early this morning. He is being placed in protective custody under the supervision of the the Marshall Lykaj. Lykaj submitted this request to Red Fang and it was excepted. Pending no other complaints or notifications from other interested partys, Darkhawk was released from his holding cell. All equipment belonging to one Darkhawk will remain in the evidence room at the Oasis.. Signed Red Fang. Commander Federation Friday April 24, 2636 08:20 hours -------------------------- Message 275 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Aug 5 15:07:48 1996 CDT From: Devon (#13677) To: *Storylines (#5236) OOC HER??? HER???? thank you I am male Assassin, what you neglected to say was I had you tied to the ceiling, and that tyo you were in a locked cell, and didn't want to play along, so I took drastic measures. that's just my di side, thanks. -------------------------- Message 276 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Aug 5 15:09:21 1996 CDT From: Devon (#13677) To: *Storylines (#5236) my last mesage was in response to Assassin's message as he stated Aurion, and the gender her ;P -------------------------- Message 277 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Aug 5 15:11:48 1996 CDT From: Aurion (#10706) To: *Storylines (#5236) heheh, gee I'm not Devon, whoops wonder how that happened -------------------------- Message 278 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Aug 5 15:12:00 1996 CDT From: Cynthia (#12498) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: murder before my eyes.. I had boarded a copter and the pilot was taking off, when I saw a young man frantically running toward the copter, I asked the pilot to wait a minute so the man could ride as well. The man hurled himself on board yelling "Go!", as I looked up to see a ninja rushing towards the copter with superhuman speed. The pilot took off as quickly as he could, but the ninja jumped an incredible distance and grabbed the landing bar as the copter rose into the air. The man on board desparately tried to kick the ninja off, but was not successful as the ninja quickly climbed inside the copter itself. I was completely stunned by what I was witnessing, the young man was obviously in terror that he apparently had never experienced, yet the ninja was emotionless as it stood before us. Then the ninja spoke, only it wasnt a human voice.. definately a synthesized voice, monotone, emotionless. "Venom Unit", it called out, "you have left EIC fully aware of the penalty for doing so." shaking, the man replied "I did not wish to leave, I had to .. to begin an important undertaking.. one which may prove to be helpful to the EIC as well, if you give me time". I was completely speechless, motionless, in disbelieve of what I was seeing only a few feet in front of me. "There can be no exceptions", the robot-sounding ninja replied. With that, the ninja grabbed the man, held him outside the copter door while we were in mid flight. "Oh my God" I thought, as I just knew the ninja was gonna drop the screaming man. Instead the ninja slowly hoisted the young man above it with incredible strength and ease. Then I realized , in horror, what the ninja was doing.. as the man helplessly cried out looking at the spinning blades of the the copter nearing his head. I shreiked but to my shame was too terrified, stunned, and in disbelief to do a thing. Blood and chucks of flesh filled the copter as the ninja hoisted the headless body until its shoulders were in the copter's blades, then it let the body fall. The ninja turned to me and asked if I wanted to be in EIC, whatever that is, and then remarked that there had just been an opening. Next thing I know , I was waking up in a hospital bed with dozens of people crowding around me asking questions.. Apparently, the pilot was in as great of shock as I was, and had crashed after the gruesome event. The pilot's body was never found, nor was the mysterious, heartless ninja .. There was enough evidence found to give credibility to my story, though it shortly vanished, no doubt to the midrealm since it was the headless remains of the young man . I saw. (ooc)_ I wont be on all that much, but if you see me IC, I will obviously be quite shaken up and confused. Hopefully, with time and therapy, I will recover.. -------------------------- Message 279 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Aug 5 15:27:56 1996 CDT From: Aurion (#10706) To: *Storylines (#5236) by the way there is a 1000 crystal reward for Assassin's capture, heh contact Red or Aurion if you bring him in. -------------------------- Message 280 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Aug 5 16:50:29 1996 CDT From: Synge (#12541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Ghostwheel Circuit (an update) A few days ago, a secret race was held against the various classes... The Dragonriders, Mages, Techies, Feds, Subbies, and Soul Mechs participated. (OOC: this is a joke post, soulmechs haven't even been coded yet) The GW Circuit committee asked the EIC to join, but they replied with "Get the fuck away from us." Heres what happened. (Race 1 was the Running event.) The Dragonriders, Feds, Techs, mages, and subs were neck to neck. The soulmechs were far behind (they had trouble running), and the DRs shot ahead to first. the Federation was right behind them, with the Techies and Subs in a tie for third. The Race results were: 1) Dragonriders 2) The Federation 3) The Tech Order (too weighed down with tools) 3) Submariners (Dehydrated) 3) Mages (A spell worn off, and they got mage sickness) 4) Soulmechs (The machines had technical probs, the Tech Order helped in repairs). (note the subs, mages, and techs were TIED) --------------------------------------------------------- that is the first race for today. More to be announced. --------------------------------------------------------- 'Excerpt from the Ghostwheel Circuit' --------------------------------------------------------- (The End) -------------------------- Message 281 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Aug 5 18:56:50 1996 CDT From: Restin (#4641) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: New bar The Espada Lodge is now open to the public., complete with a bar, and its slightly southern bartender Pablo., for your entertainment., we have a meditation room with a special surprise., best of all, its in ghostwheel. no more long walks back to the R/T building., for oz's treats. just walk south from crossroad., and south again., your there!., call me for private party bookings., Restin , Proprieter Espada Lodge. ps. more good things to come., just keep watching. so long ya'll -------------------------- Message 282 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Aug 6 17:56:55 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Under attack Several things have happened lately, First the capture of the evil recomb Assassin. Then thieves breaking into the Keep at Red's oasis and taking his Throne. Now a grusome act.. Red walks out and find 2 dead mini-rex's on the oasis. A puzzling note from a madman. Red Fang has no other choice but to declare Marshall law on the wasteland, Guards will be placed at important points and patrols doubled. Any suspecious activitys or engagements will be dealt with. Federation Commander, Red Fang -------------------------- Message 283 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Aug 6 18:03:57 1996 CDT From: Synge (#12541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A day in the life of a roboticist.... (OOC: since I am a Robot Tech, I think I'm allowed to joke around with my work a little...) -------------------------------- Synge worked over his little invention, the XL-207, for three days now. The little bugger was equipped with a small medical instrument, and it's performace was looking up. Synge fiddled and flipped a few switches, and the robot came alive. "Success!" he cried. He took a small lab rat, took a scalpel, and gave it a slight scratch. The medical robot hovered over to the Mouse, scanned it with a bioscanner, and took out a scalpel and some bandages. he then proceeded to attack the lab rat! With a swing of my bionic arm, I crushed XL-207. "Damned circuitry fired again!" he cried, smashing the bot into pieces. "I will fix it", and he then proceeded to work again. ------------------------------- (OOC: this is supposed to be somewhat humorous, somewhat serious) ++++++++++++++++ Synge. -------------------------- Message 284 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Aug 6 18:05:55 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Fed Meeting All members of the Federation that can attend please come to the temporary headquarters of the Federation on the Oasis at 34/7 for a meeting (ooc rl time Aug 8th at 7pm MDT) Any interested partys please attend as well if you like. Red Fang, Commanding -------------------------- Message 285 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Aug 6 20:15:15 1996 CDT From: Aheroke (#12152) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Protest I wish to protest in the strongest possible terms the actions of the organization know as "the Federation". While the actions of the criminals they aim to control are, of course, deplorable, it is equally deploreable for an group of individuals, acting without a mandate from the people, on no athority but their own twisted sense of "justice", to enforce abritrary "laws" through needless acts of force. Furthermore, it is even more deplorable for this group to decalre "martial law" in an area of land to which they have no legitimate claim, and over which they have no legitimate athority, whatever the reasons. In a world where nature itself rises up against us, and we must fight and kill every day just to survive, what merit is there in raising our swords against each other? What will harming and imprisoning criminals do, except anger them, and fill them with resentment, leading them to commit still more atrocities? Should we not instead inspire them to peaceful conduct through the example of our own love? And how does an organizations that violates the rights of others differ from the criminals it opposes? >From this day forth, Aheroke shall not raise his sword to harm another thinking creature [ooc: I.E. Player, silly =) ]. He encourages others to follow his example. Aheroke---->Fear the Eagle -------------------------- Message 286 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Aug 6 20:23:03 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Martial law Thanks Aheroke for correcting my spelling error... Federation recognizes that all won't agree with its policys. You protest has been so noted, but protection from ourselves is the primary reason.. Humans are their own best preditors. The action stands. Waiting to hear from PETA on TO using lab animals for experments. Red Fang, Commanding. -------------------------- Message 287 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Aug 6 20:28:48 1996 CDT From: Aheroke (#12152) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Tech Order Thank you for reminding me, Red Fang. =) As a former lab animal, I also wish to protest the needless torture of other forms of life. =) WOO WOO! Now I have two place to picket! =) Aheroke---->Look at me! See my sign! =) -------------------------- Message 288 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Aug 6 20:30:36 1996 CDT From: Aheroke (#12152) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Ahem... Please ignore my needless OOC use of smileys. Aheroke takes these issues very seriously, even if his typist (growls atta silly player) doesn't. Aheroke---->Fear the Eagle -------------------------- Message 289 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Aug 6 20:34:20 1996 CDT From: Cheetah (#12402) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Just consider this all OOC. Its a Joke, sheesh. [THE WASTELAND TIMES] Tuesday April 28, 2636 Strange rumors have been floating around the R/T buidling once again. Lab rats have been seen running about the wastelands, apparently sentient! We, at the Wasteland Times, captured one and questioned it. Q:What is your purpose? A:It twitched its nose at us, then answered, "I have been made to nibble at Red_Fang's ankles, and trip Tempest by cluching to her leg with my fellow rats and scattering all of Moonheart's ball bearings about Red's keep! Q:Why the green fur? A:A side effect of my genetic programming.. You know, to nibble at Red Fang's ankles. Q: What of the affair you had with the ROUS in GW plains? We have witnesses! Pay us 5000 crystals now, or face the public! .. Hey, make shure you don't put this down in the transcript, k? [Drunken voice in the background] You got it boss! *hic!* A: No comment. Well, thus ends yet another edition of the wasteland times! Oh.. And we know NOTHING of that dead green lab rat found out in jizo Yesterday... -------------------------- Message 290 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Aug 6 20:49:31 1996 CDT From: Lykaj (#6068) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Federation. Well now. I've been listing to some intresting talk considering the Federation, a subject I am well versed in. Many times in my ancient years have there been troubles in the land. And usually the majority will band together to overcome.. the problems. Problem is..It takes to long to get an orginized group together. The culprit is usually long gone.. Now we have a group, a strong group. One able to enforce fair and just laws to all. All the major parties have basicly... accepted and offered any and all assistance to us in this venture. The Federation is ready and willing to listen to all sides. Not just the majority..we are here for the little man/woman/beastie as well. Some seem to want things like they were... Everyman/woman/beastie for themselves. Too bad. The Federation is here to stay. We will only intervien in a situation ... If need be. Thats it for now..any who wish to discuss this or any problems they see..bring your concerns to me..they will be heard.. Lykaj of ShadowGaurd, The Federation. -------------------------- Message 291 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 7 00:23:52 1996 CDT From: Valentine (#10512) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Strange Happenings More Strange Happenings From Around-the-Known-World: Valentine, along with a large crew (some of whom were tentatively identified as Tech Order members) was seen in the New Genesis City area of late, dismantling the ruins of some of the outer structures. Weathering heavy losses from RSU attacks, the crew seemed to be gathering caravans of aluminum--aluminum girders, aluminum siding, whatever they were able to scrounge. These caravans--many wagons-full--were then seen to make the dangerous overland trek toward the Wall. Purposes unknown. When questioned by interested bystanders (and the occassional RSU) Valentine replied, "I'm sorry, I'm keeping that information my own for now." Over a few bourbons in the R/T lounge, Valentine has also been heard to mutter, `Damn, I _know_ there are diesel engines out there in the wastes somewhere--it's just a matter of figuring out where...' On an unrelated note a ROUS litter was found near the Ghostwheel Plains Crossroads yesterday, one of which was born with two heads. The oddity would probably have gone on display, but was shortly eaten by a cainid. In further news, reports have been coming in of strange property losses, possibly due to theft: unattended tents, with contents left in crates nearby; towels and bedsheets; clothes and linens left to dry on clotheslines. None of the pilfered item's value was very high in and of themselves--though some complaints were heard about well-broken-in towels--but eyebrows are raised in concern. Cainids, Slisssh, and even Waste Titans these people are used to, but the theft of delicates reaches new heights of oddity. --Jon Bo'Jon R/T News Services... -------------------------- Message 292 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 7 15:30:44 1996 CDT From: Naxos (#9972) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Yet another strage occurance. A animalistic scream echoed thru the R/t, a huddle mass was seen moving toward the helipad, leaving a pool of blood in it's wake, it headed off to Wood's Hole, throwing out the helicoptor pilot, and leaving rather abruptly. Rumor goes that some wretch escaped from the midrealm, and now stalks the real world! beware! guard your children/! this beast is surely an unspeakable evil. OOC : simply put, I'm back! ;) -------------------------- Message 293 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 7 16:12:57 1996 CDT From: Yseult (#4778) To: *DragonRiders (#5915) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Back Home Again Tierz'yrrlan's ebony body streaked across the sky. Home was not far now. Yseult could see the peak of Mt. Morlith just to the east. She loosened her grip on the straps slightly, relaxing at the sight and the knowledge that the long journey would soon be over and she'd be able to stretch her legs on land again. Ilithya stirred slightly, but she did not wake. She had been asleep for most of the trip, tuckered out by playing with the hatchlings on Val'Saar. **Perhaps if we are lucky, she will tire herself out playing with the Morlith hatchlings too, when they are hatched.** Tierz'yrrlan's thoughts touched her own, making her laugh aloud. "Yes, my black beauty, perhaps we will be so lucky." Tier'yrrlan swept down over the Ghostwheel Plains in his normal, show off glide. Yseult chuckled to herself, chiding her Dragonfriend's vanity through the soulbond. Tierz'yrrlan spoke aloud with a voice like distant thunder, |It's not vanity, it's the simple truth.| Yseult laughed again. It was nice to be in good spirits again. She had not felt this way for quite some time. Something caught her notice as Tierz'yrrlan swooped over the Plains. Or _someone_ rather. He was crystal hunting it looked like, a normal past time of the Plains residents. However...she knew him somehow, though she could not think of a name. She was too far away to see his face, but the way he moved, his height...oh yes, she knew him. **No name for him?** Tierz'yrrlan's thoughts shattered her own. "No, none. I think I know him though." **Perhaps you ran into him once and have not seen him since?** Yseult thought about it for a moment, "No, I know him from somewhere else...perhaps I am mistaken. It couldn't be..." The stranger who was not a stranger haunted her thoughts the rest of the trip back to Morlith. -------------------------- Message 294 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 7 23:39:12 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Fed Meeting the meeting scheduled for tomorrow night is canceled. Red -------------------------- Message 295 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 8 14:43:41 1996 CDT From: Istabul (#10545) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Too much work, too little pay. News from the R/T-Reuters News Service--On The Spot, with Jon Bo'Jon (OOC: heh, I liked that name). Istabul puts down the sledge hammer he'd been using to disassemble building ruins in outskirts of New Genesis City. He wipes his furry brow with a cloth and smiles at the camera, his nose whiskers twitching. `Ah say, you say you ahr some kind of reporter?" <- Yes sir, Jon Bo'Jon, R/T-Reuters News Services. Can you tell are viewers what it is you've been doing here?> `Well, ah'm doin' hard labor for that Law Summit woman, Valentine. Mah team and ah have to break up these old buildings here and take out ahl the ahluminum we can from them.' `Well now, ah'll tell you the truth: ah don't rightly know. The lady, Valentine, isn't talking, even to me. And I'll tell you, we go way back. Back when ah was working for the Black Scar Guilders down in N'Orleans, they had me hunting her after she left the guild.' Ah yah. It's ah criminal guild down in N'Orleans--they run some of the gambling houses, prostitution, ahn'd some of the robbery rings. Valentine broke with them when she was just ah young'in.' Istabul adds, `Ah chased her all over creation for ah'while--the Guilders were paying good money for her return.' Istabul laughs, his nose whiskers twitching, `Well, we got over that. Ahn'd then she came ahround looking for people to work this salvage job. Ah'l ah really know ahbout it is we put this stuff on wagons, ahnd then other folk haul it off through the desert to the Wall. Ah think the Tech Order people take it from there.' Istabul smiles at the camera, "Ahnytime. Hi mom!" -------------------------- Message 296 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 8 14:54:36 1996 CDT From: Kynwal (#1610) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Plague? A scrawny old man, eyes turned frosty blue with blindness, has been runing around the environs of the R/T building. He stops anyone he comes across. How he finds these people is a mystery in and of itself. Clutching your arm with suprising strength for one so old and frail he mutters his tale: On scaled feet it comes across the glen, you need not know where, only a question of when. A single touch is all it needs, to cause your very skin to crack open and bleed. Your body will sicken, your soul will wither, till the plague take ye to the devil's kitchen. A cure you will not find, nothing will you save from this bind. Beware the one in scaled skin, or ye may not ever see the sun rise again. After relating his macabre poetry he rushes off to find another person to tell. His snow white hair flying everywhere in his mad rush. -------------------------- Message 297 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 8 15:08:38 1996 CDT From: Cheetah (#12402) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Strange creature roaming the GW plains I was recently hunting the Ghostwheel plains, when I came upon Dooley, and a strange scaled creature, of strange shape and size, standing next to Dooley.. The creature said `You will do well for the master I think.' it then hit Dooley once. `Whats this?' I asked it. It simply cackled and dashed off. I have attached a small picture of the thing, hoping that others might avoid it.. It didn't seem to harm Dooley much, but with the rumors I've been hearing.. It is best to be safe. Attached to the Note is a Small artist's sketch: A saurial head covered in mottled green scales with dark black eyes set into the sides of the head. Splotches of grey colored, diseased scales can be seen on various places on the face. The left eye is covered by a mass of scar tissue and keloids. A dark red tongue flickes from the elongated mouth every few seconds. A black robe cinched around the waist by a belt hides the rest of his body. Also, Dooley commented on a strange cold feeling after the attack, and seemed to scratch relentlessly at the spot where the thing had hit him.. -Cheetah, Founder Tech Order -------------------------- Message 298 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 8 18:38:43 1996 CDT From: Moonheart (#6143) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: anger hate rage... He'd seen her, the woman who caused his unborn childs death. Forgetting the chainsaw in his hand he lashes out with his magic bruning her. She runs escaping him, his hands still ablaze with power anger in his heart...power needing to be released streams form his hands tottaly incinerating a ROUS in his path. Power once more in control he whispers to himself, "she will burn ..over and over." Mnht -------------------------- Message 299 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 8 21:35:56 1996 CDT From: Rantan (#13530) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Imprisoned While i was stroling through the woodlands 2 men covered in black jumped out from behind a tree and started beating me with clubs. I must've got knocked out in a second or too. .........When i woke up I saw a...a....a... thing. It was very ugly. The thing was a recomb. He told me to Shut up or he'll rip my nose off. The thing was strong and mean and had no feelings at all in any sence. He must've senced my terror so he started threating me and teling me how the techs and i would have no home in 2 days. I was even more afraid. Days passed. Nothing to eat for me. He ate in front of me and starved me. It was brutel. On the third, or was it fourth day a man entered my prison. He was covered in black and i couldn't see his face but he was huuuge. They talked a while and decided to i think ask for a million crystals reward and then i sputtered out with all my strenght "They'll not pay you 1 crystals you filthy rat." The thing turned around as fast as lightning and struck me across the head sending me into an unconciuss pile. I know rot in my sleep. -------------------------- Message 300 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 8 21:37:46 1996 CDT From: Rantan (#13530) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: re:imprisoned Sorry bout the spelling mistakes. I am really tired. -------------------------- Date: Sun, 9 Mar 1997 15:13:04 -0400 From: "Quinn@GhostWheel" To: quinn@vv.com Subject: GhostWheel Message(s) 301 - 400 from *Storylines (#5236) X-Mail-Agent: GhostWheel (casper.bga.com 6969) Message 301 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 8 22:57:18 1996 CDT From: DarkAngel (#12478) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Trouble with Smoke To My Dearest Sister Reah, Since you have moved to the brothel, it seems I never see you anymore, so Im writing this letter to let you know that Im very concerned about our sister Smoke. She came to visit me today. I swear to you she had been crying...she is distraught and confused. She kept speaking of a recomb named Saben...do you know him? Smoke kept mumbling something about Saben owning her, that she had to make a decision to be with him or never see him again. I asked her what the hell she was talking about. She just smiled and asked me if I had ever been to the Oasis. Im so afraid for her Reah, I know Smoke like the back of my hand, she will fight to the death. She would never allow herself to be owned. I think Saben did something to her in that old building under the Oasis. He seems to have some kind of power over her. The scary thing is I think she wants it...she looked almost euphoric. I dont know what to do...... Your loving sister, Darkangel -------------------------- Message 302 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Aug 9 00:43:10 1996 CDT From: Saben (#11887) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Dragons A dragon knocked me out tonight ..I did not attack it's rider ..is this allowed ...I could swear I read somethign that said it wasn't. Saben -------------------------- Message 303 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Aug 9 00:50:44 1996 CDT From: Yalon (#8143) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A bit more to that dragon stun. Lets add this shall we, first off, a dragon is like a char, it thinks and feels. The dragon noted above, had been feeling its riders unease, then, watched from the roof as SAben knocked out 4 people, one of which is Strafe, a close friend of Yalon, and....a good friend to Saraaka (the dragon). So, am I to understand just cause Strafe wasnt a rider, even though he is the closest thing on this moo and Dragons call him worthy....am I to understand Saraaka should ignore this, cause why? Cause its a dragon? CAuse its a puppet? Thats not right, for RP purposes, I felt SAraaka would act on the side of Strafe, and STUN Saben. Sure, people might say, hey now, thats unfair. Well, think of it this way, dont anger our several ton flying friends. And if you attack thier friends, I think that might anger them. Dragons are IC, and very RP oriented. Saraaka had several reasons for what she did to Saben, so, if anyone continues to have problems with this, talk to me. -------------------------- Message 304 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Aug 9 11:05:50 1996 CDT From: Cheetah (#12402) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Bombs ... Cheetah hovered the pair of wirecutters over the bomb, a simple device, attached to some dynamite, but it would shure do its' job if he didn't disarm it.. Cheetah muttered something, and quickly cut the green wire. Wincing, as if expecting it to go off at that moment, his features then relaxed, as the thing seemed to have been disarmed. Standing, he surveyed the room. The TOHQ Storage room seemed much darker and colder than it usually did.. He snatched up the dynamite and the note he found next to it: Youve found this bomb now. Better get home now! Your family may die and you will perish. The bomb lies within the law... What could this bomb mean? Cheetah mused. Within the law.. could it be the federation? Or maybe that was what someone wanted him to /think/.. Khyber had brought him an additional note after the dynamite had been diffused... He was not shure if they had been intended to see it.. It could be a valuable clue, or a trick. "You found your first clue in the deep ocean" Cheetah read aloud to himself. "But this bomb is not the end of my notions. The next bomb is in a base, or hospital. Used to belong to the submariners. You must get past the coded door, an obstacle"... He knew the coded door that used to belong to the submariners.. Must be refering to the Tech Order's headquarters.. Perhaps this was the bomb it mentioned? And as for the first.. The bomb at coral's reach someone had mentioned? The TO had been blamed for that bomb, and he had heard rumors about a bomb out at Red Fang's keep... Perhaps we had some sort of bomber running around?... Only time would tell, and waiting could only bring the danger of another bomb going off..... -------------------------- Message 305 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Aug 9 11:32:17 1996 CDT From: Cheetah (#12402) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: More bombs Cheetah picked up his communicator, hitting the CONNECT button, just so the damned thing would shut off. "What do you want?" He snapped. It was Assassin's voice.. He said that Someone Cheetah knew would be at his front door.. With a bomb. Cheetah, needing no prodding, quickly left his office, with khyber tailing, and exited out the front of the research facility. A nondescrip package was there.. "Another bomb" his thoughts flashed, he moved quickly as he could, heading for a helicopter... Exiting from the R/T building, out into the wastes, he found the spot, just a bit north of the Bridge over that river of slime, where one could enter the Slisssh motherchamber. He shoved the package down into the hole, and headed back to R/T. Rantan awaited him back in the building.. Stammering, Rantan pointed at himsed "Assassin! He has.. wired me with a bomb!".. Rantan shook visibly. `Great.. Just great' Cheetah muttered to himself.. He knew he was no bomb expert.. He rushed back to The facility, carrying Rantan (who had fainted), and thought of a course of action.. -------------------------- Message 306 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Aug 9 12:17:31 1996 CDT From: Synge (#12541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A bad accident... Today, a horrible accident occurred. I walked into the R&D department of TO HQ, and I saw Rantan and Cheetah.. rantan was strapped to the bone with explosives. I remembered my old military tech training on bombs. and went to work. I worked laborously for the first wire to be diffused, and then there were two more. I snipped the second one, still nothing happened. I asked cheetah to leave the room, and went to work on the final wire. I clipped it, and heard a voice over a communicator in the bomb... it was Assassins! then we both heard a beep, and BOOM! the bomb exploded. I was hurt critically, as was Rantan, but Rantan lost his arms and legs. Cheetah took us to the Infirmary, then he placed a call for help on the 911 channel. Soon demon arrived, and with cheetah's help, healed me. rantan's wounds were attended to, but he lost the use of his limbs. I suggested Prosthetic Implants (bionics) and rantan agreed. (OOC: ran's gonna be a bionic) I will take out revenge on assassin for this crime. He will not get away this time. Demon soon bowed and left the infirmary, and I rested a while. (END... for now...) -------------------------- Message 307 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Aug 9 15:17:23 1996 CDT From: Deathlurks (#9670) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Ghostwheel Bombings and Clues Hello TP, My name is Deathlurks and as some of ya know there has been various bomb threats on the Federation from me. My character belongs to an evil group name "The eye of the serpant" an upcoming mage group. The group consist of so far, me, bacchus and Assassin. As some of you may already know, we have made many clues towards crimes that we comited against the federation. Our group mainly wants Red Fang to quit the federation, so we laid a bomb somewhere near his home. We set up many clues towards crimes we commited. I have laid out 3 bombs in this moo (fake, just for RP purposes) and set a beggining clue in the Oasis to the whereabouts of the first bomb. Each bomb is in a differant part of this Moo, the reason for this is so we can get all the classes involved in working together to recover each bomb. Everytime a bomb is found, another clue is found with it to the next bomb. One bomb is underneath the water, so one must get the submariners to achieve it for you. One is in the TO base, which requires the code to get in and one is somehwhere that i can not tell yet. Hope ya have fun with this TP! We will have more fun TP's in the future, so watch out for us. 3 more bombs will be planted out later. If anyone else wants to join the eye of the serpant, contact us and we will get ya in. Must be good Role Players! Anyone can take place in this TP, just make sure ya dont do it all indepedantly. Deathlurks-havefun :) -------------------------- Message 308 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Aug 9 16:55:20 1996 CDT From: Zillah (#5587) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A new Disease! Zillah hurriedly dashed into her lab, the door barely having time to shut and lock again before she was at the main lab table, reaching for a petri dish. >From her wrist she produced a small vial of white puss, taken from that gypsie in the Espada Lounge just moments ago. He never noticed her take the sample, and probably as well he didn't, he was that infernal mage Moonheart's apprentice after all. Carefully, she poured the contents into the dish, covering it. This was a monumental study and she wanted nothing more than to learn the secrets of this strange new disease. Gathering her instruments and gages, she suddenly had a thought. This might be it, her chance to finally create the greatest plague this world had ever seen...her eyes flashed with such evil intent even the bravest of men would have trembled at the site. She threw back her head and laughed. The abominations in their cages howled at the sound, despretely trying to cover their ears... -------------------------- Message 309 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Aug 9 17:23:11 1996 CDT From: Chrono (#9884) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Anonymous tip Somebody told me that some whacked dude with a coin and some mage with a sword were gonna duel or something on the Ghostwheel tonight. There's supposed to be some magic sword or something involved... I hear that the sword gives you magical abilities or something like that... Just in case anybody wanted to know. -------------------------- Message 310 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Aug 10 10:36:50 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: happenings Greetings, Several things have been happening lately I'd like to address. First the mad bomber gang. The Federation will not be bullied or harrased, Red Fang has no intention of steping down. When found, the perpetrators will be strapped to a pole and blown up with their own bombs. Our crime labs are compiling composite drawings and wanted posters will be forth coming. Second, Petty crime. (OOC: people stop wasting your quota on makeing fake crystals and such!) These matters can and should be handled by a guard of a Marshall at best, it is not neccessary to contact Red Fang if you find a batch of counterfiet crystals. Fines for littering well be excessive. Third, The Federation is currently working on drawing up a constitution from which to work by, unless something better is forthcoming from the law summit this will be the law of the land. Red -------------------------- Message 311 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Aug 10 11:21:23 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A strange wind.. The wind picked up howling through the tree's and sending a shiver up Red's spine, he and the Swordmage were having a discussion and it became so unbearable that they steped into the Keep's main room, then the howling wind blew the door open with force. Red swore that he heard a voice in the wind, the sword is in Dixie. He and the Swordmage ran out the door, and made the long trek back to the R/T helipad and took the chopper to Dixie, a crowd was forming who apparently heard the same wind. Moonheart and Red did not no exactly what they were looking for and soon became seperated. Red saw the strange coin flipper, he said, "you shall not have it" and left down the path.. Red Fang was getting agravated, he'd gotten confused and seperated from Moonheart and was trying to remember the way when he was attacked by a giant gator. It was more of an agravation and he despensed the gator spilling its guts over the ground only to find a rapier laying in the goo. He took the sword and reckonized it right off, it was the Swordmage's weapon of long ago, the one called BloodSeeker. He wielded the sword testing its balance in his hand and the power felt good to him.. At that time the Swordmage appeared and Red kindly handed the weapon over to Moonheart knowing he valued it so. Then the crazy coin flipper returned, he raved about the sword being evil and having to be destroyed.. Red grew angry sensing this Ahnahkha just wanted the blade for his own. Insults flew and Red attacked, but the coin flipper was fast. He KO'd Red and when Red awoke the Swordmage and the coin flipper were still arguing.. Red was wounded badly and left embarrassed at the defeat.. he went to heal.. The next day, the coin flipper returned, this time determined to steal the sword that Moonheart rightfully owned, Red had enough, a great battle ensued and then a long drawn out discussion.. Everyone was aginst Moonheart for some reason. The swordmage threw the weapon at the coin flipper who took it and left.. Red wasn't going to let this happen and persued. It was a long chase and Red nearly lost his prey when they met in N'Orleans on a cold dark street. Sparks flew as the coin flipper parried most of Red's shots with the chainsaw, then by luck or perhaps a flip of a coin... Red's saw cut deeply into the mage. Red continued hacking and cutting and the mage went down.. He quickly grabed the blade and felt a new strength rise up in him.. Flipping the switch on the saw he wielded the sword and took the limp body of the mage and headed back to the group. When he got there the crowd was still gathered, he revived the coin flipper who started at Red again.. This was all Red could take, without a thought he lunged at the coin flipper's head and the sword cut deeply killing the mage quickly. Then everyone turned on Red, you can't have the sword they said. Red ran, he'd won the sword and was determined he would keep it. -------------------------- Message 312 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Aug 10 11:33:54 1996 CDT From: Cheetah (#12402) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Yet another Tech Order Advert The Tech Order is still hiring, and looking for scientists who specialize in the following fields: Biology, Chemistry, Metallugry, explosives, Underwater submersibles, Ground vehicles, Botany, Neurology, Virology, Radiology, Programming, Pilots (of all sorts), and ancient history/knowledge of pre-apocalyptic times. If you have some of these skills, or would just like more information about the tech order, please contact Cheetah. New memberships are not limited to the above fields, but they are the areas we need experts in the most, as we currently do not have such. --Cheetah, Tech Order founder. -------------------------- Message 313 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Aug 10 15:28:04 1996 CDT From: Kynwal (#1610) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Rumor Floating around on the rumor mill: The Dragonriders had a prisoner they handed over to the submariners for safekeeping a few days ago. The exact identity of the prisoner if known is not being revealed. Apparently said prisoner was just rescued from the Submariner jail by a Kraaken and some snake-like humanoids! No Submariner deaths are being reported. This all took place in the large town of Coral's Reach in the Undersea. -------------------------- Message 314 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Aug 10 19:51:28 1996 CDT From: Skywalker (#6644) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: imposters? May 9, approximately 2300 hours... Wandering onto the helipad, I found a most curious sight. Omar was there, along with a dragon and several others. Then he got to talking, giving out little hints for me. Finally he confessed. Omar was in control of the Subbie enemies known as the Aesir. He told me he was using them as pawns in his little game...Then Moonheartt arrived. Widely known as a Submariner ally, he also heard this little bit of information and, along with Yalon, his dragon, Smoke, and myself, we attacked Omar. But it seems Moonheartt had some thoughts of his own. Swinging with his battle-axe, he actually attacked us, wounding everyone save Slayer and Omar. He was quickly subdued by the dragon and executed shortly after. This leaves one to think, was that Moon? Could he actually get beaten up and killed within minutes? It only succeeds in creating a series of other questions. Then, to top it off, Omar escaped during the fray and the only one who knew where he went is a cyborg that wouldn't tell me because it needed a "level 0 security clearence". Sigh... OK, some OOC stuff...I know I spelled the name Moonheartt, because that's who it was, not Moonheart. But how am I supposed to know? Do ppl walk around with name tags on? --Skywalker... -------------------------- Message 315 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Aug 10 21:55:20 1996 CDT From: Aurion (#10706) To: *Storylines (#5236) OOC : if we do recall Embryon has the same name as persons with an extra touch, this is all OOC info though, so the -------------------------- Message 316 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Aug 10 21:55:50 1996 CDT From: Aurion (#10706) To: *Storylines (#5236) err so there's your explanation. -------------------------- Message 317 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Aug 11 10:11:49 1996 CDT From: Lykaj (#6068) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A day in the life Lykaj sat gloomily in his chair as he places more ointment on his wounds. He winced in pain and cursed softly. He began wrapping his arm up and thought to himself, "What a freakin mess this last week has been." First he thought of Bloodseeker. His old blade. Stolen more times than he could shake a stick at. "Damn coin flipper." Next to come to mind was Red Fang and Moonheart, he sighed at that thought and shelved it. Then there was Val..only one woman I know like her. But pushing me over the Heipad, hell..she may be dead.. He cursed aloud at the thought of women, a small twinge stabbed at where he thinks he might have a heart ended that thought. Well...at least those two are safe, but what to do of The Dreadlord? That thought got shelved till later as well. Finnished wrapping his arm and stood up slowly. He walked to the window and cursed the view. "Its not over..not yet." He clenched his fists and muttered a few of the more distinct curses he had leearned over the years. Lykaj walked back over to his chair and slumped back down. "Damn Riders..figures they would get involved." A small smile began to cross his lips. He chuckles to himself, "Calm down..your falling for your own game.." Lykaj removed a cigerate from his pouch and lit up. He inhaled deeply and grinned out the smoke. "What am I doing?" he thought to himself. "Life is grande..I am alive wich means another day. Another day for redemption." Lykaj put his feet up on the desk and chuckled himself to sleep. His cigeratte burning down to his hand. -------------------------- Message 318 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Aug 11 11:49:16 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: On hold Things are in a mess, until I get organized the Federation is on hold. If you are a member or think you are a member please @send rf and tell me! This goes for any positions I'm sorry for the confusion but I'm a one man show and things got out of hand. People join and then never report and I forget to write the name down.. Absolutely no pages or calls on the communicator will be accepted! Icly we'll have a meeting at a later day and work on some rules if you are going to be in the Federation. Right now it is turning into a large joke. Red Fang Confused! -------------------------- Message 319 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Aug 11 15:26:36 1996 CDT From: Yseult (#4778) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *DragonRiders (#5915) Subject: Confusion reignth. Yseult padded quietly back into her cavern, hoping not to wake Ilithya. The child slept peacefully, her soft breathing never changing. Yseult watched her for a moment, smoothing golden hair from her daughter's face. According to Tierz'yrrlan, her nightmares had not returned, thank the Chavva. The poor girl was not even two years old yet, but had suffered enough for a lifetime. The thought made her mind drift back to the previous day and the more she thought of it, the more it confused her. The Slayer unit had taken her and her child prisoner, holding a blade to Ilithya's throat to force Yseult to follow. It locked them both in a cage in the EIC lair and left them there. Zillah showed up briefly, the Chavva damed witch, but seemed uninterested in even taunting Yseult, instead simply forcing her to give up all weaponry. In fact, the whole experience was nothing more than a few unpleasent hours in that cage before she and Lith were released, apparantly unharmed. No demands had been made of Morlith. Several riders had tried to bargain with the witch to no avail. Whatever her reasons were for kidnapping Yseult and her child...they were a complete mystery. Everyone was trying to puzzle out why. Ynaoise thought perhaps Zillah had infected them somehow during a few brief moments when they were both unconcious. Neither had showed signs of any kind of infection, though, but she and Lith were to be watched closely for the next few days. Somehow, Yseult knew that was not what Zillah was after. **After your encounter with Ynaoise last night, I would say you're perfectly healthy, Yseult.** Tierz'yrrlan's voice shattered her thoughts and brought a blush to her cheeks at the same time. **You keep your thoughts to yourself, my black beauty.** she sent right back. His amused rumble thundered through the back of her mind. Of course, her thoughts took a different turn now and a smile spread across her face. **I'm in love Lan...I'm in love.** **I can tell, Yseult. I am happy for you, it's about time a man made you happy again.** Tierz'yrrlan was throughly pleased. **You might want to be more careful though, remember how surprised you were to discover you were carrying Ilithya.** Yseult blushed again, realizing she hadn't thought of that until her dragonfriend brought it up. Then she laughed aloud, finding Tierz'yrrlan's chiding too ironic for words. *You are right, I will bring it up with him later. Now, you stay out of my mind with such thoughts.** Ilithya stirred on the bed and Yseult silenced herself quickly. She watched the child for a moment, then felt her forehead, it was still cool. Yseult sighed, "Just a few days...when niether of us have caught anything...it will be over." Silence permeated the cavern and her thoughts continued to ramble on in confusion, still trying to puzzle out the previous day's events. -------------------------- Message 320 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Aug 11 16:30:54 1996 CDT From: Valentine (#10512) To: Andi (#3777), *Storylines (#5236), and *DragonRiders (#5915) Subject: Frightened... Valentine awoke, feeling groggy. Her throat still hurt from where Bloodseeker had sliced her larynx, and her ribs still hurt from where she had impaled herself on the damn sword, trying to get it away from Lykaj before he too could be driven mad by its dark magicks. It was then that she realized she had been sleeping in the center of her room, on the floor. `What the...' she muttered. She looked around. Her desk, with its valuable books had been overturned and smashed into rubble; her bed was turned on its end, pressed up against the wall. The whole place looked like it had been hit with a dragon blast. "She shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs. Then she looked down. The gasp caught in her scarred throat at what she saw. _how could this be?_ Valentine stood bare, in the center of a complex rune pattern drawn upon the floor...in blood. She reached up to her throat. She sobbed as her fingers came away sticky with blood. -------------------------- Message 321 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Aug 12 02:57:52 1996 CDT From: Strafe (#12217) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Bladesmaster, or Nurse Maid? Strafe flopped down on the bed next to a sleeping DarkAngel. He groaned, his head aching. He had met poor Saraphina when she was still under the tirany of the arrogent Sylvania. When the staunch noble was attacked in the rescue attempt for Darius, Strafe showed the little nymph pitty and kindness. Falling back on the bed, he recalled how the poor creature had taken him as her 'master'. Strafe didn't like the job, but couldn't just leave her in Sylvania's claws. He then looked over at Ang, rubbing his right cheek. She had heard rumors about the Nymph and Strafe, and had reacted before he could tell her the full story. He muttered, "I'm glad that's settled." His palm fell to his sword with a passing thought of Sylvania's numerous attempts to regain Sara as her 'pet'. But then, he chuckled..."Sara's calming down. And even showing some signs of free will." 'Yes' he thought, 'With the others help, she shall soon be competent...' DarkAngel stirred next to him, and he smiled. He blew out the light, and fell asleep next to her dozing form. -------------------------- Message 322 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Aug 12 03:08:11 1996 CDT From: Zillah (#5587) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Oh What a Wicked Web We Weave. Zillah rested in her lab again, studying the disease in the petri dish. So far...she had learned little and it was frustrating, but she was determined. The door to the lab opened and shut again, Zillah turned to see one of the Children of EIC standing there with a report from one of the Shadows. She took it from the boy and sent him on his way with a single glance that sent him scrambling over himself to get out the door. She smiled to herself for a moment before reading the report. "As you have commanded, so it has been done. The Shadow is now yours. The drug implanted and when conception occurs, the new Shadow's woman will be brought to you." The note read, there was no signature. Zillah smiled and glanced at the petri dish, soon she'd have other experiments to occupy her mind and perhaps take the edge off her frustrations. Always so much to do...so much. But, she did want to take over the world, right? -------------------------- Message 323 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Aug 12 18:00:14 1996 CDT From: Cheetah (#12402) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Broadcast Holovids flared to life all over the R/T building, and in private homes. Cheetah's face flickered, and suddenly gained solidity. Cheetah spoke, quickly as he could, obviously pressed for time I have taken Over the corporation's broadcasting frequencies.. They should regain them soon, so I have only moments.. I am here, to tell you of the doings of Red Fang, the so-called head of the federation. Earlier today, Red Fang attempted to take a small note from a person named Saraphina.. A nymph, and with very little will, and quite prone to fear.. She refused to give the note up.. Ygrisydryll, Darius Lee, and Moonheart, as well as myself all witnessed this action.. She then escaped, to flee to ghostwheel, and hide in the abandoned mansion.. There was a breif chase, and Red Fang blocked her into an upper room, while the rest of us could only wait.. We heard her screams from the other side of the door, "SARA GOOD NYMPH!", she wailed, among other things.. She pounded on the door, screaming... She was able to escape, as Was I, with her, to hide in the cellar.. Unfortunately, Ygrisydryll found us, and notified Red Fang of our location.. I felt a chainsaw rip through my flesh... and all went black.. When I awakened, Saraphina was there, screaming. "Good Nymph!" She wailed "Saraphina no give note!". I picked her up, and escaped with her, to the R/T Lounge.. Once there, Red fang and the rest began to arrive, and I was able to record the following on my recorder, before She escaped and they gave chase: Cheetah taps a small pin he his wearing, and it begins to play: and what did he do? "she is very afraid and confused..." "Red hit Saraphina with chainsaw" "Saraphina see black!" "oz, gimme a root beer" I remember being that way, when he attacked ME. I think Cheetah is abusing her Anything else? Red say Saraphina bad nymph and Red give Saraphina to Mistress! I never hurt her! "red grab saraphina and twist her arm " "Saraphina have no not Saraphina no note!" Its allright, Red will not hurt you, at least, I hope he will not. I never would, honestly. *Fiitz* The recording comes to a halt. Cheetah says, "Do you not see, people Of Austin? People of N'Orleans, The wheel? All of you! What Red Fang does to get his way? Lies and manipulation, and hurting innocents! And those who work with him, completely shure he could do nothing wrong..." Cheetah says, "I fear my time is running out.. I must find Saraphina, before he does.. Quinn knows what.. To her.. And the corps will soon have this frequency back. Rally with me, to stop this madman! Remember this broadcast, Reme-- The broadcast fizzed out, switching back to the corp's programming.. Rumors spread quickly, soon all would know of this broadcast... -------------------------- Message 324 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Aug 12 19:30:55 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Espada lounge NOTICE* The Espanda lounge is closed for busness, its barkeep dispatched and the execution of Restin ordered.. Motive, Revenge and volation of Federation law. Red Fang, Commanding -------------------------- Message 325 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Aug 12 19:56:01 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Federation stuff ooc you want rping? ok here it was.. A document was drawn up, the Constitution of the Wasteland for the Federation. Artical V was being enforced. Yggy while attempting to post so called closure notice in the Espanla lounge was detained, he called Tempest who came to help.. she was murdered on the spot. Restin will die for this. ooc end of rp. Red Fang -------------------------- Message 326 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Aug 12 20:04:42 1996 CDT From: Synge (#12541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: ESPADA LODGE REOPENED! I am going to that lodge, no matter how many rules WolfChild throws at me. Fuck his Constitution, the federation is screwy! He attacked Saraphina, and only over a note! (how wierd). *PG-13* -------------------------- Message 327 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Aug 12 20:10:49 1996 CDT From: Synge (#12541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Hey now red.... You can't take away our liquor! No matter how drunk we are! We like to drink. (OOC: this isn't RL pal) I will not stand for it! (or sit down either for that matter) my two bits, plus a BOATLOAD of liquor, Synge. -------------------------- Message 328 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Aug 12 20:14:24 1996 CDT From: Synge (#12541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: OOC mixup. ummm..... forget about that OOC comment. I screwed up when I was thinking. my apologies, synge. (read all the IC stuff though!) -------------------------- Message 329 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Aug 12 22:24:27 1996 CDT From: Lothos (#12560) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Saraphina. Notes left around: Saraphina is safe, I am taking care of her, and hopefully, I can keep her from trouble. As for the accusations of Red Fang against Cheetah. Well, let me say this, when I found Saraphina, she was babbling something about, Red Fang being strafe, and therefore, Red Fang is master. Does this sound like someone trying to help? And, for those of you who think these dragon riders are all a bunch of nice people, would you like to know who Saraphina says told her Red was master? Well, she says, Ygrisydryll. Yes, Now, lets go on. Several people helped rescue Saraphina, namely those that care most for her, Myself, Strafe, and some others. We feel Saraphina should be taught free will, and allowed to make her own choices. NOT to be someones servant. Also, there were others helping this Red hold saraphina, they are known as Moonheart, Darius Lee, and Tempest. I have learned there names from talking to others. Ask around, I'm sure you'll find alot of views on what happend, as I doubt ANYONE in this entire planet can speak the truth. Belive me if you wish, or do not. But I will do my best to keep saraphina safe, and help her become her own master. -------------------------- Message 330 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Aug 13 18:14:00 1996 CDT From: Valentine (#10512) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: ANNOUNCEMENT: Posted Notice in the R/T Times: As you all know, I am organizing the Law Summit for the preservation of civilization. I thank all the peoples of the land for your support and your patience. Our civilization is breaking down. All it takes is a look around to see that: Dragonriders, Submariners, Crystal Hunters, Recombs, Mages, everyone fights with everyone else--and our world sunders while the EIC sits back and laughs. Zillah and Krystul and the rest, they have to do nothing, _nothing_! to us. We are our own worst enemies. So, at long last, I put out the call: Peoples of the Land, representatives of the clans: The Law Summit WILL GO ON! In one week the Law Summit will convene! Choose your representatives and send their names to me, Valentine. Each clan can choose one representative, with up to two aides (I'll listen to arguments for three--but probably wont grant them--OOC-space _is_ a factor). Once your representatives have contacted me, I will send them the coordinates of the Law Summit opening ceremonies. If you care about what is happening, help to choose a representative. These aren't the people with the most skill in sword, the most crystals and power...these are your people of wisdom, who can help us forge laws to guide our actions and reaffirm the indelible spirit of all our kinds. OOC: There will be some rules for the actual Summit--so that we aren't all spammed to death, but still get something done. This Summit is an actual thing, and not just something Vale is hallucinating. I hope to make it a productive, as well as a fun and tp-filled adventure. If you are interested in participating in the Summit as a non-representative or want to try and sabatoge it or something, please contact me and we'll work on some plots. OOC: Thanks to everyone who has helped OOCly and ICly. in the name of civilization... ---valentine, esq... -------------------------- Message 331 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Aug 13 17:08:59 1996 CDT From: Sylvania (#14207) To: *RPG (#1193) Subject: on a different note... Sylvania paces her hotel room muttering as she holds a steak to her blacken eye. "Damn fools think they've won...... How dare they treat a lady in such an abusive manner!!!" Sylvania continues on with her mutterings as she throws clothes in a carpet bag. Sylvania finishes stuffing a royal blue dress in the carpet bag and then turns her head and yells for Saraphina. Saraphina! Fetch me the rest of my clothes!!" Sylvania stops in her packing, her eyes darkening in anger as she realizes Saraphina is no longer there. With a scream of rage Sylvania throws her bag against the wall, spilling it's contents on the floor. I swear on the noble house of my birth that I /will/ have Saraphina back....and that treacherous wolf too!" Sylvania quickly finishes her packing then disappears into the mists of New Orleans, her delicate laughter drifting behind her threateningly. -------------------------- Message 332 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 14 01:31:44 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Vigilanty group trys to abduct Red Fang Red's arrogance nearly got him killed tonight, he allowed Smoke to get too close with a knife and she nearly had him hostiage. She forced him into a helicopter and they flew over the wasteland arguing.. Red still thought he had the upper hand. This woman is nuts. Red managed in the confusion to evade and exit the chopper back on the the R/T building.. He called Smoke to laugh at her and learned she had his friend Moonheart. So with the help of Carrie he boarded the small helicopter and headed out to find them. After landing in the Transportation hub he found Smoke and learned that Moonheart had escaped. Another argument ensued, Smoke lunged quickly at Red and buried her dagger deep into Red's chest before he could react. Coughing up blood he staggered into a ship to find Allano. Allano piloted the craft and eventually landed it in the R/T garage. Allano told him "Go" and Red staggered out into the wasteland trying to find his way hom. Nearly to the Oasis, Red passed out only to be found by Moonheart and healed with the mages power. ooc: dang it was a fun night! Red Fang aka Robert -------------------------- Message 333 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 14 01:41:00 1996 CDT From: Carrie (#12014) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: So, What's In It For Me? Carrie climbed back into her tent and eased her weary bones over to the pallet. Sighing she pulled her boots off and emptied them of their contents, sand mostly. Brushing the sand back out into the Wasteland, where it belong, she reached into a pocket and pulled out a cigar. Sitting on the pallet again, she lit it up as she let her body relax. A chuckle rose in her throat, which quickly became laughter. "Geez, now, how many times did I switch sides tonight? At least three...at least." she grinned at the canvas walls. First standing by to see what would happened, she helped Red Fang, then helped Cheetah, then helped Red Fang again. What a night. She hoped another would pop up like it again. "Gotta love the residents 'round here. All of them are throughly insane. I'm glad I came outta the Wastes." she puffed on her cigar, lying back on the pallet. "Yup, real glad. Might be able to do some dealing with these people after all." Outside, a radstorm started to wail, blasting the tent with sand. Carrie didn't seem to notice, that grin still plastered on her face. -------------------------- Message 334 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 14 17:39:04 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Federation day OOC: This is to announce that the Federation is alive and well. Ok, the Federation is up and coming, it can not oocly or icly Make you do anything. It will by the arrogance and strength that it has try. Several nasty deals will take place and it is up to you all to play them out. Don't end something before it happens. Anyone in the Federation that PK's will be icly court martialed and oocly will be kicked out. So don't do it. On this day of May 21, the year 2636 the Federation declares itself on the people of the wasteland. A constitution has been writen up and will be enforced. (OOC: read #13134) this document will be displayed at the Federation headquarters. Ignorance of the law is no excuse. Federation law does not bind the nations of Morlith or the Submariener races. Alliances are in the works and a treaty signed with the Subs. In order to celerbrate this glorious occurance, May 24th will be deemed Federation day. Red Fang, Commanding. OOC: There ya go, have fun. To learn more about the federation read #13651, this note needs updated but it is still close.. The 500 bladed restriction is no longer valid after the resetting of stats so we'll judge by your rp alone. Hopefully we'll have a perminate home soon. -------------------------- Message 335 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 14 19:11:49 1996 CDT From: Kynwal (#1610) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Spectre's Birth *part I * Robin walked slowly into the Espada lodge, pausing at the door to look around. ~Full house ~ she thought as she straightend her traveler's cloak and made her way to the fireplace. Greetings followed her like a wave as people noticed her arrival. Ordering an ale from Sanchez the barkeep she sat down on a stool before the fireplace. "And what would you be wanting to hear tonight fellow travellers?" she asked. "A song!" bellowed someone. "No a story!" roared another even louder. "Tell me about Spectre," said a tiny voice. Barely heard because of the noise. Robin looked for the source of the voice and nooded. "A fine tale childe. A fine tale." The room became hushed for the tale to begin. "It all began about two years ago. The magus Kynwal was, as he usually was, exploring pocket dimensions for new species to study. When he came upon an unusual pocket dimension. Overcome by curiousity he entered his portal to explore the area. How it happened is not known for sure, Kynwal is not telling, but the magus ran into the entity called Spectre. The entity took over Kynwal's mind and body, trapping the psyche of the mage in a far corner of his own mind. Power hungry and wishing to vent a terrible rage, Spectre destroyed Kynwal's sanctum and almost killed his wolf companion. Spectre secreted himself in the then uninhabitated Sarkus chamber on Morlith. Where it could draw on the power there. It warped Kynwal's body into something resembling a wolf recomb, but much more savage then any recomb could ever look. And from its lair in the Sarkus and utilizing Kynwal's magick powers and talents it proceeded to terrorize the inhabitants of the plains. None could stand up to its fearsom physical abilities and combined with its magickal ones it seemed unstopable. In a play to wreak more havoc it created the chimaera and let it loose on the wheel. A group was gathered to stop this fell creature. Included in this group was Stalinger and Balth. Along with stalwart fighters they tricked Spectre into letting them know where it laired. Stalinger opened a portal to the Sarkus and the small group poured through. They were met by the Chimaera and Spectre's own combination of magick and physical death. While the fighters held off the chimaera Staliner and Balth engaged Spectre in a magickal duel. All seemed lost as Stalinger was weakened by the casting of the portal and Balth was not yet up to full strength. Then the group played their trump card. Acadia stepped from the magickal portal. They were betting on the fact that Kynwal's love for Acadia would make him fight the posession by Spectre. And they were right. Distracted by Kynwal fighting for control Spectre was struck down by Stalinger. By linking with the Sarkus and with Balth, Stalinger cast the spells to seperate Spectre from Kynwal. Once this was achieved a portal to Spectre's home plane was opened. And the spirit was thrown towards it. In a last moment action, Spectre managed to latch onto the portal opening, all the while Stalinger was struggling to keep it open. With no thought for his own safety, Balth tackled Spectre and they both went through the portal. Shortly thereafter the portal slammed shut. Weeks were spent trying to find the plane again but it was to no avail. Balth was found months later a visibly changed man but still sane. The environs of Ghostwheel tried to forget about anything named Spectre." -------------------------- Message 336 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 14 19:32:40 1996 CDT From: Kynwal (#1610) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Spectre's Homecomming *part II * Robin pauses to drink some of her ale before continuing her tale. "All was quiet on the plains..well as quiet as the plains ever can be for awhile. Then things started happening again. Unusal things. Odd things. The first unusual event was the disappearance of Omar the samurai who lived in the Jizo dojo. He was observed via vidcam to walk down a path one night and no one saw him since. Then the chimaera vanished as well. Some considered that a blessing in disguise. And old Glimmerdark's lair, the three headed-dragon abomination that lived in the wasteland, was found collapsed and impassable. Some also considered -that- a good omen. Things were quiet again for about a week then sightings of Glimmerdark roaming the wastes were reported. A huge impact crater was found by Red Fang along with his cohort Moonheart in the wastes. Leading away from the crater were the huge tracks of Glimmerdark. Mount Morlith was reinhabited again but yet a creature called a drakeling was found killed in the Sarkus. Its blood spread around the walls and floor. A messages was left that supposedly read, 'I am back'. Then the chim re-appeared about the same time that a very different Omar resurfaced. This Omar did not live on Jizo and was defintely colder and seemed to have a measure of extra powers. Then all hell started to break loose. Omar started making demands about his ruling of Ghostwheel and the wasteland. The submariners, who thought they were alone in the Undersea, suddenly found themselves besieged by a hostile race called the Aesir. Mysterious monks who would not defend themselves but muttered strange words on their death appeared all over. A mad hermit surfaced crying that the end of the world was coming and everyone was going to die. A supposed way to capture Spectre, since it could be none other, was discovered. And a race for a statutette with companion stone was started. Thankfully the stone and statuette were recovered and are rumored to be in the submariners hands presently. The monks vanished as soon as quickly as they had surfaced. And it grew unsettingly quiet again. Spectre seemed to have retreated again. Perhaps to plot for his conquest of the Ghostwheel." -------------------------- Message 337 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 14 19:41:18 1996 CDT From: Kynwal (#1610) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Possibilities *part III * Robin downs the rest of her ale. "With that, my tale of what is known to be linked with Spectre is at an end. But I will leave you with these questions to ponder as I make my leave. "Where is Glimmerdark now? And what part does he seem to play with Spectre?" "Who led that deamonic assualt on the riders of Morlith that lit up the sky some days ago? What are the rumors of the Black Knight who killed two dragonriders and wounded several others?" "Where did this scaled creature that spreads a plague that seems wholly magickal in nature arrive from? A disease that the diseased can not feel thier bodies as they rot?" Robin brushes off her trousers and works her way to the door. Collecting crystals from some of the patrons. "Think on what I have just said and remember Omar has been actively seen lately. Perhaps we are not as safe as we all think." She pushes her way out of the Espada lodge under the cover of nightfall. The chimaera's roar greets her as she vansishes into the dark. -------------------------- Message 338 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 14 19:54:59 1996 CDT From: Synge (#12541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The 'Constitution'. I believe that that....constitution is made only to give even MORE power to Red_Fang and his gang. I bet they drink wine, and do other things, while we sit on our tails, and get jailed and penalized for that damned constitution. I for one, will do as I so please. -=Synge=- -------------------------- Message 339 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 14 19:59:09 1996 CDT From: Darius_Lee (#10280) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: SYnge Pssst, Synge..... Your mixing IC and OOC again..... -------------------------- Message 340 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 14 20:00:10 1996 CDT From: Synge (#12541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: to Darius Lee psst, I'm not. -------------------------- Message 341 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 14 20:04:50 1996 CDT From: Synge (#12541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: just to clear this up.... I don't know if that post I made about the constitution was supposed to be on *tps, heck, place it anywhere you want it. It was supposed to be an IC post. -=Synge=- -------------------------- Message 342 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 14 21:00:51 1996 CDT From: Alluvia (#12737) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Long days in a world away... OOC- OH THANK GOD... I'M BACK FROM HELL ON WHEELS..:) Alluvia had sat in meditation for almost a month, denying herself of nearly everything.... Communication with her prior land of Antriol asked for everything within. "Please Triaol, tell me my way...", her mind in such thought the strain could kill... "You must go back to the peace you have learned my child. You have been clouded and tainted by another evil... " Triaol's words were soothing yet... she could feel the worry that he felt for her.. He was her mentor before she was sent to this world... "What should I do then, wise one?" "Go back to your peace you felt... Envision this world again... I wish you would return.... They do not understand you as you are... " He sent blurring images of the hate and violence that had terrorized the land in the short time of her coming... "No Triaol... I could not leave them... him.... I have fallen away from my purpose I know... but... I could not leave Yalon.... " her mind absorbed all he sent ... a slight shiver coming back with the sensation he had sent her... "Then you must try within yourself... Use the powers that you posess... Keep the world within peace Alluvia.... I have faith within you.... I know the pain you feel... I still feel it with you.. he knows of your power.... do not be afraid.." the old man's voice calmed her as she came out of her trance... mumbling only... "I will... I will.." "I must go back.... There has been great hate in the world... it's very presence falls about me... I must find the answer.. the peace." Her meditations made her strong.... they left her clear... No longer was she worried of her abilities..... or what lied ahead. -------------------------- Message 343 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 15 00:35:30 1996 CDT From: Ahnahkha (#4096) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: An interesting day. I grabbed the pack of cigarettes out of my pocket, tapped one out and lit it. I quickly stuffed the pack back into my jacket and headed north into the bar. Wouldn't you know it, as soon as I walk in, there's Red_Fang and his cronies attempting to take Deckard in under the new laws of the 'constitution'. It reminded me of the prohibition days of the early 1900's, when I was just a kid. It pissed me off. I cocked my shotgun (of which having was another offense) and soon a large verbal debate ensued. I left when it was pretty clear noone was actually going to do anything. So I wandered about for a bit, wondering why the gods haven't been prodding him to do things as much lately. When I returned, Saraphina, the little nymph girl, had wandered into Dixie. I followed Darius Lee in an attempt to find her. Find her we did, but then the recomb pounced onto the defenseless girl, claws tearing into her fragile little body. I became enraged, and shot the recomb in the arm, then knocked her senseless so that she would not wake up. I deposited the limp form in the R/T building, and then retrieved the child by talking her into following me. No sooner had I gotten back, but Ygrysydryll (sp?) started challenging Cheetah to a fight. Possession of the nymph was being heatedly bickered over...finally Red Fang came out and demanded the girl was going with him and his bunch. He swung the chainsaw at me..I was already pissed (he had ripped into my back earlier with it), so I shot at him. His head exploded into itty bitty bits of mottled flesh and bone. It felt good, damn good. Like my old tommygun was back in my hands... I hadn't meant to kill him, but it happened. Me an Cheetah headed out. The strangely-armored rider an a few others pursued, we finally lost them and headed to New Genesis. No sooner than we get outta the shuttle, guess who...Devon, one of the Federation-brainwashed sympathizers, is making it so we can't get out. I'd already killed someone today...didn't want to kill another. He refused to move, so I ko'd him, and Cheetah and I covered our tracks by using our knowledge of the city to get us to Toosay. We got to the facility door, to be met by Ygs. Soon Red's whole gang showed up, and the fighting commenced. Next thing I know, I get a blade upside the head and the world spins to black. Somehow, I awoke healed in the R/T Room, and Red, almost taunting me, asks me to flip and see what the gods think about the Federation. I flipped the coin...I knew what the outcome would be before it landed...Heads. Master Order was backing the Federation all the way, just as he was the TechOrder. Red seemed all to arrogant to accept this as promise that he'd be successful. I flipped the coin again, asking my masters what Red's fate and the Federation's fate would be. Tails. Chaos. Death. Sadly, I motioned to Cheetah and we met up with Khyber and chartered a transport back to HQ. I sit in my desk now, my feet propped up, resting BloodSeeker in my hands. So much has happened...I feel a different man...for the first time, I feel not like a slave to the gods, but the holder of my own fates. Perhaps things are looking up for once. Only the gods know... -------------------------- Message 344 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 15 10:18:37 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Federation funded! A mysterious donor contributed a large sum of crystals to the Federation cause. Red Fang intends on using this income to supply the Federation with weapons and such. Admendments to the Constitution are being concidered. Red Fang, Commanding -------------------------- Message 345 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 15 13:00:23 1996 CDT From: Cloak (#10500) To: *Storylines (#5236) In this time of great political upheaval, the common people like you and myself who are not part of this 'Federation' or 'Tech Order' and and all these other groups that are going to the upcoming Law Summit, tend to be left out of law making that will affect us ALL. We, as a people, must stand up to this tyranny that is forming and, if not fight back, atleast be part of this Law Summit so that we ALL, as citizens of Ghostwheel, can have a say in this new world order. I am looking for people, common people, to help me in this quest for equality and freedom. We will form a Resistance group (right now, it has no name) against the oppression we are facing. If we are not accepted to the Law Summit, we will make sure our input on these new laws are known. I am not looking for any specific types of people, just loyal ones. (OOC: don't get me wrong, some people with high bladed and/or blunt stats would be well appreciated) Contact Tiarch or myself if you are interested. Cloak, High Leader of the Resistance -------------------------- Message 346 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 15 13:04:58 1996 CDT From: Naxos (#9972) To: *Storylines (#5236) And yes Cloak the people of Ghostwheel, Jizo, even Toonsay will be represented, you must pick the delegate and who -------------------------- Message 347 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 15 13:05:40 1996 CDT From: Naxos (#9972) To: *Storylines (#5236) who advisors though, and please send mail to Valentine. -------------------------- Message 348 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 15 13:16:40 1996 CDT From: Cloak (#10500) To: *Storylines (#5236) Since alot of the stronger, more skilled people are already a part of some other group, the general, sort of Street power, may go towards stronger, more established groups like the Federation. The Resistance is to unify as many common people as possible to help balance that power. Cloak, High Leader of the Resistance -------------------------- Message 349 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 15 13:55:19 1996 CDT From: Tiarch (#12062) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: an example of the Tyranny, that is spoken of I was building a Temple on the Blossom-Covered Hill in Jizo. I was not supervising the site and went back to my tent for some sleep. When I awoke, I went back to the site and found that the crew had been scared away. The temple, for that matter, is suddenly not their. I recieved word from Razorhawk that my Temple crew had been scared off by armed guards. (OOC: i am not accusing Razorhawk of anything until i know more) I was not given a reason for this seizure, just informed that it had happened. This is part of the reason the Resistance needs to be formed. Many of us cannot defend ourselves well against stronger foes. The Resistance would give the weaker part of this society a way to fight back/defend ourselves against other hostile individuals in this world. This is why I am a member of The Resistance. I encourage others to join also. The Resistance is not just for defending the weak, it is to unify everybody that wants to help in our changing world but keeps getting shuffled around. Tiarch, Chief of Affairs -------------------------- Message 350 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 15 13:56:58 1996 CDT From: Naxos (#9972) To: *Storylines (#5236) Naxos would like to point out RH owns Jizo. -------------------------- Message 351 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 15 13:59:37 1996 CDT From: Tiarch (#12062) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Well... Its a pretty scary world when people tell you how to live your life based on where you live. -------------------------- Message 352 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 15 14:14:16 1996 CDT From: Alluvia (#12737) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: perhaps.. ooc - heh.. to avoid problems in the future talk to your neighborhood wizzen if you wanna occupy on a place they made... :) Then they don't get all mean and wizzen like *Grin* this has been your weeks worth of blah from the almighty blah queen. alluvi -------------------------- Message 353 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 15 14:15:40 1996 CDT From: Yjezra (#5288) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Re Post 352 OOC: Alluvia?? Ppppbbbbhhhhtttttttsssss!!!!! -------------------------- Message 354 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 15 14:17:55 1996 CDT From: Alluvia (#12737) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: silly yj. What pbbbbbbbbbhhhtt mean? *grin* silly wizzen. and all this was ooc so peh. -------------------------- Message 355 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 15 14:19:46 1996 CDT From: Yjezra (#5288) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: *GRINS* Ayup, Silly... -------------------------- Message 356 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 15 14:55:28 1996 CDT From: Darius_Lee (#10280) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: the calling A note attached to the bar in the R/t Lounge: I watched with tired amusment as Cheetah scurried from the oasis and high tailed it across the wastes. I followed distantly for awhile then sat back and just watch the Techie run. "Never knew humans could run that fast." I mused to myself amused. I had fullfilled my debt to Red Fang, my duty to him was over... and now I didn't know what to do with myself. The last restraints on my wild wolf nature were gone and I feared the consequences... "I must talk to Red, tell him what's going on.." I turned and ran home. To my frustration Red gave me a lecture on the ways of the wolf, who would know better than I? He mentioned sending me to a pack but the pack is in shambles. All during the night I could feel it rising, the hunger for the kill, the resistance to any law but that of the law of nature. I visited my Father's children, hoping that their sweet faces would calm me down, it didn't. I ran from the room fighting desperately against my thoughts. Something deep and basic in me was chanting softly, "Kill...kill.....weak children..... easy kill....." In terror of myself I gathered my things and ran into the wastes. I left a note at my uncle's door, giving a simple explanation, and I leave this note for all to know.... and forgive me... for what I can no longer control. I trust this note will find you cloak, at least, I hope it does. I find your accusations about the Tech Order quite disturbing. You compare us to the Federation, put us on par with tyrants? When did we claim to wish to rule others? When did we ask for anything more than to continue our research? When? We have not.. Nor do we intend to. The Order will attend the law summit, as we beleive laws there could be made that would affect everyone, including members of the order. I hope this puts more understanding between us. May the eagle shine on your path, --Cheetah, President of the Board, Tech Order Research Facilities. -------------------------- Message 362 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 15 20:18:03 1996 CDT From: Synge (#12541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: History of the Tech Order. [History/Origin of Tech Order] After the great Apocalypse, the wars of nations that left most of the world in ruins and Radioactive waste lands, It is said that most of humanity was destroyed. Most of those that did not die from the attacks died from the radiation sickness and the strange plagues that swept the land. Small groups of survivors would band together to search for a place to survive, or fled to already hidden Fallout Colonies, areas untouched by war. One of these groups, known only by their later name, the Zir'lii (The Survivors, in a now forgotten language), fled to an underground retreat, where a Thriving colony was established, un-affected by the outside world. The Zir'lii's home before the war had been a University/Research town, most of the people where scientists, researchers, or technicians, the rest where there pretty much to keep the scientific community afloat.. Merchants and University staff. After the desolation, over the generations, Knowlege slowly faded, and Those who retained understanding of Science and the `objects of power' where seen almost as gods, wielding seemingly amazing forces. Forming a school/cult known as the `Technology Order', they took the most intelligent of the children and trained them to be raised within it's ranks. Those who could wield magic, the mages, considered abominations, where often exiled, sent out of the colony to fend in the wastes for themselves. The Colony thrived for many generations, weapons became useless, thrown aside or disassembled for Farm machinery and other nessesities. The Tech Order argued they where no longer needed, why would they need weapons? How wrong they had been. One morning, most of the Colony was awakened by a thundering noise.. Rock shook and tumbled, children screamed and people went to the order, looking for answers. What was this horrible rumbling? What was happening? The order sent scouts to the surface, to find cyborgs and Mechs, machines of war left over from the Great War. They where not likely to be stoppable, but the leaders of the order had to try. Sending up the strongest of their numbers, lead by a `Cheetah' one of the order's most promising Students, they where to try to stop the machines, to end the threat. They failed, miserably. The Machines easily destroyed the humans, leaving only the leader, Cheetah, to run. The colonly was destroyed, leaving Cheetah as the only known survivor. He wandered for a long time, and eventually came upon the R/T buidling. After a time, seeing the need for a new tech order here, he went to work, gathering supplies, and hiring those who showed potential for the order. The Technology Order had started anew.... [Joining the TO] First off, if you are a Mage, can't let ya in :). We decided that the conflict with the mystical and the Technilogical was a bit too much.. A Mage would ICly find a microchip useless, and would not have the time to `fiddle with screwdrivers', as E would spend most of eir time practicing the magics. Those Tech-types would find the magics useless, as they are un-explainable, and the scientific mind would not readily accept magics. Dragon Riders are a big IF, It probably depends on the history of the individual. The TO is not an actual Player class, so you CAN be a Techie and a submariner, or a Techie and a crystal hunter, ect ect. If you wish to join the Tech Order, certain requirements need to be met. If you wish to be a Researcher, Scientist, Technician, ect. You need to have appliccable .sheet skills. Computer Programmers, specialists in Weapons design, or Aircraft/Vehicle desing, whatever. These positions are open to pretty much anyone. For Security officers, we require a high bladed/blunt/unarmed (One or more) And a high dodge. Your job would be to protect what is kept within from spies and/or theifs, and to protect the lives of the scientists. [GOOD RP'ERS WANTED!] We ask that those that indend to join have a good grasp of role playing, and are willing to play the game by the rules, so to speak. If you want to join for `free weapons' or Presteige or something of the sort, we don't want ya ;) .. The TO will NOT do well with mad pkers (Player killers) or those trying to make a quick crystal as members. (Sorry this was a bit long, wanted to make it complete :) ) -------------------------- Message 363 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 15 20:21:01 1996 CDT From: Cheetah (#12402) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Previous post Was the contents of the TO Info/History note.. Was eating away at my quota.. Thanks again Synge. Heh, still trying to get paste on this proggie working. -------------------------- Message 364 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Aug 16 01:06:02 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A strange bonding Darius Lee was sick, she'd been poisoned by Sylvania is all Red knew.. The mage Moonheart had something up his sleeve though. Red walked in to find Cheetah scooping up Darius Lee, his thoughts went to killing the Techie, he was at it again. Then Moonheart stopped him, Red look from Cheetah to Moonheart shocked, "whats this?" They took her to the infermary and layed her on the bay there, Red walked in on a debate about needing a wolf and never one around when it was needed. Then he turned to Red and asked, how much of your soul is wolf? Red look at his old friend, "I use to consider my soul to be all wolf, but I do not know anymore." Moonheart looked from Darius Lee to Red, "we will have to try, Red sit on the bay." Red sat and looked, "what are you going to do?" Red saw his friend like he'd never seen him, the mage was mysterious looking and a chill ran up Red's spine.. The next thing he remembered was Moonheart drawing something on his forehead with the blood of Darius Lee, then the memorys came.. Running wild and free.. The fear of a cold night huddled in a damp den with the smell of wolf in his nose. He saw Motagawa stareing him at him with her eyes so full of life, she spoke in her way. "Wolfwalker you were called, you were honorable and had pride. You have fallen my child." Red's heart raced as he stared back at the only family he could remember.. Then pain struck him.. There were men, and he saw two figures he knew were his real parents being struck down in a field freshly plowed.. Blood flowed from their heads werer a blade had split them, the boy ran on and on.. Motagawa spoke again, this time understandingly, "you are a human my son, you are just like them.. But you can make a choice and help or hurt. Our way is not that of greed, the wolf way is of family and caring. Use that to help others, don't let the hate you have in you destroy the power you have been given." Motagawa turned in her fashion and walked away in the myst of the dream... Red woke in the infermary, he looked down at his friend Darius and his heart cryed with the pain she had felt.. He saw his other friends there, and the one called Cheetah.. Fear over came him and he ran.. Back to his home to ponder this vision. -------------------------- Message 365 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Aug 16 02:50:44 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: My last post Would like to make the following corrections, Red's wolf mother was Motagwa, and his father was Fin'dawa Robert -------------------------- Message 366 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Aug 17 03:23:09 1996 CDT From: Zillah (#5587) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: And the Plot Sickens. Zillah looked up from her lab table, turning off the saw as she thought she heard a knock at the door. The subject on the table whimpered and sighed in relief as the pain was finally allowed to subside. Removing her goggles, she deposited them and the saw onto another table before striding to open the door as a knock echoed again. Darkhawk, one of the Chosen stood there, grinning manically. Over his shoulders was a huge wolf recomb with lovely fur. Zillah looked at him questioningly. He laid the story out to her and the sides of her mouth curved slightly, "Very good, Chosen. You have done well." The recomb was placed in the prisoner cage and Zillah soon recieved a call from a Federation member inquiring about this Darius Lee's health. Zillah almost smiled again as the demands were made. Darkhawk watched her, grinning, "Will they make good on the demands?" Zillah shrugged, "If not, this will not bode well for this...Federation." She turned and watch the recomb howling in her cage and smiled for about two seconds. The sound of painful howling was music to her ears. That reminded her suddenly of the subject in her labs. She bid Darkhawk farewell and praised him again before striding back into the lab. -------------------------- Message 367 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Aug 17 03:46:33 1996 CDT From: Darius_Lee (#10280) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Rottin' in a cage Darius Lee growls and leans against the bars of her cage, "You know, this just isn't my day!" Darius Lee winces and trys to ignore the howling sounds of pain that surround her. "First that damn feline reject from Darikon's ass trys to invade my territory sprouting a pack of lies about being put their by Red then this Darkchicken comes and knocks me out and kidnaps me over 400 measly crystals. Bah, I need a chew toy!" Darius Lee grumbles and falls into a sleep dreaming of her favorite chew toy.. Cheetah, on a platter. Miracously Darius Lee falls asleep with a smile on her mouth as the wailing sounds of agony reach a crescendo around her. -------------------------- Message 368 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Aug 17 21:01:17 1996 CDT From: Saraphina (#14211) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The adventures of Saraphina... Saraphina giggled and popped her head out of the door of the empty office she was staying at in TO headquarters. She looked around bright eyed, ready to explore not realizing that she had been doing this everyday for the last week or so, the wonders of the pseudo-nymph mind. After reassuring herself that there were no nasty creatures with big fangs in the hall to eat her Saraphina skipped down the hallways of the TO facility. She stopped at a door with bright red letters saying 'Limited access only!' So of course Saraphina went in. To Saraphina's wonderment she discovered a room full of gizmo's and random parts laying around on the table. She pulled herself up on the table in the middle of the gadgets and grabbed the closest one to her it was a rectangle with a tube attached to it. She examined it curiosly, peering down the tube to see what lay with in. Saraphna frowned in disappointment when all she saw was inky blackness. Suddenly a bright beam of light shot from the barrel of the tube and zipped by Saraphina's ear. Saraphina screamed in startlement and toppled off the table onto the floor landing on her shoulder hard. "OW!!" She quickly got to her feet and scurried out of the room. Saraphina ran out into the hallway and quikcly darted into another room, Synge's office. Saraphina explored the room curiously and giggled indelight when she spied a huge of large blue sheets of paper. Saraphina gazed with curiousity on the meaningless lines on the paper, they seem to outline some objects. She looked around for a pen but only found a large permenant marker. Saraphina giggling slowly wrote her name with great concentration across one sheet of paper, "S_A_R_AP_H_I_N_A W_AZ H_E_r. Saraphina nodded satisfied and set the paper aside, now Saraphina would know that she had been here. The nymph amused herself for several hours playing with the large blue papers. She would fold and rip the papers into shapes making hats and animals. She would play with these figures till the tattered in her hands. Some pieces of paper Saraphina just drew on, lots and lots and lots of pretty animals. In the middle of her masterpiece drawing of a twenty toed dragon Saraphina became enormously tired. Yawning she walked back to her office and fell into the sleep of the innocent, the large permenant marker clutched tightly in her hands. -------------------------- Message 369 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Aug 17 22:39:06 1996 CDT From: Synge (#12541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: To Red_Fang. (this is an IC post) dear WolfChild, if you as much as even THINK about touching my bird again, I shall find you, and KILL YOU! You dare think about KOing my pet, you rotten son of a bitch, you will PAY. (Synge) -------------------------- Message 370 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Aug 18 12:01:27 1996 CDT From: Alluvia (#12737) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: More? ooc- I'll say it here since everyone paged on Rpg... twas a great Tp... got a bit confusing... but was pretty cool. Alluvia, returning from the battle, a bit upset, but mostly tired, fell into her husband's arms to rest. Her body tried for the unconcious state... mumbling a few words of coherency to the questioning Yalon. Thoughts flying through her mind like meteors across a neverending galaxy. The end.... it had seemed so wrong. The Magus Kynwall, his actions... his behaviors seemed so terribly wrong.. And Morrigan... the hate he felt so deeply.. She had never seen him quite so angered. Hatred seemed to fall around all present while in that room... Even in her own soul.. Killing and stealing of Friends... Yes.. there was something truly wrong. Alluvia tossed, The Spectre's howling laugh playing into her ears.. It seemed to scream forever... Eternity.. Then many evils.... climbing up from the burning fire.. howling and laughing and killing.. And there was nothing left to be done.. Alluvia screamed loudly.... waking Yalon and Saraaka alike.. Her face was pale, and beads of sweat had fallen... She took a breath, but was not satisfied that it was only a nightmare. -------------------------- Message 371 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Aug 18 12:24:53 1996 CDT From: Frap (#6337) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Worthless Frap woke from a restless night, it had been a hard previous day on the old mage. He felt that he contributed little and even failed at protecting his friend The Morrigan. Kynwal had the stone, but everyone was in a uproar over it. It should be studied, but he almost felt that the power of Spectre was still influncing his friends. There was alot of mistrust. He'd seen his powerful friends battle valantly with their magic and strength while he stood confused and lost. He's words seemed not to matter and he felt small in the presents of Specter and even Moonheart and The Morrigan. Even the great Kynwal didn't take much notice in the old mage. Every student Frap ever had had left him.. Only the loneliness that filled his dreams from his encounter with the strange world of choas was there. He felt worthless and that was that.. So he'd found a way out into the wasteland and walked away.. Only taking with him what he had on him. He walked and walked.. . o O ( must be near Old Mexico by now I reckon ) Frap -------------------------- Message 372 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Aug 18 12:50:37 1996 CDT From: Kynwal (#1610) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: *Un IC info* My actions After channeling the necessary energy to contain Spectre into the onyx stone Kynwal collapses onto the floor in the summoning chamber of DarkReach tower. Hours later he wakes not realizing what has happened. ~At least Spectre is contained again~ he thought, wiping sweat from his brow. Rising from his spot on the floor he heads for his home. Exhausted yet elated the Spectre was contained for good. -------------------------- Message 373 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Aug 18 15:53:28 1996 CDT From: Morrigan (#10469) To: *Storylines (#5236) The Morrigan awoke, frustrated, and full of anxiety. "Yesterday was rotten...simply rotten. We were so close...I _held_ the stone that can sway the balance of this world in my _hands_...in my hands. Moonheart, Alluvia, Baltisaar..and Frap...we worked so well together, so hard to stay alive...Baltisaar died to the Glimmerdark beast...my compassion floods me for him. After our falling out...and his subsequent death...the poor Seeker really does need help. Alluvia...the Shining One...she worked so hard to survive..did so well for us...a wonderful student she is...and I don't even pay enough attention to her. Then Frap, and Moonheart. My friends as well...Moonheart was magnificient...StormChild in his hands was something just short of divinity. A marvellous fighter-mage. I am so sorry Moonheart old friend...I know I had the stone...I know I did...I am so sorry...And Frap...dear Frap...ever since we journeyed to Chaos and you suffered your stroke...I have worried for you...enjoyed your company. We _are_ friends, even if it did start by you using the Earthen spell against me. *chuckle-sigh*. I like you Frap...alot. Maybe..." The Morrigan stands, and dresses slowly, putting on his bracers and armor and robe and cowl slowly, while wincing at his sore joints and aches. "I never used to hurt this much...maybe my age _finally_ is catching up to me...Morrigu help me if it is...my work here...I am so very needed...I cannot fail now.." With that puzzling and disconsolate thought, The Morrigan turns and walks out into the Landing of his Tower, watching the runes around the combat circle glow softly, thinking to himself, "And Kynwall...I've sworn to kill him...he use foulest Magery to steal it from me...a apprentices cantrip, and one unworthy of any vestige of honor. But, he's really not the important problem...that stone is..I HAVE to get that stone back. I suppose I need to get in touch with the Riders and Submariners...maybe the Techies. If I do find this Kynwall, and he has the stone, I _will_ kill him...this much I have already swore. But if there is deception afoot, then...well then, we shall see, wont' we?" With a soft sigh, The Morrigan calls out a familiar name, and The Daughter of Storms booms into the room, coalescing into a blade before him, as a large black Skald-crow flies down the stairwell to alight upon his shoulder. He takes the blade, smiling at the crow softly, and sheaths StormChild at his hip. Looking about, The Morrigan nods once, thinking to himself, "Well..into the world I go...as I've done so many hundreds of years before..." -------------------------- Message 374 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Aug 18 19:26:03 1996 CDT From: Smoke (#11265) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: advents Smoke sits on the white sands of Toostie, pulling a bottle of whiskey from her bag, taking her first drink of the day, she thinks about the past week...... First Red and Moonheart escape when I had them so close, damn that wolf of Moons......then Darkhawk beats me senseless, for reasons unknown, only to let me go 5 hours later under the conditions if I stay hidden in Hoplias's tent. Smoke laughs softly to herself, "Like I would really follow orders from him". Then the big Specter adventure.......the stranger Kynwall taking the stone......damn Mages, seems to me with all their power the would at least have some common since...... Smoke takes another swig from her bottle, she draws three little stick men in the sand with ropes around their necks, before lying down in the warm sand to take a nap. -------------------------- Message 375 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Aug 18 20:17:03 1996 CDT From: Frap (#6337) To: *mages (#11664) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A new discovery Frap's feet were hot and his boots wearing thin, he must of walk over a 100 miles in the blazing sun and his loneliness only grew more intence. He started back and after several stops he maded it back to find Moonheart and Demura waiting for him. They journied back to the ghostwheel plain and to the lodge there. After talking over a bit Demura had to go and Moonheart and Frap started talking about the strange place known as chaos. Moonheart's recently discovered water tower and the stories on the tapistrys told of more towers.. So braving the portal's again the two set off to explore the strange void known as chaos. They prepared themselves mentally for the journey then stepped threw into the strange plain.. It may of been the long walk and the sorness in Frap's feet but he didn't feel the intensce emotion pounding on him so badly, They search for who knows how long.. Frap felt tired when he felt what he thought was a breeze gently coming from somewhere.. He traced it and then he saw the swirling black portal, a cool breeze defenatly originated from it. It shifted several times and they nearly lost it for good in the world of chaos, then Frap was able to focus in on it more clearly and with Moonheart close at hand they both steped through into a strange room.. Touch light flickered about from a unknown breeze.. They explored this place and much like its sister towers earth and water this tower had a simular layout.. But stepping out onto the landing they discovered they were miles above the land with soft clouds drifting close at hand.. A tower in the clouds.. This was the fabled Air Tower. Frap felt compeled by this place and it seemed to call to him.. He pitched his magical room in the main chamber and decided he'd explore farther.. ooc: hope this is how I was suppose to post this.. Frap -------------------------- Message 376 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Aug 18 20:42:00 1996 CDT From: Darius_Lee (#10280) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Wandering Darius Lee bonded up into the ship, "Computer, set course to New Genesis", "computer, engage." Darius Lee eyes glowed in excitement, she was finally going to explore that city! She waited on anxious paws for the ship to land. She leaped out of the ship and immediately went about exploring this city of steele, nose sniffing wildly and tail wagging ot beat the band. In order to make her trek easist to back track she went straight south. THrough the city through the park and into underground tunnels. To her startlement after climbing an insnae amount of stairs she found herself in the wastes. Darius Lee sniffed the air oncdecided she didn't like it and backtracked. But to her horror the door behind her was locked, she couldn't get back in!!!! Darius thought reassuringly to herself, "I'm a wolf I can do anything." Darius set her shoulders, (least she tried to very hard for a wolf to do) and marched out in the desert tail high nose in the wind. She travelled south for hours it seemed. Darius snuffled through her pack looking for her gps as she walked, she suddenly realized she had left it at home. Darius looked around in horror, she was lost in the wastes alone and terrified. Darius continued walking hoping vainly taht she would come to some sign she reconized, her tail drooping and her head hanging low from thirst... -------------------------- Message 377 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Aug 18 22:56:02 1996 CDT From: Braden (#11973) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Betrayal! Braden woke with a spliting headache.. He gathered his thoughts and then it occured to him where he was.. Some stinking cell that smelled of manure! Darkhawk betrayed me! he took my medkit, my sword and ran off... So is this how this EIC works? He fumbled through his things and found his pipe and a bit of leaf, striking a match to the side of the stall he sat and planned his revenge. Braden -------------------------- Message 378 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Aug 18 23:48:24 1996 CDT From: Cloak (#10500) To: Cheetah (#12402) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Apologies I would like to apologize to the Tech Order for some statements I made which I have found were misinterpreted. I was using examples of societal powers that are becoming well established and used the Tech Order and the Federation as examples. I did not mean to compare the two or make any accusations that they are in anyway alike. This apology is on behalf of The Resistance. (OOC: The Resistance!? *smirk* Yay! All two of us! :> ) Cloak -- High Leader of The Resistance -------------------------- Message 379 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Aug 19 13:12:15 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Darkhawk's curse Everyone knows of the evil deeds of the one called Darkhawk! As of late his boldness grew to such he took to attacking people in the open and taking random captives, perhaps for his own use or that of his master Zillah. On the eve of yesterday, he abducted the wolf girl Darius Lee. She was held in the EIC hideout and abused terribly.. A party lead by Moonheart and Red Fang search and found the wolf girl, and in the rescue Darkhawk proved his evilness 10 fold.. Killing Red Fang he escaped his own capture.. Then yesterday evening, while Red and Darius where out on a routine patrol the villan appeared once more, before Red could raise his weapon he was struck down with a mighty force and the wolf girl was pounded severly in the head.. The two were left in the wasteland to die. Darkhawk had to be stopped! Red struggled to his feet, and healing the wolf girl best he could he found hisway back to his home. There the Magus Allano arrived, Darius Lee was severly crippled and he used his powers to heal her. Then the wheel was set in motion, calls went out to all and a search party was formed.. Darkhawk was hunted with the greatest of skill.. He was seen several times only to evade the party and escape into the unknown of the wasteland. Finally, with the great magic of Allano, he was cornered on the Oasis where he had returned for who knows what fowl purpose. He was very elusive and we held him at bay for what seemed hours. Finally using great skill in magic or diplomicy, Allano talking Darkhawk into giving up.. He was surrounded... Then the Magisters The Morrigan and Moonheart preformed some sort of spell, casting to the elements and circling Darkhawk he was made to swear never to harm or come near the Federation or Red Fang under penilty of the elements them self rising up against him. Darkhawk beaten and cursed was thrown out by the magic of Allano and the victory celebrated.. It was a glorious day for the Federation and its Allies! Red OOC: I hope I posted this right, anyone involed feel free to add to it or correct me. -------------------------- Message 380 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Aug 20 04:24:53 1996 CDT From: Ryft (#13665) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: look what I found!!! It was a warm night, and only the second time Ryft had truely scouted out the Wastelands... It had been quiet and it seemed like a good idea, just him by himself out in the night, when he wander to a brightly painted white stone sitting as a marker for something in the middle of nowwhere. Pondering on the marker for a minute he decided to scout off from this, smiling as he finally hit the oasis. "Ahhh... so this is where you are..." he mumbled to himself. Looking around he noticed some surrounding buildings and decided to snoop a bit, finally ending up in the barn where he notice an evidence box and a bright yellow one. After poking about he discovered that while the Evidence box was securily lock, the yellow one had been carelessly left unlocked. A small grin came to his face as he opened it to discover a wad of dynamite sitting inside, remains from one of Deathlurks bombing attempts. With a smirk he quickly wrote a note, dropping it into the box and removing the dynamite. "Hmmm... no idea what to do with it... but best to keep it... don't want just anyone getting their hands on this stuff... especially when it was left in such an obvious spot...", he mumbled as he left. Grinning he added, "hope Red Fang hasa sense of humor, nah... better just not tell him..." (OOC: RED remember your character doesn't know it was me (and don't tell me you had security cameras... I looked.. you didn't) probably won't use it anyway, but this is a reference if I ever decide to use it) :) Ryft (just having fun) :) -------------------------- Message 381 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Aug 20 04:37:45 1996 CDT From: Ryft (#13665) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: oh yeah oh yeah... if you want to read the note: read #14425 (thats the object its on) Ryft :) -------------------------- Message 382 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Aug 20 09:16:35 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Ryft Humm, Ryft considering a certain magus cast a protection spell on the Oasis exit I'd be curious how you icly left the scene.. But I'm very proud of you, you can come back and collect the rest of Deathlurks junk he left laying about.. I was going to @eject it all soon anyhow seeing most of it is misleading messages. Red. -------------------------- Message 383 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Aug 20 16:40:43 1996 CDT From: Cristal (#7366) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Losing Direction... Cristal sat up in bed for hours, slightly drunk and fighting the oncoming of a hangover. She cursed her life silently, finally breaking down in tears. A half-full bottle of vodka in one hand, and a smoke in the other, she searched for escape from her unhappiness. Restin's rejection of her love had affected her greatly, though she tried her best not to let it show. Staring down at the naked finger on which her beautiful engagment ring had once reposed, her eyes fixated on the creamy perfection of her wrist's flesh. Should she? Was there anything to live for anymore? The tears continued to run down and stain her cheeks. Another swig from the bottle dulled the pain. She looked down at the book at her beside. A book which she had secretly borrowed from The Morrigan's library. Her eyes took on a newfound brightness. T'was only her Mage studies that gave her any sense of passion or direction anymore...And it certainly wasn't enough. She picked it up and flipped to the page where she had last left off, devouring the material quickly. Little did she know that all she was to learn would change her. Engrossed with the workings of Tantric Magic, a powerful need planted its seed in her soul. Not the need for love, which had fuelled her, her whole life...but a darker more intense want. As the sun came up, Cristal put the book down alongside an empty bottle and an ashtray full of cigarette butts. She closed her eyes and thanked Morrigan silently for letting her stay as a guest in his home. After Restin had kicked her out of his lodge, she didn't know where she would go or what she would do. She continued her prayer of sorts, including those such as Red Fang and Tempest for taking her in as well...and most of all, Moonheart, her best friend and teacher for his undying care and support. She fell asleep soon enough, a promise on her lips. She would find direction, true meaning to her life. She would conquer this feeling of stagnation which plagued her now. She would overcome. OOC: Sorry 'bout the spam *chuckle* -------------------------- Message 384 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Aug 20 19:18:01 1996 CDT From: Ryft (#13665) To: Red_Fang (#5907) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Actually I found a hole just a short note... I actually got out through a house that let me out... Balth called me in and I showed him how... so it was ok :) Ryft :) -------------------------- Message 385 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 21 03:18:48 1996 CDT From: Cordelia (#9687) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Way You Whisper... Cordelia woke from her short nap and check on the twins. Rand and Renna both slept peacefully. Niether having woken up yet. She smiled at her children warmly, both were healthy and growing strong, despite their smallness at birth. Rand would be a fine, strong, swordsman, like his father, while Renna was smaller, but she would certainly carry on the Magic in her father's blood. Strange things, like floating bottles, always happened around Renna. A chill wind drifted up the stairs, into the Tower room. Something was wrong, very wrong, but Cordelia couldn't put her finger on what that was exactly. She decended the stairs, looking around for her husband, Moonheart, but he was nowhere to be found. The Oasis was empty, not even Federation guards milled around as they always did. That was disturbingly unusual. A chill ran down her spine as she turned into the barn and saw him. "What are you doing?" she asked and barely had time to realize she was speaking for the first time in years before a hand seized her throat and the world faded to black. -------------------------- Message 386 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 21 04:48:56 1996 CDT From: Embryon (#11447) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A fruitful day or three Embryon sits down in his meditating circle, and begins to review the last week in his mind: After a few moments, a smile crosses his face, the 'M' tattooed over his eye moving with his cheekbones. His servant Damien enters, "You have orders for me, lord?" "No, Damien. Let the broth thicken. We have done very well this week. Fetch me the stone." Damien leaves. Embryon muses on how that fool Magister Morrigan so easily fumbled the entrapped Spectre into his hands. "Had that actually been Kynwal, " he thought to himself, " Morrigan would have been smited down for challenging his authority." Damien returns with the onyx stone. Embryon speaks, "My preparations are done." He stands within the meditative circle, picks up a stick, and draws a pentagram on the ground. Damien places candles in key areas, as his master begins chanting arcanely. He places the rock in the center of the pentagram. Embryon's chanting becomes louder, and a shimmering portal opens out of nowhere. Embryon stops chanting, and reaches towards the portal. The free form of Spectre wavers through the portal, and Embryon draws him in... Damien was knocked unconscious by something he knew not what, but when he awoke, there was his master looking more powerful than he had thought possible. "I have done it!" Embryon cackled madly. "His strength, his knowledge...his POWER! All mine!" The portal had gone, and the onyx stone sat still in the center of the pentegram. Embryon picks it up and hands it to Damien. "We have plans for that." "Now, to test my newfound abilities," Embryon stated with an unhealthy gleam in his eye. Two days later, whilst Federation Lord Red Fang and Submariner Triton Karcass haggled over purchasing equipment, disguised as another, Embryon slips into the barn to avoid Cordelia's glance. He weaves a small wind to chill her, draw her out into the oasis. She came easily enough. "Come to me, lamb." She walked into the barn and saw him change from his disguise into his true form. "What are you doing?" she asked. He lunged at her, grabbing her throat and using his other hand to start casting. "So you *can* speak? Interesting," he pondered out loud as his spell sent her into a deep sleep. He quickly opened a portal to the center of her being...the housing of her soul. He reached in and seized it, using his newfound powers to absorb it until there was nothing more. The portal closed with a sickening >POP<, and Embryon smiled and redid his disguise. He quickly exited the barn, rejoining Triton Karcass, smiling under his hoods the entire time. "They are all lambs to me now," he thought as Triton Karcass rambled aimlessly."He smiled as he had in his chambers two days ago. He remembered his tatoo...and the other like him. "Where is that meddler Balth? My sources have not seen him for too long...but it matters not. I have a trump card for him..." The others arrived quickly, and everyone rushed into the barn. -------------------------- Message 387 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 21 05:34:50 1996 CDT From: Yalon (#8143) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A really bad day. I had been spending time with my wife Alluvia, when Saraaka got my attention. Her anger startled me at first, then slowly I got bits and pieces. The eggs where inloved, and the firebird Fisuer. I quickly got up, told my wife, and we both headed to the ledge. I mounted Saraaka, and with my wife behind me, we flew off. I called Ynaoise on my communicator, Saraaka had told me he was first to give chase. I learned Fisuer was at the R/T building, so thats where I headed. We arrived, and headed down quickly, entering the lounge. Fisuer was there, and soon others showed up, all ready to punicsh him. He seemed to want it, an end to what he called a lonely life, in a world of hate and violence. Sadly, I realized that I was a real part of that world, because I too wanted Fisuer punished before I had heard his story. I left after the talks went on, and I saw the girl Saraphina. She was always in some sort of trouble, and this time was no exception, she was following Darkhawk, as if anything but carrion followed him. I made chase, hoping to get the girl away, STrafe would know what to do with her, he has had the most contact, well, a few others lately I had heard. I called a friend on the comm, and he told me they were in Austin, so thats where I headed. When I landed I found Reah with Saraphina, and Darkhawk and Smoke heading off. I asked the girl if she wanted a ride, but she called Reah Mistress, and belived she had to stay. Reah did nothing to dispute that claim, which angered me, no one should call another Master. I spoke with Reah, and my temper only grew, finally, I flew away in disgust. Then, just as I arrived back at the R/T building, Reah Called me. She claimed she woudl hold the child hostage until Red Fang came to talk. Now that pissed me off, it wasnt as if I hadnt had a bad enough day with Fisuer, that Reah has to go and hold a girl hostage. I quickly went down to the Lounge, they were pronucing Fisuers Judgment. I told the assembled about Reah and her demands, I thought Darkhawk might be involed so I threw him in as well. A few riders offered to help, as well as others, and they quickly headed to asutin. My wife was in tears over Fisuer, she felt deeply moved by his lonelyness, perhaps somewhat akin to her own, seperated from her homeworld. We talked a bit on the ledge, and it only made me feel worse, First fisuer, then Reah, now my Wife, the day was not going well at all. I told her I had to go help the child, and I flew off. When I arrived, Reah was holding Saraphina, with everyone surrounding her. They tried to talk Sara into leaving Reah, but REah wouldnt let go. This endless babble continued until I finally gave up, I drew my blade, and struck at Reah. I am ashamed for this, because of the child, she screamed in horrer and fled with REah into the gym. I growled a bit, upset, then after everyone had told me how they felt about my attacking Reah, I stalked off. I came back to Saraaka, mounted her and told her to take me home.....she sat down. What was with this day, Fisuer, Reah, My Wife, reah Again, and NOW saraaaka. She called me a hatchling and said I should walk like one. Well, I'd had enough of this, so I dismounted, and called in a transport, I headed off. I headed to the ghostwheel, maybe some exercise woudl clear my head. I spent the entire eve hunting, then into the night. Then I noticed the creature, some amorphous bloblike thing, I had heard it was dangerous, but it appeared wounded. I held my magic blade ready, and attacked. I was horrified as the creature actually sucked up my sword, tearing it from my grasp. I quickly drew my broadsword, and tried to hurt the beast, but nothing would damage it. Then I remembed seeing Moonheart on the wheel, so I called him for asstance, he came, but he seemd distant. After a moment or two, he used his magic to take down the creature, then he picked up my blade, studying it. He handed me his katana, and then spoke "My wife's soul was taken, I'll return your sword when I'm done with it, or if I find its not of use." Now this scared me, I'd always known my blade had special properties, but one of them seemed that it took control of me, twice it has done that, and I do not relish the memories of the aftermath, blood, lots of blood. I feared what would happen to Moonheart, with his dismay at his wife, and my swords abilites, I shuddered, but I could not argue with him. So I tried to warn him about my sword, then after a while, he left. I held his Katana, a symbol he would trade my blade back, ohh well, I've been a fool today, and this is my punishment. I sent my thoughts to Saraaka, begging her forgiveness and asking if I could be brought home. So now I sit, on my bed, looking at my sleeping wife, and a katana laying across the room. And I wonder what will tomorow hold for me. -------------------------- Message 388 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 21 12:24:39 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Tang This morning Tang came home with a mouth full of feathers, I assumed he was out hunting executioner birds but the feathers didn't quite look right. He also bore a few fresh cuts and bruses so what ever it was put up a fight. OOC: Tang is a kind and gentle animal, but once you get him activated he'll fight or run.. I won't ever force him to attack you or your pets.. But be warned he's not as wimpy as some mini's are.. So if you see a mini rex where it shouldn't belong look twice, I've set his @look_place message so it reads his name.. Red aka Robert -------------------------- Message 389 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 21 12:25:49 1996 CDT From: Synge (#12541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: about that hunting... ;) (OOC) red, tang only killed my bird cause he was hurt. he won't be lucky, cause pat is on a vengence. ;) -------------------------- Message 390 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 21 12:58:01 1996 CDT From: Assassin (#9870) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The capture I was walking through the R/T building when i saw synge. I for one dont like synge and specially his annoying pet bird. So i ran up to it knocked it out and took it before him or Myst could react. I swiftly moved to my house and locked patriot there. I made a deal with synge and then whne i took patriot outside my aprtment to convert the deal myst out of nowhere knocked me out. They revived me then knocked me out plenty of times. one time when i got revived i went all mad and my inner strenght took over me. I killed patriot and myst and then synge made me open my room and go in there. There he beheaded me. Now the eagle was plenty nice to me and myst and patriot. Me though i have become new and different than i was before i have an inner strenght that is very puzzling but it helps me get guided through this tough wprld of good people. P.S. Sorry bout the spelling if not quite together today. -------------------------- Message 391 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 21 13:35:46 1996 CDT From: HawkEye (#13678) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Sparky I was flying to ghostwheel to pick up sparky (cause he had ran off and i went to look for him) to my horror i found him with only THREE legs apparently someone had chopped it off so i looked at sparky and said to him who did this so i went looking for all people he had run in before so i found elric then he said my pet attacked him (wonder why) so i have to have vengance... (all who will help call me) thanks, HawkEye -------------------------- Message 392 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 21 14:08:04 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A warrant issued A warrent is here by issued on the criminal Hawkeye aka The archer. He is wanted for assualt on a federation officer. This is the following statement received to issue the warrant. Dear Red_Fang, I would like to request a warrant for the arrest of Hawkeye, a.k.a. The Archer. Charges are: Assault on a Federation officer causing death, and theft of a Federation officer's broadsword. I did nothing to provoke him to attack me. His pet sparky attacked me (it was ICly emoted to do so and I was IC at the time.) and read Hawkeye's post on Storylines. He says sparky told him. I doubt the fuzzball could speak. (How could he learn I hurt his pet, in self-defence ICly from a pet that cannot talk?) He hunted me down, blocked my escape and killed me. I ask that these charges be laid and carried out as soon as possible. Many thanks, Elric. Hawkeye is wanted for Murder and thieft, he is dangerous and care should be used in his capture. The Fuzzball is wanted for questioning. (see if it really can talk) Red Fang, Commanding -------------------------- Message 393 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 21 14:22:54 1996 CDT From: Elric (#13003) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Sparky and friends (All IC0 Elric stood there on the Highway on Ghostwheel, fending off executioner birds in self-defence and in training. As he was about to attack the next offending bird, a small furry little animal walked down the highway. Elric looked at it, but paid it no heed. THe thing chittered happily in what he interpreted as a hello. Elric smiles and continued with the birds. Elric found that the little thing was following. After a few unsuccessful attempts to lose the furry thing, he stopped running. He had heard rumors from Aurion that such creatures carry disease, and he wanted nothing to do with them. It didn't look like it was going to attack him, so Elric just kept a wary eye on it, dodging the dives of the executioner birds. Then, the thing bared its teeth and leapt at him! Elric lashed out in self-defence and fear of contamination and prompty injured the thing, sending it running elsewhere. Elric wiped his brow, content that he had staved off an unpleasant stay in a local hospital. Done with the birds there, he travelled to Malcolm road, to see what awaited him there; some more birds. Elric grinned and was about to engage the birds when the same little rodent came crawling in again. Elric eyed it cautiously, giving it room...perhaps it would pass him by? No luck there. Again the thing leaped at him, teeth bared. Elric struck again, and it fled. He once again returned to the birds, heart pounding. Later, a figure came down the horizon; the Archer, Hawkeye, whom Elric had met before with Aurion in the R/T building a few days ago. "You messing with my pet?" Hawkeye asked. Elric was puzzled. He described Sparky to Hawkeye: "That's your pet?" he asked. "Yep. Why did you attack him?" Hawkeye asked. "It attacked me!" Elric replied honestly. "It cannot attack." Hawkeye said. Elric was puzzled. It leaped at him, how could it not attack? OOC - Hawkeye said OOC that it couldn't attack, but when Sparky was emoted as attacking, how was Elric to know this ICly??? - "You'll pay for that," Hawkeye said grimly. With that, Hawkeye took out his battle axe and swung at Elric. He leaped aside. Elric, who didn't really want to hurt Hawkeye, nor endanger the new crystals he had obtained, fled. He didn't like fleeing, but he could debate that later. After Running around ghostwheel for a time, Elric lost Hawkeye. He retreate to the Oasis and tried to contact people on his communicator, but to no avail. Hawkeye called him: "You took off Sparky's leg, so I'll do the same to you," came the sadists comm-call. "You try and you die," Elric responded bravely. Hawkeye just laughed. Elric later returned to Ghostwheel, tired of running, and yearning for more crystals. He started on the executioner birds again, when Hawkeye returned. he had in his hand a large sword, unlike any Elric had ever seen. OOC - Called a Knightsword ICYC - Elric fled again, and was not going to let this knight-errant's 'justic' claim him or his leg. But alas, in his hurry, Elric took a wrong turn, and Hawkeye blocked off his escape. He grinned. Elric had to stand and fight. He swung twice, but couldn't hit Hawkeye. In desperation, he grabbed his comm and hit the PANIC button, but even that didn't save him from Hawkeye's next strikes, which he did not manage to avoid. Everything went black... Elric awoke in MideRealm, the Eagle standing over him... Elric swore to himself. The bastard Hawkeye took more than his leg, he took Elric's entire life. The Eagle fixed Elric in his gaze, and Elric awoke in his bunk, a little woozy and drooling. Elric wiped away the drool. He looked around his person, "My crystals!" he thought. No. They were still there. His hand went down to his broadsword's sheathe....empty! "Damnit!" Elric cursed. Elric collected himself and sent a request for a warrant to Red. Justice must be served. Who cares about being killed, as long as the Eagle is still around, no crystals were lost, but his sword...Swiftblade. That last legacy of his father..gone. Elric clenched his fist. "Hawkeye must pay," he muttered through grinding teeth. He looked up at the sky, "Sorry, Father... I...I have failed you." Elric collapsed on his bunk, unsure what to do. -------------------------- Message 394 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 21 14:38:03 1996 CDT From: Alluvia (#12737) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Long days and dreams of ill... The day had been long for Alluvia, and her friends alike... Ill had been spreading.. the attidues far different than those she was used to.. So much rage was falling about.. It scared her indeed. The act of the recomb made her think ... his pain still weighed in her heart for some reason. She also knew of the pain of her dear friend Yjezra... The comments Alluvia herself spoke... so harsh ... but the anger of the room had perhaps been affecting all.. "It is growing, " she thought to herself, eyes saddening as Yalon had taken her back to the Mount...her last glance watching Yseult and her Dragon Lan against the one Fisuer.. Her own husband, worried and yet agitated, hurried to go back to saving the poor girl Saraphinia.. "There is something that wells this hate..".. The thoughts came back to her... of all the fighting... her friends turning in evil ways.. going after one another.. killing, maiming.. None of this made sense any more to her... Do They not know the way of peace? " she thought. "Must they always fight?" Tears welled in her eyes again, dismounting from Saraaka.. She could not say a word to her husband for some reason.. It was as if the very words had been sucked from her soul.. Alluvia stood looking at her husband, then slowly bid way into the Living Caverns... She paused, walking into the hatchery with extreme caution... Her gaze feel, tear stained, upon the Dragons... and the eggs. Her voice was soft, "You know this... far better than any of them could know.. you should be the most enraged... " she said to the DragonQueen Lyrzrath. Her tears flooded again, and she fell to one knee, sobbing. The Dragon's comfort could not stop her pain for some reason however.. Her gaze just kept onto the eggs... her words became soft.."One day... you will grow strong," she whispered to the eggs.. "One day you will show all.." She rose from her position, bowing to the Dragons, walking silently out the door.. Her look passed the phoenix Fisuer, before she walked into her cavern... Only to be met with nightmare... NIghtmare of that voice.. the Spectre .. laughing, howling with rage and hate... With the hate of her friends.. and the blood of her loved ones... She could not cry out in this dream... she could only stand, being forced to watch. ooc= i described the dream earlier a bit. .i may change around... Alluvia -------------------------- Message 395 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 21 15:12:02 1996 CDT From: Synge (#12541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A little 'incident' that occured today. Today, me and my friend myst were chilling in the infirmary sparring, and I accidently hit Patriot. (OOC: I was gonna defend, not stun), and patriot hopped off the table and left. next thing I knew, Assassin has his jaws around the Limp patriot's throat, and I was furious. I drew my sword, but he ran away. Me and Myst then followed him to New Orleans where he had an apartment there. he told me to bring a ransom for Patriot, and i tricked him, saying I would do so. (Kidnappers these days.... fall for anything ;) ). I then said I had what he wanted, and Myst hastily blocked the north exit. Then Assassin came out, still holding the limp and half dead patriot in his muzzle. I blocked the enterance to his room, and proceeded to beat the shit outta him. I got back Patriot, and Assassin killed Myst. I then KOed assassin, and revived him, telling him to give me whatever he could for harming my bird. he reluctantly disagreed, and i beat him some more, KOing him, and then reviving him. I asked him again, and he reluctantly agreed. He opened his apartment, and there I saw in his chest tons of stolen goods and drugs. I then lunged at Assassin, he dodged (for that _one_ time), he tried to strike at me, and I plunged my blade into his heart. I then left the room, and gave myst some crystals in hopes to cure her insanity. I then went to the lodge, ordered a Straight-up Scotch, and sat back, relieved of what I done. I also was after him for crimes against the Tech Order, including mutilation of R&D Personell Rantan, and myself as well. (OOC: don't hurt me for this one red, he brought it on himself. ;) ) ----------------------------------------------------- \Synge\ -------------------------- Message 396 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 21 15:34:11 1996 CDT From: Darius_Lee (#10280) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Assassin As alpha female of the Recomb Wolf PackI hereby order that, Synge of TO, shall br brought to me for questioning on the attacks of our fellow Wolf brother, Assassin. May the pack prosper Darius Lee - Alpha Female -------------------------- Message 397 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 21 16:54:07 1996 CDT From: Alluvia (#12737) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: in my last post ooc- i am really going on a fuck up streak it seems.. that was Zrry that attacked fis yesterday that i wrote about thinking it was Lan grr... i am so lame sometimes.. alluvia -------------------------- Message 398 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 21 17:12:55 1996 CDT From: Karee (#10655) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Insanity leaves.. [You find this note lying around upon the R/T Lounge..] ooc- guys i'm .. heheh leaving.. I'll be back .. but.. in a different form. alluvi still stays don't worry. This is my letter of resignation... I resign from life and it's worries... There is no hope for the hopeless and I am one such soul... I have traveled in silence for the most ..... And whom I dared to trust I was crushed... THe EIC was correct in their words... No one leaves their world ... Alive.. So I submit.. Each of you will travel lives forgetting the small few of us who are pained and hurting deeply.. you will go about your lives laughing and trying to forget the pain... and we will remember it. You leave us no choice.. We are immune to your sickening jokes and laughter... and we know what is true... I resign from being the one who must endure the truth. To the one who did understand, I am sorry for leaving you.. But I realized there is no love... and living for this provides no happiness.. Now my body will lie in the wastes.. eventually to be covered by the sand and forgotten... Let the sun burn my bones and the blood seep into the ground... Goodbye. Karee.. -------------------------- Message 399 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 21 17:45:30 1996 CDT From: Yjezra (#5288) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Attempted Theft Yezra was in her cavern when first one dragon, then another roared out in rage, she was already sprinting for the hatchery, Lyrzrath's scream of rage had echoed in her mind seconds before. Fisuer attempting to steal an egg! It couldn't be, just couldn't be! But Lyrzrath saw as did El' and Zyrr. She ran to her cavern and took up her bag and brought Dragon's Touch to her hand, she left the cavern to see Kora mount Zyrr, telling her he was on his way to the R/T. His face was hard, cold and she feared the justice of her husband and those others. Then Lyrzraths rage took over once more, pushing her reasoning ability to the back of her mind. She quickly mounted Els and they flew to the R/T. On that flight, she warred with the rage she felt from Lyrzrath through her soulbond. Trying to think clearly, she thought of Fisuer, his loneliness, their friendship over the years. "He was Warden, he was our friend." The words kept repeating over and over in her stunned mind, and not realizing that she was using the past tense. "Why? Lyrzrath called him by name! Why?" Fighting the rage, she tried to quiet her mind, seek the reason and what justice should be taken, for something had to be done! And not as Lyrz wanted...to keep Fisuer prisoner till the eggs hatched..then feed him to them alive! Gods! How could gentle Lyrzrath consider anything so horrifying? Arriving at the R/T lounge, Yjezra saw the faces of many friends and a few of those she didn't know. She pushed through the crowd as she was pushing the rage back and came face to face with Fisuer. Yjezra's friend, Alluvia stood by his side, her face streaked with tears as she railed at those present for the lust for justice, for revenge. Fisuer looked so small, sad..."NO!" the rage inside roared out, "He must pay!" She fought the fury and asked Fis "Why?" His only reason was to protect it. To keep it safe. He was lonely, and in his lonliness he nearly brought a soon to be hatchling to insanity, dying in agony, tortured in its fear and isolation. Lyrz' fury beat at Yjezra, she struggled to stand above it. She coldly exiled Fisuer from the Mount, from DragonKind and from the family he had known..and lastly from her heart. Her friendship and love no longer given. Turning her back on Fisuer, she told those assembled that she had pronounced judgment, and none were to kill Fisuer for his offense. Alluvia spoke out against the judgement. Fisuer asked for surcease from his suffering. Turning she moved to Kora side and wrapping her arms around him, felt some of the rage slip away, and tears came to her eyes for the friend she had loved and yet lost this day. -------------------------- Message 400 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 21 18:02:03 1996 CDT From: Saraphina (#14211) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Another day, another adventure Saraphina giggling popped her head out of the tent she was staying on at Jizo Island and skipped away innocently as Lothos, her master, slept away inside. Saraphina explored her surroundings happily until she noticed a bow with a nice big blue button. Saraphina curiously pushed the button and gasped in delight at the voice response. She looked around for the source of the voice but couldn't find them. Saraphina giggling pressed the button several more times clapping her hands each time the box spoke. Saraphina watched wide as a ship landed before her. Saraphina bounded inside to explore the she happily. She shrieked in surprise when the ship started moving and taking off. She rushed to the exit but it wouldn't open. She pressed her face against the viewing port of the ship and watched the island fade away, frightened. When the ship landed Saraphina jumped out eagerly, having already forgotten her fear. "Dark man!!!" She squealed indelight upon spying Darkhawk. Maybe Dark man take Saraphina home? She tought to herself and proudly announce that "Saraphina follow Hawk man!" and claspsed his hand tightly and followed him back into the ship which promptly took off again. Saraphina clung to Darkhawk as he traveled the Ghostwheel wide eyed. Darkhawk eventaully took Saraphina to bar on the wheel where he met up with a group of laughing people. She watched the exchange curiously as the group decided to go to a Brothel. "What's a brothel?" she asked one of the ladies, "You'll see was her only reply." By this time Saraphina's collar/comm was ringing madly and the elf man's voice was coming through. "Saraphina go to brothel!!" she proudly announced. Totally confused when the voice started screaming and coughing. Sarpahina listened to the voice as she followed the group of people onto another ship that was going to some place called Austin. "Saraphina want to see brothel!" She said stubbornly into her collar. "Saraphina, brothel bad place." was the comm's response. Saraph, wrinkled her brow in confusion. Saraphina no like to go to bad place but Darkhawk man would not take Saraphina to bad place so she asked one of the ladies. "Brothel bad place?" "no dear..." This greatly appeased Saraphina. She giggling took one of the ladie's hands in her own, they were calling the lady Reah. Saraphna obiedently followed Reah through AUstin ignoring the babbling collar which told her many confusing thing. Wondered why everyone in the group was talking so excitedly. They kept running from one place to another. The other lady in the group who was never very nice to Saraphina made a comment taht caught Saraphina's attention. "Shit, Darkhawk's going to kill Karcass!" Sraphina ran after the lady by this time having lost Reah only to find Yalon and a huge dragon waiting for her. "What's Shit?" she asked yalon. Saraphina studied yalon curiously as his eyes bugged out of his head. Saraphina come here!" He said angrily. Saraphina felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up curiously. It was the nice lady who gave Saraphina a toe ring. Saraphina quickly took her hand as Yalon and Reah exchange nasty words. "Why Yalon so mean to pretty lady?" Saraphina frowned, she didn't think she liked Yalon very much. Saraphina quickly followed Reah into a building leaving a sputtering Yalon behind. -------------------------- Date: Sun, 9 Mar 1997 15:14:14 -0400 From: "Quinn@GhostWheel" To: quinn@vv.com Subject: GhostWheel Message(s) 401 - 500 from *Storylines (#5236) X-Mail-Agent: GhostWheel (casper.bga.com 6969) Message 401 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 21 18:18:27 1996 CDT From: Saraphina (#14211) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: part 2 Saraphina toured the brothel with reah wide eyed in wonder. She liked the red couches best... Saraphina looked curiuosly as the elf suddenly entered the brothel. The elf and Reah exchanged words that Saraphina no longer remembers, Saraphina was too busy walking on Reah's bar. Reah took Saraphina out with her when another knocking was heard at the door. Saraphna looked around wide eyed at a large group of people that where waiting. They were all shouting at the nice lady and Yalon looked as if he was going to turn purple. Saraphina looked around in fear as everyone exitly blocked off the exits to the room. "Whose your master Saraphina?" the deer man asked. Saraphina obiedently repeated what Reah had told her earlier. "Lady is mistress." Saraphina was very confused. Why was everyone so horrified. Saraphina was good nymph Saraphina obey. SUddenly all the voices raised in anger and it hurt Sarahpina's head and confused her. Questions, Questions so many Questions. Saraphina no know Saraphina no know!! Saraphina clung to the one rule of her life that remained supreme. "Saraphina obey mistress, father of the valley say so!!!" So Saraphina stayed with the pretty lady. But suddenly the purple faced man Yalon yelled that he had had enough and hit nice lady with a sword!! Saraphina wailed and quickly grabbed the lady by the arm and pulled her into a smelly place that had a box with ropes tied around it in the center. Saraphina quickly barred the door with her body and woke the pretty Lady. the Lady looked at Saraphina studingly for a moment. "Saraphina what does Saraphna want? " Saraphina want to please those around Saraphina." The lady smiled delight and Saraphina breamed in pride. Saraphina had pleased pretty lady. Saraphina unblocked the door when Father of the Valley was calling to be let in. Saraphina didn't know why everyone caleld Father "Frap". Saraphina backed up frighten when the room was flooded with people. She clung to Reah in confusion. Saraphina frowned as words like "mine, she'll work well" "profit" "morality" where flung around. What's profit she wondered. Saraphina frowned when nice lady started not being so nice. Saraphina quickly changed her mind and pushed against the lady to be put down but the lady wouldn't put Saraphina down. The funny man who everyone called "all" suddenly snapped his fingers and Saraphina was across the room. Then Lothos picked up Saraphina and held her tightly. When did Lothos wake up? Saraphina thought to ask but started screaming when the Lady was hit with a chainsaw and a fireball. She wailed as the lady fled the room. -------------------------- Message 402 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 21 18:22:26 1996 CDT From: Saraphina (#14211) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: the end of the trilogy Saraphina wondered why Father of the Valley was crying. Father of the Valley never cry. "Why Father cry??" Saraphina looked around in confusion as Father hugged her tightly. Saraphina didn't really understand why everyone had been so upset, Saraphina just went to see pretty building with red couches. Saraphina followed Lothos and Frap and a large stone man to a tower in the wastes. Saraphina was told she'd be staying here now, with funny god man, who Lothos said wasn't God just mage. Saraphna yawned and fell asleep in one of the rooms in the building. Saraphna had done much exploring today. Oocly: Saraphina is now Icly penned up in a tower, should be interesting to see how or if she gets out ;). -------------------------- Message 403 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 21 19:49:29 1996 CDT From: Ygrisydryll (#10625) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: loss of honor, loss of purpose. Yggy was seen drinking himself into a druken dtupor, he kept talking to himself, saying " I lost my honor with my fathers hammer, my purpose to honor him, and protect my friends is null Someone on morlith took my father's hammer and is unforgivable, and there is nothing I can do. -------------------------- Message 404 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 21 20:16:18 1996 CDT From: Ygrisydryll (#10625) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Written in the R/t Newspaper, personals. I have left for a temporsry stay in jizo, I wish quiet and to be left alone, I will return as soon as possible. --Yggy, amidst sorrow. -------------------------- Message 405 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 22 09:40:18 1996 CDT From: Rathe (#14172) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Forbidden knowledge tastes sweetest... Rathe opened the chest, and carefully removed the coveted leather-bound book.. He had almost been killed for this information, and dropping it would mean having to fight the cainids for the pages.. He sat down, back against the trunk of the tree, flipping through the pages.. Runes, spells of summoing, destruction, and numerous other treats. "Where to start?" he mused aloud, flipping through the pages.. His thoughts drifted back to the previous night, He had been returning the nymph, Saraphina, to Morrigan's citadel. He had walked around the place before, but never been through the magic field surrounding.. He had guessed that somehow, because he had been carrying the sleeping nymph, the field had somehow considered them one being, and thus let him pass.. Saraphina had awoken after he entered, and left for the stairs, telling him that "Rock man hurt you if you come any further", she smiled and headed for the stairs.. Why did these nymphs have to be so damned blunt? Turning, he strode over to the Mage Gate. Nothing. The damned thing wouldn't let him back out! Puzzling, he tried again. Nothing. Perhaps there was a back exit? He began wandering the halls, pausing to inspect the architecture and furniture every few moments.. This mage seemed to have something about crows.. And black.. Everything was an obsidian black, so dark.. Frightening, really.. Coming to the library, his eyes widened.. Books.. Hundreds- no, thousands of them.. Lining the walls.. Who knew what knowedge was contained in them? . o O ( I should not read this.. If The Morrigan found out, He'd fry me alive ) ... "Maybe only a book or two" he murmered aloud, picking one off the shelf.. He was not shure how much time had passed, but it seemed he had finished the book.. So many more.. And he could not memorize them all.. Picking a book with blank pages from his napsack, he took several more books down, copying methods for Ritualistic magics, runes, ancient lore, everything.. He wanted to know it all.. Time past swiftly, he realized ha had no more room in the book to write. He placed the books back in their exact places, carefull to try and not move them an inch from their original positions.. He glanced at the crow perched there, watching him with dark beady eyes.. He hoped that thing was not a familliar, otherwise morrigan would find out.. and Him, well.. heh. (End of Part one, part two to follow) -------------------------- Message 406 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 22 10:03:41 1996 CDT From: Rathe (#14172) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: part two of ? Rathe ran up the stairs, to find the Stone Golem standing there, immobile as, well, stone. He tried to sneak past, glancing at the thing every few moments. Red eyes turned to watch him. It could see him! He screamed, now knowing that he had probably awakened every creature in the fortress, and fled. Madly searching for a way out, the golem came walking down the stairs.. Saying nothing, reguarding him with those horrible eyes, hit punched him. His boddy shuddered with pain. It was like having a ton dropped on you, he pulled himself to his feet, realizing he had fallen down.. Nothing broken.. He had been lucky. He fled once again, up the stairs. Still searching, suddenly Cristal appeared, trailed by Morrigan! His eyes widened in fear.. He took a step back, screaming in his mind at the sight of the angered mage. Morrigan made some sort of strange geusture, A strange being appeared with a *crrack!* and a tinge of magic in the air.. It spoke to Morrigan, "You have summoned me, what is is you ask?" Morrigan pointed.. pointed at him. Everything seemed a tornado, he ran for the stairs, the figure striking at him. He did not know how many times, but it felt like nothing else, horrible, searing pain as it struck into him, maybe it had been only once? Or a thousand times? It felt like the latter. Pulling himself up the stairway, Cristal followed.. "What are you doing here?" she asked, staring at him like one would a curious looking squirrel, oblivious to his wounds. He explained he had returned the Nymph, and was unable to leave... Leaving out the book, of course, tucked away in his napsack. She left, and the Obsidian Servant arrived from below. "I only want to leave!" He wailed at the stone figure.. It left. Morrigan came up the stairs, glaring at him, "You have defiled the sanctity of my home, I should throw you from this tower and let the carrion birds feast upon you". Rathe mumbled and begged, he had only come to return the child, the nymph.. He meant not harm.. Magefire rippled in Morrigan's hand.. Morrigan had said that only 4 could enter without key, Saraphina... And 3 other names he did not recognize.. "Do you have a key?" He asked.. "No, I have no key! I didn't WANT to come in! Let me leave!" Rathe wailed. "Why don't you just let me out the door? No harm done!" he said... The Morrigan studied him, and lowered his hand, "We shall see.".. he stepped off the trap door, and rathe hurridly scurried downwards... The morrigan followed, "Out, now!".. Rathe ran down the hallway, as fast as he was able, and down the stairs.. The Morrigan Re-Appeared. "Can you pass through?" The mage asked. "No, I cannot.. It let me in.. It will not let me out!" Rathe said, half-fearing the mage might once again be angered.. "Best go to sleep then, else...." Morrigan trailed off.. Had it not been for the features as hard as the Rock golem's, he would have thought the Morrigan grinning. He went to sleep, and awoke in the wastes. Bowing, he thanked Morrigan for letting him go "No harm done.." He smiled.. "We shall see," was the mage's only reply.. Setting off at a bolt, he ran through the wastes, towards home.. Studying the book, he laughed harshly.. He had groveled, and begged like a weak little fool, for Morrigan's pardon.. Perhaps.. Perhaps with the information in this book, he would have to grovel no more... Laughing, almost madly, he inscribed a rune on his oaken stave.. . o O ( Darkhawk ) his own voiced seemed to laugh within his mind.. Yes, Darkhawk could be the first to pay... It would be HE that would grovel... -------------------------- Message 407 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 22 10:04:08 1996 CDT From: Smoke (#11265) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The color Red As Smoke wandered into the main transport bay to catch a ride out to the wheel she ran into Red and Cristal playing footsie....interrupting there conversation of lasting love for one another.....Seeing that Red was unarmed and totally unprepared, Smoke grabbed Red by the neck of his shirt, her blade at his throat and forced him into the Banzai, of course Cristal followed, so there they sat...the three of them all cozy in the ship, flying to the R/T garage as Cristal begged for the release of Red, giving Smoke a total headache... When reaching the garage Smoke forced Red out into the dessert with Cristal in pursuit.....Smoke pulled her sledge and whacked Red on the head a few times, knocking him out cold, grabbing the back of his shirt she dragged his unconscious body further in to the dessert, finally losing Cristal......after walking a mile or so Smoke looked down at Reds bloody sandy face and smiled....."This looks like a great spot to die....dont you think Red?"....."Oh...thats right....you cant answer right now" ...Smoke laughs softly "damit Red, I so wanted to hang you....but I guess this will do ." Smoke turned and walked back to the R/T building.....leaving Red for the creatures of the dessert to feed upon.... -------------------------- Message 408 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 22 10:09:33 1996 CDT From: Smoke (#11265) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: food for thought dessert = desert :) -------------------------- Message 409 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 22 11:38:38 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Hangover ooc: The following is a very silly post. read and laugh at your own discression. Red woke with a screaming headache, he wasn't home either.. A half empty bottle of whiskey lay near him and the smell turned his inners as he crawled out into the desert sands and heaved up everything that was in him.. He lay sick for several hours trying to remember the night before. As things came back to him he cringed, Cristal was a large part of this.. He cared deeply for her and had publicly embarrassed himself over his jealousy at her announcement. Then Smoke, he rubbed his head feeling the knots still aching from her blows. That woman really is obsessed by you he thought. Tempest.. she was beautiful and caring.. Why did he have such thoughts. Then his mind drifted back to Corrie, someone had envaded his land.. Attacked a friend leaving her nearly dead.. It could of been Tempest or any of the residents of the Oasis who lay there instead. Who had done the horrible act.. Kynwal? He worried that his acts and using the Federation had brought all this down on them.. The feeling to run wild again was over whelming... He pondered Tempest's anger if she found out things..(damn my head hurts) All the women.. he longed for and couldn't have.. Yjezra, her beauty and power was something and Red lusted after her sometimes the most.. Then there was Tadewi, the woman he admired so and feared the most.. She could control Red like no other. Cristal, she was beautiful and full of life.. Red felt he could protect her better that others and she was always choosing others.. Tempest, he loved her so, and she'd captured his heart. Then he thought of Alluvia, she was beautiful also.. She cared for me he thought.. She's right, you try and take on the world alone and you usually fail.. You don't think anyone else can do the job you can. Red composed himself and walked home, it was not far and he soon found himself washing in the fountain at the Oasis and entering the house ploping down on his throne. I'll make things right if it kills me.. I am Red Fang. -------------------------- Message 410 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 22 16:16:52 1996 CDT From: Tadewi (#3791) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Love is an act of blood... ..and I'm bleeding," Lady Tadewi de Mystique thought aloud, thoughts from the night before still whirling through her head like a hurricane. Non, ma chere, you were bleeding, but you are not now. Why did you not come to me immediatly to have this stitched?" the maidservant, Joline, asked in a solicitous voice. Tadewi blinked out of her revelries as she realized Joline had heard her. Blushing slightly, she shook her head, not really giving Joline a reply. The maidservant sighed as she finished bandaging Tadewi's left hand. Tadewi stared into the glass of Chartruese in her hand, her mind quickly forgetting her maidservant and swirling around the events of the prior evening. Had she been right to curse him? Was he truly at fault...or was she? Deckard popped into the middle of it all and she nearly burst into tears. **I do not deserve him, God, let him find a woman better than me.** So many people, so many events...she stared into the glass of Chartruese in her hand again, sloshing the bright green liquid around the sides of the glass. Chartruese...distilled with the heart of N'Orleans. They said if you drank enough of it, your eyes would turn bright green... Tadewi wondered if she could have her eyes the color of emeralds by sunset. -------------------------- Message 411 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 22 21:05:27 1996 CDT From: Scorpion (#14233) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: All beauty Queens wanted... OOC this is a letter to al females mostly. Ic Dear fellow beauties.(im not a beauty) This is Scorpion your host of the next Miss Ghostwheel... There will be a miss ghostwheel contest coming up soon. All females older than 18 can join. You ladies have to be good at the following things. Interviews, ballroom dancing, swim suit competition, and modeling in variety of different kinds of clothes. If this sounds like the contest for you call me. The date of this event is not scheduled yet but in one week they date will be set. So ladies come out and give me a shout. P.S. if any others who are not interested in joining and would like to help by being the judge or help with the setting of the place please also give me a call. Men get your wives in this. they'll come home rich. So come one come all to the Miss Ghostwheel contest. (for all beatuies) This is Scorpion signing off. ____________________End Of LETTER______________________________ ooc If your interested @mail me for more info. -------------------------- Message 412 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 22 23:45:37 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: More Women of Red's life Ooc: forgot a few.. sorry Red also pondered the warrior beauty Valentine, her body hard and well shaped.. He had such a lust for her... *sigh* Oh well.. he though as he settled in for a nap. Red -------------------------- Message 413 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 22 23:49:07 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Rememberance He thought about Rememberence, wonder what ever happened to her... He'd fought Chaos over that one and lost her when he met Tempest. -------------------------- Message 414 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Aug 23 01:19:21 1996 CDT From: Cheetah (#12402) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Reward! (OOC): Heh, 100 crystal reward for one female in Red's life NOT mentioned in those posts. ;) -------------------------- Message 415 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Aug 23 01:19:38 1996 CDT From: Cristal (#7366) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Just like a soap opera... Cristal woke early, too early...her dreams had been unfitful. She turned to look beside her, eyes roaming over Morrigan's resting body. A tender smile played on her lips, she had fallen in love again. It felt so good. She reached out a hand and brushed the hair from his face, fingertips trailing over his cheek. Then thoughts of Red Fang invaded her mind, her eyes closing slowly. Red had always been close to her heart...She remembered her schoolgirl crush on him in younger years...then she remembered the Red Fang who was like her older brother -- her hero. Cristal sighed softly as the sunlight crept over the land. He had confessed to her of his love. She had tried to convince him that he didn't mean it. The look in his eyes told her different though...and she had no idea how to handle it. Glancing down at Morrigan again, she felt her heart beat just a little faster. Yet still, she was plagued by thoughts of Red..all they had been through. How did Morrigan feel about this? Cristal pulled the quilt up around her body, feeling Morrigan stir only slightly. She remembered her anger when Smoke had taken Red Fang and threatened his life. A burning in her chest told her that she would have gladly given her life for his. But she would do so for all she cared about...wouldn't she? Unconsciously, Cristal's hands clenched into tiny fists. She was frustrated. She shook her head quickly, trying to think of other, less stressful thoughts. Her memory fell upon Ygrisydryll and his insistence on having the remote that she had found while hunting. What was with the small box? Why was it so important? She made a mental note to study it...perhaps test its capabilites. Cristal curled up against Morrigan's side, comforted by the heat of his flesh. Tadewi came to mind next...her wonderful friend...Morrigan's past love. A sharp pain seemed to slice at her heart, the pain of Tadewi. Morrigan's pain. As she brushed her lips against Morrigan's shoulder, she silently hoped that things would work out. Until then, she carried Tadewi's pain in her soul...that beautiful friend who had always been there for her. Cristal closed her eyes once more, determined to get some peaceful rest. She nuzzled her face into the crook of Morrigan's neck, inhaling his scent deeply. She needed to talk to Red Fang. She would avoid Yggy till she could better understand the remote. She would support Tadewi as best she could. And she would love Morrigan, with her very being. -------------------------- Message 416 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Aug 23 13:14:48 1996 CDT From: Gangrene (#3105) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: distant thunder The flash of white in the desert was probably another hallucination. "I've been out here too long," she thought, "really losing it." The whiteness waited, caught in the tumbleweed as if abandoned, mirage waterpuddles retreating in the infernal stillness as she approached. With a sigh, she dropped her gear in the shade of the ancient eroded sandstones. Whatever it was, she wasn't going to check it out without being able to run, and fast, if necessary. "You never know what the hell is waiting to nail you," she murmured. "More than one poor sucker has been bored to death." -------------------------- Message 417 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Aug 23 15:03:27 1996 CDT From: Tadewi (#3791) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: As the GhostWheel Turns, Episode Six: Home Again? Tadewi awoke with a scream, the nightmare shattering into a thousand peices that scattered into the recesses of her mind, mostly forgotten save a few shady memories. She looked around in a panic, where was she? This was not her room in the Maison! The answer hit her like a two by four--Morrigan's Tower. She groaned and fell back onto the pillows, wincing as the sunburn finally made its presence known to her concious. Fragments of last night's horrors began to piece together. She remembered the burning sun, trying to stay alive and keep Cristal alive too. Images of Red Fang, Moonheart and Morrigan floated in and out. What had happened exactly? She wasn't sure. The last thing she remembered well was rushing out of the Maison to find Cristal, having something to show her. She winced again, her sunburn was bad, excruciatingly painful at best. She reach down and lifted the tankard of water from the ground next to her bed, splashing it onto the more painful areas, her forehead and arms. The cool water soothed, but quickly turn warm and she had to splash on more and more, til the tankard was empty. With effort, she forced herself to sit up. Her body was stiff, the sunburn having settled into her muscles as well. **I can't stay here** she thought, looking around the room. Oddly enough, she felt comfortable here. **It's almost like I'm home again.** She shook her head, "No, no, no. Not my home. Not N'Orleans." She rose from the bed, remembering Morrigan's words from the night before. She was his guest for the night, but if she wished it, in the morning his servant would see her home again. Tadewi knew she had to leave...memories of this place were almost overwhelming. With willpower that she didn't know she had, Tadewi forced herself to walk out of room. She wandered out into the hallway and memories assaulted her immediatly, trailing after Morrigan, laughing gently as she admired his warm smile. Her engagement ring left pockets of light on the walls as they reflected the lighting. *stop it, Stop It, STOP IT* she screamed at herself. This was not her home any longer, it was Cristal's now. She had to make herself remember that, else she'd go mad. Slowly, stiffly, she traveled down the stairs to the Great Hall, proud of herself for making it that far. The Obsidian Servant of Morrigan's stood in front of the Mage Gate, watching her with stoney eyes. "Your master has told me that I may leave here now." It watched her a moment, but did not move. "You are to stay here until you are well." Tadewi gaped at the elemental, but knew it was useless to argue with it. She turned and walked back to the guest chamber, falling onto the bed in exhaustion and pain. She wept quietly, sure she would go insane before her wounds would ever heal. -------------------------- Message 418 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Aug 23 15:42:19 1996 CDT From: Cristal (#7366) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: More about that soap opera... Cristal jerked awake, wincing at the tightness of her burned skin. Her sleep had been deep, fatigue and hurt had overcome her. She closed her eyes, the morning light seemed too much now. Sighing, she thought back to the night before...and the events that confused her to no end. She remembered talking to Red Fang in the lounge. He still professed his love for her, making both frustrated at what to do about it. Red Fang was torn because of his love for Tempest -- and his infatuations with other women. She herself was torn as well...both faithful to the love she had developed for Morrigan, and to the friendship and caring she had nursed for Red Fang over the years. She didn't want to hurt Red, but could see no way for them to be together. (Maybe Morrigan will hurt me as he did Tadewi...), she thought. Restin's face entered her mind -- she would not allow herself to be a victim again. (If you love Morrigan, you will take the chance and see...), she reasoned with herself. Exasperated, she pushed those thoughts from her mind. Her mind continued to replay the previous night...Images of Tadewi and her lovely surprise. Her brows furrowed, recalling being suddenly being attacked out of nowhere and knocked unconscious. She and Tadewi, left to die in the Wastes...the hot sun scorching their skin. Cristal fingered her hair, it had shielded her face, neck and shoulders somewhat. She then looked down at her hands and arms, frowning. The skin was no longer a deep bronze...it was a deep red, and my how it hurt to move. She licked her chapped lips, the split already starting to heal. (Water..need water), she thought. She felt so dehydrated. But she was alive, thank goodness...thanks to Morrigan, Red Fang, Moonheart and Mithrandyr. They had rescused herself and Tadewi, just when the two were on the brink of death. Snowballs, she remembered snowballs. Or was that a dream? Looking around her, she couldn't remember how she even got to bed. It seemed like a horrible nightmare. Except for the sunburn that now annoyed her more than anything, it all seemed unreal. (What if I had been alone?), she thought. She felt a warm rush to her heart, recalling how Tadewi had urged her to fight, to stay alive. (What if no one had come and found us? What if no one had cared?). She counted herself lucky to be amongst such caring and brave people. Then, she scowled, vowing to retribute this injustice. She would find out who did this to her and her good friend. -------------------------- Message 419 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Aug 23 16:17:19 1996 CDT From: HawkEye (#13678) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Jail As I looked around I saw no guards or any people it was late at night. So I pulled the locl picks from the inside of my hat as i began to work on the manicles finally after two hours I broke free from the manicles. As I began to work on the cell door I worked almost all night but finally the cell door swung open. As I found Aurion's home I stole my stuff back with ease from the snoring Aurion. As I smiled and kicked him in the groin. He didn't even move... As i laughed to myself I fled to the r/t building ready waiting..... -------------------------- Message 420 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Aug 23 16:18:41 1996 CDT From: Naxos (#9972) To: *Storylines (#5236) OOC if the items @moved from Aurion are not returned I'm just about to kill Hawkeye, that was cheating my room is l -------------------------- Message 421 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Aug 23 16:18:53 1996 CDT From: Naxos (#9972) To: *Storylines (#5236) err locked icly. -------------------------- Message 422 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Aug 23 16:21:53 1996 CDT From: HawkEye (#13678) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: correction Aurion flinched when I kicked him, but didn't wake up. -------------------------- Message 423 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Aug 23 21:09:11 1996 CDT From: Tadewi (#3791) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Young and the Rest of Us: Episode 78, As You Wish. Tadewi's knees wobbled as Morrigan finally released her and turned, saying something to her before walking out of the Crimson Chamber. As the door swung shut, she fell to the floor, racked with sobs. **Why, why, why, why did he do that...knowing my feelings, knowing...and yet he chose to anyway.** Cristal's face appeared in her mind, angry and seething with rage. **Oh, my dearest friend...you have every right to hate me...** Tadewi struggled to get to her feet, still stiff and sore from the sunburns. She reached for the bottle of Chartruese on the table...it was time to try for those emerald eyes again. -------------------------- Message 424 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Aug 23 21:20:52 1996 CDT From: Morrigan (#10469) To: *Storylines (#5236) The Morrigan stood in the streets of N'Orleans, the rain pouring down around him, drenching him, and spattering off the streets. In no time in his life, had he felt so bruised, so battered in spirit..so.._helpless_. "I cannot continue like this...this will kill me surely, permanently.", he thought, walking towards the rendezvous point for airships in N'Orleans. "She loves me...and I have destroyed her life, simple, positive and for sure...And Cristal? She's...she's so compassionate...so understanding...so caring...so loving...I know her love for me...I can feel it like a warm blanket surrounding me. And I know I love her..there is absolutely NO doubts...none at all." I care for them both, he realized, and then frowned at himself. "Of course I do! Idiot...why else would I have the pain I have if I did not!?" He punched the ship requestor angrily, nearly destroying it in the process. "This is eating me damned it all. And then Red Fang...Old friend...I never knew...I am so sorry..", he thought, clenching one gauntleted hand. The airship landed, he boarded, and settled in to brood as only a Fian can brood. Deep, and darkly. Rathe...the poor fool...he could have read and read in my library, if only he would have asked...waiting in my Hall would have been acceptable...Even waiting on top of my Tower would have been preferable...I almost feel sorry for him...of course, he doesn't know that, and won't for a long while, if ever. Poor wretch... Morrigan sighed, watching the airship turn and land at the R/T Tower. "And Gods damned it all...Spectre...I do hope Moonheart and I are wrong about him..." -------------------------- Message 425 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Aug 24 01:23:49 1996 CDT From: Tiarch (#12062) To: Ryft (#13665) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Law Summit [You notice a small post in the R/T Newspaper] As Chief of Affairs for The Resistance: It has been decided that we will be attending the upcoming Law Summit. Since we recieved an invitation, we have decided to take up the offer. (OOC: Well, everyone recieved an invitation to attend but this is just to formalize and let it be known we will be their and be involved.) Tiarch - Chief of Affairs -------------------------- Message 426 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Aug 24 02:10:31 1996 CDT From: Cristal (#7366) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Finding... Cristal began her walk home through the Wastes and came upon her backpack. It was just lying there half-buried in sand by a bridge. Wretched memories of her suffering overcame her...Suddenly the sun felt too hot. She walked back to the R/T Building in a daze. So the one who had kidnapped she and Tadewi had found no use for her things. That could only really mean two things...Either someone was out to get her -- or someone was using her as a pawn to get to someone else. Things started becoming a bit clearer. She grew pensive, wondering whom she could have wronged... -------------------------- Message 427 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Aug 24 15:35:15 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Criminal Hawkeye IC: This criminal is no longer wanted, he is to be killed on site. Proven guilty by his escape and means there of. Have fun. OOC: Hawkeye cheated, it is plain and simple.. I've gathered storys of his disconnecting and @moving his objects.. I'm not sure what Quinn told him, or what he told Quinn, but most of his objects were not even on Aurion.. And, icly the Oasis is guarded 24 hours a day, if not by me by guards of the federation. There is no way that he would of walked into a bunkhouse of at least 5 sleeping guards and done the acts he did without sounding a alarm. Plus a mini-rex that never sleeps would of caught him. Ok, Tang sleeps sometimes, but is very good at sniffing out things that are not suppose to be in his territory. Point being, I won't play with such a individual, and I think he'd make a good canidate for the new Prison that Quinn has created. Red aka Robert -------------------------- Message 428 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Aug 24 15:40:46 1996 CDT From: HawkEye (#13678) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: me cool! i'm wanted dead! by the imfamous red_fang who thinks himself so great ha i wouldn't spit on his shoe if he asked me -------------------------- Message 429 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Aug 24 20:39:50 1996 CDT From: Tadewi (#3791) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: General Infirmary: Episode 34, In that stillness, there was a freedom... Sunlight streamed in through the window of the crimson chamber, waking Tadewi from a sound sleep. She lifted her head, groggily looking around. Mantle was still gone. She smiled faintly to herself; his scent was still on the pillows. **I never expected that to happen...** she thought as she pulled the covers aside, reaching for the robe she kept draped over one of the chairs. The entire evening prior had been a night of bitter anger and hatred...that had long last been overcome. Sulamith was a part of her now, instead of another entity sharing her mind. Tadewi could feel her, see her memories, know her pain. Their pain. Tadewi's pain. Sulamith no longer existed. Tadewi was whole again. She winced as she thought of Red Fang...praying he was not too badly hurt. **I owe him, I wish to god I could take back the pain I caused him.** She had Sulamith's memories all right...one of them slicing through Red Fang's throat trying to get out of the Oasis to find and kill Morrigan. Sliding her arms through the robe and wrapping it around herself, she sat on the bed again, sighing softly. Red Fang and Morrigan. Luckily she had not tried the same to Morrigan, Mantle has seen to that. Mantle had seen to everything, even finally taming Sulamith into integrating. Morrigan had destroyed her life...and Mantle gave her a new one. She smiled faintly, a new life and a new love. -------------------------- Message 430 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Aug 24 22:54:39 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Trial of Braden! Please attend if you can, the Trial of Braden will be held tonight in the barn on the Oasis.. WE need at least 3 juriors Red.. Come imeditatly -------------------------- Message 431 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Aug 25 01:22:23 1996 CDT From: Tiarch (#12062) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Resistance. A meeting is in the planning stages for all members of The Resistance and anybody interested in joining. No date has been set at this time. The purpose of this meeting is: -To review the groups policies and/or make new ones -See who is interested in joining? -Indicate what The Resistance wants in recruits. Contact me or Cloak ASAP if you wish to attend. Chief of Staff and Affairs - Tiarch -------------------------- Message 432 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Aug 25 02:30:36 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The state verses Braden In a attempt to allow Justice to take its swift course, Red Fang called a trial to determine the guilt or innocences of Braden. A jury of six was selected.. (names withheld pending the end of the trial) with Yggy arguing the State and one called Zephyra defending the accused.. The trial was recessed until tomorrow evening due to the length of the arguments. Red Fang will contact all involved with the time of its start again. Thank you all for showing and taking part, even the half stoned Jury was kinda funny. Red Fang -------------------------- Message 433 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Aug 25 03:26:37 1996 CDT From: Morrigan (#10469) To: *Storylines (#5236) The Morrigan, stumbled up to the Tower, his home, with leaden heart, and listless eyes. Taking a small stone from underneath the daemonic statue beside the Gate, Morrigan passed through the Gate, and stood in the Great Hall of his Tower, eyeing the Gate with indifference, and immortal sadness. He began to chant softly, rising in cresendo, till at last, he tosses the stone into the Gate. There was a screaming, wailing screech, and a palpable flash of explosive light, knocking The Morrigan to his knees. When he looked up, the Gate was lifeless...no energy did it bind within. Dead. Gone. He rose to his knees, and shrugged, unnoticing the blood dripping from his arm where a splinter of obsidian had stuck him, and turned to the Library doors. With his athame, he ground the rune of Hagallaz, elemental disruption, into the door, causing the runes beneath to turn dark. He pulled the doors experimentally, wondering even then why he bothered, why he cared. He turned, and started up the stairs, erasing runes, and sealing areas off, till he at long last he reached he top of the Tower, and sat down in a black, leatherbound seat overlooking the the Wastes around him, through a crystal window, unmoving... -------------------------- Message 434 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Aug 25 08:48:41 1996 CDT From: Oryama (#6359) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Starting over. Oryama leaned back on the old wooden chair and slowly inhaled the sweet smoke from his pipe. He survied his work with a nod. He let out a soft chuckle as he mused, "Not like living with the Mystique's, but it will do for now." The dust still swirled around the old shack but it was a far cry cleaner than when he found it. "Yes, this will do." He stands up slowly, allowing his soar muscles a moment to adjust to the new position and walks to the one window. As he looks out over the barren wastland he begins to reflect on the past year. "Why do I come back to this place?" He shrugs and chuckles softly, "You know why. This is the center for knowladge and power. It draws ones" "It draws ones like myself to this spot. The potential is..unerving at the least." He shrugs again and walks to the bookshelf. He scans through a few books and then sighs to himself. He looks up towards the roof and closes his eyes. "Am I following the correct path Uncle? Or shall I fall like the others?" He waits silently for an answer. He chuckles to himself again, "Yes yes, I know. Procedure." He begins to prepare the ingredients for the spell. -------------------------- Message 435 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Aug 25 12:06:44 1996 CDT From: Alluvia (#12737) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Why... Alluvia awoke suddenly, a breath finally coming.. She felt the chill of the night, mixed with the chill of sweat about her body against the warm summer breeze. "This dream..." she thought to herself. The visions of that fateful day still flew through her mind... of the chaos.. the hate.. the horrific laughing cry of Spectre. "Why do I keep seeing such horrible visions.." Alluvia turned to her husband, wishing she could sleep with his peace.. She thought of the day that had transpired... She saw him.. He who kiddnapped her. had almost killed her ... Braden. She had such feeling within her now.. And yet she forgave him. She pardoned him... But, with this meeting today.. something had changed. His very presence made her cringe with fear and anger. His words made her want to push him away... out of her life. Her feelings changed before her. She hated him.. She wished to kill him.. "Kill.." she whispered to herself. She thought of Strafe's words.. of 'Bloodlust'. Had she wanted his blood shed? His death? When Braden did fall to the floor, had she not silently smiled back before she walked away? "How can I feel this way?" She was talking aloud now. Yalon stirred in his bed, but did not wake. Alluvia left his side, walking outward into the cool night. The wind blew against her, causing her to shiver slightly. It was then that she thought of her walk to her mentor's citadel. She reasoned with herself that it was merely to fulfill a message her husband had wished to The Morrigan. She had stood against his walls, then finally near him.. With a strange feeling about. He had asked her if something was wrong.. if she needed his assistance. She had wanted to answer "Yes" loudly ... she had wanted to tell him of her dreams.. those nightmarish thoughts... that laugh. But she knew she could not. How she felt so odd.. so cared. She could not tell him of this. Instead.. only lshake her head, "No Magister.... nothing is wrong", but he did not believe her. He showed her the spell to remain safe at all times.. Perhaps he saw her fear? Alluvia shook her head, still thinking of the day. Why she had felt so many things.. so many different things.. She sat in the cold night air, listening to the gentle whisper of the wind, the cries of the creatures of the night. She thought.. "Do you know the way?" almost to the heavens themselves..."Do you see?" The shivers brought her back, body starting to tremble with the cold. She walked silently as she had come, back into the cavern of her husband, crawling back into the bed, under the covers, quietly, still thinking before sleep finally came. -------------------------- Message 436 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Aug 25 18:45:27 1996 CDT From: Frap (#6337) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *mages (#11664) Subject: Fire Tower discovered! Frap wrinkled his brow as a peice of the puzzle came to him.. He knew he could find the fabled Fire Tower that was shown to exsist in the Tapisterys of his new ward. He called his friend Moonheart, and the two stepped into the gate towards the plain of choas. Shielding themselves best they could from the effects they truged onward.. The Air Earth and Water gates pulling at them and they longed to just step into on to escape the mental pain. Then like the old saying, "your getting warmer" it became warm for some reason. Sweat beaded on their brows and they continued forward.. The heat grew and they saw the gate.. It flickered and seemed to radiate with fire. They knew they had found what they came for.. Entering the portal was not as difficault as thought, but the heat didn't subside for they were standing in a obsidian chamber and heat radiated all around them.. The Tower was much like the others except for its construction and the heat.. Stepping out the main door, they found themselves on a volcano and the source of the heat. Quickly returning to the safety of the tower.. Frap and Moonheart rested.. Frap. -------------------------- Message 437 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Aug 25 22:14:23 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Trial delay Due to a shortage of people.. Red Fang is delaying the continuation of the Trial of Braden verses State until another night... He will contact you and let you know when the time is.. Red -------------------------- Message 438 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Aug 26 02:52:09 1996 CDT From: Cloak (#10500) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Resistance Meeting (#431 on *storylines) If you are interested in attending, PAGE MYSELF OR TIARCH! (this means you) The meeting will ONLY happen if there is sufficent interest and this is the easiest way to find out! Thankyou! :> Cloak - Resistance Leader -------------------------- Message 439 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Aug 26 02:53:08 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Fire in the sky >From the R/T building looking Northward you can see a bellowing cloud of smoke riseing up.. Red's Barn is on fire and flames leap high into the sky.. Red Fang is no where to be found.. His house is locked up and things seem quiet. -------------------------- Message 440 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Aug 26 03:38:05 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Part 1: The calling The howling grew, Smoke stood there hunting as she always did.. Red knew he could have some fun with her.. He started in killing bell's and birds.. She told him to go and he followed taunting her as she went.. The pairs arrogance was something to behold, Smoke was not a woman to be trifled with.. But the amusement was comforting to Red.. It stoped the noise in his head. She swong at him and he knocked her cold with one snap of his chainsaw, he grabed the bottle from her and took a big swing, reviving her he gave it back and let her go on her way. There was nothing to be won here. Red wandered back towards the R/T Building, catching a ship and landing in the R/T garage he walk up to the round room and sitting droping the crystals he'd hunted. Tadewi and Yggy were talking and he didn't find much comfort looking at the woman.. She burned in his soul but she was not his. They left after a bit, and Red walking northwestward into the Austin Room glaring at the sword Lawgiver.. He thought, "how am I to get you?" he slumped down on the couch and though of his new position in the world.. The Federation was young, but because of him it lacked respect.. He didn't know why he even tryed to unite the fools.. He longed to be free again. Morrigan he though, he's alpha now.. He has the position yet he's free. The howling got worse, Red stood and leaving the room he marched out into the wasteland, he found his way to the tower where The Morrigan lived, but some barrier was up.. He repeatedly through himself at it like a wild animal, it threw hm hard to the ground each time. Finally he got inside, it was deserted on the lower levels and he slowly climbed the stairs.. He heard giggling coming from a room and stepped inside.. There Morrigan, Tadewi and Cristal were standing talking. The smiled as he entered but he remained silent.. The ladys left and Red looked at The Morrigan, "I came to kill you, but considering our friendship we should talk." Words exchanged and emotions tensed.. The howling called onward.. A deal. The Morrigan excepted the challange.. What could come of it Red left, only slightly satisfied, but with the Swordmage present there was no hope of victory. Returning quickly to his home, he took a few things from his chest and went out to the barn, using a torch he'd made he started setting the place a blaze.. He heard coughing and remembered the prisoner.. he entered the stall and drawing drawing his sword knocked the man out leaving him for dead. Quickly leaving he wandered out into the wasteland to make his deal with fate. Embryon, come to me.. a simple call.. The Morrigan would not be on top much longer. -------------------------- Message 441 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Aug 26 04:43:13 1996 CDT From: Cloak (#10500) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: It was all so quick! It was Downer, Ryft and myself. We noticed the fire at Red's barn from the R/T Helipad. Downer and myself left and went to the barn to look for fatalities. We found Braden, the accused murderer, lying on the ground, badly hurt. Cloak noticed Mithrandyr on the way out and asked him what had happened, Mithrandyr did not reply. We went back to the R/T Infirmary and Devon arrived (after the PANIC button on his comm was pushed by Cloak) and healed Braden completly. We questioned Braden about what happened. He claimed Red went mad and attacked him and then, lit the barn on fire. Cloak lit up a cigarette, becoming worried. The leader of the Feds, gone mad!? This could mean real trouble for Ghostwheel. Cloaked moved to block the west entrance to the room. Would the Feds show up and arrest himself and Downer for aiding a criminal? Cloak had no intention of getting involved in such a matter. This was not his decision to make, he knew nothing of what really happened with Braden and Strafe. A few mages (I can't remember names, sorry.) along with Devon, showed up outside the Infirm. Tadewi soon arrived and her and Devon continually tried to enter the Infirm. Downer and Cloak were completly lost on what to do at this point. Cloak, hesitantly, moved away from the entrance. Moonheart, Tadewi and Devon entered. Ryft soon showed up later to find out what was going on. Devon yawned and left soon after listening to Bradens' false statements "the big fellow attacked me! (meaning Cloak)" (Braden kept asking to leave, cloak told him to keep quiet. Braden soon stood up and attacked bare-handed, cloak defended and got a small shot on him. He then sat down.) Tadewi soon left too and Moonheart made some pool thing on the ground with a rune and Braden and Moon looked into it for some moments. Braden started yammering on how nobody is innocent. Cloak payed little attention. Moonheart stated he then wanted nothing to do with Braden and left. Braden made a dash for the door and out into the Wastes, with Ryft, Downer and myself in pursuit. We all stopped outside the sandlock and Braden attack both myself and Downer with a rapier he had found some- -were. Ryft dragged both Downers' and Cloaks' unconcious bodies back to the R/T Round Room. Braden had escaped. Red was insane? Cloak was worried and confused. -------------------------- Message 442 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Aug 26 05:15:21 1996 CDT From: Tadewi (#3791) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Oh Your Soul Is Anchored... Tadewi sobbed quietly in her bed, the crimson pillow turned a darker shade with the dampness of her tears. She could still feel Red Fang's arms tightly around her, his lips on her own. Worse yet...she knew she had not fought him...she had given in completely to him. **I do care for him...but like that? Do I have those feelings for him?** she thought, causing more tears to roll down her cheeks. She knew herself well enough, she was windchild now, beholden to only the wind, which sent her in the direction it chose. She could never be with one man for long, just as she could not stay in one place for long. The winds always changed direction. Outside she heard the wailing of N'Orleans winds and wondered if she was being blown towards Red Fang. **Bend or break, Tadewi...bend or break...** -------------------------- Message 443 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Aug 26 11:44:19 1996 CDT From: Smoke (#11265) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Red and Black Smoke untangles herself from the limbs of the sleeping body next to her and slides quietly from her warm bed. Grabbing the half empty bottle of whiskey from the floor she tiptoes over to the open window and takes a long drink, some of the precious liquid tumbles from her lips, catching the moon light, dripping like silent rhinestones onto her naked breasts. She gazes out of the open window, her head still throbbing from the nick of Reds chainsaw. "Damn him" she mumbles softly to herself. The picture of Red floats in her mind, his crazed grin across his handsome face, his wild eyes sparkling. Smoke shakes her head, trying to rid her mind of the image, she takes another drink, turning from the widow she smiles softly to herself as her eyes feast on the sleeping form in her bed. Sucking up the last of the whiskey, Smoke throws the empty bottle out the window and stumbles quietly back to bed, crawling in and stretching out beside the Dark Mage Hoplias, lying her head on his chest, listening to his heart beat as exhausted tears of confusion fall silently from the corners of her eyes. -------------------------- Message 444 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Aug 26 20:12:07 1996 CDT From: Tempest (#8382) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Bold and the Sexy: Episode 348: Life, Lust, and the Pursuit of Evil The children were sleeping again, finally. Tempest slipped out into the main room and stood near the fire. First their own parents, and now this. Rand and Renna had to remain safe. Tempest had promised Moonheart she would watch over his children like her own. She would not leave them now. But perhaps...***Yes, that would work,*** she thought to herself. Tempest would ask her sister Miryan to watch the children while she tended to the problems at hand. Moonheart had called late last night to ask if the children were allright. "Of course they are fine," she told him. "Why on earth are you calling in the middle of the night and waking us to ask?" Moonheart went told her of things...horrible things, and she felt the world grow darker around her. He told her the barn in the oasis had been burned, didn't she hear it? That the arsonist had been her own husband Red Fang. Red had left Braden in the barn for dead as the flames shot into the night. Her eyes raged with her own fire and fear. Moonheart went on... He had been present and watched as Red Fang made a deal with Morrigan. Red had talked of Embryon... That was enough to lead Tempest to think Red had made a deal with the devil himself. She shuddered. Renna cried out in her sleep. She had to tend on the children. The call was disconnected. Shaking her head, Tempest cleared her mind to focus on the next item at hand. The Federation. There was no way Red could have this kind of responsibility. Not if her thoughts of his dealings were right....oh Quinn...she could only hope she was wrong. Tempest's feet padded the floor silently as she paced. A meeting must be called immediately. She had to gather the Federation so that no control would be lost. Tempest knew she had the strength to do this. Her father's image flashed in her mind and she nodded silently to him and to herself. She would be strong. She stopped pacing and sat at the table to write the notice for the meeting. Finishing the document, she stood and trembled slightly. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked upon his chair, Red Fang's Throne, they called it. ***He is not the man I once fell in love with. He is not the man I married.*** She thought to herself. He had been acting strangely ever since that episode with Moonheart and Darius Lee... The way he looked at her was different, unnoticing, uncaring, but powerful...almost animalistic. She had heard the rumors of other women... ***If those are his choices then let it be so. He will not be allowed to treat me as a possession. I will not be possessed. I am strong.*** For so long she had been on her own...it had come full-circle again...and again she would face it... -------------------------- Message 445 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Aug 26 20:13:34 1996 CDT From: Tempest (#8382) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A Notice A NOTICE TO FEDERATION MEMBERS: There will be a meeting tonight (7:30pm MDT) at the Oasis. This is an urgent meeting. We will be discussing new assignments for guards. Please attend. Regards, Tempest -------------------------- Message 446 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Aug 26 21:29:46 1996 CDT From: Tempest (#8382) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Tonight's Federation Meeting First of all, thanks to those who made it to the meeting on such short notice. A meeting of the Federation was called to order this eve, Tempest presiding. She announced to those gathered that Red Fang was no longer in charge of the Federation. Tempest explained that she took control as she learned of Red's rages and seeming dealings with the devil himself, feeling he was incapacitated to do the tasks formerly required of him. She also announced that those who continue to follow Red will be considered AWOL and will be relieved of their Federation duties. The Federation Guard has been put on Full Alert and is instructed to guard the Oasis thoroughly. Tempest instructed that Red Fang must not be allowed near there as Moonheart's children remain there, also because Tempest wishes no further damage to any of the buildings or crops. The Federation is fully instructed to only strike at Red Fang if he strikes first. Federation members' primary duties are to protect the people around them and themselves from the rages of Red Fang. -------------------------- Message 447 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Aug 27 20:15:37 1996 CDT From: Tadewi (#3791) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Rumors in N'Orleans! Rumors bounce around in the R/T complex, originating from adventurers traveling to and from N'Orleans. It seems the Lady Tadewi, a frequent visitor of the R/T complex, has been missing for a bit now. Her cousin, Lady Xanadu, is reportedly not worried, being used to her cousin simply disappearing and being perfectly fine. One of the servants, Joline LeCroix, is a little more concerned though, noting that the Lady has never spent so much time away from her son without coming for him or coming at least to check on him. Rumors abound as to why she is suddenly gone. The official word from the Mystique House is that they will wait before becoming worried. -------------------------- Message 448 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 28 14:27:19 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Calling Part II Two souls clashed in violant battle for control, Red Fang was no longer in control as he lashed out and took Alluvia then the lady Tadewi beating them both severly. Anger swelled and he was no longer himself.. Then the wind blew... Red looked and saw his father scooping up his mother, her body racked with pain.. blood flowing from her nostrils and mouth. He said "sleep" and Red slept. Tulok ran and ran, then turning back he had lost sight of both his parents. That strange wind blowing.. Then he woke, he was safe in the den, but where was Motagwa and Fin'dawa.. Out hunting he figured and curled up and slept. Mother and Father were alive, the wind came and took them he though as he fell into a fitful sleep. The dark one would still be looking for him.. Tulok knew the dark one saw him run and would pursue. He had to hide now with the wolves, he would be safe in the den. A familur smell entered Tuloks nostrils, she was silent but he felt her there. Her words were scolding and he did not understand.. He attempted to explain so she would not scold, her voice softened and he felt her touch.. He tried to withdrawl but she was to near. Then she was gone again, the wolves howled in the distance and he knew he was safe as long as he did not come.. But deep down he knew that the dark one was near. -------------------------- Message 449 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 28 14:39:00 1996 CDT From: Cloak (#10500) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Those bloody robots! I had gone over to the R/T Compound to talk to a new recruit and we went into the Private Investigator's Office. A RSU unit known as Dreadnaught followed me in and informed that he worked for the Federation and that I was under arrest. (Actually, I think he said he was from the Federation, I had the whole Resistance/Federation thing on my mind so I could have just assumed.) He told to ask no questions and just to go with him. He made note of the fact I told him to 'Go to Hell' when he read me my 'rights.' When we had arrived in the middle of the Wastes, not really close to anything, he suddenly attacked me. I retalitated and fled back to the R/T compound. I radioed for my recruit and told him where I was was. He finally showed up and so did Dreadnaught. After running around the compound and attacking eachother, my recruit feel victim to my opponents hostility and was KO'd. I quickly grabbed the newbie and ran down to the R/T garage, pounding the shit out of the ship requester. And then, we were gone. Up into the Wasteland skies we went. The hum of the transport almost soothing. -------------------------- Message 450 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 28 14:56:18 1996 CDT From: Alluvia (#12737) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Changing minds. Alluvia had left the cell quietly, new thoughts flooding into her mind. Here, she had just talked to her captor in a strange state. He was as fearful as she had been not long ago when she was held in his tent. This man had changed since then she thought.. Changed drastically. It had been only a few days since Red had taken her. She remembers the blow, how she was left unconcious while he took her to his tent. She remembers waking up.. in great pain. Her hands were tied, feet bound, and she saw another face, Smoke.. in the same mannor as she. Red was violently mad... and as she stayed he got worse. He would swing at the slightest word... His manner was crude, cruel.. all the time she thought she would never forgive this.. never let his actions go. He almost killed me... Alluvia thought. She thought of the second night, when she awoke, wishing death to find Lady Tadew Alluvia thought. She thought of the second night, when she awoke, wishing death, to find Lady Tadewi in a terrible state. Red had broken her bones and beat her badly, and he would not stop. She thought that there would be no way to leave this hell. Alluvia stopped, mid thought, putting the pain and anger out of her head. She thought of the way Mantle had come... saving her and Lady Tadewi. How they had talked of something, but she was still too shaken. She thought of her dream that night... that same horrific nightmare come to play again... How she had thought Red was the devil... working with Embryon himself... All the blackness falling..... her soul being sucked away... as offering.. as Red had said. She turned to look again where she had come.. How she had crept into the dungeon noiselessly, falling in the shadows from fear... She knew she should not have come, but something drove her. Her talking was cold, errily frightening.. until he fell scared within himself. There was something about Red... no Tulok... when she had talked to him.. Something within him left... and he became as frightened as she was. "I must know.." she thought... calming her voice, listening to his story. PUtting what he had done in the back of her mind. She had held him, his mass frightened and scared for something she did not completely know of.. The Dark one wanted to kill him.. wanted to kill all of us...was he lost in his mind.. or truly scared.. "I must find Morrigan" she thought to herself...trying to make sense of it all.. -------------------------- Message 451 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 28 15:21:47 1996 CDT From: Tadewi (#3791) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Your Angels Speak With Jilted Tongues... Tadewi stretched, testing slightly stiff muscles. Mantle had healed her, but the memory of that pain was still there and sometimes her body forgot she no longer had those injuries. Her hipped ached a bit where he has thrust it back into the socket, but otherwise, she was fine. She stared at her arms and touched her face in amazement. Just the day before her face had been a mass of dark bruises and blood. Her jaw had been broken, her leg snapped, her hip out of place...and those were not the worst of her injuries. The cracked ribs had made it very difficult and painful to breathe. However, in a matter of moments, all of it was gone, made whole by Mantle's touch. Red Fang's actions had horrified her to her very core. Walking into that tent and finding Alluvia's unconcious body lying in the middle of a pool of her own blood...was more than her long bond of friendship with Red Fang could take. This only convinced her that he was beyond insanity, delving down into complete depravity of the beast. There was nothing she could do for him. Tadewi rose from her bed, stepping over the soft carpet to the Armoire to choose a new dress. Her favorite white silk had been torn to shreds and soiled beyond recognition. With a little rumaging, she found a similar dress, white with a laced bodice. It had a pale green sash instead of a blue one. As she slid it over her head and began tying the front, a thought struck her-- How had Red Fang escaped Morrigan's Tower in the first place? The thought made her stop and blink. She and Devon had captured Red Fang and locked him up there, hoping to extract Alluvia's location from him or at least keep him from calling Embryon down to take Alluvia's soul. Yet, not more than four hours later, he was sitting in the Round Room of the R/T Complex...waiting for her, ready to pounce on her with revenge screaming in his thoughts. So unprepared had she been that she barely had time to escape him and run north. It was a dead end and she was caught...and the rest was history. But how? How had Red escaped? Morrigan would have seen to it that he would never leave the Tower again for hurting his student. Tadewi sat on one of the chairs, slipping her boots over her feet. Snatching her katana from the rack on the wall, she left the Maison in a hurry. She needed to talk to Morrigan. -------------------------- Message 452 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 28 15:28:14 1996 CDT From: Slaughter (#14233) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Uhh, uhh, ahhhhhhh I was cruising down the highway in ghostwheel when i saw a man. He called himself Venom. He started staring at me. A deadly stare. I stared back at him then his eyes changed. They changed to the eye of a serpent. The thing started to become real real. He actually started to transform into something like a snake. His eyes glistened and he went histerical. He said "You stare into the eye of a serpent and know you'll pay for your doings, your family will die and everyone else you like." A snakecame from underneath his jacket attacking me with its big fangs. It got a hold of me and bit deep into my skin. I was in to much pain to scream. Then i blacked out. I woke up screaming in a hospital bed. I had lost my arm because of the bite of the snake. Then i thought What the hell was that thing???? ooc-I have robotic arms so i just got a new arm. -------------------------- Message 453 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 28 15:52:40 1996 CDT From: Cloak (#10500) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Resistance Meeting OK people, this is your last chance! It's getting to the point where this meeting has to be held to make sure The Resistance doesn't come to a complete halt. So far, I've recieved _ZERO_ responses about others attending and yet I've been having people page me and bump into me and ask to join. Would all who are interested quit being so lazy and just page me!!!! Say you wanna be at the meeting! You'll probably get accepted (99% chance) and you'll get a rank/position righ there on the spot..no waiting involved. We have uses for every type of skill and experience a character may have. [I'll warn you all now, if you want to join for another reason other than Cloak - Chief of OPS and Affairs to help the Resistance Ideals (you want crystals, armour, weapons,etc) you'll be disappointed) -------------------------- Message 454 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 28 15:54:02 1996 CDT From: Cloak (#10500) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: oops! well, I think you saw the mistake I made in the last post. I'm also sure you can figure out how the post goes. These editors are evil little things aren't they! -------------------------- Message 455 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 28 22:31:21 1996 CDT From: Tadewi (#3791) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Tragic Sighes... Tadewi collapsed to the obsidian floor of Morrigan's Tower. Her mind reeled with curses and excuses she flung at herself. Cristal had come at the worst time, catching Morrigan and Tadewi in a hug of more than a friendly nature in his Great Hall. Then his words and Cristals face rung in her ears and stained her memory. **I caused this, if I had broken the embrace as I knew I should have...** She looked at her reflection in the mirror-like wall and whispered softly, "We are even now, Morrigan...as you destroyed my life...I have now destroyed yours." -------------------------- Message 456 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 29 23:55:22 1996 CDT From: Cristal (#7366) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Another twist -- The Knife in the Back Cristal looked about her new surroundings...her new home, and sighed softly. She and Moonheart had planned to spend some time together, but not this way. No, not this way at all. The night before, Moonheart had spoken of his loneliness, his need for company. Now, it was to be for a long while. She and Moonheart had ventured back to Morrigan's Citadel to visit the imprisoned Red Fang. By chance, they came upon an intimate exchange between Morrigan and Tadewi. It was more than Cristal could bear. Her friend...and her love. God, how it hurt. There was really nothing she could do but to sever her ties with The Morrigan. She had no pride left to salvage. And the love that once burned so brightly in her heart was but a mound of ashes... Her eyes wandered the room, such umfamiliar surroundings. Shadows crept up around her..taunting her with the absence of sunlight. Cursing the knife in her back, she looked over at Moonheart, sleeping soundly. She then leaned over her best friend's sleeping body, kissing his forehead softly. Her tears snaking down her cheeks, she watched him for hours. -------------------------- Message 457 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Aug 30 16:07:26 1996 CDT From: Synge (#12541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The menace of Deathlurks... chapter 1. Synge overheard the conversation on how Cloak had been attacked by the robot Dreadnaught, which angered him slightly. **I thought he was on the good guys side..... hmmm**, as he walked down into the guest chamber. all of the sudden, he saw it. The Dreanaught. He quickly asked the RSU why he had attacked Cloak, and it responded with it had no memory of the actions... curious, I decided to use my robotics tech and examine more closely the situation. I commanded Dreadnaught to shut off, (Using my level 5 access), and I took him to the R/T Infirmary. I set it down on the medical bay, and opened his main access panel. I hooked my wrist console into its main Database, and began to recover lost files that had somehow been deleted intentionally. I soon discovered by reading Dread's lost files, that it had been Tampered with by Deathlurks, using Cheetah's Fighting verb program against others. I quickly did my own changing, and made the user 'Deathlurks', non existant. and I was amazed to find out that I had been given level 1 access by Dreadnaughts' main computer core, and I quickly jotted down the rest of the access users. I also gave cloak level 2 access, since I had to repay him for what dreadnaught did. then, I placed Dreadnaughts' main access panel back on, and walked away, tired and groggy. ----------------------------------------The End----------------------------------------- -------------------------- Message 458 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Aug 30 17:36:29 1996 CDT From: Yzryel (#5314) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Retconned tp Earlier today a small tp was set off concerning myself, my dragon, and a few other players. Due to certain circumstances, the tp is retconned. Any questions, @mail me. -------------------------- Message 459 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Aug 31 14:57:59 1996 CDT From: Naxos (#9972) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: capture of the devil priest, Zorgash. Naxos wandered into the r/t, he was looking for some more guards for the law summit when he came upon Zorgash. Oh he remembered the priest who tried to attack him, he remembered what he had said of how his god was greater than Meloth, lord of the submariners. ZOrgash continued to spit out blasphemy, speaking of dreadlords, and how the reach would not be safe, the Warden tired of standing by and watching took action. Zorgash flew from the round room into the library, thinking he could hide in shadows Naxos glad biotechnology scanned for life found the priest and leapt into action. Naxos bested Zorgash taking his unconcious form to the reach, where he would be held till the triumvirate would speak with him. Naxos collected the priest supplies, and while he was noticed the strage tattoo of EIC on his forearm, Naxos knew of the dreadlords he spoke of now, he recognized the filth that was Zillah, and her plaything, the submariner Sasha. Naxos thought about what he could do to get this to the mariners advantage, perhaps the coawrds of the evil order would trade one traitor for another. Naxos, healed the priest up and left for his other duties, he returned one last time to check that the prisoner was sealed in and secured, he left. -------------------------- Message 460 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Aug 31 15:15:49 1996 CDT From: Rathe (#14172) To: *Storylines (#5236), *RPG (#1193), *Character-Issues (#5282), *Chat (#5391), and *mages (#11664) Subject: TP Meeting... Was considering that, due to the recent state of Ghostwheel TPs (read: Boring), a meeting concerning possible future TPs might be a good idea.. Magic/Tech/Exploration/whatever.. Discussed it with a few others, This sunday, 7pm CST seems like a good time.. Any wiz presence would be appreciated. Most likely meeting place, the OOC chat room.. `@go OOC' I think it is? Oh, and please, no suggestions like `The Miss Ghostwheel pageant'.... --Rathe -------------------------- Message 461 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Aug 31 17:06:38 1996 CDT From: Griffen (#9676) To: *submariners (#8388) and *Storylines (#5236) Griffen looked around his crystal dome, drinking in his last memories. He gazed at the beautiful murals on the walls, and sighed. "Yes, I will miss this place." Opening his banded chest, he gathered the last of his equipment. Without another look, he departed the dome, locking it securely behind him. Griffen stopped off at the stables to bid a farewell to his hound. He speaks softly as he rubs slightly webbed digits over the slick fur, "What changes I have seen here since I have arrived, neptune. This used to be a place of great honor and joy. A shelter, if you would like, from my old life." Griffen sighs dramatically, "But all we do now is quibble. Past leaders are missing, and news ones just pop and here and there. We are thrown into battle unknowing, and continue the fight after secret treaties have been made. This is NOT how I wish to continue my life. We have carved out a life in this reach, under the eye of aesirs, krakken, dragon turtles. But we survive, we endure." Griffen snorts in contempt, "But now we give up our strength and safety to groups of the deep. How do they know of our concerns? And we argue over what to do. This is not what I imagined, neptune." He continues, "So I've decided to seek out a place where we can LIVE under the waves, not merely survive. Where I could dance with a fair submariner maiden under the refracted moonlight among the coral and sea fans. Goodbye, neptune. I don't know where I'm heading, or if I'll survive. But I don't want to put you through it." Griffen turns away, and passes out of the Reach, leaving the coral formations behind him. "If only my lord Elendil was here...but alas. Farewell." The deep scout continues to a general northwest direction, swimming lazily. ...time passes..... Faint noises of battle drift under the waves. -------------------------- Message 462 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Aug 31 20:03:50 1996 CDT From: Alluvia (#12737) To: *mages (#11664), *The-Association (#8107), and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: An interesting communication. I sat within the calm warm room of the hatchery with my husband, watching the newborn Dragons play happily... my communicator suddenly went off with a beep and I rushed out the room to answer it.. "Odd, " I thought to myself, "Who would page me now?" I quickly answered the request, and heard a voice I had not heard before. The voice called for help... "Help Griffen" it said rather pleadingly. I had never met this man before, but he looked in great danger. I asked for his location, and in garbled speak he finally explained. The undersea. When I told my husband, we flew quickly..only to find the one Griffen screaming and howling, sprawled out along the sand by the sea, mumbling of a lost battle, and how his sword had failed him. He cried of the noises within his head, the awful crying screams that he immitated. His voice would moan, then let off the shrill cry of a man in pain. I healed his physical injury with my mage gift... but that would not stop his pain.. He would not be calmed, and I feared there was little or my husband could do. We tried to sedate him, his body lashing back and forth. I watched slightly irked, as my husband knocked him cold with a whip of his sword. There was nothing else we could do. We flew swiftly back to the Infirm, where I could better contain him, and try to listen to his pleas for help. He again spoke of the same words, the samepleas for help.. for his sword. For death to something.. He talked of fighting and loosing, the louder his voice became, the more people began flooding in. His movements about the table would not relent, until the blind Priestess Sylph came quietly into the room, escorted by her gaurd Cora. Sylph's nature was calm and soothing, and she looked over at Griffen with a soft, patient smile. She placed her wand close to the delerious man, and immediately anger subsided. Upon his countenance lied a look of peace and contentment. Many had gathered in this room by now, some trying to help, others taunting and causing a general trouble. I saw the Magister Morrigan, followed closely by Lady Tadewi. It was decided then, that the field hospital would be a safe place to lie the delierious patient. Comments flew here and there, but I merely looked on at the patient, waiting to move him. He was carried to the hospital, often waking from his sleep, in fits of words and fear. It seemed the girl Cora had a weapon that frightened him.. he often told that it went through his stomach, leading to a lengthy explaination of how it had been left there. None the less, after a great deal of time, we led Griffen to the hospital's awaiting room.. The Seeker, and Association member Diancecht was kind, allowing us to deposit the rather tired Griffen upon the surgery table. He talked of much (griffen) while kept in his dreamy state. I could not find all the answers, but it seemed as if, perhaps the Priestess knew. His words were spoken to her, as if they were friends .. deep aquantiances. His mood became sedate, and I watched on, still close by my husband. I waited until he was asleep, then walked out the surgery door. "Such an odd way to start a Morning." I thought to myself. -------------------------- Message 463 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Sep 1 08:26:58 1996 CDT From: Wren (#12081) To: *Storylines (#5236) The night was moonless. In the roiling swells of the storm whipped Pacific the vessel's captain reluctantly pitched one crate after another into the gale's hungry maw, jettisoning his valuable cargo. Above the roar of water and wind comes the bone jangling crack of the mizzen mast splintering in half. In the fo'c'sle, lashed safely to her bunk, the lady Lamia listens and knows they will never make port. -------------------------- Message 464 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Sep 1 15:40:01 1996 CDT From: Griffen (#9676) To: *submariners (#8388), *Storylines (#5236), and Griffen (#9676) Griffen awoke on a strange bed, gently rocking in the Priestess Sylph's arms. He looks up, wondering what has occurred. .o0 ( What have I done? What does she expect...and why..why now? After all this time of yearning. ) He casts his eyes around the room, noticing the hospital-like conditions and Cora, the protector, standing off to a side. .o0 ( Why am I here? Aaaahhhaahhhh!! My ears!!! The aesirs and noice! Oh, that noise! What is such a hellish instrument that they have built. I fear for our safety. ) Griffen listens softly as Sylph explains that he was found, broken and wailing, just above the waves. He feels safe for now, but wonders why Sylph looks at him with a new light shining forth from her eyes. He begins to draw back, not wanting to embarrass Sylph and dishonour her name by presuming to much. But Sylph seems not unwilling, and Griffen begins to trust himself again. .o0 (I must show Sylph this grotto. 'Tis a beauty that is only matched by her divine visage. ) They leave the hospital, Griffen valiently fighting through the cainids to seek passage to Woods Hole from the Banzai. The arrive safely, and slip into the waves. He swims forward, stronger. Thankfully, Sylph asks Cora to leave, so that they may be alone. .o0 ( Perhaps my...love...is not unreturned. Here is the grotto now. I would like to reside here with...my love.) But Griffen does not wish to return to the Reach. He seems to no longer wish to live there, after Lamia's betrayal and new tritons arriving daily. He cannot understand such quick change. And Elendil's death was just learned while swimming on the way to the grotto. But Sylph, Priestess and new Tritoness, has duty to the reach. He asks for her hand in union, blessed by the Grieving Queen. She appears torn in indecision, them promises to return to him after prayer. Griffen despairs her leaving, but returns to his tent to await her answer. Griffen dreams of his dead family that night. -------------------------- Message 465 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Sep 2 10:40:09 1996 CDT From: Elric (#13003) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: An interesting day It had been a long day running around the wasteland. I was on Ghostwheel, running in a few bellifloras to end the day and get a few more crystals. Then a ROUS started to bug me so I chased it down to the Junkyard and repaid the favor. As I was about to claim the crystals from its corpse, a female figure rises out of the well. It was Smoke. I grinned and greeted her!!! A checkpoint has begun. Prepare for a few minutes oe time, AKA "LAG". ^R grinned and greeted her as I did all the time; she grinned back and then laughed. Before I could ask what was funny, she swung at me with her sledge hammer, wounding me severely. I didn't have time to take a swing at her !!! The checkpoint has finished; The world is saved once more. ^R at her, because after her next hit, everything went black. I awoke in a tent, almost dead, Smoke sitting in fron of me laughing insanely. A man was sleeping nearby, one who I had met before. Hoplias? Well that was of little consequence now. I still had all of my possessions on my person, so I proceeded to heal myself. Smoke swung at me again, knocking me out once more. When I awoke she had taken my medkit and communicator. "You want me to heal you?" she asked. "Then BEG me to heal you! On your knees boy!" Hmmm... This was very peculiar behaviour from Smoke, she and I were always friends... I just grinned at her and proceeded to heal myself sans medkit..she grinned too. I noticed now she had a bottle of whiskey in her hand (this gets significant later). She started interrogating me, but she was unsure as to what she wanted to know. She just told me to tell her a secret I knew. I shrugged. She smiles. "Tell me or I'll make you run around naked." I blinked. This had definitely peaked my curiousity. PLaying for time I asked her, "Well, what do you want to know?" She paused. Nothing. Then, she got this confused look on her face, looked all around the tent as if she had never seen it before..then looked at me. SHe smiled again. "What the hell are you doing in my tent?" I blinked again. Was she in a state of drunken delirium? Under a spell perhaps? I wanted to know more...so I kept going instead of getting the hell out of there which is what I REALLY wanted to do. "I don't know. Somebody hit me from behind, things went black and I woke up in here." True enough. She mulled that through her brain, and looked on her person. "Oh, I seem to have your medkit and communicator... How did I get those?" She gave them to me, I started healing myself and I just shrugged. She noticed my injuries and inquired after them, and I told her that whoever knocked me out must have done that as well. She got out a medkit and started to heal me. "Odd...I," I thought to myself. "She seems like the same old Smoke now, but for a minute there..." I still wanted to find out more about what had happened. Why did she abduct me? I had no weapons, armor or large sums of crystals that would interest her. Surely any knowledge I had, she knew as well. WE went to the Espada Lodge, she wanted a drink, and I was still curious. She finished off her whiskey, and ordered another one, which she finished off rather quickly and ordered yet another one. Perhaps this was the problem? THen she drew her flashover, and pointed the blade at my chest. (OOC sorry for the checkpoint info and ^R's in my post...I got disconnected in the middle of typing this and didn't want to retype so I just copied and pasted) She threatened me again, wanted me to pull down my pants. Now this had gone from interestingly curious to a sort of insanity. I was no longer curiouse, I just wanted out of there now. SHe had obviously had too much to drink and it was playing games in her mind. I pushed away the flashover with my broadsword and was about to question her about this when HawkEye walked in. I grinned. Under normal circumstances, I would not have enjoyed his appearance, but right now it might either calm Smoke down, or distract her enough for me to get away....or something... She grins at him, the greet each other, then she swings at him twice with her flashover, sending him scurrying west. I was asking her why she had done this (I believed her and Hawkeye to be better friends than her and I), and then she swung at me, everything went black again.... Damn but that was getting to be an annoying habit. I awoke some time later in the Meditation room, severely wounded again, but I had possession of everything. I attempted to heal myself but I was too injured...I needed to get to the infirmary now... I pushed myself up with my sword and struggled out of the lodge. I found a broadsword and a communicator a little way down the road. The communicator was Smoke's, and the broadsword...who knows.... I'm guessing that measn that she took hawkeye as she took me...if this was indeed his broadsword. I could sort that out later... I trudged my way to the Crossroads where I was killed by a red belliflora as I attempted to ask the Lady Tadewi (who I saw standing there) for medical assisstance. Anyone who's ever been to the Eagle knows what follows. I woke in my tent, brain spinning wildly...I went back to Ghostwheel (for revenge perhaps?) and fought anything in my way...I ate the crystals and regained my sanity before I went on some fruitless quest to avenge myself to Smoke. I just left.... I sit now and ponder in my tent...what the heck was it all about? Well I had let my curiousity rule for enough time today...sleep came quickly and much welcomed.... -------------------------- Message 466 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Sep 2 19:11:23 1996 CDT From: Rathe (#14172) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Fire.. The wasteland times, Friday July 17th, 2636 Some people may have noticed a short fire on ghostwheel today, and almost anyone travelling through will notice the charred cabin. Arson is suspected, but Some people may have noticed a short fire on ghostwheel today, and almost anyone travelling through will notice the charred cabin. Arson is suspected, but there are no known witnesses. In an un-related incident, three people where seen running across the wheel earlier today, carrying a large wooden keg and laughing like maniacs. -------------------------- Message 467 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Sep 3 13:51:42 1996 CDT From: Tadewi (#3791) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: You're Invited! Lady Tadewi de Mystique and Magister Morrigan of The Association cordially invite all friends and family to join them in celebration of their wedding vows. This will take place in N'Orleans at the Maison de Mystique and there will be a reception following. OOC: It's all set to happen this Sunday, Sept. 8, at 7:30 CDT, 8:30 EDT. Come on in and have fun with it. *wink* -------------------------- Message 468 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Sep 3 16:11:03 1996 CDT From: HawkEye (#13678) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: News Wasteland Press Mon Jul 20 A large oak tree was seen burning in flames, the witness...err well there were no witnesses as of who started the fire but the Oak tree was burned to a crisp later that day a charred elf was found.... -------------------------- Message 469 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Sep 3 16:12:14 1996 CDT From: HawkEye (#13678) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: News again Oh yeah the fire is still burning have fun -------------------------- Message 470 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Sep 4 10:44:37 1996 CDT From: Kynwal (#1610) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: OOC Note on previous two posts We have no elves here on Ghostwheel. -------------------------- Message 471 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Sep 4 16:14:45 1996 CDT From: Rathe (#14172) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: heh.. Well, *I'm* an elf (sorta).. If anyone cares to read my .plan, I'm a product of genetic engineering, made to appear, and, yes, smell like an elf. I'm who Hawkeye was referring to :) -Rathe -------------------------- Message 472 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Sep 4 17:42:41 1996 CDT From: Sylph (#5512) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Musings Sylph walks into her sleeping room, letting the curtain fall back behind her and leaving Cora muttering at her back in the living dome. She lays her bag and staff to the side and sits on her bed. Her eyes, blind to all but light and dark yet see so much, seem to stare off into the distance. "Why did I not know sooner? So many things I did not know, could not stop." She rubs her face in her hands, stands and undresses before climbing into her bed. Sleepless, she thinks back over the events of the last few days. Exhausted from the events and her long, lonely swim back to the Reach, she went over it all again. First Meloth came and told her she is the new Tritoness of the people. How was she to mend damage done by betrayal? How did she help to lead her people back to peace and tranquility? Her thoughts fly toward a man and his obsidian dragon. She shakes her head violently, pushing him from her mind. Forcing her thoughts back to here, now, to the People and her Goddess. She thinks back to yesterday. Sitting at her loom, working the shuttle back and forth as her patterns began to form, her mind seemed overcome with thoughts of Deep Scout Griffen. Why? The her vison showed his in pain, anguish on the sandy beach near Wood's Hole. She rushed from her Dome, Cora fast behind, muttering of wild goose chases. Coming to the beach, Cora found signs of a possible struggle, then the deep imprints of a dragon. She had Cora guide her to the R/T Infirmary, and there found Griffen in pain and anguish. Screaming out of injuries and something high pitched, that hurt, maiking him lose consciousness. She found him surrounded by drylanders and a dragonrider she recognised. She had placed her body between the others and Griffen, she barely noticed as Cora snarled and stood between her and the others as she bent to calm Griffen as he thrashed upon the medical bay. She laid her hand upon the Deep Scouts forehead, her staff pulsing with power and its rainbow hued light.. A stranger entered the infirmary, accompanied by her old friend Tadewi. He introduced himself as Morrigan, Magister of the Association. He sized up the situation and offered to lead Sylph, taking Griffen to the Hospital on the Wheel. A young woman named Alluvia came also, helping Sylph keep Griffen calmed. She was the one to find Griffen and bring him to the Infirmary. After musch trouble keeping griffen calm, they made it to the Hospital, where Association Mage-healer Diancet checked over Griffen, placing him in the ward. She had stayed with the Deep Scout, speaking soothingly to him, holding him as his delirium grew worse. He spoke of taking his 'love' to a special place, repeating over and over of their being together. Delirium! it had to be!~ "How could he be saying these things and meaning me. It had to be another." Why did that thought hurt somewhere deep? Sylph remembered the Rider, strong, vibrant, the great dragon beneath her as she rested in his arms. She told herself that no one would touch her heart when she left him. it was needful, he belonged to the skies and she to her people. What was this stirring she felt? When he woke, he seemed much improved, seeming embarrassed he pulled away from her arms, leaving them achingly empty. He was embarrased that he had raved, and lain in her arms. She asked him of what had happened and he told her he must show her something. Thinking he wished to show the place of his injury, she followed him to the sea. He looked at Cora and said he could protect Sylph, so she had asked Cora to return to the Reach. Griffen lead her a far distance, when they came to a beautiful grotto and to her surprise and a sudden fullness of her heart, spoke of his love, asking her to remain with him. He planned not to return to the Reach. Griffen. The place he took her to, a gift of love, could be her home if she turned her back and swam away. "NO!" She throws her legs over the side of the bed and pads silently out to the other room, the recirculated air cold on her bare skin. Hearing Cora's snoring, she sits down at her table, picking up her tools, begins work on the carving before her of two small children swimming, clinging to the back of a giant sea turtle. -------------------------- Message 473 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Sep 5 11:23:03 1996 CDT From: Tadewi (#3791) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Morning Smiles, Like the Face of a Newborn Child... Tadewi sat up in bed, drawing the quilt around her body as she rubbed the sleep from one eye. The room was quiet, save the soft flicker of a candle flame and the sound of Morrigan's breathing as he slept. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, getting up slowly, quietly, and reached for her clothing strewn on a nearby chair. She watched Morrigan as she tied the lacing of her bodice and sat down a moment to slide on her boots. She could hardly believe she was with him again, a dream she thought impossible. She stood and padded lightly to the bed, stroking his cheek with her hand. He stirred slightly, murmuring his love for her as he he still slept. She felt her heart flutter and tears welled up in her eyes. She leaned over and kissed his cheek, whispering, "And I love you too." Her eyes lingered on him a moment longer before she left the Sanctuary. There were things to do and people to talk to. She was to be married to Morrigan very soon and there were still too many loose ends. The Maison workers were busy, her dress was made, but invitations still needed to be sent to the Submariner Nation and to the DragonRiders of Mt. Morlith. Tadewi sighed. Weddings were supposed to be happy times, yet she had not heard of one ever being easy. Her footsteps echoed down the stairs as she decended into the Great Hall. Her blurry image floated along the mirror-like Obsidian walls as she moved, a white angel caught in perpetual darkness. A sound caught her ears then, a pitiful howling. Red Fang. Tadewi frowned and started to move towards the dungeon stairs, but stopped herself. Red Fang was not hers to deal with and Morrigan did not like her going down there, especially not now. He was taking no risks with her, now that she was confirmed to be carrying his child. She stood there a moment longer, listening, hesitating. Then she traveled through the mage gate, finding herself standing next to Morrigan's Obsidian Servant under the harsh sun of the Wastelands. She smirked to herself, Morrigan always knew when she was leaving. Then began her journey to the R/T Complex. She needed to reach N'Orleans again soon. There was still much to be done. -------------------------- Message 474 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Sep 7 14:43:09 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: voices in the dark Darkness surrounded Red as he lay huddled in his corner of the dungeon, it had been days and no one came.. He could hear the squeaking of some small rodent and with skill and prowlness he pounced taking the small animal and biting its head off and chewing. Its warmth revived Red and he looked around his holdings. Growling softly to himself in the silence of the room, Darkone can't find me here, I safe. But mother should come again she afraid Tulok though. Father want Tulok to come home but me know how.. Where Motagwa she show me. Laying back in his corner he huddled tightly against the darkness falling into a fitful sleep. Dreaming of a fair doe that shimmered in the night, Red thought he could see a tear falling from her dark and thoughtful eyes. -------------------------- Message 475 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Sep 7 16:22:34 1996 CDT From: Remembrance (#13681) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Return The lone figure in dusty red robes walked over the bridge, stopped and lifted their head to look up at the R/T Tower. The cowl fell back, revealing the face of a tired young woman. She quickly brought it back up over her head, concealing her features. The hooded head turns from one side to the other, then back to the tower. Her shoulders straighten and she moves toward the sandlock. -------------------------- Message 476 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Sep 7 17:24:56 1996 CDT From: Strafe (#12217) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A public notice... Let it be known that Rahnee Shar was born today to Strafe and DarkAngel, in their home on Mount Morlith. Both parents are over joyed with their child, and plan to stay that way. ooc: Ok, kinda simple, I know. But, such things should be simple. :) -------------------------- Message 477 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Sep 8 19:06:19 1996 CDT From: Yjezra (#5288) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: @Dispelled from the Mount Ykorasvitch has been exiled from the Mount for his volotile and violent tempoer and for threatening the death of a Dragon. He and his dreragonFirend Zyrr'alyran are no longer to enter Morlith. "Yjezra is seeking a divorce as quickly as possible. -------------------------- Message 478 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Sep 8 19:12:01 1996 CDT From: Yjezra (#5288) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Addendum My appologies for the typoes. My kb is in bad shaope. -------------------------- Message 479 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Sep 8 19:20:04 1996 CDT From: Tadewi (#3791) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Slight delay on the wedding. The wedding is being delayed until 8 pm CDT (9 EDT) so Morrigan can get a few things finished. *grin* Anytime people want to start heading for the Maison in N'Orleans is fine, though. Taddypole -------------------------- Message 480 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Sep 8 19:23:09 1996 CDT From: Morrigan (#10469) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Ok Ok... OK OK...so I'm so nervous I've chewed the feathers off my Crow...eh? ;) Sorry for the delay.... Morrigan -------------------------- Message 481 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Sep 9 11:39:56 1996 CDT From: Moonheart (#6143) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Red Fang tp Deciding to check in on Red, Moonheart journied to Morrigan's tower in the wasteland. Upon entering the dungeon he was struck by a sad site.. Red was huddled up on the corner shivering and in tears. He was muttering things also, Mother and Father no come, Tulok bad.. Doe lady sad.. Red didn't resist as Moonheart carefully fed him some herbs which made him relax then fall into a deep sleep.. Then Moonheart taking Red returned home to his tower to take care of his friend. -------------------------- Message 482 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Sep 9 16:45:34 1996 CDT From: Tadewi (#3791) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: And Two Became One. Tadewi stood in the hallway, just outside the Maison's ballroom. She nervously smoothed her dress and checked the bouquet in her hands, straightening the flowers. She could hear everyone's voices, soft muffled talking, echoing from the doors. It was time. With a deep breath, she opened the double doors, gliding into the room... The room was lit by softly glowing candles placed in the huge chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Everyone on the benches turned as she entered, smiles greeting her. Her hearted soared as she walked down the path between them to take her place between Morgann and Alluvia. She couldn't take her eyes off of him, the man she would spend enternity with... The ceremony went smoothly, with only a few loud interruptions from the nymph, Saraphina, and a bit of tension as Stalinger asked if anyone had any objections to her and Morgann being wed. Tadewi didn't look behind her, but could feel eyes darting towards Deckard. He remained silent, however, and soon Tadewi heard the words, 'husband and wife' and Morgann was kissing her; she was his wife at last. The party that followed was loud and fun, with music from Rathe, fine dining provided by Yggidrasil and cake made by Joline, chatting and congradulating the bride and groom or cooing over Yshar and DarkAngel's new baby, Rahnee. It was a night to remember for a lifetime. Maybe two. -------------------------- Message 483 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Sep 9 17:08:20 1996 CDT From: Yjezra (#5288) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Rumors 1) Several dragon eggs have hatched on the Mount. DragonRiders are looking for canidates. (Must be excellent RPers, able to stay in character and not drop into OOC continually.) 2) There is an dragon egg on the Mount that has not hatched. Could it be the one Fisuer tried to steal? 3) Brinn avoids the unhatched egg. -------------------------- Message 484 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Sep 9 22:11:27 1996 CDT From: Braden (#11973) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A turn of Justice Braden snickered as he returned to his room, the fools the thought. They set the rules, now justice of another kind would be played out. Yalon would be missing more than a few fingers this time. If I can't have the woman, then he certainly shall not... Alluvia was a fine looking girl and Braden had to admit that she did touch his heart but she also was the woman of that man.. Braden settled down in his chair and picked up his book, It don't matter she'll be dead in three days and no one suspects anything.. If I can pull this off in broad day light with a host of people around the profit will shortly be coming in again. Zillah's poison started working fast, she's a talented woman that one is. I enjoy working with such a professional. Was just what the doctor ordered. Braden closed his book unable to read, Tomorrow I'll check on the girl, perhaps whisper sweet nothings to her and distract her mind from him. -------------------------- Message 485 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Sep 10 15:51:49 1996 CDT From: Reah (#12504) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Little Sara Reah looks about her room, clothes strewn about the floor, the empty leather pocket, Thera tied to the bed, blood dripping from the gash on her forehead, dripping slowly onto the floor, causing a black red pool of sticky goo.... Laughing softly Reah pokes at Thera, "Looks like Hawkeye got to you.....well better him then me...knowing your preferences." Reah laughs again at the unconscious Thera, "Stupid bitch, bringing little Saraphina here...then letting her escape with the magic crystal, but the 6000 crystals Hawkeye took from you will keep me happy for a while...." Reah picks a brown collar up off the floor, Saraphinas collar, slipping the collar on, Reah smiles, "You will be mine little Sara...very very soon....Im sure Thera will trade going to visit the eagle with your capture....and this time...... I will be prepared...." -------------------------- Message 486 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Sep 10 21:09:50 1996 CDT From: Tempest (#8382) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A child in a man's body.... It was late when Moonheart rang her comm. He said he had her husband safe in his tower and was caring for him. She ached to see him, and Moonheart, knowing her longing, came immediately to assist her in reaching the Water Tower. When her eyes adjusted to the soft light, she finally saw her husband...or the shell of him at least, cowered in the corner. Red Fang was huddled and whimpering softly like a child. She couldn't believe this was the same man who had terrorized so many not so long ago. She looked to Moonheart with wide, questioning eyes, and when he nodded, she approached her husband cautiously. At first he snapped at her, huddling further into the corner, but finally she eased her arms around him, holding him as if a child, and speaking sooting words in his ear. Oh how he had changed! Moonheart believed the change was the result of the spell cast to assist Darius Lee so many weeks ago. Red Fang spoke as Tulok, as a child. He wanted Motagwa to come and help him. Tempest knew a little about Red's past, but not all that much. He spoke of the dark one and of the doe lady. Tempest sat rocking him, trying to understand what he was talking about. She asked Moonheart if he knew of the one Red Fang called the doe lady, and indeed he did. It was because of the doe lady's request that Moonheart had watched over Red Fang these many years. Tempest left quietly with pain in her heart. She knew not what she could do for her husband, but she knew she must try to bring him back...for his sake and for hers. She needed him and she loved him deeply. This huddled child in the corner was not the man she married... -------------------------- Message 487 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Sep 11 17:30:26 1996 CDT From: Kynwal (#1610) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: An Ic letter distributed around the R/T Denizens of the R/T building and beyond I am writing this letter to make all aware of the treachery capable by the so called Association and, it shames me to say, the Riders of Morlith. While on the R/T helipad with my rider, two humans began to repeatedy insult and taunt me. After bearing much insolence I clipped each of them with my talon as a warning. I did not try to kill them though I could of easily have done so. I am sure many of you would have reacted in a similar manner. And then as a larger crowd gathered two dragons from Morlith arrived. The first dragon left in a hurry, the second a mere hatchling actually attacked me! Again, I had done nothing to initiate hostilities. And then before i knew what was happening members of the association were also attacking me! My rider tried to defend me and was brutally subdued. I picked up one of the lesser mages when he went unconscious so he was not crushed underfoot. And the hatchling kept attacking! Hitting myself and the human I had in my grasp. Distraught and woefully outnumbered I took to the air, forgetting I had the human in my grasp. The hatchling followed still wishing to destory me I imagine. Ater we exchanged my blows my rage over came my judgement and I grounded the hatchling. I released the human and combat ensued again. I knocked the arrogant hatchling unconscious and it was within my rights to slay her. But I spared her life. The mere fact that the Association would atttack without provocation is bad enough. But for a dragon from Morlith to do so is a tragedy. I fear for the life of my rider int heir hands. Ellyw al Skaa'ir Written by Cedric, Court scribe, Order of the Wyrm -------------------------- Message 488 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Sep 12 15:31:50 1996 CDT From: Rantan (#13530) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A note.... I was sitting at my desk dong some research when i noticed a bird fly in threw an open window. It was a pigeon and it had a note attached onto its leg, so i took the note off the bird and read it. It said: Dear Someone/Anyone, This is a man named Dingo. Im prisonner in a cabin. A mysterious tall man who carries around a bow and arrow has me hostage in a cabin somehere. He has beaten my right hand and leg so i cant walk, or write but i managed to do this with my left hand. I need someone to help me. He has me hostage and beats me every day. He ties me down to a chair and spits on me and pees on me. PLease help me. PLEASE HELP. If you got this please tell anyone who can help. ***************************************************************** I recieved this note today and reporting to all citizens to help a man in need. He needs help. Call me to help organize a party of rescuce. ooc:sorry bout the spelling. -------------------------- Message 489 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Sep 12 16:01:36 1996 CDT From: Freiga (#12737) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Another sick one.. I walked in on the girl Alluvia, only this morning, her face starting to return to it's healthy state once again. I set some warm tea made of various herbs on the table next to her, and woke her up carefully... "Alluvia, wake up... I brought you something to build your strength up. " She opened her eyes, sighing slightly.. "Freiga is that you?", she asked me, moving her head about the room, "I .. I can't tell anymore.... " I quickly held the warm cup to her lips, letting her sip. The Lady Yjezra had told me of her possible blindness, and that she had lost her sight from the effects of her illness.. I did not know exactly what had happened, I had only wandered into her room, to check on her, make sure that she was as comfortable as I could make her. After Alluvia had finished, I sat down next to her, watching carefully, "Dear, what happened?", I held her hand, warm and young, as she started to tell as best as she could, what had happened to her... Alluvia: All I remember, was walking into the lounge, and meeting with Braden. We had been on strange and bizzare terms for awhile... he having this infatuation for me. I thought it had been resolved... He bought me a drink, a soda...but... It tasted so strange, peculiar. I felt the most horrific dizzying spell... my entire body, trembling... my head spinning dizzily.. I don't remember much of what happened, but I was taken to the Mount, and Yjezra.. She tried desprately to make me feel better. It was such a strange feeling, Freiga..." I held her hand tightly, just nodding, as though she could see me... Alluvia: "Days passed.. and I felt my body in such pain... as if it was being eaten allive by whatever poisoned me. I was so frightened... My husband was close to me... and ... I thought I would die... that I would leave him and never come back. That is what truly scared me the most... I knew he was hurting... and to mix with his own battles... with Saraaka and that dragon... I... I was so scared. Yesterday, when the Magus and Yjezra came back... I had fallen blind.. This poison was truly out to kill... and .. I did not know why. I was scared... lost...I thought I would die... They made me drink of this blend... I prayed that it would work... I was carried into a room by my adoring husband... I felt... so hot. When I felt the bed under me again.. Safe... then told to drink another mixture.. "Let it all go away," I thought to myself... drifting into sleep... peaceful sleep. NOw, I am with you, still lost within the dark.. My body does not tremble anymore as it did.. I think the mixture worked.. I think this awful poison is away... " She smiled softly, still holding the cup in her hands, a small tear trickling down her cheek. I hugged her tightly, walking back to the kitchen of the Mount. "Poor thing," I thought to myself, letting the curtian fall behind me. -------------------------- Message 490 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Sep 12 16:02:18 1996 CDT From: Freiga (#12737) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: too many i's ooc sorry guys... major problem with the I's ... hehehe oh well.. alluvia -------------------------- Message 491 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Sep 12 18:43:54 1996 CDT From: Baltisaar (#10734) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *mages (#11664) Subject: In Darkness We Stand - TA:Chronicle, Prologue. Evening found Baltisaar at his Jizo home studying one of the many tomes The Morrigan, his teacher, had set forth for him. As he was reading, a thought entered his mind. 'Apprentice', it said, 'are you out there...?' Thinking that sounded like The Morrigan himself, he responded, and was asked to meet Morrigan at the Earth Tower. He got dressed and went, moving as quickly as the slow transports would let him. He finally arrived at the GhostWheel, and set out for the tower. Upon entering the tower, he noticed that Morrigan, and his newly married wife, Lady Tadewi, were there. Baltisaar bowed to them both. 'As summoned, I have appeared, teacher, Lady Tadewi... How may I be of service?' said Baltisaar quietly. Morrigan greeted Baltisaar, and inquired as to whether he had the Daughter of Storms. Baltisaar nodded, and drew the mystic sword, small tongues of electricity arced from it to the floor. Morrigan took the sword, and sheathed it in its scabbard, then looked back at the young Seeker, 'Now... instructions for you, Baltisaar, my apprentice...', said the magister. Morrigan informed him of his plan to reside at the Fire Tower for several days, spending time with his new wife, and basically taking a small vacation so that he could recover from all the stress that he had gained due to the Spectre/Embryon problem. Then, The Morrigan looked Baltisaar in the eyes and stated the following, 'While I am gone, _YOU_ are the head of the Association.' Balti's jaw hit the floor with a resounding thud, and Morrigan continued, ignoring the look on his apprentice's face, 'You are in charge, with the exception of those times when Magus Mantle does return.' Balti closed his mouth and began to worry, wondering what one third circle mage could do. The conversation continued for a bit more, and Morrigan gave Balti his prized Athame, as proof of this command. A small amount of conversation followed that, and Baltisaar took his leave, returning home to ponder the oddity of what had happened that day... -------------------------- Message 492 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Sep 13 17:04:49 1996 CDT From: Rantan (#13530) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: People Anyone want to get into a tp??? Mail me. We will have to safe dingo from Hawkeye. PLease help make this a tp. -------------------------- Message 493 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Sep 14 16:17:58 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A turn of events Red was startled to see the old man and his mother appear walking down the stairway.. The old man gave Red something and Red slept. Mother was going to take him home. Not sure how long he'd slept he woke breifly in the r/t infermiry a place that looked familiar but still not sure what was going on he fell asleep again. Then he woke in a strange room.. Red thought he was dreaming.. A strange man then images of others he'd known.. This man came to save Red, mother had sent him.. This man would help Red to kill the darkone.. Red felt old feelings coming to him his mind split in memorys.. He was told he'd called this man but Red could not remember.. But he told Red how much he admired him and there was a feeling of power there. Familiar things, a throne was there for Red to sit on, it was his and he was told he would reclaim what was his.. This man put a name on the darkone, he had mother and would pay for what he did to Red and his family. The name The Morrigan echo'd in his head.. Red saw the darkone in his mind and knew with the help of his new master he'd have his revenge. This man was strange, but he talked to Red in a way of comfort and it was powerful.. He talked of the wolf pack how we would be a family and work together. Red remembered, Tulok needed pushing back.. there was a job to do.. Anger swelled in him and then having his weapons restored to him he knew what he would do. He settled into the throne and slept.. -------------------------- Message 494 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Sep 14 18:58:46 1996 CDT From: Dingo (#14233) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: I am a free man, I was walking around the r/t building when i saw hawkeye. He acts really tough, and i startefd mouthing off because i dont like people who are really cocky. So then hawkeye pulls a mighty swing of his fist a knocks me out in one blow. ... I wake up dazed and confused. I notice i am in a nice looking cabin. I then shift my glace to hawkeye he's sitting on a chair smiling wickedl;y. I sink into my chair as he brings out a sword with much power and skill. the sword hits me once, then again, and again and again. And then i fell unconcius. I wake up again confused, i try to move and notice im tied up. My body is very sliced up and i am in extreme pain to the max. I look to my leg and see it very badly wounded and blood al over the cabin carpet. One lucky thing happened though Hawkeye was nowhere to be found. I dont know what happened but i wake up and see on hawkeyes calender that it is 2 days later. I must have drifted off again. Hawkeye must have got mad cause the place was a mess. Things where lying on the ground broken and plants where upside down. I looked at hawkeye's desk, then at his bed. I sigh in relief since he is gone again. Then i look at the desk again, the top dresser where my communicator was in was unlocked. I hoped over there with the chair tied to me. I used my feet to get the communicator and i flung it up and the communicator landed in my lap. Myhands got hold of the comm and i dialed a good friend, and a great magician Lyrn. I told him as much as i knew about my where abouts. H He was there in 1 hour. He helped me to my feet, and he hobled me to a helicopter, where hetook me to the infirmary and healed me the best he could. I thanks him many times, and from now on i will help him anyway possible, and i will avenge my pain onto Hawkeye. OOC-Sorry not a great typer in spelling so the mistakes try to make the words up. P.S. Thanks for all you nice people who tried to save me. What a group of people.;) -------------------------- Message 495 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Sep 14 20:31:15 1996 CDT From: Sylvania (#14207) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A note pinned to the wall in the lounge. I Sylvania of Glenwood am auctioning off the nymph Saraphina. All potential bidders are to contact me within the next days. The auction will be held This coming Saturday night, at 8 pm EST. Sylvania -------------------------- Message 496 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Sep 15 02:06:36 1996 CDT From: Embryon (#11447) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Another evening. Embryon brushes the skeleton out of the chair, it clacks against the ground. He sits, and reviews the day, grinning to himself. One of his elite enters and sits across from him. "I heard you did something today. May I inquire what?" Embryon nods, indulging his guest. "I fancied I'd go out, so I journeyed to the R/T building to see what I could. I took the form of the one called Synge, from that primitive tech group. I no sooner walked in and asked, 'Anyone seen my bird?' than I immediately get scanned. Apparently people think that is prudent now. I am glad I instill such paranoia. Anyways, two of them begin following me. One thinks he is being sneaky by doing such, so I lead them into the catacombs under the building." "One of them attacked me when I had blocked them in, claiming magickal feats of strength by eating a burnt piece of flesh. I was not impressed, and soon they both attacked. I stunned them, then brought them back to my fortress." "I gave a message to the dragonrider to tell Yjezra I would slaughter her child and all the dragons and riders. I thought he would ask to join me right then. (The elite laughs slightly) I sent him away, and turned to the weak mage with the meat. He begged for his life, offering me a crystal. Curious, but I was able to here the association members speak through it. But, it shattered in my hands, mayhaps a ward of some sort. I tortured him, almost gutting him for my pleasure, then instilling him with a bit of my magic for later." The elite says, "Is it time for that to be set in motion already?" Embryon nods. "That was not all, though. Naxos the submariner walked into my prison cell. He shared the same fate as the weakling mage. And I acquired this beautiful longsword..." Embryon kicks back in the chair, holding the longsword horizontally as he tells the story. "No sooner than I had sent him back, than that fool Morrigan stands near my portal. I started to taunt him, and his lovely wife steps *right in front of the portal!*" The elite perks up at that. "Tadewi? Oh? What did you do?" Embryon grins, "Carpe Diem. I seized the moment, grabbed her, and returned. Morrigan, like the transparent fool I knew he was, followed accompanied by another association mage. They beat on me as I sealed the portal, trapping them." "I sent the mage away, and I've been torturing Morrigan's sanity on and off all evening now." The elite guard stands up, "You mean he's here now!?" Embryon nods, motioning for the elite to sit. "Don't worry, he's resting uncomfortably in what he must feel is hell." The elite sits, thinks, then asks: "What of Tadewi?" Embryon responds, "She rests separately, a bit more comfortable than Morrigan. She's been...fixed like Naxos and the mage. I need two more to complete the spell. Then...then we shall begin." He sets the sword down on the table, leaning forward towards the elite. "Our time is nearly here. We should celebrate." The two stand, then leave the room. The sword, lying on the table, crackles with energy and disappears. -------------------------- Message 497 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Sep 15 13:29:14 1996 CDT From: Tempest (#8382) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Rally the Troops A Notice Posted Around the R/T Building: I hereby call all Federation members from their hibernation. Soon a major force will be enacted and all able-bodied members are called to join the force. Your help is needed. Please respond to Tempest as soon as possible, making her aware of your location and how she might reach you when the time comes. Regards, Tempest, Commander in Chief of the Federation -------------------------- Message 498 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Sep 15 16:39:19 1996 CDT From: Morrigan (#10469) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Into the Darkness... Morrigan awoke with a groan, feeling his bones creak, his muscles protest in silent agony as he regained consciousness. Time had run together finally, the only thing he could remember was the face of Embryon, before the pain started, invariably bringing hoarse, shrieking and raw gurgling screams from him. Embryon had come to him as Tadewi, his beloved, and he had watched before his eyes as Tadewi was slowly incinerated, screaming for Morrigan to help her, all the while. Just before there were nothing but remains, the spell disappeared, leaving Tadewi crying and moaning softly on the floor of the cell. He crawled over to her, and looked down into her face, to watch the features melt, froth and bubble into the features of Embryon, who mocked him in Tadewi's voice. Then oblivion, blessed sweet darkness, to leave this world's agony, for the place within his mind, his last refuge, the Center within him, to find Embryon's face staring back with a twisted, wicked smile... And unconscious, the screams began again... -------------------------- Message 499 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Sep 15 20:19:36 1996 CDT From: Tadewi (#3791) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Scarred. Tadewi refused to move from in front of the glowing portal. She knew that Morrigan was enraged by Embryon and the evil mage _wanted_ her husband to go after him. As much as she loved her husband, she was not willing to lose him, even if it meant putting herself in danger. A Synge look alike stepped in from behind her and the last thing she saw was his fingers snapping together... When she awoke she found herself in a prison cell, with Devon and Morrigan. Her mind reeled, Embryon had them all. She watched as Embryon and Morrigan whispered and then he snapped his fingers again...and she found herself in a Throne Room, with Red Fang. Rising to her feet, she listened to him babble, calling her mother. She spoke, trying to convince him of who he was, to no avail. Red Fang was completely brain washed. He was not the man she once knew. Just as she thought it couldn't get any worse, Embryon himself made an appearance. She saw first hand the control he had over her old friend as Red Fang called him the Master and bowed to his every whim. Anger welled inside of her and she vehemently spoke to Embryon as he tried to claim her as, as...of all things, his wife! Light flashed blindingly throughout the room and Tadewi threw her arms up to shield her eyes. As it subsided, she saw the form of her husband standing before her, but she was not so easily fooled. She knew how he walked, had studied how he talked, his voice pattern, the way he carried himself...and this man had none of her beloved's quirks. He was a good imitation to the untrained, but Tadewi was no fool. Even as his voice tried to convince her with facts too many knew...she was not fooled. She realize too late his next move, as the image of her beloved faded back to the hideous guise of Embryon. He drew his sword and sliced into her with it...across her neck and down her chest. She tried to scream, but only blood foamed in her mouth. Then darkness again... She awoke in the sands of the wastes, staring up at the spell demon that defended Morrigan's Tower. Staggering to her feet, she entered the obsidian citadel and gasped as she looked at her reflection in the walls...there was a scar marking her where Embryon's sword had sliced. And it was glowing in the darkness. Tadewi nearly collapsed onto the floor weeping. -------------------------- Message 500 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Sep 16 04:00:15 1996 CDT From: Lovinia (#10869) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Gentle Farewell Lovinia signed her name to the note and left it for her father, Morrigan in his Study, where he would be sure to find it. A few simple lines was all, of regret and hope. "Dear Papa, I have left the Association for now. I have too many questions unanswered. I will keep in touch, but for now I go to find my answers. May the sun always be bright for you. "You loving daughter, Lovinia" She looked around the room one more time and nodded to herself."This is the right move for me at this time. Papa has been so busy and I feel the need to Know the answers to my questions." She smiles softly and leaves the Tower to return to her own home with Baltisaar. -------------------------- Date: Sun, 9 Mar 1997 15:15:14 -0400 From: "Quinn@GhostWheel" To: quinn@vv.com Subject: GhostWheel Message(s) 501 - 600 from *Storylines (#5236) X-Mail-Agent: GhostWheel (casper.bga.com 6969) Message 501 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Sep 16 23:53:48 1996 CDT From: Fu_Dwok (#11447) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *Chat (#5391) Subject: Embryon's hideout and loot Due to a bug last evening, a closed portal reopened to embryon's lair. The items in his possession at his lair are all gone. Those who have them, please return them. This is an OOC post. Fu_Dwok Embryon -------------------------- Message 502 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Sep 17 01:03:16 1996 CDT From: Cristal (#7366) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A fresh new start. Cristal perched on Moonheart's bed, her lips still swollen from Deckard's kisses. He had just carried her home..oO(What a sweet gentle man he is). Deckard had spirited her away to Jizo Island, wanting her to find some peace of mind...wanting her to get away from her frustrations. She thought about the desire he stirred within her...and how comfortable she felt at his side. Even still, she had pulled away from him, ..oO(Though I didn't want to..*sigh* But i'm just not ready...am still too scared..Don't need my heart broken again). Her mind then flew to thoughts of Red Fang. Earlier tonight he had kissed her passionately on the lips in the lounge. It was not a friend's kiss. And she remembered how he had professed his love for her, not long ago. How he had confused her to no end when her heart belonged to Morrigan. And how he had struck her down..oO(What does he want from me?) Cristal smoothed her hand along the bedspread, thinking of Moonheart now. Her best and closest friend...her one constant who had never hurt her. She lied down and nestled her head on his pillow, breathing in his scent. .oO(Oh Moonie, What am i to do? What am i to think?)...All she knew was that she didn't want to ever go through such heartaches ever again. She felt akin to Deckard, attracted to his strength, and wanting to soothe his pain too. Red Fang was like a yo-yo in and out of her heart. And Moonheart...the one man she truly trusted in every way...his heart belonged to his wife. Cristal cried silently, cursing first Restin. Then Morrigan. -------------------------- Message 503 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Sep 17 07:13:08 1996 CDT From: Moonheart (#6143) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Unheard whispers in the dark.... Moonheart finally comes home after a night of worry and numbness to find Cristal asleep in his bead pillow damp from her tears..He drops the weapons that sometimes seem to be part of his body ..then slips gently into bed next to her and draws her close i nto his arms then whispers softly I love you you know always have ....but what of corrie .... Mnht -------------------------- Message 504 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Sep 17 14:51:33 1996 CDT From: Tadewi (#3791) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Rumors from N'Orleans. A grizzled old trapper from the N'Orleans bayou came wandering into the R/T lounge, glancing around and sauntering up to the bar. He chatted briefly with Osbornn, spilling the local gossip from his home area. "Strange, I gaaaaruntee. Seems them Nobles, Mystiques?, have taken in a new member of der familee. Mon dieu, what a belle femme. I heear she is to take the place of that one femme who upset them. Not much else have I heard. Now, about the Bayou, just the other day i..." He continued on with more strange news, most of it hard to believe exaggerations, but when another traveller pressed, he revealed the name of the newest family member...Cristal Mystique. -------------------------- Message 505 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Sep 17 14:55:38 1996 CDT From: Axelle (#9124) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Night out... Axelle ventured out to the Real Time Lounge, and for the first time, allowed herself to interact. She had been quiet on her previous outings, listening, watching, studying the people around her. Sizing them up. On this night, she encountered Kzin-the man of many names, whose hope seemed lost. She also met Damien, an older, quite mysterious man. Something about him unnerved her-she felt akin to him, and could not understand why. She intended to find out. Restless and quite unamused, she was happy to see Malleus arrive. Her was her slave...her Pet. Right there and then, she ordered him to bathe her. She watched the shocked expressions-perhaps disbelief when Malleus bent down and licked her limbs. Realizing that it was probably not the time nor the place for such personal grooming, she allowed Malleus his freedom-for a while. She felt a certain tenderness towards the beast. She was Master, true. She also felt like Mother at times. Axelle tossed in her bed, fearful of sleep. The nightmares would begin. Tongues of fire swirling around Papa. Bright flashes of light as his mortal body expired. She would seek out Damien soon. And then others. She had to move quick. Anatol was rising, readying themselves for her. -------------------------- Message 506 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Sep 17 21:39:06 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: It starts She appeared in the room, Tempest was still as beautiful as the last time Red had seen her. Oh he remember and the lust boiled in his blood, but she rejected him.. Anger grew and he followed grabbing her roughly by the neck he told her never walk away from me! She looked at him with defiance and that made Red's blood boil hotter, she always was the stronger when it came to the soul.. He waited for her to return to the oasis, he intended on taking her for his own but she resisted again, then he heard the crys of the children.. He remembered... Moonhearts kids... Tempest tried to stop him but he only saw the revenge and felt the boiling of his blood, he struck her down.. Bloodseeker cutting deeply.. he stabbed her twice and she colapsed in a ball of tears and blood, then taking the children in his arm roughly he kissed her far well and kicked her hard for the hate he was feeling inside him.. He felt betrayed by both Tempest and Moonheart. He left, returning to his place he put the kids in the corner of his chamber.. They cried but he ignored them almost laughing at his deed -------------------------- Message 507 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Sep 18 03:36:32 1996 CDT From: Axelle (#9124) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Ally, lover, teacher. Axelle hummed softly as she dressed in the chilly darkness. Her emerald eyes glowed brightly, illuminating the room. Her gaze was fixated on the sleeping Damien. A tender smile played on her lips. She could smell his scent on her body, she could feel his calloused hands on her flesh. She was surprised at the kind of lover he had been--she had expected a style much much different. Damien had been gentle, almost too gentle--and tentative, as if he were holding back. She wondered if it was because he didn't fully trust her as yet. Or perhaps he just wasn't interested in her that way. Her hand fluttered down and she traced the outline of his lips with her index finger. Bright waves of purple light trailed her digit, warmth emanating from them. She felt Damien's lips move slightly, brushing against her skin. She smiled to herself. During their lovemaking, she had woven a spell using her tantric and black magic. She would tell him about it when next she saw him. He would be pleased. Axelle picked her cape up from off of the floor and adjusted it at her shoulders. Damien was now her ally and he would teach her things. She would also teach him things, if he let her. Looking back at him once more, she couldn't resist the urge and bent over Damien's body. Her lips brushed against his brow, and then over each of his eyelids. He stirred in his sleep, his arms reaching out for her. She shied away, his arms grasping at air, then falling to rest back at his sides. She then walked out of his room calmly, trying to remember her way back. She reached into her bag and fingered the strip of skin she had sliced from Kzin's neck. Then she reached for her remote. It was time to summon her Pet, Malleus. She needed a bath. -------------------------- Message 508 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Sep 18 12:33:23 1996 CDT From: Alluvia (#12737) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Confusion Her eyes opened, somewhat startled and shocked.. the bed she was laying on... where was she? After she collected, touching her surroundings with her hands, roving carefuly she realized indeed where she had been sleeping. In the guestroom on Mount Morlith... Yalon had been too much indeed.. So much had happened over these days... her own mind trying to sort the world out... "He has tried to shut me away... When I felt a need he told me to lay down... but his own.... " Alluvia sighed, not moving... "He wishes me to make sense of myself when I do not know what is happening!" So much so fast had gone wrong.. first this illness... then the scar... the nasty horrible cut.. Her own body seemed to not be working ... strange feelings ... emotions kept pouring out to her... leaving her lost and confused.. "That night.... why was I so drawn?" Her body had been feeling such need.. such desire for another... but she had not acted upon it. She could not. "But... he does not understand... he will never understand. It matters little what I tell him.." Alluvia wept quietly, thinking of her friends... the ills that had become them. It seemed the world was crashing and tumbling below her.. and there was nothing left to be done. Alluvia, tear-stained and confused left the bed, wandering confused.. alone... for something. -------------------------- Message 509 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Sep 18 17:44:37 1996 CDT From: Lyrn (#12594) To: *Storylines (#5236) LETS GET READY TO RRRRRUMMMMMBBBBBLLLLE!!! Is anyone interested in a Boxing match at the Ring in New Orleans, a tournement to win crystals. Well all ya have to do is pay 200 crystals and enter this Unarmed fight! 200 crystals, just think about it, go out and hunt for a few seconds round up the crystals and you in! The prize is %30 of the makings for 1st place, 2nd gets 15% and 3 gets 10%. Can you belive it!?!? Its going to be great! With our superb ring annoucer the Grak and Dingo the bell boy! A round robin between the best of the best. Dont be shy! Come out and show your stuff. The rules are simple, a ten count when a KO occures, there must be 3 Koes to win the match. So come one come all! Contact me Lynr to enter this wicked event. 200 crystals could make you a fortune! Lyrn -------------------------- Message 510 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Sep 19 18:47:01 1996 CDT From: Temple (#11763) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Freedom She woke in agonizing pain. She had been told before hand that it would be painful, but by the Nine Hells she didn't think it would be this bad. Worth it though. Freedom. She could push the pain back. She was made of sterner stuff of even the Mage that did this for her. She thought of the puny human mage. With a snear her lip curls back, showing a long, sharply pointed fang resting against the roof of her mouth, she thinks of the ugly twist of fate that required humanity to draw the power of magic. Weak willed, smelly creatures. She chuckles softly to herself, causing sharp needles of pain to strike through her body. She takes a deep breath and pushes the pain back, thinking that some humans have their purpose, they could be -- enjoyable. Throwing her legs over the side of the table, she stands. Fire of pain races up through her body and she laughs aloud as she moves away from the support and stands. -------------------------- Message 511 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Sep 20 03:06:28 1996 CDT From: Lothos (#1786) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A wandering mind. Lothos continued to practice the manuvers the book detailed, so elegant and gracefull, yet effective. His concentration was on the task at hand, he tried to remain absorbed in the movements of the kata. He stopped, picking up a towel and wiping his brow, his mind began to wander, and he silently cursed himself. "This is annoying" he thought to himself "The dreams, now when I am awake I find myself distracted, perhaps if I continue these studies I can keep focused." He moved back into the kata, slowly working through the motions. "Perhaps if I exhaust myself the dreams will not come." Lothos continued for several more hours, practing the knowledge he had found in the book, but when he finally went to sleep, the dreams came as always. The glow of his scar illuminating the empty room. -------------------------- Message 512 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Sep 20 18:00:09 1996 CDT From: Alluvia (#12737) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: I will leave you... A note was found in the R/T lounge, addressed to Alluvia: Dearest Alluvia, By the time you read this letter, I will be gone far from this land, my heart still thinking of you. You will always hold my heart Alluvia, even if you do not wish to have such a weight to you. I write this letter to you, to simply say goodbye, and to give you the answer you have been searching for. Yes.. It was I who poisoned you... And I wanted to be the one to save you. I could not let you die.. but... I was angered. I am jealous of your husband, and felt if I could not have you, nor should he. I gave you the soda, preparing the bottle beforehand.. Not thinking it would go as far as it had.. I have hurt you deeply... and now I will leave you... no longer torturing your soul, or anyone else's for that matter. You always brought a smile to my face Alluvia... Braden -------------------------- Message 513 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Sep 20 18:04:23 1996 CDT From: Alluvia (#12737) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: doh That was from Braden btw.... think it didn't come through... -------------------------- Message 514 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Sep 21 04:13:06 1996 CDT From: Cristal (#7366) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: New Home Cristal danced about her new room happily, its marigold walls like a constant stream of sunlight...like a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. (Home), she thought, (finally someplace to call Home). Her eyes wandered the barren walls, her mind quickly planning its decoration. She smiled brightly, this was the beginning of better times. She could feel it. It seemed that she had been in a slump -- that nothing had worked out for her in the past little while. Well, that was over. Lugging her wooden chest carefully across the floor, she suddenly thought back to where it had been, just hours before. (Moonheart's Water Tower)...Her best friend had accompanied her to the Maison, and it wasn't until they got there that he realized her intentions. She remembered his frown and the look in his eyes. Her heart ached. It was just that morning that she had awakened in his bed, as usual...only to find his naked body wrapped around hers. (When he tells me that he loves me..is that love now different than it used to be?), she was so confused. She had to talk to him, clear that all up. And then, there was Deckard. What did he feel for her? What did he want from her exactly? Moving to the Maison was the best thing for her. She knew that Moonheart wanted her to stay at the Tower with him. (I can't though...not until I know for sure what's going on..with him...with Deckard..with me..Ugh) She closed her eyes for a moment, (Yes, here I can have time to think..Room to breathe...And a family!) She twirled about the room, all negative thoughts put to rest. 'Twas then that she remembered the puzzling events of the morning. She had met an aqua-skinned stranger named Griffen. He had waltzed her around in the transport bay area...telling her that he had known her forever. He had called her "Sylph". Her brows furrowed, she had heard that name before. But where? Yes, she thought that she knew the woman she was mistaken for. They had met long ago in the lounge. These thoughts were soon forgotten as Cristal began unpacking. She hummed to herself. -------------------------- Message 515 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Sep 21 04:38:45 1996 CDT From: Axelle (#9124) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Trust Axelle and Damien had journeyed to his tent, needing privacy, safety. Aurion had successfully completed his task -- the list was in Axelle's possession. This would be the key to her future. Anatol would pay. Damien was pleased with her work, or Aurion's for that matter. He too found interest in the list. Though for what and why, she had no clue. She drew a circle in the sand with her index finger. Damien had utterly surprised her tonight. After showing signs of his mistrust, he finally relented -- opened up...let her in, just a little. She drew an inverted pentagram within the circle. Her other hand strayed down between her thighs. She could feel the hot stickiness of his seed within her. A warm smile danced across her lips. She placed chunks of rose quartz at each point of the star. She had began his schooling in the art of Tantric Magic. She closed her eyes and chanted. This was the closure of the spell that they had weaved together. A burst of white light seemed to erupt from the earth. From the heart of the pentagram, it shot up to the sky. Then, all was still, and the sand was as unmarred as it had been before. Save for the pieces of rose quartz, evidence of her being there was gone. She picked up the stones carefully and smiled to herself. Damien had learned quickly. Axelle wiggled her fingers, and purple light emitted from their tips. The beams encircled her for a moment, then dissipated. Her lip quivered slightly. , she thought. Her hands unconsciously moved to her belly, stroking the muscled flesh. , she reasoned calmly, . Purple light enveloped her abdomen. Before she could finish, Damien's face came to mind. She sighed, it was only right to consult him first. Axelle crawled back into Damien's tent, and undressed before lying with him once more. His arm went around her easily, pulling her closer. She was still for a long while, unsure of what to say. Eventually, she fell asleep, her body entwined with her lover's. Her belly pulsed a pale purple, under the covers...waiting. -------------------------- Message 516 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Sep 21 06:30:52 1996 CDT From: Moonheart (#6143) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Water tower blues.... Moonheart tossed and turned all night no peace at all in sleep. Waking once and walking over to the crib to gaze at the twins ..eys not really seeing them but seeing them but seeing there mother...."What do I do love your gone ...and I have no right to e xpect Cris to replace you in my life ...no matter how I feel about her what can I offer her with you as you are ...and my love for you is as strong as ever" He then crawls back into bed very very alone.... -------------------------- Message 517 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Sep 21 19:49:29 1996 CDT From: Reco (#9870) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A note from a stranger.. A note was put outside a small cave where lian lives. It is a letter adressed to lian from a hater, Lian, are you feeling weezy? Sleepy, real real sick?? I know what ahppened to you. I know how it happened when it happened and how to cure it. You had a drink one day. Someone offered it to you. You where feeling depreseesed and thought it would taste good. You guzzled it down fast, and now you should regret it. A poison was in the drink. A deadly poison, it makes you sleepy, dizzy, and it is deadly. I know the cure for it. Would you like to know? It is a herb called a Jugnt. It is very uncommon and found in only a few places in the world. You will have 3 days to live. With one day left you ewont beable to walk. Unless you get the cure. One the last day at the strike of midnight you will die. Your death will be painful. Send your frieds out to find the herb. They shall ask around. The reason why your poisoned is because of your friends the drs. This is a warning to the drs to watch out... I will leave a note by your cave again tonight to tell you the possible places to find the herb. Good luck. _____________________________________________________________________ OOC: I was told to write this i may or may not be involved in the thing. -------------------------- Message 518 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Sep 21 20:36:18 1996 CDT From: Sylph (#5512) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Duty Sylph lays her stylus down and reads over the letter she has written. She slowly rolls it up and ties a piece of woven ribbon around it. Looking around the beautiful home her love had created, she sighs and takes up her staff. She swims out to his portable dome and enters, moving gracefully in the water to his side. Gently touching him, she feels her heart overflow, but with sadness too. She lays the scroll by his head and kisses him softly, not waking him, turning she leaves. Outside, she feels the water moving against her and deciding that she knows the direction back to Coral's Reach, she sets off. -------------------------- Message 519 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Sep 21 20:46:03 1996 CDT From: Sylph (#5512) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Big Goof OOC: In the previous post I wrote "Looking around ", please subsitute = "Gently touching the walls and furniture of the beautiful home -" Sowwies. -------------------------- Message 520 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Sep 22 11:53:53 1996 CDT From: Reco (#9870) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Another note Dear Lian, How are you feeling? *laugh* There are clues to many mysteries and heres a clue to yours. To find the spice you friends must adventure into the wastelands or into the woodlands. If they go into the woodlands. The directions start from exiting the copter. You will take a east, then a north or a south. then a __e, then a e, then a ne, then a e, then a _____, then a east. There you will find the herb. If they go into the wastelands heres the clue. You will look on your gps. the x= the same as Y=/ X=15-30y=x.. Understand. T%he coordinates of the gps will be the same for y and x. The numder will be from 15-27. Those are your clues. Tell your friends to hunt hard. Tommorrow i will check and see your health. *laugh* ___________________________________________________________________ OOC Have fun finding it. if it is hard to read ask me what it is -------------------------- Message 521 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Sep 22 13:22:08 1996 CDT From: Cristal (#7366) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Near Death Cristal slowly undressed and surveyed her wounds. The blood had finally congealed. She sighed to herself, Darkhawk would pay for this. She had to find a way to retribute this pain. For Demura. For Tybon. For Frap. It was a blessed miracle that they had found their way home last night. Memories of her and Tadewi, half-dead in the Wastes were blazing through her head. And Fu Dwok. That mysterious old man. Why had he helped her? Where was he now? Was he hurt? Was he okay? She bandaged herself. She fingered the red rose that Devon had brought her. It was from Moonheart. Her missed her it seemed. She bent her head to sniff it. Lovely, sweet... But she would not ask Moonheart to help her. This was her battle. Bowing her head, she wondered what she could do. Darkhawk was stronger than she. Perhaps it was hopeless, and she would live in fear forever. -------------------------- Message 522 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Sep 22 13:58:01 1996 CDT From: Lian (#14878) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Sleepless nites Lian tossed and turned in her bed, the poison taking its full effect on her as she slept. Her mind was filled of thoughts, keeping her from getting any restful sleep. "Why would anyone do this to me? I haven't hurt anyone. And now I can't even remeber who gave me the drink" As she slept, a small tear ran down from her eye as she though of Downer, then of Blood and Saraphina. "I don't want to lose them. They are all so very important to me" She awoke the next morning, finding the note lieing on top of her, then she heard her comm ring. She answered it, then smiled as she hear Ryft's voice coming to her. He said that Downer had shown him the note, and that he and Rathe were on their way with the herb they had found. She hung up the comm, then her thoughts went to Rathe. "He is a good friend, but sometimes he can be so cruel. Why does he do all this? Oh well, he is going to help me" The two men walked into her cave with the herb. They boiled the herb and made a tea out of it, then had her drink it. Rathe had add a crystal to it, making it heal her faster. The drink also made her tired, so she fell back asleep, this time a much more restfull sleep. -------------------------- Message 523 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Sep 22 21:20:21 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Forgotten Red slept restlessly, the images appeared before him. The smell of the village burning, his parents rushing to late to the battle only to be struck down. The darkone leaning over his mother as she yelled out to Tulok to run.. Then he saw the man cleave his mothers skull with a shape weapon. He ran as hard as he could, he fell down sweat pouring from his brow. He was really awake, the dungeon air was still and cold. The sweat stung his eyes and he shivered from a cold chill. The dream was so real. Then a image appeared before Red, it was Deerwoman, she was in human form and she smiled softly and walked toward Red.. Her ageless image glowed as if in moon light.. Then a large wolf appeared, he was black with deep eyes of sorrow.. he stood there silently watching. Deerwoman spoke softly, ""Young Tulok.. you were lost but you need to find yourself, your way is before you and the past is behind you.. Walk forward into the future."" Your fight is not with any man, but with yourself... You could not of done nothing and you were to young to of saved the ones you loved. You learned much from living with the wolves, and they still consider you family. But it is time you learn to live again in the human world, let the one called Moonheart guild you, he carries strong medicine that will aid your soul in the walk. Be strong and go back to your family. Red felt a calm in his heart as he understood the words, he would go home. As he looked again the spirits vanished but he knew he would carry them in his soul from this day forward. He would go and find his friend, and rejoin his wife if they would have them. OOC: Ok, going home and reorganizing myself... I figured I'd just post this and get it over with since its been so long. Its all corny but best I could think of and I'm tired of being a bad guy. Red aka Robert -------------------------- Message 524 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Sep 22 22:10:11 1996 CDT From: Cristal (#7366) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Betrayl He told her that the sexual attraction was too much to resist. He told her that he was still tied to his wife. He accused her of leaving the Water Tower. Blamed her, of course. He was enraptured by this woman, Axelle. Enslaved to Corrie, who lays unconscious in a glass box. Yet he still told her he loved her. Cristal sobbed quietly under her blanket of angels. Slowly, she erased Moonheart from her heart. And then, she raised the palette knife to her wrists. -------------------------- Message 525 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Sep 23 00:02:13 1996 CDT From: Tybon (#7159) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Ponderings Tybon sat in his cottage, easing his feet upon the heavy oaken table. It had been a long day. He was still tired from the incident with Darkhawk, and the emotional stress was getting to him. Cristal had tried to kill herself. He was there to help, along with Joline and Morrigan, and later Deckard and Lafeyette. It had been a trying time. Cristal had nearly died twice from self-inflicted wounds and there had been little he could do to help. Tybon knew something of the reasons for her attempt. Cristal had been in bad relationships in the past, he knew she was troubled by them when she first moved into the Maison. Now she had had problems with Moonheart. Tybon was only vaguely aware of the specifics, but he didn't think there had been deliberate cruelty on anyone's parts...it was just one of the little tragidies that seem to plague life. Tybon sighed and got up. Things seem to have settled for now. Cristal was alive, seemed to be stable. He pulled off his boots and climbed into bed. Perhaps things would be quiet for a while. -------------------------- Message 526 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Sep 23 06:24:09 1996 CDT From: Moonheart (#6143) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Water Tower blues II Tossed and turned throughout the night ...brief images of Cristal and Corrie flashing through his mind...over shadowed by images of Axelle atop him .pushign down onto him .... Mnht -------------------------- Message 527 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Sep 23 12:31:10 1996 CDT From: Griffen (#9676) To: *submariners (#8388) and *Storylines (#5236) Griffen throws back his head in agony, as he returns to his new home to find it empty. "Where be my love Sylph? She just left Cousteau Island, the sea is safe from there." He swims quickly to the Coral Reach, slipping in unnoticed, but, alas, finds her Dome there empty too. "She said her people needed her, that she would return to the Reach. I grieved, yes, I grieved. But she would still be there. Now where be she?!?" Griffen slashes his wrist sharply with his dirk, pledging before her empty dome, "By the lifeblood that I do give up this day, I swear upon my name that I will not rest until you are found, my love." "And pity be to the one or ones that have caused this." Griffen watches the water around him turn slightly pink. "For the blood that is stirred by honor and justice grows hot in revenge." -------------------------- Message 528 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Sep 23 21:24:24 1996 CDT From: Cristal (#7366) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Talk I followed her, I wouldn't relent. I begged her to talk to me. She was cold, so unfeeling. What did Moonheart see in her? She finally relented, I felt so relieved that she would listen. I made her promise me that she would not break Moonheart's heart. As much as I have hurt...I don't want to see him a broken man. She agreed on one conditon. She wanted something of mine. Her green eyes glowed so bright I knew that magic was behind her. Unwilling to give her something personal -- which she could use to perhaps control me. I gave her a dusty black box I had found, while hunting one day. She took it readily, the fool! She wasn't as smart as she thought. And now, Moonheart is safe. He can enjoy her lustful body. And keep his heart intact. -------------------------- Message 529 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Sep 23 21:34:08 1996 CDT From: Axelle (#9124) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Fool? Axelle blew the dust off the black box, smiling to herself. She now held in her hand a remote, a remote to control both Saraphina and Natasha, lest they wore their collars. Cristal had no idea what she had given up. A fool was she! She laughed to herself, the sound of her snicker echoing throughout the room. And Moonheart. The poor soul was pining away for that horny Deer Man. Her conscience nagged her a bit. She would keep her word to the pathetic girl-child. Ahh, life was sweet. -------------------------- Message 530 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Sep 24 00:33:19 1996 CDT From: Rathe (#14172) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Doubts Rathe sat huddled in his tent, the old sleeping bag barely keeping out the waste's cold. He instinctively looked towards Dragon's Bane keep, as if he could see it trough the cavas of the tent.. It seemed to leer at him, to laugh at him in the darkness. He rolled over, thoughts flashing like a maddened slideshow. Everyone he had attacked, in his cause against the riders. All those who he had harmed, and who had caused him harm. Those who he was to effect, none in ways that would be considered positive. He rolled over, had he not done that a moment ago? He could not remember... --- The valley, The dragons flashing down from the sky, his bretheren screaming, those he had considered his brothers and sisters, other people manipulated by the father of the valley.. The trees burned, smoke rising into the sky. Was that another dragon? Ice rained from the sky, killing several nearby, freezing them to death.. He stood, among them, spared.. His eyes scanned the ground.. Iyne, his close friend, eyes frozen in horror.. Those of his house had accompanied him.. They wanted to escape togehter -- He walked, to the edge of the forest -- More dead, The beatiful woman who he had danced with in the previous nights festival.. They celebrated the first year all the elves where away from the father, in the forest.. What was her name? He felt the back of his head, absently.. Blood, pain.. He felt his flesh come off, burned, scorched.. He could not remember. Stumbling, to the edge of the valley -- More dead around him.. The Nymphs, they had been in the lake.... Rathe looked up, scanning the skies. Dragons.. Where were the dragons?. Silence.. The tent.. The slisssh outside, feeding.. Was that them breeding? A revolting sound.. The tent.. He had a home on the Wheel.. The tree, he smiled to himself.. The tree, it had been his home.. He had left it, for this place. this tent in the wastelands, to kill the dragons.. They had to be destroyed.. Iyne.. The one he had danced with.. What was her name? It still would not come, his head seemed to throb in pain at the memory of the valley.. The dead, the dragons.. (Part one of two, look forward to more spam ;)) -------------------------- Message 531 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Sep 24 00:43:24 1996 CDT From: Rathe (#14172) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Doubts, part two Rathe shook his head.. He remebered today clearly, at least.. Pain wracked the early days.. Wandering across the wasteland-- he pushed the thoughts from his head.. Yalon.. Yalon had taken that drug, He had seen it before. Truth syrum.. He had said Embryon threatened Saraphina's life.. Saraphina.. Another of the valley.. His only connection to -home-.. She had been harmed far worse than he.. Sold, used as a slave, god knows what any male owners might have done to her.. And the conditioning she had undergone, alone.. Yalon claimed she had become a rider.. A rider! Did she not remember the valley?! The Valley! Her kindred where destroyed too! Not Morlith.. Saraaka came from another Aerie.. Saraaka.. Yalon's dragon.. They had not attacked the valley.. Morlith never attacked.. This is what yalon claimed.. Who had done this? He knew the father needed to be stopped.. The elves had fought for a long time to end it.. The dragons had been wreckless, thinking the elves, -- And the nymphs! -- enemies like the rest.. They had all been destroyed.. The bodies.. His friends.. He remebered too well.. -- No.. He could not think of it.. The dead faces all around.... He shook his head, turning over once again. The pain that filled him then seemed to surge anew.. The dragons.. Why had they done it? Rathe slowly fell asleep, thoughts blurring into dreams.. Dreams of the valley.. Of the dead.. Of the dragons.. Embryon seemed to haunt them all, just out of sight. A spectre that covered everything.. . o ( Would he help? Or would he destroy me? ) The haze between dream and thought seemed to lighten, he thought himself awake, though he could not be sure.. The nightmarish black of night surrounded him still.. The slisssh hunted outside... Sleep took Rathe once again, he shook violently, as he awoke.. More of the valley.. This time the face of Stryfe adorned each rider that swooped down.. And Embryon, The twisted face of embryon foated where The father of the valley had onced glared at him, when Rathe had almost been re-captured.. Laughing, taunting.. Rathe fell to sleep, a sleep filled with troubled dreams, and no rest.. But sleep took him.. And even the nightmares where better than facing what would meet him the next day... -------------------------- Message 532 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Sep 24 02:27:29 1996 CDT From: Damien (#5729) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Strange happenings... Damien worked quietly in his host's Library, glancing up from tomes occasionally to look at the black crow-motif decor. He was looking for some information that could shed light on the odd behavior of the Mage Cristal. She had a very subtle, well hidden compulsion cast upon her, a compulsion that Damien had never seen before. Damien sighed. "Nothing. In all this vast information, there seems to be nothing that can help. Hmm." Damien bowed his head and continued rooting through old tomes, searching for more information on compulsion. As he read, more questions sprung to mind. Who could have enchanted this young Mage, and why? What sort of power was behind such an unusual spell? -------------------------- Message 533 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Sep 24 03:50:43 1996 CDT From: Balth (#3746) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: All Good things... Balth finally finished the weaving he had constructed for the last seven months. He spent several more hours fusing it to the device. "This will do the job," he said to himself. He traveled to the ghost city, and journeyed to the transportation center. He pulled out an object from his pocket, and inserted it into the console. "Computer, tie into Dakirion Tracking Satellite." Accessing....rerouting......confirmed. Manual command mode. Computer, track trace pattern at these coordinates. *punches in numbers* Tracking....Target Lock. "Computer, initiate target transfer to these coordinates." Confirmed. You have 10 seconds to enter transport coordinates. "Computer, initiate transport to same coordinates, simultaneous transport. Confirmed. You have 10 seconds to enter transport coordinates. "Two can play the tech game. I will avenge my sister now, Dark one. *punches keys*" Coordinates confirmed. Engaging Simul-transport. The world faded to black around Balth, but he steeled his mind for what would come next. The world bled back into color around him, he knew at once where he was, as well as who was with him. He turned, and saw the other tatooed 'M' staring back at him. Embryon lept back into a crouch, channeling energies, digging his hands into the wasteland sand. The wind began to pick up, and Balth drew Toto as he quickly threw up his own defensive magicks. Embryon sprang forth, fire springing from one hand, ice from the other. Balth lunged into the attack, sinking the blade into Embryon's side, the brunt of Embryon's magic slamming into him. Embryon lashed out, swiping at Balth's face, catching it with his fingers, ripping the skin and eye. Balth fell backwards, the blade falling from his hands. Embryon tackled the fallen Magus, and the two men grappled. Embryon grabbed the blade, and brought it down through Balth's chest, piercing through bone with a sickening KACHUNK. Embryon rose, spat on the Magus' body, then began walking away. Balth staggered to his feet, the sword still sticking through his body. He withdrew a small, thin headset from his jumpsuit, and staggered towards Embryon. The dark mage turned, in time to see Balth slide the headset around Embryon's neck. The dark mage began to convulse as the spell Balth had toiled so hard on began to take its effect. Embryon fell to the ground, screaming in agony, his shape changing from Tadewi to Morrigan, Moonheart to Red Fang, Fu_Dwok to Yggidrasil, Yjezra to Mantle, until the features blended together, forming an unrecognizable laugh. "For my sister, you bastard," Balth mumbled, blood flowing out of his mouth. The amorphous mass laughed as it shrieked. "You are too late, my spell cannot be...." And suddenly it melted into a pool and was absorbed into the wasteland sand and soil. Balth slumped forwards, the blade driving even further into his chest. "My t...task...?" he asked as if to someone who was not there. He looked to his temporal storage unit with his last ounce of fight. It flashed wildly, displaying a chronal rift was detected. Balth looked up as the raging temporal storm tore him apart, erasing all trace of him, save his scattered items. His last thought was that he had indeed saved the past...by destroying Embryon, he saved the DragonRiders and those to come... And then he was shredded from the world. The feed on the Temporal Storage Unit went dead. The members of the council all looked at one another, nodding in agreement. The man at the head of the table motioned for quiet. "According to the temporal unit's signature, this man was sent back in time by us, to prevent a future which never happened. I do not know who this man was, but if we are receiving this transmission on our most secured frequency, I can only assume that he was important. Let us observe a moment of silence in his passing." The chamber was silent, each member contemplating on the images they had seen, pulled from the stranger's life, of the criminal known as 'Embryon', and of the fate they had been saved from. Yen Tareth, the DragonRider council member, broke the silence with a mournful song reflecting the honored dead. Noone spoke, the man at the head of the table nodded, and the council resumed their agenda, without another thought. -------------------------- Message 534 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Sep 24 04:12:05 1996 CDT From: Ahnahkha (#4096) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A sad note in the light of victory. I was venturing far out into the wastes last eve, out past New Genesis, to where there is nothing but sand, to meditate. >From over a dune, I heard what sounded like men and magic being thrown about as if children with toys. I clambered up the dune, peeking over the top. There was Embryon and Balth, battling like no battle I had ever seen before. The magus was beaten, then returned somehow, entrapping the Dark Mage, killing him in some fashion as he mutated through many friends and unfamiiar faces. The dark one's corpse did not collapse, did not yield crystals... It died, and returned to the vile wastelands that spawned it. I cheered, scrambling over the dune towards Magus Balth. But as I grew near, a loud thundering came from him. He looked up, and his body was shredded before my eyes like ribbons of paper. A dust gathered, and it swept the tattered remnants away. No corpse, no crystal. I fell to my knees. One had sacrificed his eternal life to take another's. By the gods.... I gathered up the remnants and dispersed them as I saw fit... Master Order and Lord Chaos now take things from me, I go to sleep. A dreamless, hellish sleep. Farewell, Magus. -- A note scribbled in the lounge signed : Ahnahkha -------------------------- Message 535 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Sep 24 06:55:45 1996 CDT From: Morrigan (#10469) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Gift...the Call... The sun began to slowly climb into the sky, preparing it's daily abuse of the blasted Wastes beneath it, bringing the beginnings of light to the twilight world The Morrigan stood in, gazing up at the stars overhead, slowly twinkling out like hot embers in a afternoon spring drizzle. "It's over. It's finally over...", Morrigan thought to himself, looking out over the Wastes from the top of his Tower. "A cleaner, safer world for my daughter...a happier world for my wife, my beloved.", he mused, leaning out to rest over one large black merlon, chin in palm. Morrigan looked out, unaware of the brightening sky overhead, scanning the landscape for wandering slisssh as his mind continued to churn within. "So now what? What do I do now, exactly? With Lugh coming and telling of the coin-flipper's note in the lounge, I do believe I've found myself bereft of a cause to devote to." A slight droning broke The Morrigan's reverie, snapping him to alertness with just enough time to realize someone stood upon the Tower's top with him. Rolling away from the merlon with a push for momentum, he propelled himself in a blurring twist and flip away to land in a low crouch, the Daughter of Storm's familier traceries of lightning streaming behind the blade as he jerked it from the sheath. The Morrigan released StormChild from his grasp, the eldritch blade rippling..crackling, changing and flowing down like liquid lightning to rest upon the ground at his feet as he looked at the female standing before him. A shapely, beautiful woman, at least six foot tall with raven black hair, emerald green eyes and pale skin gazed back at him, a gentle, yet fierce, proud smile upon her face.. The Morrigan swallowed once, then again, stumbling out the words, "M..Morrigu? I..is that you?", while looking at the female, outlined in a soft crimson aura. The female smiled back at The Morrigan, coming to stand in front of him, curling a long, shapely leg covered in soft black leather around The Morrigan, as her arms reached out to pull him into a strangely familiar, strangely comforting embrace. With a lilting, musical voice that seemed to be nohere and everywhere at once, she spoke unto him, "Yes dear Morgann, it is I, The Morrigu. You, for the third time in your life of lives, stand at the nexus of crossroads, indeterminate possibilies stretch outward from you like spider webbing into infinity." She continued, rubbing her leg slowly against The Morrigan, while her hands crept up to rub his shoulders and neck, "Before you, lie three tasks, of which you must surmount, survive, and claim victory over. The first, to restore and bring back to fruition, that Family that pulls your heartstrings so strongly, yet fills you with so much honor and dilligence to service. Your next task is this, and something I have waited patiently till the time did come to let you know. You have family, and comrades in this world Morgann. You have a brother, and Fenian here. Neither more the two can I tell you, save that your brother war ferried to this world by a means different, that did warp and alter the glamuorie he used as a tool in your homelands. Of the Fenian, only that they number 4 with their honor, pride, and accoutrements of service intact, beneath a barrow proper, waiting as you once did. Your last goal, will be to answer the third, and final horn of the Calling. No more of the three will I say." The Morrigan groaned softly, feeling the emotions in him churning by the vivacious, eloquent entity clinging to him. After a moment, and a couple of very deep breaths, the Morrigan asks, "Is there naught other I am required to do, my Lady?" The Morrigu smiled down at her Fian, her Mage, and answered quietly, as she dropped his midnight cowl to the floor of the Tower, "Yes...one more thing Morgann...." -------------------------- Message 536 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Sep 24 11:16:01 1996 CDT From: Rathe (#14172) To: Stryfe (#5113) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Letter of resignation (An IC letter found on the dragon throne in Dragonsbane keep) To Stryfe, of the order of the Wyrm. I trust this reaches you well, after what you did to the last courrier, I thought dropping it off myself would be a better bet. I send this to resign from the order of the wyrm. I remember your threat to anyone leaving after the week had passed, and do hope you have a bit of difficulty finding me, i've had quite enough visits to the eagle in your service.. My reason for leaving entails two things: First, some of the order's methods I find.. shall we say, unpleasant? A fellow dezien of the valley was kidnapped by Embryon, her life threatened, in order to capture a single rider.. I am aware I had notified you of his theft, but threating the life of nothing more than, truly, a child, goes a bit too far. Secondly, The nymph Saraphina, the preivious dezien mentioned, has joined the ranks of the riders. This rather surprised me, as she seemed to remember the dragons as well, but this would block me from continuing with your order... I will not slay those of the valley again.. Too many have suffered already, by the hands of The father of the valley, and by those dragons who attacked. As for my personal vengance against the riders, I have been told, by a rider who was bound to the truth by a truth syrum that Neither Morlith nor the other known Aerie attacked my home. The justice I seek must be settled with those who attacked... As has been pointed out to me, I cannot blame the entire dragon race for the actions of one aerie, or group of renegade dragons Singed, Rathe, Seeker Mage. -------------------------- Message 537 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Sep 24 11:19:58 1996 CDT From: Yseult (#4778) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *DragonRiders (#5915) Subject: Discovered Ruins... Yseult wandered onto the ledge of the Mt, shielding her eyes from the sun as she gazed up at her dragonfriend, perched on the Watch Stone. "Lan, my black beauty, can you leave long enough to take me to the R/T?" she asked. Tierz'yrrlan rumbled in thought a moment, normally hesitant to leave his duties, dispite his reputation as one of the lazier dragons on Morlith. Daan'yrrli spoke up finally, her voice light and airy compared to Tierz'yrrlan's deep, thunderous rumble, |Take your Rider down, Lan. I will keep watch till you return, I do not mind.| Tierz'yrrlan nodded and sprang down from the stone, hitting the ground with a thud. Yseult smiled and gave his eyeridges a loving scritch before climbing up onto his shoulders, wrapping the straps around her wrists in preperation for take off. The Obsidian took to the air gracefully, gliding along on currents with the occational flap of his huge wings. **I haven't seen Yna lately, Lan, has Els said anything?** The dragon's voice entered her mind **No, I have only heard that he is well.** Yseult nodded. **Ilithya does not talk of him anymore. It made me wonder.** Tierz'yrrlan rumbled in thought. Their conversation continued to other issues, so much in fact that niether paid attention to their course for quite some time. **Lan...I think we went the wrong way...** Yseult sent to her dragonfriend. She felt his embarrassment immediatly. **No, no, we're fine... I... think.** But, looking around revealed that indeed they were way off course. The dragon eased them around in a circle, preparing to head back when both of them spotted some sort of domed mountain. **What's that, Yseult? I don't know about this...** Yseult hmmmed, **Hold on, fly down and let's just look at it from the air.** Tierz'yrrlan nodded and flew in for a closer look. Yseult blinked, unable to believe what she was seeing... **Lan, get us home again... you have duties to get back to, and this... is unbelievable** Tierz'yrrlan nodded mutely and turned back towards Morlith. -------------------------- Message 538 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Sep 24 15:55:03 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Memorial Service I'd like everyone to meet in the R/T Obsidian Room later on today at 10pm EST for a Memoral service to remember the Magus Balth.. He had many friends and will be greatly missed. Yours Respectfully Red Fang OOC: If this time is bad, let me know -------------------------- Message 539 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Sep 24 17:38:53 1996 CDT From: Yseult (#4778) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *DragonRiders (#5915) Subject: Ruins of an Aeyrie... Yseult watched Kisanth's sparkling green hide disappear over the horizon, heading back to inform Mt. Morlith of their discovery. Mt. Uruken, once a DragonRider Aeyrie...who knows what had befallen it to leave it in such utter destruction. Only a skeleton in what was once the Dragon Master's office was left to tell any kind of tale, and it wasn't saying much. She turned back from the ledge, walking into the Thantrum, what she assumed was the equal of the Sarkus. It was violated, and would take at least a year, if not more, to be any source of power...if it was ever to be a source of power again at all. Yseult had no real way of knowing. She headed west, into the hallway, not bothering to to glance north. It was highly unlikely the skeleton had moved at all. Walking further west, she entered what Tierz'yrrlan had dubbed, the Dead Caverns. Where once Dragons and Riders had lived and laughed. Now the caverns were caved in, silent, dead. It would be years before it could be cleared out and made even remotely liveable again. Tierz'yrrlan's thunderous voice repeated what her thoughts were saying, |This will take years to clean up... are you sure you want to undertake this task?| Yseult nodded, "Yes... people, dragons, lived here once. Like Morlith. We can't let it die. I'm willing, are you also willing, Lan?" The Obsidian nodded solemnly, making it apparent that where she lead, he would follow. She never felt love so strong from him before...he was proud of her. Tears welled up in her eyes and she almost let them fall. Sniffing a moment, and pretending to rub at her eyes, "All right, well, let's clear the rubble away from one of these caverns and set up a shelter for the night." -------------------------- Message 540 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Sep 24 18:48:16 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A Note This is to let you all know the organization the Federation is no longer around.. Red Fang dismantled it completely.. Fare well -------------------------- Message 541 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Sep 24 22:22:39 1996 CDT From: Naxos (#9972) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Warning the following post after this one will be spammy Balth's funeral to follow this post skip it if you want, it's long. -------------------------- Message 542 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Sep 24 22:28:18 1996 CDT From: Naxos (#9972) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Balth's funeral. Elric remarks casually from the back of the room, "So I hear this Balth sent Embryon away for good..." Yshar says, "Really?" Deckard nods to Ytschen. Brinn turns and looks at Elric quietly. Elric smiles at Brinn. "Elric, Balth passed on as well, sacraficing himself so that we'd never have to face his own future.. You say, "Elric, Balth passed on as well, sacraficing himself so that we'd never have to face his own future.." Brinn blinks slowly and nods. Elric nods to you. Elric [to Naxos]: I have heard the stories. Elric smiles. Perhaps I should say 'legends.' Yshar says, "It would seem I need to listen more often..." "I think we have everyone who is coming, shall we proceed? You say, "I think we have everyone who is coming, shall we proceed?" Yggidrasil smiles nodding to Elric. Red Fang nods. Elric smiles at Brinn. "Hello there." Skywalker nods quietly to Naxos. Brinn says, "Hello." Red Fang stands and cleans his throat. Red Fang rises from the boulders. l The R/T Obsidian Chamber The walls are snowflake obsidian. Ten waist-high stones protrude from roiling fog. The air is dry... smells faintly of something burnt. Frap, Yggidrasil, Naxos, and Fisuer are seated on boulders. You see a candle on the boulders. A candle sheds a warm glow over the room. You see Tulok (Red Fang), Deckard, Strafe (Yshar), (The Huntmaster) Skywalker, Yalon, Ytschen, Hunter (Elric), Ykaire [idle], Yjezra, Brinn, and (Elven Mage) Rathe here. Obvious exits include northeast (ne). Deckard turns his attention to Red Fang. Elric smiles and turns to face the front of the room. Red Fang says, "I'm not sure what to say, but I thought we needed to come together and remember a fallen friend." Brinn turns back around and looks up at Red Fang. Fisuer looks at Red Fang, and nods... Fisuer holds his Time Stone tightly.. Red Fang looks around at the crowd, "Balth was that, a friend to us all. His soul purpose here was selfless." Brinn looks up at her mother and slips her hand in Yjezra's, then does the same, taking Ykaire's hand in hers. :will record the ceremony, "I'll take notes" Ytschen waits quietly for Red Fang Fang to continue. Naxos will record the ceremony, "I'll take notes" Ykaire looks down at Brinn for a moment. Brinn smiles to her father. Red Fang says, "I remember the day he came to Morlith warning Yjezra of things to come, and how at first I didn't trust him. He gave me more chances than I gave him.. and I'll miss him." Yjezra nods, ermembering that time. Red Fang says, "I guess I have nothing else to say, if someone wants to say something please do, this is a remembering and to say good bye to one we cared for" Yalon moves over to yshar Red Fang sighs and slowlies sit back down. Red Fang sits down on one of the stones. Yshar nods to Yalon. Yggidrasil raises a forearm standing up. Elric bows his head slightly, as if in prayer. Yggidrasil rises from the boulders. Yalon nods to Yshar. Ytschen nods to Yggidrasil. Yalon turns to watch Yggy Yshar smiles at Yalon. Oryama arrives from the northeast. Red Fang nods to Oryama. Yggidrasil says, "Balth was the first mage I met, he was kind to me, he preformed my soulbonding ritual to Kisanth, and I will not forget him." Ytschen smiles slightly. Yggidrasil says, "twice, the first time being when Kisanth crashed after trying to fly, then second being when I was taken by Darkhawk and given the poison which nearly killed me did he save my life." Fisuer squawks, "Yggy gunna spam us?" Yggidrasil says, "he's sacraficed himself, coming from a future, one not as happy as he liked, to stop the being known as Embryon from ruining our lives, and killing our friends, Red was right, he did this selflessly, nand without wanting anythinng other than to make our lives happier." Elric nods. Elric says, "Aye. I never had the pleasure of knowing this man, but his sacrifice is very great in mine eyes." Yjezra looks toward Deckard. Yggidrasil says, "Balth was a friend, even with that silly blade he always called Toto, and his strange way of showing up when trouble arose and we needed him he always seemed to care, he was a great man, mayhis friends remember him as a legend now." Yggidrasil smiles softly, rubbibg small tears from his eyes, and sitting back down. Elric nods slowly. hug yg tightly, whispering something to him. You hug Yggidrasil tightly, whispering something to him. Yjezra slowly steps forward, dropping Brinn';s hand. Yggidrasil sits down on one of the stones. Yggidrasil smiles at you. Red Fang smiles at Yggidrasil. Yjezra looks around, her eyes resting on Red then Deckard. Yjezra says, "When I first met Balth, the Aeyrie was still young. We had few dragon's then. Almost no riders yet." Ytschen leans against the wall, taking in the immense power of a man beyond life being able to gather this much 'nobility' into one room. Red Fang watches Yjezra. Yjezra says, "he came among us and helped us to heal the damage, the utter horror that his nemesis Embryon wreaked on the Mount." :crosses one leg over the other, resting softly, he removes his eyepatch, and his head drops slowly, looking at the flor. Sylistran arrives from the northeast. Naxos crosses one leg over the other, resting softly, he removes his eyepatch, and his head drops slowly, looking at the flor. Fisuer looks at his Time Stone and mumbles, "a favor.." rem eye You aren't wearing eyepatch. Sylistran says, "is this the funeral?" Yjezra says, "He had with him then, a young amethyst dragon. Syndril , his companion." nod to sly You nod to sly. Elric nods to Sylistran. Sylistran shrugs. Dylan arrives from the northeast. Yjezra says, "He told Ykaire and I of the destruction..what Embryon had done. he pledged himself to the repair and regrowth of us. That he would destroy Embryon and save us all, Dragons, Riders and all who live in the scope of the Wheel." Fisuer eyes Sylistran warily.. Deckard shakes Dylan's hand. Dylan shakes Deckard'' head. Yjezra smiles softly and nods to Dylan. :smiles speechlessly at Dylan. Naxos smiles speechlessly at Dylan. Ykaire nods. Sylistran [to fiseur]: yes? Dylan smiles at this gathering of old friends. Fisuer shakes his head silently, and just stares at his Time Stone sadly. Yjezra says, "I have taken a scale from the deceased Syndrill, Balth's name has been inscribed upon it and it will hold a place of honor on the Mount." :waves his hand towards Sylistran, motioning him to please be quiet. Naxos waves his hand towards Sylistran, motioning him to please be quiet. Dylan bows his head in silence. Yjezra holds the scale before her and looks down, Tears fall unheeded, softly she ends, "We will miss out friend, and the sacrifice he gave for all of us." Yjezra walks back to Brinn and Kaire and takes their hands. Yggidrasil hugs Yjezra warmly. Elric bows his head. Deckard stands. Yjezra hugs Yggy tightly and nods. Yshar nods to Yjezra. Sylistran goes northeast. Ykaire squeezes Yjezra's hand. Yjezra turns and looks at Deckard, her eyes worried. Dylan walks quickly over to Ytschen, ruffling his non-existent hair. Deckard rubs his head. Yjezra smiles gently at kaire. Deckard . o O ( hand ) Deckard says, "I'd like to say something." Red Fang nods at Deckard. Yjezra gives an amethyst dragon scale to Brinn. :turns towards Deckard listening intently. Naxos turns towards Deckard listening intently. Dylan turns to watch Deckard. Yggidrasil walks over to Brinn and looks at the scale in her hands. Deckard says, "Balth made a sacrifice. Not one made today, but one years ago." Brinn looks up and smiles, turning it so Yggy can read it. Yalon has lost his link. Yggidrasil smiles happily, small tears rolling down his face, and nodding to Brinn. Deckard says, "Balth's life was done to him when he left his home. His life was there and he willingly left it. From then on his days were numbered, and he didn't care." Brinn hugs Yggidrasil warmly. Yggidrasil returns the hug, softly. Deckard says, "That's what makes a sacrific. He wasn't willing to risk himself, he was willing to give himself up." Yjezra closes her eyes tightly, lowering her head. Red Fang listens quietly to Deckard, with his head lowered. Dylan breaths deeply, blinking. Deckard says, "Balth had honor. He had pride. He had a purpose." Yalon has connected. Ytschen places his hand on Dylan's shoulder. Deckard squeezes his hand, "That's what counts." Deckard winces. Frap nods slowly. Dylan nods curtly at Deckard. Deckard says, "What he did for us, he did for all of us." ::'s lips turn into a small grin, and he stands patting Deckard on his back. Naxos's lips turn into a small grin, and he stands patting Deckard on his back. Yjezra looks at Deckard, nods. Deckard says, "Forever" Deckard says, "And I'm pissed off!" Deckard squeezes his fists. Skywalker arches an eyebrow. Red Fang looks up at Deckard. Yjezra bites her lip and watches Deckard silently. Deckard says, "But that's no good." Yggidrasil rubs the redness from his eyes, standing, and showing an almost fake smile. Fisuer squawks, "You should hear the music I'm listening to, fits the mood perfectly.." Deckard says, "Balth didn't do this so I could drink and break my hand. He didn't do this so we could all feel sorry for ourselves." Yjezra says, "Hush Fis..ruins with OOC" Dylan says, "Atta boy. . ." Deckard says, "The point of a sacricfic comes not when it happens, but afterward. We make the sacrific." Red Fang smiles at Deckard, "your right" Yjezra smiles at Dylan. A thin line of blood runs down Deckard's arm from his hand. Deckard says, "And that's all I can really think to say..." Dylan walks over to Deckard and offer his hand. Brinn walks over to Deckard and looks up at him, reaching for his hand. Dylan [to Brinn]: Ladies first. Elric nods slowly, thinking... Deckard smiles weakly, "I've only got one good one." Deckard hugs Brinn. Yalon smiles faintly, guessing what brinn plans. Deckard shakes Dylan's hand. Deckard sits. Brinn smiles and takes Deckards broken hand in hers, gently and holds it a moment, then hugs Deckard tightly. Yggidrasil stands not moving. Brinn says, "May I heal you?" Deckard [to Brinn]: If you wish. Elric looks up and grins at Brinn. Alluvia arrives from the northeast. Dylan smiles and shakes his head at this little wonder. Yalon moves over as Alluvia arrives, whispering to her. Elric nods to Alluvia. Yalon murmurs something to Alluvia. :smiles softly at Alluvia, a his face is cold, yet his eyes show great sympathy, as he nods to her. Naxos smiles softly at Alluvia, a his face is cold, yet his eyes show great sympathy, as he nods to her. Deckard holds his hand out to Brinn. Brinn nods solemnly and takes Deckards hand once more and holds it gently. A soft red glow surrounds his hand. "You must not sacrifice yourself for your pain." Yalon murmurs something to Alluvia. Yshar smiles. Deckard says, "Pain reminds me of things I can't forget..." Yggidrasil rubs his eyes once, he walks over to Alluvia, a soft whimper escapes his lips, he hugs Alluvia and whispers his name to her, and what she's missed. Alluvia holds Yggidrasil's hand... looking downward.. Yalon steps back as Ygg moves near alluvia. Alluvia stands silent... listening to the sounds in the room Deckard smiles at Brinn, "Thank you." Yggidrasil nods to Yalon. Brinn releases Deckards hand and raises an index finger to Deckards forehead between his brows. "This is were he lives." She then lays her hand on Deckards heart, "And here. Balth does not die." Frap smiles at Alluvia. Yggidrasil moves away from Alluvia and sits back down. Deckard nods to Brinn. Brinn turns and walks back to her parents. Yshar says, "Might I speak a few words?" Elric smiles. Yggidrasil says, "rest in peaces Balth, thank you for us, we won't make your sacrafice go in vain." Yjezra takes Brinn's hand again and smiles down at her, nodding. Red Fang nods at Yshar. Yshar steps forward respectfully. Yshar nods slowly. Yshar says, "It has been said, that everyone has something to teach." :listens to Yshar, nodding solemnly. Naxos listens to Yshar, nodding solemnly. Yshar says, "And I believe Balth taught us more then his fair share." Yshar smile slightly. Yshar says, "It is in this time that perhaps he taught us something about life..." Yggidrasil typos, peace. Fisuer goes northeast. Yshar says, "For us deathless ones, this day is a lesson we have seldom chance to learn." Rathe has lost his link. Yshar nods to himself, and breathes deeply. Elric nods solemnly at the thought. Yshar sings, "o/~ Who wants to live forever, who wants to love forever, o/~" Yshar sings, "o/~ When love must die... o/~" Yggidrasil lets out a soft chuckle, nodding to Yshar. Yshar sings, "o/~ This world has only one sweet moment set aside for us... o/~" Rathe has connected. Yalon smiles and nods to Yshar. Elric looks up to Yshar and smiles. Yjezra smiles softly at Yshar's words. Yshar sings, "o/~ Who wants to live forever, Who wants to love forever.....When love must die... o/~" Elric smiles approvingly at Yshar. Dylan smiles and nods to Yshar. grin You grin. Frap has lost his link. Red Fang has lost his link. Yjezra looks toward Dylna. Dylan says, "Well, I s'pose the ramblings of my like are welcome at a time like this so I'll sally forth and spew verbage for a bit." Deckard grins at Dylan. Elric grins. Yshar smiles. Yjezra giggles at Dylan. Brinn claps happily. Yggidrasil smiles faintly at Dylan. Dylan says, "I, have had the honor, dubious at best, of seeing many fine people come into and leave this area of the world." Yalon listens to the obviously well known by all except him, guy. Dylan says, "This man, Balth, he was a good kid. Minded his own, helped those that were wanting. " Yjezra smiles at Dylan's words and nods. l The R/T Obsidian Chamber The walls are snowflake obsidian. Ten waist-high stones protrude from roiling fog. The air is dry... smells faintly of something burnt. Frap, Naxos, Red Fang, and Yggidrasil are seated on boulders. You see a candle on the boulders. A candle sheds a warm glow over the room. You see Deckard, Strafe (Yshar), (The Huntmaster) Skywalker, Yalon, Ytschen [idle], Hunter (Elric), Ykaire [idle], Yjezra, Brinn, (Elven Mage) Rathe, (Assoc. Mage) Oryama, Dylan, and (Assoc. Mage) Alluvia here. Obvious exits include northeast (ne). Rathe glances through the exit. Dylan says, "I never did understand why he would take up with those who'd tinker in the less firm. Prolly the same reason I go out and look for the Coyote in the night sky. I'm nearly outta words and wind but I will tell you that if you, any of you!, let this man's battle go to your head, if you let this singular act of decency go. You're all fools. " Alluvia moves close to her husband... Yalon takes his wifes hand in his own. Elric smiles, nodding slowly. Yjezra smiles at Dylan. Deckard smiles at Dylan. chuckle politely at dylan You chuckle politely at Dylan. Alluvia nods., smiling slightly. Cristal arrives from the northeast. Dylan says, "I'm not going to tell you he was selfless, he was from the future. you can put two and two together. . he was fightin 'is own battle." Deckard stands. Karcass arrives from the northeast. Karcass nods. Yggidrasil smiles at Cristal and Karcass. Skywalker nods. Deckard hugs Cristal. Cristal smiles and everyone, hugging Deckard warmly. :waves a greeting to the latecomers. Naxos waves a greeting to the latecomers. Yjezra smiles and nods to the new arrivals. Cristal excuses herself for being late and quietly listens. Dylan says, "I'm offa the stump. I will miss him." Yjezra says, "We all will Dylan, thank you." Alluvia says, "well said .." Ytschen steps forward and help Dylan to the wall. Deckard slaps Dylan on the shoulder. Deckard rubs his hand. Dylan chuckles at Deckard. Deckard cracks a slight grin at Dylan. Elric says something into his communicator. Dylan [to Deckard]: I think you mighta been wrong 'bout the drinking part though. Yjezra smiles at Deckard. Ykaire sighs softly. Elric rumbles gravely, "hmm..." Deckard nods to Dylan. :stifles a grin at Dylan. Yjezra looks at Dylan, "Drinking?" Naxos stifles a grin at Dylan. Yshar smirks. Alluvia smiles softly in the direction of Yjezra. Yjezra looks at kaire, whispers, "Did you want to say a few words?" Elric says something into his communicator. Elric frowns and curses under his breath. Elric says, "I'm sorry. I'm afraid I'll have to leave now." :looks curiously at ELric. Naxos looks curiously at ELric. wave to elric You wave to Elric. Elric says, "My uncle's condition has worsened." Yshar nods to Elric. Elric nods to everyone. "hope he is alright, good eve. You say, "hope he is alright, good eve." Yjezra nods to Elric. Dylan waves to Elric. Alluvia says, "goodday Elric.." Skywalker nods. Alluvia says, "be well" Elric heads for the door, but pauses, turns back and bows to the lone candle. Elric nods to Alluvia. Elric . o O ( meant all ) Elric says, "I thank you for your well-wishing." Elric grins. Alluvia laughs Elric says, "I only hope it works." ooc : would like to indicate the time being 8 PM Naxos would like to indicate the time being 8 PM Elric bows to everyone. Elric goes northeast. (OOC) From Dylan - ** - [You are not signed in!] He pages, "I tried to run 'em all off. . ." :finishes writing up, his hand tired, he looks around, "anyone else? Naxos finishes writing up, his hand tired, he looks around, "anyone else? +dlyan chuckles. "dlyan" is not the name of any player. +dylan chuckles. (to Dylan) Naxos chuckles. Yjezra looks at Ykaire expectantly. l The R/T Obsidian Chamber The walls are snowflake obsidian. Ten waist-high stones protrude from roiling fog. The air is dry... smells faintly of something burnt. Naxos and Yggidrasil are seated on boulders. You see a candle on the boulders. A candle sheds a warm glow over the room. You see Deckard, Strafe (Yshar), (The Huntmaster) Skywalker, Yalon, Ytschen, Ykaire, Yjezra, Brinn, (Elven Mage) Rathe, (Assoc. Mage) Oryama, Dylan, (Assoc. Mage) Alluvia, (Assoc. Mage -- Baby) Cristal, and Triton (Karcass) here. Obvious exits include northeast (ne). Ykaire shakes his head to Yjezra. Yjezra nods slightly. ---------------------- The End ------------------------------ -------------------------- Message 543 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Sep 24 22:42:23 1996 CDT From: Axelle (#9124) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Inheritance Axelle looked about the room, the room she shared with Embryon. It seemed empty now, with him gone. Her eyes glowed in the dim light, and sweat beaded at her brow. Within a half hour, the room was transformed. It was marked with her magic. She sighed softly, Embryon had allowed her to remain here...To learn from his library, to live with his memory. She looked down at her left hand, at the ring he had given her. She chuckled at the thought of herself being like that of a wife to him. Yes, he had been the only man ever to break her. To _make_ her serve. In a weird way, she missed him. There was no one now to challenge her arrogance. She walked along the hallway, peeping into The Austere Room. Malleus, Natasha, and Aurion were in deep sleep. Her eyes glowed brightly, the green almost white. They would not sleep much longer. She had work for them to do. Kzin was the last to be transported here. They would abide with their Mistress. Yes, their servitude would continue. For now. She walked back to her room, glancing down at the man in her bed. His rippling muscles, the sheer solidity of his frame contrasted with the softness of the comforter that twisted about him. A new student. One that craved the mastery of Tantric Magic. He would do well. She reached down and slid her fingers along his thigh. A trail of faint purple light blazed and then, was gone. She turned him over on his stomach carefully, avoiding arms that reached out for an embrace. She then beagan to chant, marking him. Soon, the inverted pentagram scar was complete. She left quietly, then, satisfied with her accomplishments for the day. Riding the elevator, she hesitated at the portal. Her eyes swept up the mountainside. In an uncharacteristic gesture, she knelt down then. Her green eyes closed, and her hands met palm to palm. She bid her farewell to Embryon. When she got up, she slid the wedding band from her finger and tucked it away. She brushed the hair from her eyes, eyes aglow. She ventured through the portal...head held high. -------------------------- Message 544 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Sep 25 09:49:40 1996 CDT From: Axelle (#9124) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Exorcism Axelle closed her eyes and let the voice speak to her. It was a familiar one...one she trusted. She let it vacuum her out of Cristal's body, out of her mind, soul and spirit. She chuckled to herself, actually glad to be free of that possession. It had be trying, having to surpress that woman. Cristal was not as weak of inner power, as she had thought. Her mind quickly thought of Deckard, the man who now was the focus of Cris' attentions and affections. It would be fun just to see if she could too seduce him. Ahhh, but her purpose here was not to torment Cristal. In fact, the woman could even be of use. She grinned, and relinquinshed all control over the pretty mage. Time would tell. -------------------------- Message 545 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Sep 25 15:28:32 1996 CDT From: Darius_Lee (#10280) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Pack Above the bar at the R/t Lounge: Brothers, and sisters of the Wolf pack, come together the bonding has begun! Come to the Green room at the R/t building and speak with me, all aspiring wolf pack members." Darius Lee (ooc:Wolf pack meeting This Sunday 8pm EST) -------------------------- Message 546 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Sep 25 16:14:18 1996 CDT From: Frap (#6337) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *mages (#11664) Subject: Ic Name Change OOC: Changing the name of Frap to Phantom Rose Frap has decided to take on a more apporprate mage name, calling from a story his mother told him once he pondered long and hard.. Same person, just organizing his emotional and spirital state.. I'll post more as my imagination allows Robert -------------------------- Message 547 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Sep 25 16:17:04 1996 CDT From: Kynwal (#1610) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The magus returns The magus Kynwal was observed entering the R/T building early this morning. He looked haggard and extremely tired. The only thing he would say as he walked to call a shuttle to use was: I have completed the tower. Now mages can congregate on neutral ground. After say that he entered the copter and it sped away. Unusual for someone who usually uses magickal travel. -------------------------- Message 548 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Sep 25 16:48:09 1996 CDT From: Venom (#9857) To: *mages (#11664) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: An adventure returns. I have been gone a while on a long trip searching for things that is not knowen to me. I have adventured and met a voodoo expert. I have been learning the art of dark voodoo magic, and know i have changed my name to Bocor. A bocor ois a powerful voodoo black magician. So now i am Bocor the Warlord. Any questions ask me. -------------------------- Message 549 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Sep 25 17:19:35 1996 CDT From: Reco (#9870) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The truth comes out. Did you wonder about the most wanted criminal in town? Remember CHUCKY? Well heres the story of what happened to him. Reco and Darius Lee were talking nicely about there past, and future, and then suddenly Reco bursted out in terror and hystericalness. He said "YOU remember me Im CHucky. And im a wolf recomb. remember the terror i caused in peoples faces back a year or two ago? Well im back.... Its me darius its me Chucky. Darius Lee gasps in astonishment, and then says "Its you... Its you? You dont even look like a WOLF. What happened to you?" Reco "You really want to hear the story of me?" Darius Lee replies "I guess so." Then Reco said.. "When i disappeared i moved to mexico, trying to get away from the people hunting me. I found 2 men Cheeko, and Papa Manquez, they heard my story many times, and they decided i would become a mexican, so they dressed me like a mexican, and tried to make me look as human as possible. Then they taught we things, and i lived a good live there. I sent a friend i new from on my trip to mexicco to make everyone think he was me. His name was Assassin. Then a month or two ago me and my mexican pals moved here. I .met some people around and made sure everyone thought i was not Chucky." Darius Lee says in astonishment, "Oh my god you look not like a wolf at all. How could you do this to us wolves? But don't fear my brother we are hear for you now. We'll support you and help you in any wya possible" Reco then says "thank you my sister, I will become a wolf more now. I will act like a wolf, and change my name back to Chucky. Will this satisfy you sister?" Darius says "Yes it will... Yes it will, thanks for telling em this. I am happy to be the first one to know you again Chuckty." Reco says "I have changed Darius Lee, I have changed plenty. i am a more adept hunter, a more skillful prey, and a more decent person. In a way.? Darius Lee "then let it be known to all that Chucky has returned." Chucky replies "Yes i have, and i will stay." So its me chucky people. But im not wanted any more. Im more civilized, and more wolfy." -------------------------- Message 550 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Sep 25 17:30:25 1996 CDT From: Alluvia (#12737) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: ahem not to mention btw, that how can someone go from a wolf recomb, hide themselves and become hispanic and then do that? We're talking bout a drastic change here guys.... and that was tacky what you did to Darius.. considering you didn't even rp that convo. alluvi -------------------------- Message 551 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Sep 25 18:16:06 1996 CDT From: Chase (#14123) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: RE: wolf to mexicano dude. I guess you didn't read his .plan _BEFORE_ he became chucky eh? it said "will a wiz please take RECOMB offa my .sheet... it doesn't fit my character at all." so, once a wiz takes it off his .sheet, and @reroll!s' him, then you don't have to worry about a mexican recomb eh? *wink* Chase -------------------------- Message 552 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Sep 25 18:18:52 1996 CDT From: Chase (#14123) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: .o O (hmm) O o I read Chucky/Reco's post, and he can't really do that I thought. I saw him before I read his post (serves me for speaking out eh?) Chase -------------------------- Message 553 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Sep 25 19:51:01 1996 CDT From: Kynwal (#1610) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Chucky/Reco This thread does not belong here. Take it to *Chat. -------------------------- Message 554 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Sep 26 19:11:14 1996 CDT From: Clouds (#11128) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Could this be home for me? She entered cautiously. After walking for so many days in the scorching heat of the Wastes, she needed to rest. The cool air of this building is _so_ very refreshing. Looking around this strange building she became aquainted with a replicator in some sort of lounge. Making herself a tent to sleep in for the night, she bedded down and was snoring softly in an instant. I @rerolled and renamed Pandora to start over on a new character. She wasn't going very far from the start and considering I stopped coming on for awhile, I thought it better to build a whole new character. Hope to RP with you all! :> -------------------------- Message 555 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Sep 26 23:19:22 1996 CDT From: Astaroth (#11804) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Order... My Liege, It pains me to consider the events just hence. However, knowing of them, as I do, then I am left with only one recourse left. Of those who are Gifted, some will while away their Gift, letting it wither within them. Others will use it, squander it foolishly. Then there are those who will train with it as a swordsman trains with his chosen blade. I feel I fall into the third catagory. While it is certifiably true, my Liege, that I did study under Embryon, and watch the effects of rituals both ghastly and macabre, it is also true that I seek to learn, to manifest and increase my Gift for my own reasons, which are certainly not the same ones as my erstwhile Master, Embryon. My own reasons for such, I will remain silent upon, as the magickal Law of Contagion truly does forbid me to speak further. Giving voice to such, I hereby resign as Knight of the Order of the Wyrm, withdrawing my influences and abilities from said Order, with the addenums that I intend to go my own way in peace, and expect the honor of the Order will treat me in like manner. Also, that in going in peace as such, that if you require the services of a Mage of the Second Circle, that I will gladly parlay with you for the services you seek, if they be within my grasp. And finally, I would seek a peaceful audience with Ellyw, to discuss the matter of Cyhyraeth. Astaroth Midyr Magister -------------------------- Message 556 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Sep 27 03:44:13 1996 CDT From: Axelle (#9124) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Addendum Oh...for anyone interested in joining the RP, feel free to page me too. Realize, it entails submission. Finger Axelle, and watch her RP. (BTW, this is a special post for Theseus *wink to Theseus* who questioned the need to grope, not gripe) *laugh* Axelle/Sue -------------------------- Message 557 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Sep 27 03:44:54 1996 CDT From: Axelle (#9124) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: ACK That was meant for CHAT -- SORRY. :( -------------------------- Message 558 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Sep 27 11:42:58 1996 CDT From: Samael (#9043) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A long walk... Samael hiked downslope, moving easily, taking the time to observe the quiet and solitude of his surroundings, the calm nature of the mountains near Mt. Uruken. With a sigh, he thought, "If tranquility was only this easy all the time." Descending from Uruken had given him much needed time to think, alone, unpressured by his past, without the looming presence of his current situation looming like some god of judgement over his thoughts. He thought of Lan, his only real friend, of Yseult, Lan's Rider, and of the irony of his present situation. "Knight of the Order and companion of Drazathak or former rider and friend of Morlith. Which do I chose?" He asked himself, his quiet voice startlingly loud in the still morning air. He shook his head, amused, thinking "Next I'll be muttering to myself in public." As he approached the winding road cutting through these foothills, Samael heard the sound of an approaching motor vehicle, and made his decision. Stepping out from the pines, he flagged down the approaching truck. As the truck rolled to a halt, he smiled genuinely for the first time in weeks, and said "Thanks for stopping, neighbor. Would you happen to be headed toward a town?" The old truck rumbled down the road, leaving behind the mountains that concealed the bleak, abandoned Aeyrie of Mt. Uruken. With a backward glance, Samael turned his thoughts away from his past, and began planning for the future. -------------------------- Message 559 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Sep 28 22:38:22 1996 CDT From: Griffen (#9676) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *submariners (#8388) Long have I searched through the dark waves, looking, looking for my lost love. And long has her presence escaped me. 'Tis my fault, really, that Sylph is missing. She snuck out during the hours or deepest night, when the waves crest black beneath the sunless sky. She left our home to return to her people at the Coral Reach. But blind, the way must have been dim before her. So, in chance this will never happen again, I sought out Cheetah of the Tech order. He has built a modified GPS for her use, not only as a instrument to overcome handicaps of the Touched, but also as a symbol to bring two peoples closer to peace. I, now, have no malice for those tinkering techies. Nor, do I hope, should my brethren. I only hope their minds and souls have not been swayed too far from the path of Meloth. Now I return to my search. Perhaps a little more hopeful, but scared still nonetheless. Praise thee, Grieving Queen, so that I may find MY queen. Griffen Submariner of the Waves Knight Defender in the past -------------------------- Message 560 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Sep 29 14:16:00 1996 CDT From: Akane (#14270) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: just a day.... Akane walked quietly through Jizo, his hands glowing as he healed a person... he smiled, and walked into an herb garden, and flashbacks of his family and friends occured... his mind seemed to wander as he weeded it carefully, and pulled some mysterious herbs out of the ground... Her smelt one, and threw it to a nearby mini-rex, he then batted its head off, and smiled, feeling somewhat better, knowing that he could defend himself from the creatures that killed his family (OOC note: read my .plan.. it explains it all :) ) He then thought of his friends of now... The wonderful Tanda, with her charming smile, and then he thought of the Elven Mage Rathe, how he had laughed when he told the story of his parent's death.... as if he could help them being buddists, going agianst harming another creature, even if it meant there deaths... He sighed, and walked back to his hotel room, opening the door, and strumming a few chords on his old guitar. he then placed it by the bedside, and drifted off to sleep... thinking of things to come... -------------------------- Message 561 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Sep 29 19:02:17 1996 CDT From: Deckard (#3748) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Party! Deckard, Cristal, and the Mystique household cordial invite you to a party and costume ball in the Maison de Mystique ballroom from 10:00 EST/9:00 CST till it stops. Costumes are not requird but those not in a costume will be ridiculed, talked about behind their backs and generally looked down upon. Please show up! Thank you -------------------------- Message 562 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Sep 29 19:54:02 1996 CDT From: Zillah (#5587) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Good Mourning, Black Friday. Zillah slammed her fist into the wall of her Chambers, making her attendants jump or visibly wince. Her single eye glittered darkly as she crumpled the note from the Shadow, reporting that once again the Black Coven had be thwarted in its efforts to gain the upper hand over that Embryon damned Association. With a harsh gesture, she dismissed the attendants. They immediatly scurried out the door, pushing and tripping over each other in their efforts to escape Zillah's angry gaze. Watching them didn't lighten her mood in the slightest. She began to pace the floor then, bootheels clicking on the cement. Her mind whirled with thoughts of torturing their leader, that Morrigan, in her labs or taking each of the little Seekers and skewering each of them slowly and painfully. That made her mood lift slightly, but she still snapped "This better be good!" when someone tapped lightly on her door. The woman who stepped through had a definate air of arrogant confidence about her as she glided around to take a seat on one of Zillah's stools. With a flourish of her hand and a smile on her face she began to speak, "I think I can help you, Zillah al'Muthlim. If you will grant me enough time to speak." Zillah allowed a smile to cross her lips, for about two seconds. "Speak then, and make it good. Otherwise, you will find yourself furthering my experiments." As the woman began, Zillah was dubious, but as she continued, she became interested. She hardly realized there was a smile on her face by the time the woman had finished, a smile that would congeal anyone's blood in seconds. -------------------------- Message 563 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Sep 29 21:18:30 1996 CDT From: Tybon (#7159) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: post #561 Tybon is the door-man for the party...let him know if you want in or out. :) , -------------------------- Message 564 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Sep 30 05:31:26 1996 CDT From: Cristal (#7366) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: What a night! Cristal and Deckard spent the afternoon together, preparing for the evening's Masquerade Ball. It was to be held at the Maison...Deckard had decorated the ballroom beautifully. Guests arrived at the given time and activities included a dance and costume contest. People mingled and had fun checking out each other's costumes. The party fizzled however, after Ylise had a mysterious breakdown. She had started screaming and passed out, just as the judging for the costumes began. Cristal frowned to herself, as she lied in bed, thinking...She blamed herself for Ylise's outburst. Ylise had taken Cristal's demon spirit upon herself. She vowed to help her new friend. Cristal looked over at Deckard beside her. She giggled and locked up all his clothes in her armoire. Crawling back in bed, she snuggled against Deckard's side, smiling as he wrapped his arms around her. Her heart once again felt almost whole. She drifted off, dreaming of the future. OOC: Sorry this post seems a like it was written by a 5 yr old. I'm dead tired! Been up all night doing homework! ACK! It's 6:30am! -------------------------- Message 565 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Sep 30 16:12:00 1996 CDT From: Salome (#10655) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *submariners (#8388) Subject: The Tritioness Found I had gone searching that day, as I did often. I liked to explore these waters, although clouded and murky, for it's unknown and forgotten treasures. I would often find a cavern, or a small ammount of crystals.. or even an odd, albiet angered sea creature. But this day, I was to find a lost one. I had found a cavern, strange and peculiar, dark, many things fallen around it, with groups of small strangely colored fish swimming into it's depths in great numbers. I followed these fish into the cavern's ominous darkness, and searched, "A new place... perhaps an old abode" I thought to myself, feeling my way, lower into it's darkened jaws.. I swam deeper, only to find another room.. a basement of sorts. Little remained of this place, with exception to a algae covered rocking horse. A small hole seemed to stand at a far corner, but I could not make my way through it's opening. But then... I saw her... The Tritoness Sylph, hunched against a wall, silent. I could not tell if she was sleeping .. or worse, so I swam closer for better inspection... "Sylph?" I said in a rather curiously frightened voice... "Sylph are you awake?" Sylph turned, nodding slightly, perhaps surprised that someone had found her... "Yes? Who has found me ? " "Salome... I found you here... We had thought you were gone forever.." She went on to explain, how after getting lost in the ocean's great waters, she followed the movements of a large school of fish til they led her here, her food being tiny fish that she could find.. She had not known a way to get back, or where she was, and had no communications device to call with. I quickly helped her up, "Well you are safe now... I will take you back to your home..". She came, holding to my arm, as I swam back to her dome at Coral's Reach. She quickly called out for Cora, who was lying on a bed nearby, visibly hurt. She went to help Cora immediately, feeling her own well being back in order. But still to me.. she seemed distracted... not quite sure of something. I asked not a word, instead swimming outwards, quietly while she tended to her sick guide. The Submariner nation would see this as a welcomed discovery. -------------------------- Message 566 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Sep 30 16:16:48 1996 CDT From: Morpheus (#12681) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Sojourn Morpheus trudged on through the seemingly endless sands of the wastelands, sweat pouring down his brow as he continually pelted the ground with his footsteps. "You must seek a guide. One who is of the spirit world, to lead you through the troubles of this world and render guidance through its trials" his Mentor had said. Morph's vision seemed to drift for a moment as he recalled the detailed preparation he had undertaken as part of this, his vision quest for spiritual communion. It was a concept alien to him and one that had taken a great deal of effort on Timber's part to explain. After all, for one who was for all intensive respects a god, the idea of a spirit world hardly seemed important or even feasible. But this was not home, and he no longer had those abilities. To undertake the quest, he had bathed himself in the icy cold waters of the ocean outside of his mentor's cave before seemingly baking himself inside a strange structure called a "sweatlodge". Assaulted by heat and the smoke of fire, he had again plunged himself into the ocean afterwards, much as a blacksmith cools steal after tempering. The final ritual was perhaps the most significant, as Morph purified his "spirit" by washing it. Not with water, but with smoke produced by the burning of cedar, sweetgrass, and tobacco. It had been six days ago since he had completed the preparations, and six days later, Morpheus still found himself alone. Tired, he thought. I am so tired. In previous life Morpheus had never needed sustenance, but locked in a physical form, he now struggled to maintain both consciousness and coherence as his depleted shell dealt with his forced fasting. Only the purity of water, the lifegiver, allowed him to reach this far. Finally, unable to continue onwards, Morpheus collapsed onto his side in the sand. With the sun pounding mercilessly upon his pale complexion, Morpheus began to drift into unconsciousness. A sudden sound interrupted him however and he surged back to awareness, noting that the sky had begun to darken with previously absent clouds. Frowning, Morpheus raised his head up slightly to study the wastes. A slight breeze began to blow, gaining strength until large swirls and eddies of sand began to tear at him. Morpheus screamed as the fabric of his robe began to shred and tear until he lay naked in an enormous cyclone of air and sand. Lightning began to crash down, tearing great rents in the Earth and leaving blackened patches of ash. And then, he heard the Voice. "KNOW ME" it said, and for one dreadful instant, Morpheus was truly afraid. Never in all his millenia of existance had he ever felt so afraid, so alienated from all things physical and familiar. A dark shape began to manifest within the swirls of sand, starting first as a light greyish blur, and then becoming as black as the veil of night. A magnificent creature, a bird of some sort with plumage as dark as pitch, soared through the whirling sands to land upon the branch of a burned and gutted tree. Startled, Morpheus found new strength and surged to his feet, knowing the tree had not been there before. "I AM RAVEN" Morpheus almost shook at the magnitude of that terrible voice, it seemed to come from all around him, and even his brain seemed to shake from its power. "YOU HAVE SOUGHT ME AND I HAVE ANSWERED. I KNOW YOUR HEART AND IT SPEAKS THINGS TO ME. KNOW THIS. YOU ARE MY VOICE." A peculiar feeling crept up Morph's spine. Almost a shiver as he beheld the words and knew them as truth. Their meaning was unclear, but an overwhelming sense of truth enveloped them. Before he could speak, the Raven leapt from its perch and surged forth at incredible speed. Startled, Morpheus raised his arms to shield his face and suddenly found himself prone upon his back. Fully clothed in the middle of the wastes. Shaking his aching head, he regained his feet and looked about. Nothing. The desert was as barren as it ever was. Strangely, he did not feel either hungry, weak, or even thirsty. But as he turned to gather his things from the ground, he could not help but notice the single, black feather of a Raven that drifted across his path and took to the air, carried by the swirling winds of the wastes. OOC: Sorry this post was so long and spammy, but I felt an experience like this should be properly described. Thanks for reading it if you actually did read the whole thing.... -------------------------- Message 567 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Sep 30 16:40:08 1996 CDT From: Ylise (#14877) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Confusion...Too many words spoken The angel's body finally hit the pillow in anguished, fought sleep. Her muscles surrenduring finnaly against her will. So much had happened this day. Such a feeling had come over her, a feeling that had not run against her in many years.. her eyes closed, her mind still swirling with thoughts... horrid thoughts. "This... has infested me... And I could not control it.." Such enities could be controlled.. as they had before. Removal of the force had been done... was taught well to her, and yet, It could not be found in the first place. She could not recall when she had fallen, screaming the horrific thoughts of a child's death... thrown, stoned angrily by a mob... her child... so long ago.. in front of her eyes... The bloody face crying for her.... "Had this happened ? ", she thought to herself. She could no longer recall how her children had perished... It seemed as if it was millions of years ago... but .. it was so very long. Then her mind flashed ... her own voice screaming, struggling to break free from an unknown grasp upon her, squeezing the life away from her, her face growing... changing ... aging ... "No... no... this .. NO!" She woke up in a scream... looking down at herself... shaking herself out of the dream. She could not remember what she had screamed for... what she was screaming for now.. "I ... I must find a way... "... her mind aching with the thoughts... struggling "I have told so much... this cannot be... I... must find his teachings... his way... " her body fell again to the bed... exhausted, her mind closing.. her body slowing... putting her to rest. -------------------------- Message 568 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Sep 30 18:20:30 1996 CDT From: DemonWolf (#13247) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Dreadnaught (master tin box) and his bow I was in dazing in the R/T Round Room... minding my own business i didnt even notice anyone come in..... When suddenly I hear a Twang of a bow string, being released..... and feel the searing heat as an arrow enters into my side, I stagger with the force of the arrow entering through my leather vest and into me.... I look up and see Dreadnaught reloading his bow; Knowing that certain death is upon me I run for my very life... Where I do not know, but I ran with all my might, evading dreadnaughts dreaded arrows of death.. .. suddenly i find myself in the lounge after running through alot of different rooms, I remember tripping over some puzzles and the searing heat as the arrow dug deeper into my already tender flesh.... HawkEye was in the Lounge, doing what i do not know; but thankfully he was willing to protect me from dreadnaught as he rushed into the lounge Dreadnaught just muttered that i needed to go to to his master..... Dreadnaught then eleft with his bow still loaded... HawkEye smuggled me past dreadnaught with skill, he removed the arrow and tended me until I was able to get home... But dreadnaught is still out there, bow at the ready and loaded with his deadly arrows.... -------------------------- Message 569 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Oct 1 17:38:25 1996 CDT From: Bocor (#9857) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A letter You walk into a room and you see a notice sign hanging on the wall you look at it and ee that it says.. Dear Weaponsmiths, Wanted one or two weaponsmiths. A man/or woman who wants a job with good pay. The job is to make many unigue, weapons which would be good on the market. The buisness whill be a good paying buisness, and also have very high secuirity and dependable stafff. So if your a good weapon maker, and love to make things as a hobby, heres where you can make your hobby come in handy. You'll become rich. You'll ge payed good and also have plenty of friends which you'll meet. So if this looks like the job for you, leave me some mail, or just call me on the phone. Thanks and hope to hear from you. OOC This is mainly for wizards who would be willing to help me and 2 others in a buisness of selling weapons. You'll get paid good and have a place in or workspace. We can rp you making, and willhave an office for you to work in and everything. Thanks. PLease may a wiz sponser this. If you would like to join if you are a PC then also give me a call, but not many people will get in. And you have to have a pretty well developed character, and good rp skills. -------------------------- Message 570 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Oct 1 17:49:59 1996 CDT From: Cordelia (#9687) To: *submariners (#8388) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: How long have I been sleeping... Cordelia blinked her eyes open, disorientation clouding her vision for a moment before she realized she was lying in a crystal box inside a strange room. Finding the top sealed securely, she started pounding on the glass with her fists till the crystal shattered around her, miraculously leaving her unharmed. Rising from the frame she looked around, trying to piece together her memory... -------------------------- Message 571 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Oct 2 17:16:59 1996 CDT From: Bocor (#9857) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Hawkeye is Possessed. The morning was bright and looking like it will be a great day. Bocor peered out of his woindow, staring into the sun and said "This dsay will be good" He ran to the lounge as fast as he could. Bocor was going to meet a friend named hawkeye. Hawkkeye and Bocor walked around and sparred for a while then they started to play a game called Spirit Possession.... The mighty staff of the snakes which Bocor found in the wastelands had lots of power, because the god of the snakes were inside the stick. With a quick blow to the head Bocor knocked Hawkeye out, because hawkeye wasn't loking. Bocor took him to his hideout and started the procedure. He started chanting words of praise to the gods of the snake, ASking them to come down and take the spirit of hawkeye and replace it with a new one which would be controllable by Bocor. The chanting went on for a few minutes. Then tthe gods finally answered and told Bocor that the transformation was done. Now Hawkeye became owned by the staff of Bocor, the Snake Staff. Hawkeye terrorized the building and attack any unfortunate soul. Just about killing Demonwolf. The transformation Worked. -------------------------- Message 572 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Oct 2 22:47:42 1996 CDT From: Sanchez (#14632) To: *ideas (#504) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: pawn Shop A pawn shop just opened up in the Qville underground. All are welcome. business is just starting so goods are minimal but all customers are welcome. So go south and down from malcom road and come to Sanchez's pawn shop. Sanchez. -------------------------- Message 573 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Oct 3 08:55:19 1996 CDT From: Morpheus (#12681) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Reminiscience Morpheus smiled as he anchored his woven pattern and relaxed his will. The chair remained present, with no evident flaws. Not a single ripple or shimmer. It was, to date, his best illusion. Completely anchored and well structured in its magical weave allowing it to be independent of his willpower. Should he leave for an extended time, the illusion would remain despite his absence. In the past few months he had made much progress, Morpheus noted with a certain satisfaction. Now all he had to do was find some way to overcome the problems of static reality and.... The vision came without warning as the walls of the Aeyrie dormitory seemed to grow dark and fade, leaving Morpheus within the confines of an endless void. Morpheus recognized it immediately. It was home. A gut wrenching feeling hit him as he realized he was witnessing his past, again. In the distance, he saw his brethren approach and with them, they brought......her. A lump developed in his throat as Morpheus looked upon her....knowing what would happen next. Not again, he thought. Oh no......please no.....not again.... "Heretic!!! You have broken the pact and disgraced us all!" screamed one of them. "Disgrace?? You hyprocrites!! You all marvelled when I created Beatha. You all showered me with compliments and loving words, and then you call me insane?" Thanatos, the eldest of his brothers stepped forward, his normally barren face angry and terrible in its appearance. In his hand he held her......Morpheus leapt forward, trying desparately to grab her and wrench her from his brother's grasp, only to find himself frozen. They had him, caged and powerless, though he might overcome one or two, he could not match his will against twelve. Slowly but surely it came, Thanatos' will focused and lashed out with terrible purpose. Krysta only had time to scream once before she was torn by the weave. Every iota of energy that composed her burst outwards and in seconds she was gone......and the screaming echoed within his head....again, and again, and again....for an eternity.... Next, his brethren turned towards the sphere he had created, focusing their wills, they obliterated it and all who lived on it within a matter of moments. A dreadful fire engulfed its surface, killing everything in a painful, slow death. At last, they turned to him and this time, it was Marus who spoke. "By consent of I and my kindred, you are hereby disowned from our family, your creations forfeitted, and your life as our brother ended. As punishment, you are to spend eternity in exile in a static realm." Tears of flame streamed down his cheek as he felt their combined wills focus upon him one last time.........and suddenly, he surged backwards into consciousness. He found himself lying facedown upon the floor of his Dormitory, blood stained the carpet and as he looked at his hands, he saw them swollen and purple with bruises. He had literally pounded his hands to a pulp on the hard floor of the dorm during his dream. Wiping the wetness from his eyes, Morpheus shuddered and considered the experience. The dreams were growing worse. He had to seek help......and soon. -------------------------- Message 574 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Oct 3 17:05:36 1996 CDT From: Alluvia (#12737) To: Morrigan (#10469) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Magister Morrigan Magister Morrigan, I regretfully announce to you that I cannot be your student any longer. Much has come with the Association, and thought it thrives in many areas, I feel I am not achieving my goals as a Mage. I feel also, that I can achieve these goals by going in a different approach, similar to that taken by Lovinia. I have become apprenticed to Magus Mantle now, his teachings helping me to better understand my mage Gift. It is not that your teachings did not, but I fear you have much now to complicate your life, my own need growing stronger than perhaps you can provide for. Your teachings have been benificial thus far, and I do thank you. May you walk in peace Magister. Alluvia, Shining One. ooc- Just some personal reasons why this does'nt work anymore.. had to make this icly done... -------------------------- Message 575 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Oct 4 10:41:20 1996 CDT From: Stryfe (#5113) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Sanchez the Bartender It is made known through the public and not so public channels that the bartender of the Espada Lodge is now under the protection of Stryfe. And should he find out someone was messing with his charge..well you can ask Hoplias what happens. -------------------------- Message 576 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Oct 5 13:00:29 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: a Recont or whatever you call it OOC: The divorce of Red Fang and Tempest never happened. Sorry for the confusion -------------------------- Message 577 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Oct 5 19:59:21 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Crop failure With the recent mishaps of Red burning the barn down on the oasis, and then a freak wind storm blowing the windmill into the greenhouse destroying it. Red and Tempest have decided not to try to grow anymore crops. The field is dry and the maize stalks yellow in the sun.. Soon the wasteland will reclaim that area. Robert aka Red Fang -------------------------- Message 578 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Oct 5 22:28:53 1996 CDT From: Reah (#12504) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Brothel Reah sits at the bar in the parlor, sipping her red wine and going over last nights earnings, tuning to Victory she smiles softly, "Vic honey, ring Jezebel for me will you please?" Vic nods and presses a little button under the bar, within a few minutes Jezebel slinks into the parlor. Upon her entrance into the parlor Jezebel nods to her employer,"Morning Madam Reah, did you summons?" Reah pushes her glasses back on her nose, and looks toward Jezebel, "Ahh...Jez honey...have a seat...I need to speak to you of up most importance." Looking at Reah with curious eyes, Jez sits herself comfortably on one of the velvet sofas in the parlor. Reah turns on her bar stool facing Jez, "Jez dear, I will be leaving the brothel for a while, six months....maybe a year, a very power, young , influential man has hired me to be his companion, to accompany him on his world tour, and I would like you Jez, upon my absence to run the brothel." Reah stands and walks over to Jez , looking down at her, "You are the best I have Jez, but the numbers on the books are still in the red, I have decided to open the brothel to the public, no longer makeing it exclusive." Reah walks across the carpeted floor sighing softly, "Its just not the same anymore, everyone marring, solebonding...living together...business has fallen....." Looking to back to Jez, Reah says, "I'm sorry to leave it to you like this, but I'm very sure you can handle it....just remember, the customer comes first....and hire new girls with desecration...." Reah bends down and kisses Jez softly, then standing straight she raises the hood of her cloak over her head and leaves the brothel.....never looking back.... -------------------------- Message 579 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Oct 6 09:43:58 1996 CDT From: Lykaj (#6068) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The plotting begins. Lykaj sat against the oak tree and let out a comforted sigh. His gaze never leaving the Mount in the distance. He rolls the cigarette inbetween his fingers gently, not noticing it burnt out long ago. Continuing to gaze accross the sky to the Mount he speaks out loud, "The time has come my friend. It all falls in place." A scratchy, harsh voice from behind him answers, "Are you sure? With Embryon gone. The power is balanced against us." Lets out a brief smirk, "No. With all that power..he was weak. Your arrival and his death, Its all I need." Lykaj looks down at the blood colored Rapier that lays accross his lap, "And I've got a few tricks up my sleeve." The voice from behind Lykaj says, "Will the others follow?" Lykaj turns and faces the 70' mass of bones. He stands and holds Bloodseeker out in front of him. He grins, "Nusratt my friend..they better. It's time..ShadowGaurd will reign again. In all its glory..and mine." Nusratt chuckles harshly as he bends down for Lykaj to mount, "With an ego as large as yours, our chances look good." The former dragon launches itself towards the sky and with a final grin towards the mountain, they head home. -------------------------- Message 580 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Oct 7 08:06:08 1996 CDT From: Myst (#13170) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Troubled sleep Myst lay there snuggled beneath the covers in Devon's arms, the dreamcatcher lying near her head as she finally slept. Then suddenly, the dreams returned; with a vengeance. She stood in the bleak wastes, dressed in black the stench of rot and disease in the air. She looked to her right hand - in it was a flaming spear, on the other was a large, thick leather glove. Now she was in her village, in the hut of her parents...so long ago.... She heard growling, and turned..saw a pack of wild dogs at her back..the ones that killed her parents...they were larger now .were they wolves perhaps? Then Myst was somehow above herself..watching the scene.. The Myst dressed in black smiled at the sleeping couple, then pointed her flaming spear at them....ordering to the wolves, "Kill." Myst sat helpless as the pack of wolves ripped out her parents' throats and gored them right before her eyes... She was so helpless...her alter ego laughed maniacally as the wolves finished their meal... Now she was outside the hut...in the village, yet still disembodied as before. She watched as her "evil twin" stepped out of the hut and raised her flaming spear aloft...suddenly the village was on fire..burning with hatred. Myst felt the heat of the fire on her face...her entire body... Then a voice called out; it was male... Then the owner of that voice stepped out into the village .it was Devon! The black Myst turned to Devon, laughing evilly as he stood there, pleading for her to stop the destruction..yet she just laughed. Then she raised the leather glove to the sky, which was now red with the glow of the fire, and a large falcon came streaking down and landed on the glove. Myst shuddered as she knew what would happen, the same dream plaguing her night after hellish night. She urged her body to wake up..but to no avail. She could only watch the horrible scene unfold, as the falcon left her alter ego's glove and streaked towards her love's face..doing what it had done every night...ripping out her love's eyes with its sharp claws..night after night after night... A scream built up in her, she opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out...hightening the sense of terror. The dark Myst was laughing evilly again, as Devon fell to the ground unconscious in a pool of his own blood...but that was not the worst... Now the evil one turned to face her, eyes glowing with a fervent fire...she reached out and grabbed Myst by the throat, squeezing down on her windpipe...still no scream came...Myst's body went cold as she was touched...everything around her getting dark, almost as if she was losing consciousness, so cold...The darkness completely enveloped her, and was now shriking in on her. As her bones popped and snapped, her screams never coming but the sensation of pain very real, she saw in her mind the dark Myst, laughing...laughing as she raised her flaming spear towards her. The spear struck and the darkness collapsed fully in unison. Myst woke with a howling scream, completely bathed in sweat. She wrestled free of Devon's warm embrace, body cold...hurting all over, unable to see, and ran screaming from the bedroom. Devon woke shortly after, to find Myst gone, and the dreamcatcher thay lay near her, lying half-burned in a pile of its own ashes.... (Sorry for the spam. Just thought people deserved an OOC elaboration of why my character's acting so strange :) ) -------------------------- Message 581 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Oct 7 08:52:18 1996 CDT From: Morpheus (#12681) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Discovery Morpheus sighed as he focussed his will and attempted to solidify the chair again. It shimmered briefly, but even as he attempted to disbelieve it, the chair vanished again. It seemed hopeless, he thought. He had spent the latter part of days, trying to give his creations substance, and so far he had failed utterly. It was a frustrating problem. For some reason, this reality was not subject to alteration via the force of willpower. What could it possibly be that disrupted his power so much? Sighing again, Morpheus picked up the mug of cider lying on his bunk and drank deeply. A sudden wave of inspiration came to him as he placed the mug back onto the bunk. His mentor had told him that magic was split into five elements. Air, fire, water, earth, and spirit. But what if...... Morpheus closed his eyes and concentrated, extending his awareness to the mug, encompassing it and sensing the magic inherent within. He gasped faintly as the ecstasy of the power tingled his senses. Focusing his awareness, Morpheus began to delve deeper into the composition of the mug. His eyes widened as he realized the truth. To confirm his suspicions, he focused his awareness again, this time on the bunk itself. Again he was rewarded with the same results. Morph shook his head in amazement. Magic was not divided into the five elements. Magic composed the five elements!! In fact, everything was composed of magic!! It permeated everything!! Even as his awareness surrounded the bunk, he could sense the highly concentrated, and tightly woven threads of the power that composed the very elements from which the bunk was created. Morph considered this truth for a moment and then reached out with his will, this time focusing upon the threads of magic within the mug. Nothing. He could not budge the threads. Pondering for a moment, he reached out again, and this time tugged at a single thread. It budged!! Not only budged, but in fact began to unravel. The mug shimmered as its pattern began to unravel and rapidly decompose. Within seconds, the mug became nothing more than randomly shifting arcs of bluish-white energy. Unable to hold these threads together, Morph was forced to release them. The threads dispersed rapidly in a chaotic pattern, eventually integrating themselves into the air harmlessly. Morph collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily. He had barely been able to unravel the mug, but he knew he had found something. He had finally found a new beginning. -------------------------- Message 582 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Oct 7 18:46:48 1996 CDT From: Bull_Frog (#12723) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: NoNoNoNo. Yara. A tragic thing happened today October 20th at 10 am. I was coming from the wastelands after trying to round up some crystals for Saraphina when i got attack by a Slissssh. The slisssh ripped my clothes and my pouch with the crystals in it. I ran, without knowing that i lost mycrystals. I then slowly walked back to the R/T building hopeing to find Yara and tell her my story about how I lost the crystals. I met her in the lounge. I told her my story. Then she quickly said "I am going to find the crystals." She then ran out of the lounge and headed to the wastelanfds. I tried to follow her, but she is a fast little Nymph I tried and tried for hours to find her but it came out bad. SHe is now lost in the wastelands still searching for my crystals. I know ask all people to help me in a search for her. I need 1 more leader to help me guide a party of people to her rescue. I ask her dear friend to help me. This is rather urgent. We dont want her to get lost, or hurt by a slissh or any other sick minded person. Please call me on my phone or leave some mail in my mail box at Sanchez's Pawn shop. I live in the Workplace in Sanchez's Pawn shop. So drop me a note in there. Please This i not a Joke. Hurry. -------------------------- Message 583 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Oct 7 19:16:47 1996 CDT From: Temple (#11763) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Gift for Lord Stryfe Temple smiles as she opens the cabinet and lovingly carresses the silvery mesh cap, the tiny electrodes trailing across her arm. She puts it away, closing the cabinet and turning she checks on her 'patient'. She pats his arm, thinking, "Lord Stryfe will be well pleased with my -- gift." Temple walks over and opens the cooler, removing a tray. She notices the small test tube with the blood marked swab and smiles. Taking it she picks up a marker and writes on it, smiles and sealing it in a container of liquid nitrogen nearby. She places the tray on the counter and prepares a last syringe and walks back to the padded chair. She swabbed her patients arm and quickly injects him. He murmurs in his sleep and smiles, reaching for her. She hugs him and chuckles softly, looking up as she hears the door open, she straightens and bows to the man who enters quietly. Lord Stryfe, thank you for coming. I was just going to wake him." -------------------------- Message 584 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Oct 8 15:34:39 1996 CDT From: Yggidrasil (#10625) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Brothers United. As the trouble of the evening unfolded, Yggidrasil came upon Morrigan, Callie, Yshar, and an extremely troubled Myst. Tho still confused they began to talk of recent events, Morrigan spoke of his recent meeting with Morrigu, his goddess. He was to find his his kinsmen, 1 his brother, and 4 other of his people. Yggidrasil was amazed when Callie spoke of how she recognized Morrigan's genetic pattern. There were two others she had seen, Morrigan's coming daughter, and the swordmage Moonheart. Morrigan obviously excited called Moonheart, when Morrigu annouced someone entering the tower, we were surprised to see Damien instead, but shortly Moonheart arrived. Moonheart didn't remember much of his past, other than that he must protect Red Fang, and has always done so. They continued to speak, Yggidrasil got bored and started to daydream ignoring the conversation. He thought of his past, his present and his future, he was unable to do a thing when Darkhawk attacked Yara, he sometimes wished that the evil in the world would disappear. Yggy had asked Darkhawk many times to give Yara to him, he simply continued to refuse, and the result was Darkhawk beaten, his items take. Later he heard from Red Darkhawk went crazy, he grab his shotgun, shot the elven seeker, and Darius Lee. Yggidrasil knew what would happen next he could see it and dreaded it, Moonheart rushed to get vindication for his daughter Darry, and in the end Darkhawk killed Moonheart. Yggidrasil was tired of the now defunct EIC member's taking advantage of the populus, he was going to use his newly trained skills from Tristan to devise something that would help the riders solve the problems, one way or another this was going to stop. -------------------------- Message 585 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Oct 8 15:43:24 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Outraged Red set trembling at the news of Moonhearts death. Red had let Darkhawk live, he had just fought him a few hours before and spared the evil ones life. Now the blood of Yara, Darius Lee, Rathe, and Moonheart were all spilled. No more mercy, No honor.. Darkhawk will be shot on sight! Red Fang -------------------------- Message 586 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Oct 8 17:03:26 1996 CDT From: HawkEye (#13678) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: okay Does anyone want to buy a magic coin? -------------------------- Message 587 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Oct 8 19:27:38 1996 CDT From: Callie (#10646) To: *Storylines (#5236) Data Entry: -- Log Update ;Data Core Addendum: -- Racial Information Obtained blood samples from subjects ID: ..Morrigan ..Moonheart Subjects Race ID: Tuatha de Dana Verified close familial relationship -- Siblings or near Cousins ;Field Notes: -- Case Specifics Subject Morrigan requested that I perform a genetic analysis of himself and Moonheart in order to establish their exact relationship. Apparantly neither subject had previous knowledge of any possible racial or familial relationship. Reasons for this lack of knowledge are unknown. ;Recommendations: -- Data Upgrade Full analysis of blood samples at end of report. Data reinforces previous recommendations regarding race ID: Tuatha de Dana. End Report -------------------------- Message 588 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Oct 8 19:42:37 1996 CDT From: Moonheart (#6143) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: What a night... Moon Settled into his bed thinking of the events of the day just past...Dari killed ...his own death ...long lost brother ....I think I need a vacation Pol ........ Mnht -------------------------- Message 589 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Oct 8 19:53:06 1996 CDT From: Darkhawk (#5041) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Agreed take whatever actions neccesary to get rid of darkhawk, let it be known though that he will shoot back, and has shown that. -------------------------- Message 590 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Oct 8 20:43:38 1996 CDT From: Akane (#14270) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: these days... Akane strolled through the Hacienda, looking the serene surroundings.. he saw a mini-raptor, and drew Spellsong, crushing the beast in a few quick blows. He thought back to the Round Room, where Magister Morrigan made the 5 elements appear before his eyes.. pretty easily to Morrigan, but would take Akane a while to master the art.. he also thought of Devon, how easily he just turned against his fellow mage brothers... He sighed, and listened to Spellsongs Melodic hum... and walked back to his room.. flopping on the bed, and writing a short passage in his Journal before heading off to sleep... -------------------------- Message 591 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Oct 9 08:14:36 1996 CDT From: Myst (#13170) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A rough night Myst lay there on her bunk, devoid of emotion, making an attempt to sleep. This time it wasn't dreams which stopped her slumber, but the events that had come to pass. What was happening with Devon?, she thought. He seemed not to remember anyting about her, even called her wench, not even remembering that his name was Devon. He now claimed that snake Temple as his mother. Myst chuckled slighty to herself at that thought. What an absurd notion. It seemed as if their love had been rent asunder, had never even existed. She had shown Devon the silver mirror that he had given her as a token of his love to him today, but to no effect. What was she to do? Her life seemed to be crumbling before her eyes. She had already attempted suicide, but luckily Yshar had been there to stop her, and prove its futility to her. Why was she condemned to this torment? What God had she crossed? What wrong had she done? There seemed to be nothing left, nothing save the desire to get Devon back. Yes, that was what she would do. Even if she couldn't bring herself to love Devon again, she would attempt to rescue him from Temple's influence in the name of the love that once shone brightly between them. Devon merited that much for making her so happy, \ bringing her through those dark times. No one deserved what had been done to him. Myst rolled over, head propped up on one elbow. Now how to go about releasing him? -------------------------- Message 592 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Oct 9 16:52:21 1996 CDT From: Bull_Frog (#12723) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Yara is found I was wondering around the wastelands aimlessly. I finally got hold of Yara on my phone. WE talked, nit she didnt know where she was. She was thristy. But she was fine. I tried to calm myself down since i was scared cause it was my fault she had gone looking for the crystals. I kept trying to ask her where she was and what she could see but all she said she could see was sand. She then told me over the phone that 2 men had found her. She called them Elf Man and erb Man. I dont know why she called them that, but at once i knew the elf man was rathe. I tried to get yara to let me talk to Rathe, but she couldn't take her collar with the comm off her self. So i told her to t tell rathe to meet me at the old crashed plane. We met there, and i became releived that Yara was fine. I gave her a drink. I found out that the herb man was Yggidrasil. \(ooc: sorery if i spelt the name wrong.). I gave yara a glass of water. Then yggy took off and Rathe was talking to yara about a bag she found/ or got from nukem. It had many bad things in it like a joint, a tobacco case, a cigarrette. Then Rathe took yara home. And i became releived that Rathe, and Yggy had safed her from the lost desert I know am starting to collect many crystals for yara, since i feel so bad about getting her lost in there. Even though it wasn't on purp[ose i still feel guilty. -------------------------- Message 593 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Oct 9 16:53:44 1996 CDT From: Darius_Lee (#10280) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Lassie WOlf Looked up at the sky and growled softly.... Radiation.... Looked towards Red Fang startled. "It's radiation LIttle One." Darius Lee nodded solemly and pulled out her radiation suit which her uncle, Red Fang helped her to get into. Red Fang quickly zipped Darius Lee into the suit, "Now go LIttle One, quicklY!". Darius Lee nodded her head and raced out the door and over the sand dunes searching, searching for the lost place and the radiation suits it held. Darius Lee raced across the dunes running faster than she had ever run before in her life. She yeled in pain when the bulky suit caused her to loose her footing and tumble down a sand dune but Darius Lee was up on her feeting and running again in a moment. Darius Lee's lungs felt like they were burning. Darius Lee eyes were blinded by flying sand. She howled in pain as she crashed into the wrecked plane a sa result. Darius Sat in the sand stunned, for several moments before she lept to her feet and raced inside getting as many suits as she could carry. Darius Lee growled and started on her way home when a slissssh attacked her hissing and snarling. Darius Lee cursed the suit that disabled her ability to fight as she dodged the creature. Darius Lee howled and turned to run but suddenly noticed that she had stepped into some quick sand and was rapidly sinking. Darius Lee looked around franticly and noticed that the slisssh had pursued her into the quicksand and was also sinking rapidly. Darius Lee dragged her paws from the sand and lunged at the slisssh. Darius Lee with a heave used the slissh has leverage to push herself out of the sand. Darius Lee gasping managed to get her front half of her body onto solid sand but she had pushed all of the slissh under the sand except for the head which was biting her tail! Darius Lee snarled and struggled fiercely. SHe would not go under she would not die to some damn slisssh! Papa and uncle where counting on her!!!!!. Darius Lee pulled herself forward ignoring the blinding pain originating from her tail. She pulled one of her back legs far enough from the sand to claw at the slisssh's face with her claws. THe slisssh hissed angirly as it sank beneath the sand. Heaving, Darius Lee maanged to drag the rest of her body onto solid sand. Darius Lee quickly gathered the suits that she had dropped and set off running for home. After seemingly endless miles Darius burst into the oasis and ropped the suits and herself at Red's feet. Whined softly as Red and her family quickly put on the suits. After assuring herself that her family was alright Darius Lee fainted from exhaustion. -------------------------- Message 594 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Oct 9 17:01:46 1996 CDT From: Naxos (#9972) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: ever wake to a nightmare? Naxos woke up, Achilles shook him to conciousness. His immediate reaction was to reach for his sword, but aside him Salome was missing his worry grew and he listened to Achilles. He informed Naxos of the odd weather and spoke of an unknown sickness, Naxos quickly slipped into his radiation suit and moved to the wood's hole instillation. Worry, anger and fear raced him to his destination he had to know what happened to Salome, he called her once, twice, nothing, his anger grew and he let out a bestial howl into the pour of the irradiated downpour, and dropped to his kness hopeless. -------------------------- Message 595 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Oct 9 17:07:44 1996 CDT From: Darius_Lee (#10280) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: last post To clarify we didn't know for sure that it was radiation we guessed and RF sent DL out get suits because glowing stuff is never good. Better safe than sorry -------------------------- Message 596 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Oct 9 18:50:15 1996 CDT From: Temple (#11763) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A Plaything for Devolith Mother, I am lonely." Devolith came to her a few days ago and asked for a playmate, someone to keep him company. She looked at the young mage thoughtfully and nodded. "We will find someone for you. I will prepare." She found her 'son' with the Great Ones and smiled, "I am ready, let us go and find someone for you." He laughed and hugged her happily, then quickly mounted, his enthusiasm urging her to hurry. Things were the same at the R/T Lounge, Kzin spat his words of hate at her and Deovlith. She noticed her son's attention going back repeatedly to the yound woman, and murmuring to him, asked if he would be well pleased with her. He nodded, eager and turned to the woman and asking her to take a walk, they left. She stayed behind, watching a moment while Kzin finished talking to someone on his communicator. Leaving her unfinished drink she left, going to the helipad to make sure things went smoothly and quickly before trouble came. The young woman was terrified of the Great Ones, so acting quickly she grabed the womans arm and twisted it behind her back, ordering her son to mount she moved toward orenth with the woman. Kzin took this moment to come up to the Helipad and seing the situation wielded his sledge hammer and moved toward her. Quickly she pinched a place on the young woman's neck and she slowly lost consciousness. Taking the woman, she mounted Orenth and they flew from that place. Many hours later she woke her son and told him his plaything was ready, to come. His joy was evident as his eyes carressed the submissive female, his new toy, his plaything. -------------------------- Message 597 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Oct 10 10:06:18 1996 CDT From: Blood (#12208) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: To Karee(if she still is underprotection) I am very sorry for what I did now that you have told me. Nice to hear that you still live. I am glad to see that you called me, "Daraphis." While, wanting to talk to you, I thought a while. I guess I can wait to hear from you after all, and I shall wait for your call when your trouble is over. Signed, Blood. -------------------------- Message 598 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Oct 10 12:52:08 1996 CDT From: Alluvia (#12737) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Last post OOC- um Well Blood, that was by page. Heh.. Karee the character per se is toast. I think she jumped off a bridge or shot herself or something.. is in a prior post way way way way back. You gotta learn the difference between ooc paging and ic rping. Basically you were talking to a corpse. Alluvi /Carey -------------------------- Message 599 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Oct 10 17:02:39 1996 CDT From: Synge (#12541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Sludge storms.. Chapter 1. Synge watched the red sludge fall from the sky, his breath fogging up his radiation suit.. "so Cheetah says this stuff is Radioactive... that is bad.." he thought, pacing Tech Order headquarters... He watched Patriot stare blankly out the window... wondering what he thought of this stuff.. boy would this hinder his training.. for now. But lucky for us Tech HQ has some pretty strong walls... and Cheetah lived through radiation stuff.. so no need to worry eh? maybe... Synge sat in his desk.. pondering what to do.. he will tell others of this, help out any person who needs it... He shall, and tapped a few numbers on his wrist console, a small picture came up.. "but what about the Submariners.. they must be having a bad time in the water.. which is bad for everyone... the fishing will be very bad cause of the ecological balance will be disturbed..." and he thought of how Morlith is faring through this Red Radioactive sludge.. and the dragons, what of them? well, maybe things will turn for the better.." and he relaxed in his chair, Patriot sleeping on the desk... (to be continued?) -------------------------- Message 600 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Oct 10 17:25:45 1996 CDT From: Bull_Frog (#12723) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A bad day I heard of the rumor of the radioactive storm. Worried and scared i remembered a old plane where there was a replicator to make radiation suits. I kept trying to remember where the place was. I knew i couldn't go out without it if the rumors of the storm are correct. I saw reco. He had a radiation suit on. He transferred me to the lounge without me being exposed to the air. He tried to explain where the plane was. He told me he couldn't help me find it because if he was attacked by a animal that ripped his suit, he would be in grave danger. So He tried to tell me exaclty where it was. I tried to clue it into my mind. I didnt know the affects of the radiation storm. didnt know WHAT it would do to me. I stepped outside into the wasteland. Taking a deep breath before i entered. I was a fast runner, but not fast enough to make it into the plane. I took the directions reco told me, hoping he knew exactly where i should go. I luckily found the plane. I entered the hatch fast. Then i took a breathe of the air. It smelt so clean. I made a radiation suit in the replicator. I put it on then moved out the hatch and back to the lounge. Whiel iwas running back to the lounge, i started to feel itchy, so i started scrathching my arm. I felt the skin go loose and fall to the inside of the suit. It thought, that it was weird but never expected reality. Then i started to go numb. My legs were weak, and parlazed in a weird way. I started coffing lots, and then started coffing out blood, and i started to feel real warm and sweaty like the insi insides of me were softening up, and melting. I started to claw my way into the inramp. My radiation suit ripping, and giving me exposed skin to the radiation. I couldn't breathe, and then i fainted. I woke up to see belliflora's, executioner birds, and the Chimera, and Eddie. I felt weird, i had no feeling in my body, but i felt good. I was floating in the air. I new where i was. I couldn't think of the word. But then i saw a Eagle. A big eagle. Strong magnificent and proad. It circled around me like a vulture did to its prey. It then swooped down, grapped me by the neck, and took me home. I woke up mad scared, worried, and frantic. I remembered the dread. It must have ben a dream. I must not have died. I must not have got eaten by raidation. But thn why did i have a ripped up radiation suit on. It made no sence to me at all. -------------------------- Date: Sun, 9 Mar 1997 15:16:14 -0400 From: "Quinn@GhostWheel" To: quinn@vv.com Subject: GhostWheel Message(s) 601 - 700 from *Storylines (#5236) X-Mail-Agent: GhostWheel (casper.bga.com 6969) Message 601 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Oct 10 20:03:35 1996 CDT From: Stryfe (#5113) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Firey rain Stryfe watched the strange clouds gather overhead from the catwalk of DragonsBane's Keep. He did nothing more then wonder at the strange globs of goo that fell to the wastes below, even as it began to rain overhead. The globs of goo sizzling as they struck his armor. Then it was over. And there he still stood, armor covered in acid burns. -------------------------- Message 602 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Oct 10 20:28:36 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: When it rains it pours Red had watched the strange storm, the leaves on the oak were striped in a matter of minutes and the grass shriveled and died quickly under the down pour. He called the lady Yjezra on the comm asking her what she though, she was busy with a mount full of upset dragons.. she said she'd get back with him on what it was as soon as she investigated. Later that evening his comm beeped and it was Yjezra reporting her findings.. Some kind of radioactive slime.. This wasn't good.. Red had set up precausions, not letting anyone leave the keep except for Darius lee in a rad suit to get more suits.. The setting up a decontamination chamber he set about trying to clean the place up.. He was determined to save this rare spot in the Wasteland. Red. -------------------------- Message 603 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Oct 10 20:30:30 1996 CDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: last post OOC: oops, never upload text wrapped it don't work right :) -------------------------- Message 604 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Oct 11 21:27:00 1996 CDT From: Diancecht (#11532) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Farewell... Diancecht studied the petri dish before him, frowning slightly. "I simply can't figure this out...why on earth does this stuff multiply so fast? It can't be from the temperature...what's causing it? Perhaps..." Diancecht turned away, and walked to one of the cabinets, looking for a vial, then sighed audibly. "Wonderful...there isn't anymore...I'll contact my suppliers for this and see if I can get some soon, mebbe." With that, Diancecht rolled himself up and stepped out into the stifling, humid air of the 'Wheel, wondering why the sky looked such a odd, ruddy red to the southeast. He shrugged, and beging to hike towards the landing point. He never made it. -------------------------- Message 605 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Oct 12 11:52:40 1996 CDT From: New_Genesis_City_DB_System (#3746) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Reboot message Anyone with a Neurocomp(tm) would have seen this message flash across the lens and still be stored there: **DB** Status: Self-diagnostic finished. DB faulty or in need of repair. Beginning turning systems online.... **DB** Museum DB reloaded, online. Warning! Some information may be corrupted. **DB** Routers damaged. Instigating self-diagnostic and repairs. Anyone within the vicinity of New Genesis City would have heard the maintenance droids saying: Erro...Main City Database...Error.... Reboot initiated... System online. Diagnostic systems online. Rebooting citywide systems. Museum online. Power restored. Attempting to diagnose router problems... Waiting for orders. **This is an automated message** -------------------------- Message 606 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Oct 12 12:24:23 1996 CDT From: Theseus (#3746) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Last post This is OOC. Folks, I'm not tellin *anything* about what you might find there. All I'm saying, to everyone, is that *anyone* would probably find what is there useful. Hopefully, this will provoke of competitive RP, but don't look to me for clues. I just gave you your only one. Thesaurus Theseus -------------------------- Message 607 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Oct 12 15:04:03 1996 CDT From: Yggidrasil (#10625) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The search continues. Yggy was sparring when he heard the computer voices come online, he searched around for a while even calling in CHeetah to help. His goal was the mention museum, truly it would hold artifacts that this world had not seen in 6 centuries. He'd search Justice Keep, all 11 destinations with the transportal he was tired, and the radiation suit didn't help. He was enjoying running past the RSU's his only problem being #7 who killed him once. He knew that in the western building the LCD lock held the key. Cheetah had tried his SCM badge to get past, but it hadn't worked. Yggy continued, many people passing him by, seekinf fortune, till only he and Ylise were left, no one else would risk life and limb over knowledge, Yggy almost felt this was a wild goose chase, Ylise didn't think so, neither did Yggy, the lock held the key but how ... he knew not... and so the search continues. -------------------------- Message 608 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Oct 12 15:42:13 1996 CDT From: Ylise (#14877) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Unsuccessful missions Ylise stood behind the wall, carefully keeping a cool grey eye on the RSU unit in the other room. 'I can avoid this, ' she thought. She did not know what had become of Yggidrasil, he had lost her in a room, and she could not find him. The RSU took it's time, carefully searching around, but the it soon moved to the room south. She took careful quiet steps, and began the watch again. When the RSU finally entered the room she stood in, she ran quickly, and swiftly to the panel that would provide her escape. Little was on her mind at the moment. She had to search for Yggidrasil, so she would move about, searching. She came back to where she had started, noticing his dragon patiently sitting nearby. Kisanth spoke in words she still could not understand, so she tried to communicate with him by the communit hanging at her side. He told her he had been brought home, killed by a RSU. He asked to tell Kisanth to come home, and she felt she should come with. It ws a quick flight, her mind still thinking of what had gone wrong. She quickly went to comfort Yggidrasil, although he was quiet... tired. "You need rest" she said to him.. She watched carefully, as he got into the bed, and closed his eyes. He wanted no food or drink, she left almost as quietly as she had come, watching him sleep only for a moment. "Dream well my friend...Dream well.." ... I have much to find.." -------------------------- Message 609 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Oct 12 19:13:30 1996 CDT From: Phantom_Rose (#6337) To: Razorhawk (#80), *Storylines (#5236), and *mages (#11664) Subject: A meeting of the minds Phantom Rose pondered the recent storm, then with Demura and Moonheart he called a meeting of the mages he could find. They jouneyed to the legendary fire tower hoping it would reveal clues to the recent storm. They gathered, Demura, Darkangel, Rathe, the Magister Moonheart and Phantom Rose, holding hands they called on the elements to explain the storm.. Strange images danced. Nothing but distruction did they see.. Then a idea came to Phantom Rose, he broke the concentration and spoke. We need to call on the elements themselves, to repair the damage done by this storm.. We'll need the help of the great magus's and all mages and magisters to call on wind and water to wash the land clean. We need such a storm... ooc ok, not sure of the reason for the radiation storm.. But I know things are in danger.. I think with the magus's help, we can come up with this little thing.. It might cause flooding and we would have to evacuate areas probably for a short time, but at least the land would have a chance to survive and it would clean up the mess.. Let me know what you all think.. Phantom Rose -------------------------- Message 610 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Oct 12 20:50:41 1996 CDT From: Devolith (#13677) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A servant for my love. Devolith smiled down at the girl, she had been beaten, scarred, her tongue removed, and other ghastly deeds. The girl was a mere child of magery, foolish to think she could trifle with his own powers. Her artifact would serve nicely in the coming days, as she would serve him, oh and of course his own lady. The only thing he he needed was his teacher for magery, he felt at a looss for learning something was missing he didn't know what. And there was the words of the old mage, Phantom Rose, they struck a cord in him, how he said that only humans can work magery, Devon didn't know what to say, and his mother was a recomb, his father was human, perhaps hi was the exception. Yes he would as his mother! she would know in the end this would all work out, he the wyrms, his mother, would all have everything they wanted. H eremarked on how he trotured the woman Myst, yes how he had said he would have a child with the Salome, ahh but he would not, if the foolish girl grew pregnant he would simply slay her and end the childs life, she was not worthy of his seed. Devon finished his incantation and Salome sat up feeling better, she smiled at him knowing none the better. -------------------------- Message 611 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Oct 13 13:27:40 1996 CDT From: Myst (#13170) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The first step Myst sat at the bar in the R/T Lounge, sipping her warm tea, reflecting on the past few days and their hellish spiritual toll. Devon...or rather Devolith had picked up another love to replace her, and word was that they had taken another to be their slave. Myst shuck her head slowly. "What was going on?" she thought. She had almost lost all hope until the Morrigan presented himself and made an odd, but gracious donation. Myst looked down to StormChild, which floated next to her, waiting...waiting. Would killing Temple or Devolith solve the problem? "Probably not," she thought as she sighed, taking another sip. As if summoned by her thoughts, Devolith and Temple walked into the Lounge. Ynaoise sat in the back, peacefully and a cloaked stranger entered and keyed in something at the replicator. Myst asked after Devolith's lover's health, as she was not in good shape the other day...she was greeted by snarls and assurances that it was none of her buisness. Myst sipped her tea again, pondering using StormChild...but not exactly sure. Just then, Devolith remarked that Temple had no slaves of her own...and they turned to Ynaoise. A few rude gestures and words were exchanged over by Ynaoise, and Myst stood up, unable to take anymore. "This will end, Temple," she spoke levelly. Temple was unaffected by the words. The cloaked stranger joined in, rasping that it was high time she stopped. But the two were not stopped by these words; the stranger rapped Devolith unconscious with the pommel of his sword, partially in Myst's defence against his cruel words, partially in his obvious hatred of Temple. Temple was taken aback by this assault on her 'son', and she inched towards the door and slipped out before anyone could move. Myst was hot on her heels. The Round Room spread out before Myst, Temple waiting with an eager rapier. Devolith rolled in, kicked from the north. Myst drew StormChild, the air electrifying as she advanced on the snake. "It is ended," she spoke coldly. Temple and the stranger exchanged a few blows, being rather equally matched while Myst slipped around to the snake's back. Howling in fury she smote Temple on the backside, throwing her to the ground, looming over her with fire in her eyes, StormChild raised high over he head. "Go ahead and kill me bitch!" Temple threatened bravely depsite her position, confidence in the Eagle. Gaze hardening, Myst growled bringing the blade down on Temple's right hip, severing the leg in a clean blow. Blood splattered on her face and front Myst followed suit with the other leg, Temple screaming madly. She would have continued this senseless bloodlust had it not been for Devolith, who woke up and scooped Temple out of the fray while nimbly avoiding a blow from StormChild on his way to the pedestal. They were away in a whisper, the two severed legs lying on the floor in a pool of blood. Myst looked around for the stranger, to thank him for his assistance..but he was gone as well. Myst relaxed her posture, taking the legs north, and she strung them up, face devoid of emotion, with replicated rope in the center of the lounge, as a warning to those who would tamper with love, life, and the minds of those she cared about. She shed a few tears as she left the lounge, sheathing StormChild. She almost killed the only one who could bring Devon back...almost endangered it all... But this would certainly get their attention, and they would be back for revenge. Myst shivered. She looked up, the undead dragons that kept her from pursing Devolith gone, along with a chance to return him to normal. Myst sighed, walking face down from the lounge, thinking, watching her back for the inevitable dagger that would soon follow... (Sorry for the spam...big event :) ) -------------------------- Message 612 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Oct 13 13:46:48 1996 CDT From: Shara (#15470) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Nightmares The girl woke up, covered in sweat, the nightmares having woken her up. Tears slowly begin to run down from her eyes, as the memories of what the Morrigan had done to her suddenly came rushing back, and she reaches up, feeling the scar going across her face, then reaching down, feeling where her tongue had once been. Her thoughts then changed to the one they called Dred, and how he had grabbed her after she had gotten away from the Morrigan, then took her and abused her and used her, until she had ran away from him, running as fast as she could. She had ran far into the wasteland when all her energy had left her and she fell over, right at the feet of her savior. He was handsome and kind, and he and his friend had picked her up, and taken her to their home, where they got someone to help her, healing all they could, the only thing not healed was her severed tongue, and the scars on her body. She looked around the place where she lay and smiled, remebering how kind they had been, and offered to let her stay here so that thouse cruel men would never find her again. She lied down on a pillow, not going to sleep, but just lieing there thinking. -------------------------- Message 613 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Oct 13 15:12:47 1996 CDT From: Nukem (#7824) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: My armor Dear Khyber, You don't know what a mistake you made when you stole the armor of mine and traded it off. I hope your happy now that your Vice Prez of the TO is located tied up in my tent. I have your Vice president, if you want him alive, you should probably hand over the armor back. And if ya dont, your loss. Jgooding wont see another day if you don't give me back the armor in 3 days time. You screw with me, I screw with you. I'm sure your other Tech members are happy you are putting your leader in a tight situation, Dont make things hard and your leader will come out of this alive. Nukem -------------------------- Message 614 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Oct 13 15:39:40 1996 CDT From: Cammie (#16048) To: *TechOrder (#14256) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The rigors of being new... Cammie heard of the kidnapping fairly quickly. The Tech Order's Vice President, JGooding had been taken by someone called Nukem. Details were sketchy. Didn't really matter to her. As she had always been taught, for a group to survive, you had to stick together no matter what. Grabbing her jacket off the back of the chair, she dashed out of her office, then stopped with a sigh as she realized she wasn't supposed to go out without her radiation suit. Fighting her way into it took a few more minutes and then she was ready to head out to help. However, there was one last block to overcome: The front door. She looked at the keypad for a long time, knowing she didn't have the code and therefore wasn't going anywhere. Grumbling to herself, she walked back into the hallway and slipped into her small office. -------------------------- Message 615 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Oct 13 15:43:34 1996 CDT From: Synge (#12541) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *TechOrder (#14256) Subject: Synge's revenge. Dearest Nukster, I have take your chainsaw, naughty naughty. (err, taken) and you will hand over JG, and I will politely hand the chainsaw back over to you... maybe. you have broken the peace we had kept, and i took your peace breaker. (The chainsaw). you have hidden behind your buds for to long, and I finally got ya I did untie JG, but you gave chase to me with your broadsword. (fake mace) if you _ever_ wish to have your little chainer back, give JG to the TechOrder, or, I will lock the chainsaw up in the vault. Sincerely Yours, Synge (head of Bionics, Tech Order) -------------------------- Message 616 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Oct 13 15:51:10 1996 CDT From: Synge (#12541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: re: chainsaw trade the deal's off nukem, you still have JG, and if you kill em, your dead as well. Synge. -------------------------- Message 617 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Oct 13 15:59:44 1996 CDT From: Yggidrasil (#10625) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: TRIUMPH! the call came quickly, the young rider rushed to the area described by his friend. They found the box, someone had left a riddle and it took sometime to crack, but in the end they're shared information pulled them thru. The ancient technology in thier hands, the worried what would happen if this feel into the wrong hands, knowing sooner or later they would get out the you rider exclaimed, "well me may as well turn a profit as long as we have them." The rider left, happy knowing that the museum they had found would be shown to many, and mankind would hopefully learn from it's mistakes, the mistakes of war. -------------------------- Message 618 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Oct 13 16:31:49 1996 CDT From: Colonel_Dred (#11379) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Sleepless Nights Colonel Dred awoke after being free from Darkhawk, to find Shara not there. So he thought she was off hunting or something other then that. Then he called her, and she was only half way through her sentence when she suddenly dropped out. Dred, talking and talking into the communicator for a while. Had no answer... Then a male voice male voice answered telling him that he had to call Morrigan and tell him that the Son of Temple had his pupil. Then no more contact after that. Dred became enraged. Cursing into the communicator. Dred then left to the R/T Building. When he got to the R/T Helipad, he met Rathe. Asking Rathe for help, Rathe agreed. Dred then went to the Lounge, and got a couple of hard drinks. Dred then didn't remember where he met the voice, but ended up in the R/TRound Room, conflicting Devolith. Salome showed Colonel Dred and the othersthe jar of Shara's tongue. Dred mad and Drunk ended getting beat a little, and a cut on his neck from Salome and Devolith. Then Devolith took Dred to see Shara, when he awoke Shara was there. Seeing her scared and tongue gone, his memories of Shara and him together hit him hard. Dred reached for her cheek, but Shara turned. As if she did not want him to see her that way. Then he kissed her. Suddenly Dred ended up asleep again and awoke outside of the cage where Shara was at, with Devolith above him tossing his things on the ground. Now, Dred awakes from his sleep everyonce and a while, crying. Putting his arms, to where Shara used to lie. Nightmares constently teasing him, taunting him. Dred now waits for new news on Shara, still crying. A peice of him missing. -------------------------- Message 619 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Oct 14 00:26:13 1996 CDT From: Salome (#10655) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Safety found.. Salome found Naxos's warmth comforting. She watched him nod off, his warm embrace still about her as she slept. She had almost forgot how to act with him, partial memories flooding back into her mind, after two weeks of absoloute confusion. She still could remember only partial little points... how they had taken her and why, was truly a blur. She remembered the cold laboratory.. the strange monitor. Temple. The rest she could remember was her subservience. Her subbmission to the monster that had consumed Devon. Salome shuddered against Naxos, thinking of how she had loved Devolith, these memories flooding her mind, where they had been together, as one... being close to one another. The first day of the ordeal, how he had shown so much love and affection. She thought of how he treated her after, like a slave, how blind she was, following a passion that truly was not there. A love for a man she really felt no love for. He changed before her, progressively getting more and more hateful. She had known this day, when she told him after they had made love... that she was with his child, that he was secretly displeased. Secretly loathed her. She could tell, when they had taken the girl Shara, the very girl whom she had violently harmed, cutting her tounge away. Salome thought back, remembering the Laboratory, watching carefully only the night before as Temple preceeded to destroy the young mage's mind. Like she had for Devolith, and perhaps herself. Salome rememberd the hours of treatment, the numerous injections, Temples calming words over a monitor of hypnotizing colors, enforcing a hate of a man Shara had previously admired, and of another, she was engaged to marry. Salome concentrated, remembering the disk Temple had take n with her, to another room... as if she was to copy something upon it. Salome laughed, knowing Temple did not know what she had seen, thinking she was merely asleep. But she, Salome had seen it all... She had seen the whole terrible control that Temple had done. Salome sat up only slightly, horrid thoughts of what Devolith had done to her, cutting her as she had walked in on he atop Shara, how he had called her a whore, told Shara evils that had not happened. Then impaled her, in front of Sharas' eyes, laughing, killing the seed that he had sprouted within her. The smile on her lips as she died was almost unnatural. Salome laughed quietly, knowing her purpose now.. was to betray this false love. And hopefully rectify the wrongs she had done. If such was possible. Devolith... Temple would pay... they would not get past this without her death, be it again. She no longer thought of any love for Devolith. She new he had lied to her, as he lied to Shara and many others. Just like his mother taught him to. Salome lied comfortably against Naxos, his calm steady heartbeat letting her forget the thoughts she had. All the people she had hurt. And him... she had hurt him... Her eyes closed for one last time, her mind numb, no longer wishing to think. She was safe now she thought... Safe to sleep. -------------------------- Message 620 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Oct 14 11:19:16 1996 CDT From: Myst (#13170) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Peaceful rest Myst returned to the Mount and crawled into her bed, utterly weary from the day's events. They ran through her mind as she snuggled deeper in the covers, her mind slowly drifting off to sleep, when a peculiar thought jarred her out of mid-sleep. The Dreams. She had not had them since the day after Devon has been... "Odd," she thought. Perhaps there was some connection? Not wholly wanting to, she forced herself to remember as much of the dreams as possible, searching for...something. Hmm... There she was again, holding a flaming spear, leading a pack of wild dogs... Something moved in her peripheral vision; StormChild floated up and down nearby. Of course! The flaming spear could be StormChild...what else was there? The dogs... She lead them...perhaps those who followed her in her assault on Temple? She shuddered momentarily at the recollection of what she had done. She forced her mind to proceed, shutting out the memory. Fire. Fire burned.. was hot...hmm... Her grandfather once told her that fire was the great Changer...that brought forth new life from all that it destroyed...so fire meant change. The burning village..a change in her life perhaps? She laughed slightly to herself. Yes, her life had indeed changed in recent days. What of the sight of her mother and father getting their throats ripped out? There were two..no connection to Devon... Temple and Devolith? Hmm..she had hurt Temple...but not Devolith...yet? Then there was the falcon. The falcon that ripped out Devon's eyes and returned to her hand... No connection...yet? Was she fated to do Devolith a great harm for his actions? He certainly merited them, but Myst had to remember that deep down inside, he was still Devon, it was his body...that made love to her..he was still in there. She had to be careful... The dreams disturbed her slightly, but she had only made vague interpretations, but the possible coincidences shocked her. She would have to wait and see... Sleep came mercifully soon after, saving her further torment that day. But perhaps further torment would come the next? Who knew....? -------------------------- Message 621 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Oct 14 19:57:11 1996 CDT From: Stryfe (#5113) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Happenings Stryfe paced along the catwalk of the keep. Temple having just been brought back earlier, minus her two legs. His blood boiled. He was furious, revenge clouded his mind. Even Ellyw had a hard time getting through. He enters the courtyard after stripping down to only his pants and boots, wielding his battle axe Wyrmslayer. A steel ring awaited him. With a guttural growl he bats away a sword and decapitates the wielder. The other soldiers quickly press in, but in the end it is only Stryfe who is left alive. Covered in his own blood and the blood of others. Later that day, during the heat of the noonday sun. Stryfe carried Temple out to a circle of waiting dragons. After having Ellyw give him a wound to mark his oath. Temple's mount Orenth, sent her to the Eagle to be reborn. During the middle of the night while sitting on his throne, Stryfe receieves a summons. ~Come.~ Stryfe quicly went down to where the dragons lived. He paused looking at ell's seemingly sleeping form. ~You will let go of us rage.~ I -will- not. ~You have no choice.~ Stryfe let out an anguished scream, clutching his head as he drops to his k knees. Ell's eyes glowed like two firey red torches. ~You will never disobey me.~ -------------------------- Message 622 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Oct 15 02:24:03 1996 CDT From: Cristal (#7366) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: New Life Cristal crawled out of bed to shut the window...The breeze had grown chilly, swirling about her room in gusts. She lingered by the window, looking out into the darkness. Her hand unconsciously moved to rest at her tummy. Rubbing softly, she could feel the life within her. Her brow furrowed for a moment. She had yet to tell Deckard. Rather, she was scared to tell him...He didn't need another child in his life. More- over, he didn't need another burden. She wouldn't let him feel like he was obligated to her for anything. She sighed softly and looked over at Deckard's sleeping body. A warm rush filled her, and she realized that she loved him. But yet this love was different than any she had ever known. Perhaps because this time, it wasn't an impetuous infatuation. It had been friendship first, and had grown from there. Her hand drifted to her breast, swollen both from the pregnancy and from Deckard's sweet kisses. She was approximately 6 weeks along now...The secret burning inside her like a flaming torch. It wouldn't be too long till her belly would become rounded. She could probably pass it off as weight gain. Her appetite had been voracious as of late. Cristal sat down at her table and picked up a pencil and her sketchpad. She began drawing, her mind filled with images of Deckard...his passion.. their lovemaking...and then, the baby that grew inside her...the future. It was much later that she put the pencil down, and studied what she had created. It was a self-portrait, with a bundle cradled in her arms. At her side, sat Deckard, smiling down at the bundle, his arm around her. She frowned slightly, paining inside at the folly of her dreams. Ripping the sketch from her book, she carefully folded it up and tucked it away under the mattress of her bed. She crawled back in bed, snuggling up to Deckard, a plan forming in her mind. She would go away soon...before anyone would notice. She would raise the child on her own...and sacrafice her dream so that...So that Deckard wouldn't have to feel trapped. It would be selfish to stay and expect him to want the baby...as she did. He already had Ash. Her heart hurt thinking of it, so she pushed the thoughts from her mind. For now, it was time to celebrate what she had found. She dreaded the day that she would go...She would miss her Nub...miss her friends. But she really had no choice. Kissing Deckard softly, she soon drifted off to sleep. Her dreams were bright and wondrous. Life. New life, new love. -------------------------- Message 623 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Oct 15 04:17:10 1996 CDT From: Ynaoise (#11886) To: *DragonRiders (#5915) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Between daylight and darkness... They day started out simple enough. Ynaoise awakened and dressed, then took his usual morning stroll through the garden, ending at his favorite spot in the eastern half of the garden, watching the eagles glide on the currents. He pondered the recent toxic rain, and wondered if the library in the R/T Tower would have any insight into whether or not something could be done to stop it from happening again. He wrote Yjezra a short note, and left for the tower. Upon arriving, he gave Els freedom to go flying, and she did, but not before nuzzling him and telling him to let her know if he needed her. He promised he would, and waved to her, watching her take off and fly away. He spent many hours in the library, and found nothing. Discouraged, he left, and started to call Els, when he noticed the lounge was lively this evening. He entered and went to the bar, nodding to all as he entered. He sat down at the bar and ordered a drink. Osbournn, his usual efficient self, delivered the drink to Yna, who thanked him. Time passed, and Ynaoise enjoyed his drink and the company... Then Devolith entered the bar, with a young woman who couldn't speak, and moments later, Temple entered. Days before, Temple had tried to embarass Yna, and failed. Temple slowly walked past Yna, and as she did, she tapped him on the shoulder, and stuck him with a ring that had a needle coated with a substance. Yna, not knowing what had happened, quickly succomed to it, and he stumbled out of the bar, unhindered by anyone. Temple followed him, and led him to an awaiting dragon, and she flew them both to N'Orleans. Yna passed out on the way there, and, when they landed, it was no trouble at all for Temple to pick him up and carry him to her apartment, strip him, then chain him to her bed and then revive him. Temple undressed, and informed Yna that he would now pleasure her, to which Yna informed her that he would prefer to be dead, thank you very much. Temple, being the impatient sort, pulled out a syringe and injected Ynaoise with it, but he was not willing to play along, and he began slowing his heart rate and breathing down, to the point that he seemed nearly dead. Temple took this badly, and began slapping him around, then, she decided to go a little... lower... and started to squeeze. At first, Yna could resist, as she was not squeezing hard, but then she started squeezing a little bit harder, and Ynaoise had no choice but to pay attention. Temple informed him yet again of his position in her life, and Yna replied that he would rather be a eunich, and that the woman he loved would prolly be along shortly to kill Temple. Temple, possesed of an odd sense of humor, found this funny, and told Yna that the woman he loved would prolly not like him to be neutered, and Yna replied that she would love him, no matter what, saying this with conviction. Temple took this badly, and decided not only to squeeze harder, but twist, and Ynaoise now became truly uncomfortable. Temple decided she had had enough, and injected him again. Yna fought desperately to hold on after that, but was unsuccessful and Temple got what she wanted, and seemed to enjoy herself immensely, until, shortly after she finished, Yalon and Yjezra broke into her apartment. Nope, Temple did not like that at _all_, but she had made a small mistake... Yalon is very well connected in N'Orleans, and found her easily enough. A short chase ensued, however, Temple managed to escape, but not before Yalon shot her. Yjezra and Yalon freed Yna, dressed him, and brought him back to the Mount, where Yjezra put her healing knowledge to work, trying to comfort him. Yna woke up hours later, with Yjezra working on healing him, worried about his health. Days pass, and he recovers, and he discusses this with Yjezra, and they reaffirm their love for each other... However, this is not the end... Temple still roams this land, and with each passing day, Ynaoise gets closer and closer to getting his revenge... The Spirit of Vengence lives on, never dying, never faltering... -------------------------- Message 624 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Oct 15 15:46:40 1996 CDT From: Brandy (#15893) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: character "As many of you know, my char. Brandy was reaped by Quinn. therefore I came back as Arwen for awhile. Now after talking with Kynwal I am back to playing her as Brandy again. and using Brandy for the alias. the characters are one and the same though. so if you knew Arwen, you know Brandy. I just wanted to end some of the confusion that was around. any questions send mail to Brandy or Arwen as they are both aliases for the same cch..char.[to -]: ---Brandi (the person behind the screen) -------------------------- Message 625 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Oct 15 16:32:10 1996 CDT From: Yggidrasil (#10625) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Death sucks Yggy died drinking from the fountain in Genesis don't make the same mistake for not subscribing to *chat. -------------------------- Message 626 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Oct 16 01:34:32 1996 CDT From: Moonheart (#6143) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Hot night.. Moon wanderd aroudn dixie ..looking things over...then wanderd into the old house seeking a bit of warmth...only to find a Flame haired woman and and The strange man with the hockystick already there...heating things up nicely ..he grined to himself and walked back out of the room. Mnht -------------------------- Message 627 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Oct 16 10:40:56 1996 CDT From: Jezebel (#12504) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: If you do it in Dixie..lock the damn door! The fire blazed silently warming their naked bodies as the day bed protested beneath them. Jezebel tightened her legs around the powerful man above her, their bodies moving shamelessly as one. Sensing her lovers urgency, Jeze opened her eyes, watching his face contort to a mask of ecstasy, the love and admiration she felt for him flowed threw her body like blood from a gaping wound.. As she gazed upon her lovers face a movement within the room caught her eye, turning her head slowly she saw a strange man looking down at her, she could see the amusement in his eyes as he slowly smiled at her, then he turned and walked away, exiting from the room without saying a word.... -------------------------- Message 628 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Oct 17 09:43:26 1996 CDT From: DarkAngel (#12478) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Tantric Magic Tossing and turning, visions of Strafe in another womans arms filled Ang's sleepless night. Ang realized that tantric magic could be fun and at the same time very dangerous to a marriage. For now, Ang must live on her own, trying to sort through the strong emotions and feelings that have pulled her away from Strafe. -------------------------- Message 629 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Oct 17 15:07:22 1996 CDT From: Axelle (#9124) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Seminar Mistress Axelle woke early, her back aching from having to sleep in a tent. Her eyes wandered over the many bodies around her, over sinuous arms and legs, entwining with each other in a newfound intimacy. She smiled softly, as the morning light filtered in through the tent's canvas. After this was all over, they would all feel somewhat connected to each other. They were sharing an experience, learning with one another how to channel and summon magic through tantrism...through their own passions, desires. They had performed their first two exercises well. These people were of lusty nature, embracing their own powerful sexualties. They had first learned how to channel the energy from their loins, to their hands - the ability to outlet their magic was theirs. Some had a bit of difficulty and needed to work on their self-control. Axelle chuckled, remebering the constant look of frustration on Strongarm's face. She thought of Damien then, man, that guy needed to loosen up. She had taught them also, how to use another person's heat to emphasize their own wanton. They had each declared what they wanted, and used each other as means of achieving it. She thought of Knight and Observer..they had done extremely well. She just wondered to what extent they let themselves be open to one another. Concentration here was supposed to be on the 'self' for now. The pair had declared their love for their mates, but they responded to one another so quickly and so easily. She hoped that they still kept focus, kept in mind that body and heart were not one and the same. Her memories flowed through her mind like a gurgling stream. Mount was indeed a perfect pupil. She was candid and open, perhaps one who could easily dissassociate the 'self' from the practice. Swordmage and Pendulum were eager enough, and the former held on to his love for his wife well. She chuckled softly, remebering long ago..how he had shared his passion with her. And Swordmage had not forgotten, she knew this..Ahh, his hands over her heart. Silver was responsive, her love for her husband holding her back somewhat. Minotaur and Famine would do excellently. They had had previous instruction and it showed. All in all, the group had potential. Tonight's exercises would test them. Her tiny laugh echoed in the tent as she turned over on her side. She would try her best not to let things get out of hand. She knew they all yearned...but this was not to be a simple orgy. She would teach them how to feel as 'Masters/Mistresses' of their own passions. To use their sensualities as a means for power. They would learn, and perhaps one day be able to help her. Her own private hedonistic army. Anatol would pay. OOC: Didn't list everyone...would be too long and spammy. *hugs* You can all perhaps post your own experiences...Would be good for us all to see! -------------------------- Message 630 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Oct 17 15:37:11 1996 CDT From: Kzin (#5800) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Pendulum's Edge The darkness of the tent pressed down into him, calling sleep, but it came not for a long, long time. Memories of the night's events, the Mistress, naming of the souls....something stirred within him, behind dark swathes of concealment. Slowly, peace game, both otherselves and the one-self finally resting, closing the doors of perception against the world. But one still stirred, the body awake with it's consciousness as the darkness slid out from behind shadowed, repressed memories, cackling, the siphoned-off power of the tantric ritual flowing through once-shattered limbs, which now swelled out with shadowy flesh. The non-self sifted through names, pictures, it's power picking them out of the sleeping mind. Laughing, it pinpointed some. The Mistress, The Order of the Wyrm, quickly absorbing the past months and years of it's defeated, exhausted hiding. Night passed swiftly as the non-self worked, it's revenge finally possible, secreting power in the hidden darknesses of the body and mind, slowly, as dark came, slipping back into it's hiding, this time for a slow victory, confident. The last thought, before consciousness returned to power, with the otherselves, was that now, with it's new-stolen prowess and source of power, it had a hold....let the others think they control, for I can take over the self any time I wish... Soon the time shall be right, for my return to control....and the Three shall be gone forever.. Kzin awakened with a slight, dull headache, memories of the last night blurred, bodies, heat, pleasure, but...no faces, or names. He look around, but was unable to tell the names of those around him in the light. Stumblign to his fet, he left the tent. As he slowly left, the otherselves conversed, thier perceptions as blurred and confused as his, the one-self's. Strange, but not major......and in the back of his mind, a darkness laughed. And life went along as normal, life flowing smoothly around the small disturbances. -------------------------- Message 631 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Oct 17 17:44:15 1996 CDT From: Smoke (#11265) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Last Night Smoke rolled over on her soft mattress, peeking out her tent into the morning fog, smiling softly remembering the magic of last night. The one called Mistress helped her find a new place deep within herself, in her mind she could still see the naked bodies, so close, touching, exploring. The heat of the big bull, his arms coming up from behind her, pressing his massive body close to hers, the erotic feeling of his soft fur brushing gently against her skin (almost puts a new meaning to animal husbandry) and the one called Pendulum Edge standing in front of her, his eyes alive with passion, his manhood arise, and the excitement of wanting them both...right there in front of everyone..... Standing up and dressing, frowning slightly, Smokes thoughts turned to Hoplias, of his coming to the magic place and putting his coat on her...telling her it was time to go...Putting on her boots, sighing softly, she wondered why Hoplias would not join in...did he feel it was wrong? She knew she should not go against his wishes....but tonight she would go back...and this time she would not leave...no matter what.... -------------------------- Message 632 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Oct 17 21:27:01 1996 CDT From: Yshar (#12217) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Still the hearts grow strong... In regards to DarkAngel's post...And on the behalf of both of us... BIG MULTI-PARAGRAPH TYPO! Abduction by aliens! Attack by abominaal sn... You get the picture. The Love Birds, Strafe and Ang PS: WOO WOO! -------------------------- Message 633 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Oct 18 02:10:31 1996 CDT From: Cristal (#7366) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A night to remember... Moonheart had invited Cristal and Deckard to the class he was attending. Knowing her interest in tantrism, as teacher, he felt it advantageous for her to go. She had accepted excitedly, dragging her Nub along...knowing and fearing that practice of the magic rituals would take place. She and Deckard had participated in the exercises, first learning how to move their inner spritual energies, and then how to use that power to invade other people. It was during this, that Deckard's energies possessed her body. Swirling through her, he had felt the baby. Cristal hadn't known how to react, and ended up fainting. Her plans to run away with the pregnancy undetected washed down the drain. She feared that Deckard would reject her and the baby. That he didn't love her. She woke up at home, Deckard having brought her back. She began to cry. Then, all her fears melted away with Deckard's embrace and his excited expression. He was happy about the child. And he loved both her and the life growing within her. They decided to stroll and celebrate privately...with Champagne and a beach...and the stars above them. They made love in a hot pool, their actions having become an expression of emotion now...one step further... It was probably the most intense thing Cristal had ever experienced, short of the magic they ahd performed earlier. But Deckard's body, the sensation of him filling her. She was whole. She was loved. And she loved. She had barely noticed a stranger who had happened by during their union. Even with her shyness, it didn't matter anyhow. She was lost in pleasure, and in the newness of hers and Deckard's bond. They had stumbled back to the Maison, hand in hand...Both of them were exhausted, spent...but happy most of all. They tumbled into bed together, and snuggled. 'Twas then that Cristal told Deckard of her earlier plans. She told him her fears, and her insecurities. He assured her that he would have sought her out...And told her he loved her again. Cristal drifted off to sleep, her body entwined with Nub's. She had never felt so complete in all her life. A smile graced her lips as dreams began to form in her mind. Beautiful encompassing dreams of fulfillment. They would tell all their friends the next day...Share their happiness. -------------------------- Message 634 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Oct 18 14:39:23 1996 CDT From: Axelle (#9124) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Second Night The group gathered together, this time remaining in the large billowing tent..their own private haven. Some had been there from the night before, and there were newcomers as well. Nurture and Baby had accompanied Baby's teacher this time, the great Swordmage himself. Callie chose, on this night to participate, while the night before, she had merely observed. The rest of the group had the advantage of previous exercises, but on the whole, everyone performed well. Mistress was a bit worried about the rise of unruliness she saw, however. Knight especially had had his own agenda. What some did not comprehend was that they had to start at the basics. A simple reminder of his mate's dabbling with tantrism before (and her putting him in a coma from it) should have sufficed. They learned to release their energies into the air and channel it outside of their bodies. They learned to move their energies, direct them as if like puppets, through sheer will. They learned to channel their energies into other bodies, possessing each other wholly. It was at this point that Nurture had seemingly discovered a secret that Baby had kept from him. She fainted, though with everyone's concentration, little commotion occured. The two left abruptly and the group resumed easily. Mistress was very proud of her students. They responded well to her teachings. They embraced the tantric art eagerly. She would reward them with the next session. They would actually be allowed to enjoy somewhat, instead of being constantly denied. She chuckled to herself, thinking about their hedonistic tendencies. They had begged her to finish the lessons early, so that they could 'do their own thing'...They just didn't have the self-control they needed as yet. Ahh, but she would see to it that they developed it. A test was in order. -------------------------- Message 635 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Oct 18 21:28:02 1996 CDT From: Naxos (#9972) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: rumors about the undersea. "The subbies repelled an aesir attack, and a foul dragon turtle as well, tho rumors circulate of a giant snake that may lurk the murky waters still. -------------------------- Message 636 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Oct 20 15:12:56 1996 CDT From: Red-Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The tax man cometh ooc: Ok, I can't resist any longer :) And we need some Red Fang excitment!! Posted proper in the R/T Lounge you find this notice. Taxes due by end of year!!! If you are a resident of the Wasteland, Ghostwheel, Jizo or just the world in a whole then you have to pay. Only excemptions will be residents of the Oasis on the great wasteland. Each citizen will pay 500 crystals to Red Fang, this tax is dubbed neccasary to build a army for the protection of the wasteland an restore the depleted coffers of Red Fang and his beautiful wife Tempest. After the 1st of the year, 2637 all persons not paying will be subject to punishment. Yours truly, Red Fang -------------------------- Message 637 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Oct 20 19:59:50 1996 CDT From: Cammie (#16048) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Rendez-vous. Cammie stretched behind her desk as she finally returned to conciousness, having to look around to reorient herself with her surroundings again. The office in the Tech Order facility was small and quaint. She hadn't had time to decorate it yet, so it was fairly empty save her tools up on the shelves and her own specialized desk on the far wall. With a quick glance at the window, she saw someone had painted her name on the glass, Cameron McKinnley. That put a smile on her face. So far, her explorations of this region had been fruitful. She'd made contacts, allies and a few friends even. Her mind wandered to the Tech Order leader a moment and she caught herself quickly, glad no one saw her blushing. :Girl, you don't have time for thoughts like that. There's work to be done.: Pulling her feet off the desk, she leaned forward and grabbed her backpack, rising to her feet slowly as she slipped her arms through the straps. Walking out of her office, she saw no one in the hallway, though she could hear other TO members busy in their offices with one project or another. Quietly, she slipped out of the hallway and found her way out of the facility. The salty tinged air whipped through her sunset colored curls as she requested and waited for transport, leaving her to think in the meantime. She wondered if anyone had caught on yet, if anyone had noticed her few slips. As small as each of them were, she still kicked herself for messing up at all. It was not time for anyone to know, not until der Mann told her it was. The ship arrived, carrying her off to the R/T Garage, where she travelled into the Wastelands, deep into the sand and sun, till she found the tarp and its concealed contents. Pulling a communicator from her backpack, she spoke quietly, dispite her obvious solitude. "Herr? Ja, das ist Cammie... " -------------------------- Message 638 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Oct 21 08:19:56 1996 CDT From: Myst (#13170) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The reunification and some hard-earned sleep Myst slept a long, deep sleep, most likely brought on by all of the drugs that had been used on her in the past day. She now awoke, and looked around herself with sleepy eyes. Morlith..? How did she get here...The last thing she remembered was falling asleep in Devon's arms. Devon. Yes, things were coming back to her now. Devon had been returned to her; he called her love, things were as they were before. She wanted to rise and go after Devon, to tell him everything was all right now...but her weak body would not rise. Her body ached all over, a dull throbbing in her head and stomach, and her strength seemed to have left her for the moment. Tears came to her eyes... She remembered being in the Lounge, Temple and Devolith coming in...suddenly losing her balance and toppling to the floor...being carried away at knife- point to a Corpse. She shuddered. Images of that horrible room in Dakirion came back. The chair...Temple injecting her with some concoctions..her body seeming to catch on fire... She had almost been brainwashed! She shuddered again as Temple's words rushed inside her head: "It's better not to fight it dear, it kicks back..Just let it take you..." and "You have caused my family and I undue trouble, and now it is time for my revenge." The tears now flowed down her cheeks. Temple would no doubt be back for her...her weakened state and the pain from last night were most likely not the entire revenge Temple had planned on.... She gasped. She now remembered being outside the Lounge, waking on a pillow next to Devon...him not remembering anything... Then she remembered how she told him everything...everything that he had done in the past two weeks, remembering him standing there, utterly shocked. She had ripped away any chance at innocence that Devon had left...any hope of forgetting that horrible incident... It seemed to her to be a bigger torture to be told of events one has done but can't remember, than actually remembering them... "I'm so sorry Devon..." she whispered, as that was the best form of speech she could achieve in her present state. She sobbed some more, but without ferver, having cried herself dry the other night. So, the falcon of her dreams did indeed gore Devon; it gored his innocence and his mind... All of the dream's horrible puzzles had come true..but why had she seen these things? Was she warned? She pushed the matter aside, head stuffed with wool...she could hardly think straight, and she couldn't move. The anxiety and the previous night's events took their toll on Myst, as she rolled off her bed and vomited in between sobs. She felt utterly wretched, alone, cold, weak and sick...and how she yearned for the man she had been denied... But could she stare up into the face of the man she loved and still see his affections for her? Would she see the caring Devon or the taunter, Devolith? Every time he touched her, would she shrink back, as she did when Devolith did? She vomited again. It seemed that it would be inevitable not to look at Devon and see Devolith...but perhaps... No. There would be no perhaps. The dreams had come true, and she had to face that fact, had to accept her loss and care for her child... Her child! Startled, she ran a hand over her slightly rounded stomach, feeling for...something. It was too early for the baby to be kicking yet...but still she needed a sign... If Temple's drugs had done anything to her child she would... She vomited yet again, wretching horribly as nothing was left in her stomach. She would try... Devon would make a wonderful father...but.... Ah, what was the use? She would have to tell Devon how she felt, how she couldn't trust him at the moment... It would probably destroy him...but she had done much injury already... "Why does my life have to be filled with torment?" she thought as she rolled slowly back into her bed, wrapping the warm covers around her cold and shivering body, falling back into a dreamless, peaceful sleep. A sleep well earned. -------------------------- Message 639 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Oct 21 09:54:27 1996 CDT From: Morpheus (#12681) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Dreaming Begins....Part I Once again, Morpheus wandered. Not through the wastes as he had in the past, but rather, the lush forests of Jizo Island. Eventually, he came to the ledg of the Ravine he now called home. Stopping for a moment, he seated himself upon a large boulder overlooking the ravine, and quietly began to contemplate. His thoughts were disrupted as a shadow landed on the ground beside him. Instinctively, Morph turned his head to examine the newcomer and saw the familiar form of Raven, hopping on the ground, occasionally pecking at the dust. After a moment, it turned its attention towards Morpheus and looked at him with a steady, unflinching gaze. "YOU HAVE NOT EMBRACED ME VOICE!! WHY IS THIS SO??" Morpheus flinched at the sound of that overwhelming voice, so alien in its nature....it gave no hint of emotion, race, or even sex. Only an absolute sense of presence surrounded that voice. "I don't understand what you are talking about...." began Morpheus. "SEEK NO ANSWERS! FOR YOU ARE, BUT MY QUESTIONS!" Anger rose from deep within Morpheus, and he rose to his feet, glaring at Raven. "WHAT EXACTLY DO YOU WANT OF ME HUH? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME RAVEN?? TELL ME DAMMIT!!!!" The Raven rose from the ground slightly, buffeting his wings back and forth. As if answering the raven, an tremendous burst of wind sent Morph sailing through the air, to land on his back six feet away. Morph's breath burst from his lungs as he lanbded hard upon the ground and sprawled flat upon his back. "YOU ANSWER YOURSELF, BUT FEED YOUR IGNORANCE. SEEK THOSE WHO SERVE DARKNESS, FOR ONLY IN DARKNESS SHALL YOU LEARN OF LIGHT!!" When Morpheus regained his feet, he was no longer at the edge of the ravine. Alone in his tent, he pondered Raven's words on his sleeping palette. -------------------------- Message 640 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Oct 21 10:53:42 1996 CDT From: Devon (#13677) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The End. Devon smiled slightly and watched as the riders took Myst homr to rest. He knew what he had done and he cursed Temple for it, ashe would pay for these atrosities against him and his friends. And what of Myst? what would he say to her, he loved her with al his heart and all his mind once more, but for two months he was this wretched thing 'Devolith'. How could she look at him and remember the kind caring person he was, she couldn't... Always Devon remembered his first reading for himself, patience, and understanding were needed, Devon would go out of his way to please Myst that is it he thought. He smiled, grabbing up his few remaining crystals and thought, "not enough". He lept to his feet forgetting how much pain he was in, and rushed to ghostwheel. Acquring a small fortune in a short time, he wobbled to the eaarth tower, he knew he could not pass thru Choas, he slipped into the dorm noting it was completely empty. Moonhearts words telling him how the Association had fallen apart, and how even he had left and was living at Red's Keep once more. The future took Devon by the hand, he fell asleep, as he did the nightmares formed in his mind anew, the dark dreams of his mothers death, never knowing his father, unknowing of his own childs birth coming this didn't mean much to him. Devon tossed in his sleep, even Timber was gone. He would have to beg her for another DreamCatcher, that helped a little, allowed him enough to stop the nightmares and sleep peacefully. He yawned and fells asleep again, still almost completely baffled by what he had done. -------------------------- Message 641 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Oct 21 12:23:11 1996 CDT From: Cammie (#16048) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *TechOrder (#14256) Subject: The Little Things That Kill. Cammie felt her eyes constantly drifting back to the Tech Order leader, Cheetah, as the ship rocketed them back to the Facility along with Dexter and Eclipse. She was worried about him and his sudden fanaticism and hatred against mages. Cammie had never truly liked magic, there were too many unknowns for her analytic mind, but she'd never had cause to hate them and her rational mind couldn't accept what her Commanding Officer was saying. :He's your CO, girl. When he says jump you ask what direction when you're three feet in the air. Never question, just do.: She nodded silently to herself, glancing again at Cheetah. The ship landed at Wood's Hole finally, jostling them all one last time before the turbines wound down and the hatch opened. Cammie tumbled out into the afternoon sunlight, still finding her gaze drifting towards Cheetah. :Well, yes, he is rather handsome, but keep your mind on what's important, namely his mental stability, girl.: She nodded quietly to herself again as she followed her leader plus the other two Tech members back to the Facility....only to find the front door wide open. Everyone reacted violently, Eclipse attaching his bionic fists, Dexter wielding his sword and Cheetah drawing his pistol out. Cammie herself reached down and slipped her crowbar from the sheath on her thigh. They entered the facility together, then split up to search for intruders. Cammie choose to search the hallway that lead to the departmental offices. It was dark, someone had shut the lights off, and she could hear shuffling of feet, though at the moment none of the Tech Members were normally in their offices, but rather out taking advantage of the daylight. Crouching low, she sat still, trying to pinpoint the source of the sounds. She barely had time to realize someone was behind her before a very hard substance crashed into the back of her skull...and darkness embraced her. The world spun, voices calling her name, someone was shaking her shoulder. She opened her eyes, seeing Cheetah above her, shaking her. Dexter and Eclipse were standing over her also. She sat up, reaching back to find a knot on the back of her skull, wincing as her fingers brushed across it. Immediatly Cheetah began his rant about the mages...yes, the mages. :Yes... they must be to blame after all... perhaps Cheetah was right and his sanity is not unstable...this bears looking into.: She rose to her feet shakily, barely able to make it into her office. Once inside, she collapsed into her desk, asleep in moments.... not realizing it would be a very long sleep indeed. -------------------------- Message 642 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Oct 21 12:38:22 1996 CDT From: Red-Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Taxes On this last cold day of November, A reminder to the peoples of the world. Paying this 500 crystal tax will assure you safty and protection for the following year. It will allow your leader and friend Red Fang to employ the TO to develop new technologies for the advancement of man kind, It will give monies to build a proper landing for Dragon's and riders alike doing busness in the lowlands. Ocean fairing folk will have cleaner waters to swim though.. Crystal hunters will find their game protected and their profits increased 10 fold. This is a people tax, jump on the band wagon and give to recieve! Yours truly Red Fang -------------------------- Message 643 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Oct 21 13:53:37 1996 CDT From: Cristal (#7366) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Pret-a-Porter Exquisite parchment leaflets were distributed all over Ghostwheel. The announcement was made about a clothing store opening in Toosay. (@) Pret-a-Porter (@) ww\|/wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww\|/ww Finest quality and fabrics, expert tailoring. All garments are custom made to perfection. Please drop in and feel free to browse through our catalog. Cristal Mystique (@) ww\|/ww -------------------------- Message 644 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Oct 21 17:33:43 1996 CDT From: Ylise (#14877) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A mishap Ylise noted she had gone too far.. But the thrill.. she felt all of him, all his energy, forming and moving inside of her. She had taken it all and left him a lump on the bed, barely breathing and in a coma. The want to take all his power inside of her was overwhelming.. unstoppable. It was not til after she saw him lying there still, that she began to think it truly had gone to far. After he had thrust the last of his energies.... letting both of them release in unison... for him .. the last of his power fell into her... for Ylise... only a smile... a deep content pleasured smile. There was much more to learn to this Tantrism... she knew that for a fact. There was more the Misstress was to teach her. She had still to undo the spell she had wrought on him.. But still... a smile fell against her lips... She knew she had the power. -------------------------- Message 645 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Oct 21 21:57:18 1996 CDT From: Axelle (#9124) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Doubts Axelle left Austin, left Observer and StrongArm behind her, and she walked for a long time...just thinking. She reviewed her success with her students thus far. And she thought about their impulsiveness, their foolish dabblings with an art they really knew nothing about. She had taught them how to embrace their energies, to summon them and how to barely manipulate the threads. Not once had she taught them spells. They were practicing Tantrism of their own accord. She cursed to herself. This was the second time that someone was hurt by miscast spells involving Tantric Magick. She wondered if perhaps, -she- was now promoting this occurence. If so, she would put a stop to it immediately. Dammit, she was angry like hell. She walked further on, making it to Jizo Beach. There, she took off her clothes and waded far into the water. Her conscience nagged at her for doing what she did. The things she had been doing as of late really surprised her. She left Aurion impotent, not relieving him of Ylise's spell. She cast her own simple spell on Ylise, which doused all and any sexual urges whatsoever. She would be denied physical wanton and pleasure. Then, she thought of Astaroth. He was punished most. Tiny threads of her magick weaved around his manhood in a constant, intense pressure....squeezing. They all needed to learn. And fast. The only thing was...They all didn't deserve to learn any further than what they already knew. Control. It was all a question of that. -------------------------- Message 646 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Oct 22 14:00:53 1996 CDT From: Tadewi (#3791) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Mysterious Earthquakes... Anyone who has been wandering through the cemetery lately will have noticed little earthquakes shaking the ground. Some of them seem violent, but most are just slight shifts beneath your feet. Adventurers traveling out of the area have told rumors of this around the R/T building. The reasons or origins behind the sudden quakes are only speculated on. -------------------------- Message 647 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Oct 22 14:12:04 1996 CDT From: Deirdriu (#16526) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Little Earthquakes. The call of a falcon woke Deirdriu from a sound sleep. She blinked, getting her bearings, realizing it was Carraig calling a warning to her. Groggily, she untangled herself from her sleeping back, finding her breeches and boots. The earthquake began just moments after she slid her boots on. Managing to stay calm, Deirdriu scrambled for the tent flaps, diving outside just as the lines snapped and the tent collapsed into a pile of line and canvas. Carriag flew in circles overhead, still calling out in distress. Deirdriu stumbled awkwardly to the entrance to the Guilbeau Mausoleum, sitting in the doorway between the to marble angels. Hunks of conconcrete fell around her, but nothing struck her down as she waited the earthquake out. As it ended one though entered her head, "I have to get Mind's Eye soon..." -------------------------- Message 648 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Oct 22 18:07:49 1996 CDT From: Axelle (#9124) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Tantrism TP Seems the people who -picked- the date and time of this RP session can't make it...Ummm...So I'm gonna postpone it. Sorry... The time is actually not a good one for me...If it starts at 11pm EST, it prolly wouldn't finish till -late-...With so many people in it, it always tends to take -forever- *grin*... So...those of you involved, please let me know when you are best available...I'm starting to think that maybe weekend would be best? I don't want to drag this TP out too long though...So let's try to finish up and have fun! Cool? *hugs* Sue -------------------------- Message 649 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Oct 23 00:39:19 1996 CDT From: Yalon (#8143) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The price of life. "Yalon!" Alluvia cried out. Yalon turned and jumped out of his chair, rushing to the bed where she lay. "Love? What is it?" he asked. She tossed and turned, groaning in pain "The baby." she managed to say. -No- he thought, -its not for another month isnt it?-. She cried out again and he grabbed her hand, trying to comfort her "I'm here love, I'm here, I'll get help." With that he sent his thoughts to his dragonfriend Saraaka -Find Yjezra!- he nearly shouted to her, she rose from her sleep but felt his fear and quickly went to locate the dragonhealer. Yalon stayed by his wifes side, holding her hand, trying his best to comfort her, but knowing not what to do. **She is not here** came Saraaka's thoughts, -Then find someone, anyone!- Yalon sent back. He looked about franticly, feeling so helpless. His wife cried out again and he spoke to her again, telling her he was there and that help would be here soon. She tried to talk through the pain, something about the baby, something wrong. Yalons fear grew even more, his first child, his son, no, he could not lose the babe, or his wife. Soon Saraaka returned with Freiga, she came over and began to help with Alluvia, but her face showed her own worries. Yalon watched on, still holding firmly to his wifes hand as she cried out once more. She tried to speak "The...baby.....take care....of him." Yalon didnt know what to think, his mind was racing, fear and worry, no this could not be he thought. "Please love, dont leave me, I need you." Yalon spoke to her, but she only cried out again. Friega began to say somethign about the babe, but Yalon was so overwhelmed he couldnt think clearly, then Alluvia shudderd and grew still. "Love!" Yalon cried out, he shook her shoulder slightly, and then noticed her very faint breathing. Then the sound of a cry, he turned to see Freiga holding his son. Yalon looked to alluvia, so still, but yet alive. He stood up, still holding his wifes hand, he looked helplessly to Freiga. She walked over and handed him the babe, which he carefully took. She knew Yalon needed something to occupy his mind. "I'll go fetch someoen quickly." Friega said then left hurridly. Yalon looked down at the bundle in his arms, then to his wifes slow breathing form, and he cried again, though softer this time. The bundle in his arms stirred, looking out at the world with a calm gaze. -------------------------- Message 650 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Oct 23 17:03:56 1996 CDT From: Demon (#6613) To: *submariners (#8388) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Escaped... Dec 7 04:40:18 2636 Submariner jail The Captive Traitor Demon lay sickly in his jail cell, or so everyone seemed to think, as many esteemed medical submariners came in and out of the jail it was assesesseed that Demon had fallen prey to some of the side affects of the radiation storm. two medical officers began taking him out of the cell when suddenly Demon sat up seemingly in good health. He cought the two doctors off guard knocking them unconscious and bolting out the open cell door. Just outside, in corals reach, A note (hopefully waterproof) was left on the door of one of the many domes, it said, "Beware submariners for you are no longer alone in the ocean... I am here and i have followers..." Submariner Warden Naxos who was, at the time off duty has now issued a warrant for the arrest of Demon and at his capture should be turned into to the submariner community.... ***OOC*** this post was agreed on by both Naxos and Demon and is not a feeble excuse to get out. :) ***OOC*** Demon -------------------------- Message 651 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Oct 23 19:45:57 1996 CDT From: Cristal (#7366) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Now Hiring A young girl of perhaps fifteen years, saw a sign in Pret-a-Porter's window. She ventured into the trendy shop, admiring its smart decor. She was met by a beautiful young woman, dressed in a slinky silver gown. Inquiring about the sign, she was dismayed to learn that a job requirement was sewing. She couldn't sew. Geez, she couldn't cook! Another worry was finding a man who would accept these things in her. She left the clothing store quietly, and wandered around Toosay for a while before returning home. OOC: Am looking for someone experienced to help out...to make clothes :) -------------------------- Message 652 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Oct 24 16:42:27 1996 CDT From: Myst (#13170) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A chilling thought Myst slept her now-usual untroubled sleep, now that her life had been pulled from the brink of collapse with the return of Devon. But, tonight, her mind was slightly troubled, as it had been previous nights. Her dreams started off pretty much as normal, just a subconscious recollection of events that had happened during the day; but one thing in particular stuck. It was the place on Jizo...she heard running water, and she felt warm sand on her back..but there was darkness. Then, she opened her eyes, and saw Devon pushing down on her; they were making love. She felt herself responding as she had earlier that night, but that's when it all changed. Devon leaned down to kiss her, but his face was rather twisted, frowning evilly...He spoke in a serpentine rasp as he pressed down upon her in rapid succession, "So you bear MY child, eh wench?" Myst wanted to scream but couldn't...instead she panted out, "Devolith" as she neared her peak. Myst sat bolt upright in her bunk, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, breathing heavy and rapid. Her heart was trying to thump out of her chest. She clasped her tired head in her hands and growled. "No more!" She shouted. "I will not let the dreams destroy me again..." she thought. Devon was Devon once again; he loved her once more and treated her the same way as he had before the change. Myst guessed it was just his words to her rebounding around in her subconscious: "Are you sure you can make love to me, knowing how filthy and evil I am?" He was not. Not any more. She twirled the silver band around her finger, thinking. She took it off and read the inscription inside that she had already committed to memory: May our love endure forever. She clasped the ring firmly in her fist before replacing it on her finger. "And endure it shall," she promised, rolling over and returning to her slumber. -------------------------- Message 653 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Oct 24 20:21:42 1996 CDT From: Tadewi (#3791) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Grand Opening! The Masonry Guild, located in N'Orleans just an alleyway past the Cemetery, has opened for business. If you have a request, go there to leave an order form or talk to one of the Guild members about what you want. You can purchase building orders for homes or furniture. The Guild is also still looking for members to join. You must be skilled in carpendry, masonry or furniture crafting to join. OOC: No building is guarenteed and you must be able to pay the crystals in full before any building will be done. Please go to the Masonry with requests rather then me. From this moment on I will be working through them and I will not be just giving out furniture or rooms any longer. -------------------------- Message 654 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Oct 25 00:30:58 1996 CDT From: Axelle (#9124) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Tantrism III They joined in their circle and manipulated their energies. They reached out and healed both Aurion and Ylise. They bonded with one another, some growing closer...some finding passions they knew not of. Mistress smiled warmly across at her new teacher, the Preacher. New plans were set in motion. Something had been achieved that night which would forever change things. She thought of Ylise, and her pulse quickened. She was the key. She slipped from the tent, with Damien at her heals. Venturing into the darkness, she took his hand. And lead him home. They ahd much to talk about. -------------------------- Message 655 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Oct 25 17:29:55 1996 CDT From: Morrigan (#10469) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A child... The Lady Tadewi Mystique and The Morrigan are gleefully proud to announce the birth of their daughter: Morwen Mystique Born earlier this day, December 13, 2636. -------------------------- Message 656 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Oct 26 17:19:50 1996 CDT From: Cheetah (#12402) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Meetings. Cheetah paced across the small office, shaking his head. It had not gone well. The meeting should have been the beginning of a grand thing.. Most of the key order members where there, it should have gone smoothly, his plan would have been launched with grace to befit the strategy of the finest commander, gone through with the percision of a simple chemistry demonstration. It hadn't. The idea was grossly simple.. Register the mages. Make sure those with powers in certain areas knew they where being watched.. They couldn't mess with people's minds.. He had never expected any members of the order to turn against him. JGooding, disagreeing.. His second in command. He hadn't expected that. The plan had been so simple, beautiful.. Khyber, he had looked like he would draw his blade.. Dissent.. In the Tech Order.. It didn't seem possible.. They had all agreed.. Registration would tear the order apart. The mages would attack.. They had too much power, too much influence, for the order to stop. What was to be done? If they could not be monitored, they would have to be destroyed. Those who had not left by that point said it was foolish.. The mages would destroy them. They had too much power. nothing could be done. One of them actually suggested an alliance! The order, and the mages.. A small droid scurried across the floor. The very idea made him want to kick it. So now, there was nothing to be done.. All his work.. What he had made.. The order.. The progress they had made.. All for nothing! The mages could destroy them, and they had no recourse. Nothing could be done. He threw his head back and laughed. So this was what it has come to. All his work would be destroyed by a bunch of magick wielding fools, who couldn't tell a quark from a bloody grape. He had expected the corps to do it, at the least. Kicking the small spider-droid, he crawled into his hammock, looking out the small bullet-proof glass window, at the ocean.. It had always seemed to calm him, the ocean.. He shook his head, and fell asleep, facility gently rocking on it's pontoons to the subtle movements of the ocean. (OOC) Sorry if this post seems a bit wierd looking :) Had to switch to raw telnet to write most of this, and it won't let me write over about 3.5 lines at once. -------------------------- Message 657 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Oct 26 19:22:28 1996 CDT From: Synge (#12541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The fate of the order? [Part 1] Synge strolled through the halls of the Woods Hole Research Facilities, watching patriot squawk at his own reflection.. he thought of the meeting, in which cheetah wanted him to 'register' mages.. Synge had no query against the mages.. they helped him out more than enough times to save his ass, and he was grateful of that... sure there were some bad eggs in the mage community, but most were kind and ready to help a person in need.. Synge sighed, and wondered what Cheetah was so riled up at... Cheetah was fumed when Synge had replied the mages were nice and caring, and even the Cyborg Eclipse suggested a good idea.. an alliance, but Cheetah and his ambitions would never let that happen... Synge continued to stroll, coming to a stop at his office. He opened the door, and entered, flopping down on his bed, Patriot diving onto the bench.. Synge then listened to his radio for a few minutes, and then fell asleep, thinking of things to come... -------------------------- Message 658 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Oct 27 13:48:41 1996 CST From: Alluvia (#12737) To: *DragonRiders (#5915) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A new begining ooc - Alrighty then. To better make shit believeable in the sense of the moo, since this whole deal with me and Yalon was sorta um (large)... I have, with some help come up with a story to justify some of the things that actually happened. For instance, Alluvi was married, she did have a kid and most of the stuff that happened with exception to the few last bits actually DID happen. How do I plan to do this you ask? Well it was brought to my mind, that she could still be married indeed. Instead of using Yalon in this, and getting a divorce, since stuff went ahead and was done a bit quicker than expected, she will have been married to an NPC. A nonexistant NPC at that who managed to be a dr, coming from a different mount of course (thanks to Yseult for help with that) and that he will have been living here the duration of the time Alluvi was living on this mount (thank you to Yjezra). But some stuff went sour in the relationship, hence they got divorced and are no longer the blissful happy couple. So hubby went back to the other Aeyire that he came from and they are divorced and he is out of the picture. Btw, I'd like to thank Mantle for this idea... he's the one who came up with it in the first place. You guys have all been very helpful in fixing a situation that woulda otherwise been very messy. And I hate leaving messes. So without further adeu, let me present the fictitious husband who never existed, in his final moments! Alluvia sat on the warm bed in the guest room, a sigh expelled from her lips. It was over now. The man she had loved was gone, her only link to him, the baby boy sleeping in the next room. He was safe, but she still worried about his size. Yjen, her husband had told her of his affairs... He could not take her cooped up in the bed, he felt himself being trapped as well. He told her of his new love for another, how she was beautiful of skin, and had agreed to run with him, back to his home. Yjen could no longer take her to his word, Alluvia thought. His love had changed around... and she.. she was too blind... too blind to see it. The tears welled in her eyes, tiny streams of hot racing down her cheeks, mixing as they met as pools on her white robe. She recalled his words, his strong deep voice the last memory in her mind. "Alluvia... I have hurt you... And I cannot live with myself in lies.." His voice seemed to signal his words... "I have found another ... I was lonely while you... and... I am sorry Alluvia... But I have found her, and I love her... " She could not look up at Yjen, only a soft voice meeting against thoughts of flooding emotion, "You wish to end our love ...... I see... What is her name Yjen... Is she pretty... Is she the one you truly want to live eternity with...?" Her voice cracked slightly at the last sentence, but her gaze could not meet to the sound of his voice.. "Her name is ... Kalen... and yes... I do Alluvia.. I am sorry... We... we will go back to my home Aeyrie...Val.Saar, and.. " Alluvia raised a hand, nodding, "Yes... No more... tell me no more... Please..." Her finger fumbled for the wedding ring that she had worn, removing it, then placing it in his hands, "When it is time... give it to ... Kalen... " Her tears were falling, flooding over her cheeks, "Just... just go now .. please... "... her voice trailled away.. the last thing she heard was a sigh, and his footsteps out the door. He left early the next morn, before she awoke. The sun was bright and shiningagainst the cavern, the warm rays flooding in... she could see the shade of the light, but did not notice... She did not feel the warmth hit her skin. He had left a letter on her bed, she took it... and hid it... She could not read it.. she could not see the words. Yjen had left... the only rememberance of him was the babe that slept quietly. ooc-btw she's still blind too:) heh -------------------------- Message 659 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Oct 27 13:52:27 1996 CST From: Alluvia (#12737) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: btw ooc- case i didn't make clear.. nobody in this storyline exists except me and the baby.. these people are NOT players.. they arent' even npcs.. they made up. offa the top of me little ol head. -------------------------- Message 660 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Oct 28 09:30:17 1996 CST From: Morpheus (#12681) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Through the veil of darkness.... Dreamings Part II The fire burned low within the cave as Morpheus gazed into its depths. For over a week now, he had contemplated the dark words of the spirit called Raven and had found himself puzzled by them still. It was the Raven's urging for him to seek the servants of the darkness that troubled him most. He had heard of the thing called evil. He had little understanding about it, but he recalled the time when people had feared the mage named Embryon, and had called him evil, or a thing of darkness. Had Raven meant him to seek Embryon himself? Or just those like him? It was somewhat of a dilemma. Either way, he had a problem as such people would undoubtedly present a danger to him. As Morpheus gazed deep into the fire, he heard the familiar flapping of wings and the shadows upon the walls of the cave began to deepen and grow larger. The fire, surged to life, springing upwards in a gout that connected with the ceiling and fanned outwards, sheathing it in flames. Cringing, Morph staggered back from the flames but they continued to spread, covering the room and burning all within. Screaming, Morpheus rolled upon the floor trying to extinguish himself and alleviate the pain......that terrible pain and the smell of his flesh cooking. Just as quickly as the flames had spread, suddenly they were gone, and Morpheus was no longer within his cave but rather, deep within the wastes in a place he had never been before. Above him raged a battle, the likes he had never seen. Two enormous dragons waged a vicious battle above him. Their claws raking deep gashes as the slashed at each other and breathed great tongues of flame. Both dragons were of equal size, but their colours differed. One being the colour of pure alabaster, and one being the colour of darkest obsidian. As Morpheus watched in a state of paralyzed fascination, the white dragon dove for the black one, just as the black one plunged a taloned hand into the white one's chest. Locking its talons around the black dragon's neck as it died, the white one bore the black one downwards as it fell to the sands. Their impact was tremendous as the two struck the sands and seemingly exploded into flames of many colours. The sand whirled about them in a cyclone as the flames devastated the landscape, blackening the sands. Eventually, the flames and the circling winds ceased, and nothing remained except two puddles of fluid, one an oily black, and one a milky white. As he watched, the two fluids seeped deep into the sand and vanished from sight. A sudden sinking sensation brought Morph out of his reverie as he noticed himself sinking slowly into the sands. In desparation, he clawed at the sand around him, only to find that he continued to sink deeper and deeper in to the sand until his head vanished underneath, and he could not breathe..... Morph awoke within the cave he shared with his mentor's other students. The fire continued to burn, albeit lower as it slowly became cinders and ashes. Upon the ground he found his fingers had traced words: JOURNEY UNTO THE SANDS OF FALLEN LORDS. FOR THERE, SHALL YOU FIND TRUTH HIDDEN AMONGST THE SHADOWS OF THE STRUGGLE ETERNAL. As he read the words, a cold wind blew through the hidden opening of the cave, and the embers of the fire grew cold throwing the room into a dim-lit twilight. Morpheus could only stare at the words as the veil of a shadow crept slowly over the words and smothered them. OOC: If the fellow who previously controlled Embryon could please contact me via @send or @page. I would like to talk to him about a few things if he is so inclined. Sorry for the length of the post, but hope you enjoyed it. -------------------------- Message 661 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Oct 28 14:42:00 1996 CST From: Cristal (#7366) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Scare Cristal was in the lounge, showing Ylise the beautiful grey silk dress she had made for her. Everything was going perfectly, until a sudden sharp pain erupted from her stomach. Doubling over in pain, she stumbled to the couch for rest...trickles of blood seeping from her groin. She clutched at her belly, sweating...willing the hurt to go away. All she could think of was her baby. Wanting to go home and rest, knowing that that would probably help, Cristal was carried home by Ylise and Naxos...caring friends. They layed her on her bed, and watched over her. They chatted a little about where it hurt, and figured stress was the underlying factor. Cristal thought about her busy schedule as of late and vowed to find someone to ease her duties at the Shoppe. She drifted off to sleep not long after...her hands still clutched protectively around her tummy. -------------------------- Message 662 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Oct 28 15:55:23 1996 CST From: Axelle (#9124) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Tantrism IV -- The Closure The shadows crowded around the outside of the tent, encircling it fully. Their glowing red eyes could see through the nylon, and they watched in absolute silence for their leader's word to strike. They watched with narrowed eyes as Axelle instructed her pupils. The Black Magic Tantrism was their order's specialty. She had no right. She was not Anatol. A bolt of red lightning lit up the sky, and booming thunder drowned their ears. The sign! They began chanting softly, gathering energy within themselves. A large red circle formed on the ground around the tent, and within it, crisscrossed beams of a red star. The leader raised his arm and the tent collapsed easily, leaving a crowd of naked people gaping in disbelief. He raised his arm again and a bathing red light enveloped the group. Everyone save Axelle fell down, immobilized. He chuckled at the young defiant Mistress, she knew she could neither use magic or lift a hand against him. The red pentagram that paralyzed the group also affected her. Axelle kept her composure. She looked down at her pupils, most had gone into shock and were dead still. She frowned and looked back at the Black Knights. She pivoted on her heel and gazed at each singly. She recognized them all. The most powerful of the Anatol Order. She was no match for the dozen. Not alone, and definitely not within the neutralizing zone. And suddenly, it began to rain. Soft droplets pelted down on everyone. The shadows looked to their Leader for instruction. Rain would destroy the threads of magic they had weaved to contain the group. The Leader barked out an order and the Knights disbursed. They flew upwards at an alarming rate, their billowing capes dancing about the clouds in a frenzy. The glowing red pentagram turned to ashes, though yet unbroken. Axelle still could not move from the spot in which she stood but her mind searched frantically for a plan of escape. She knew she didn't have long. The Knights could suppress the rain within another twenty minutes. She reached into her bag and pressed a button on a black remote. It was a lucky thing that her Pet had been too consumed with his new toy, to attend the seminar earlier. Out of the bushes suddenly triapsed Yara, the nymph Dragon Rider. She skipped into the circle, oblivious to the group lying still on the ground. She looked at Axelle expectantly, smiling at the puzzled, and yet amazed look in Axelle's eyes. The group started to get up slowly, groggy expressions on their faces. "Grab your belongings! Hurry! We must get away from here quickly!", Axelle commanded. Her eyes darted to the break in the pentagram...skids of ashes caused by Yara's skipping. She took hold of Yara's arm and dragged her away, the group at her heels. Axelle weaved a protective thread around the group, one masking their forms...blending them into the environment. The Knights returned to the site of their pentagram, anger seething. They looked at the scattered ashes, the confusion of footsteps. They looked about, glowing red eyes searching. Axelle and her group finally reached back to the R/T Building, gasping for breath, tired from their escape. They didn't even think to question whether or not Axelle knew what had happened, or if she understood it. All they could really remember was the feel of glowing red eyes upon their flesh. Axelle took Yara by the shoulders and thanked her. Yara looked entiredly befuddled, "Why thank Yara? You call Yara!", she shrieked in an amused voice. Axelle looked in her bag and stared silently at the two black remotes. Nodding, she whispered more to herself, "That I did Yara, that I did". Yara grinned at Axelle then, "Crystals for Yara? Yara good nymph". Axelle chuckled softly, as did the rest of the group. Finally breathing easy. The Knights disappeared into the darkness. They would not give up. Soon, Axelle would be theirs - they would destroy her. And then, they would control all of the most powerful Black Magic in the world. Red eyes scanned every inch of Dixie. Axelle and her pupils each went home. All slept unfitfully that night. Nightmares filled their minds. Dark shadows. It wasn't over. Not nearly. -------------------------- Message 663 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Oct 28 17:08:29 1996 CST From: Uno (#6614) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: [Uno (#6614): Pirates] Date: Mon Oct 28 13:56:48 1996 CST From: Uno (#6614) To: *submariners (#8388) Subject: Pirates Seen posted on a wall in Corals Reach: It has come to the attention of the Trirumvirate that a group of renegade submariners have organised in our seas. They call themselves "Pirates". The three known pirates as of today are Nukem, Demon and Bull Frog. The Trirumvirate would like to make it clear that they are in no way grouped with or keeping these pirates under their protection. This small group will be taken care of accordingly, and any aggression will not be tolerated. -------------------------- Message 664 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Oct 31 21:54:55 1996 CST From: Yggidrasil (#10625) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Valley Kisanth veered off curiously he'd just found a place to land in a forest near Morlith. Continually he tried to get Yggy there, each time something new drawing him away. Just when Kisanth was about to sleep, in comes Yggy saying he's bored and wanting to see it. Kisanth thought to himself how sometimes Yggy was much too much like a child, chuckled to himself, and decided to check out the valley finally. They arrived at Ridge first, Kisanth ratther pestered that due to his size he could not explore. Yggy calmed him, and stepped downward. What he then was amazed him, a place untouched by man for ages, it was beautiful, a lake, forests as far as he could see he laughed playing in the grass. Rushing back he further explored, wanting to make sure Kisanth didn't get bored they took to the skies. Again shocked, Yggy found an old village, getting the right authorities a trasport point was set up to travel there. He continued to explore, a beatfuil village, with shops, a hall for meetings, a stable, and all sorts of animals. He danced and frolicked, wanting others to come, eventaully he saw some people Ylise and Morgoth, they were so happy. He chuckled remember his friend the packrat on morlith, this was a much better place for that little one he thought. Tired, he went to find Kisanth, who'd been flying around and found a strange stone building. Insisting Yggy see what was inside picked him up and took him there. When Yggy entered he was struck with such happiness, that he fell to his knees and cried tears of joy, he'd found his dream, his forge, he knew this was his destiny. He looked around thinking to himself, if he wanted to work here, he'd need a house, he'd befriended that nice guy from the masoners guild, perhaps... He yawned tiredly, moved to sit on Kisanth back, and feel asleep, thinking of what he'd do tomorrow, everyone had to know about this place, children, and families would move back here and enjoy it he thought. Smiling to himself he fell into bed, and faded into the aether. -------------------------- Message 665 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Nov 1 13:59:32 1996 CST From: Naxos (#9972) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: events in Austin Rumor is there was a series of break ins in Austin, the loud cries of woman coming from the Open Market, god knows what monster prowls the night, but the mad cackling on insanity filled the air late night of tuesday. -------------------------- Message 666 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Nov 2 17:36:56 1996 CST From: Red-Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A new soulbonding While roaming the newly discovered forest in the Valley, Red hears a distant howling calling to his heart. After walking a few yards he stopped staring at a beautiful she-wolf, they stood locked in a gaze for what seemed hours.. Red's heart raced back to old memorys and he felt the kinship with this wolf. It was something he's never felt before but a bond formed tightly between the two souls and they understood one another.. She was here to help him with some unseen future and he would help and protect her too.. A new love was born and out of it would come a powerful and unique friendship. Red Fang Beastmaster and friend of She-wolf Nenana -------------------------- Message 667 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Nov 2 17:44:52 1996 CST From: Anasi (#10706) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Awakening Anasi arrived at the ghostwheel he stood, staring at Lilith, remember his promise he walked quickly towards the ship. He thought to himself, of the evil which he had gotten rid of, a new land new people, new evil who must be punished. Ahh he remembered the crones words, they rung true how ignorance was the enemy, let the people now learn what they had forgotten. He was going to like it here, Lilith at his side chittered eagerly, agreeing with him, he smiled and headed for the r/t building. -------------------------- Message 668 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Nov 3 04:37:28 1996 CST From: Dexter (#14882) To: *Storylines (#5236) It has been nearly a week since Dexter has seen Cammie. Having spent the greater part of this time in his office on various projects, working through the new year and christmas, he felt a little down. The only person who gave him a link to this time. To the wastelands and the places around it. With a deep sigh, he started again at his work, hoping it would get his mind off her absence. -------------------------- Message 669 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Nov 3 07:25:40 1996 CST From: Akane (#14270) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Spellsong -- Part 1 "The days were getting longer it seems.." thought Akane, his hands trembling as he barely managed to sip his tea. First, Rathe and him were having some fun with some simple illusions, but suddenly, out of nowhere, a fabric os space/time distorted, and a person leapt through it... =*~I am the Sensei~*= the voice said, and Akane's eyes widened at the sight of him.. The old man was still lithe, with a medium build, and his customary katana was by his side, its handle glowing a faint green.. Akane thought to himself, ~This isn't your sensei Akane... he died when his place caught fire...~ bu Akane still looked at the Sensei.. Akane barely whispered.. "Sen...sen..sensei?" and The Sensei just stared at the occupants of the room.. This young lad by the name of 'Splint' started asking the Sensei questions, and the Sensei did not like being asked questions.. He told Splint to "Cease child, what I do is of no concern to you," which only angered Splint, and as he rushed at The Sensei, wielding a staff, The sensei easily parried, and threw Splint against the wall... as he smirked silently as Splint slumped to the ground. Rathe then was about to cast a spell on the Sensei, but the Sensei glare Rathe down, "You have much to learn Seeker.. back down." and Rathe backed down... Akane tried to reason with the Sensei, but to no avail, because the Sensei had changed severly... Finally, Akane sighed, "I hate to have to do this to thine own Sensei," and he drew Spellsong, the staff humming faintly, The Sensei glared at Akane, "You dare to use my own weapon against me? I gave you that staff, and I'll be damned if you are to hurt me with it, so you back down as well Spellsinger." and Akane sheathed Spellsong... Suddenly, Rathe drew his rapier, and lunged at the Sensei , and Akane gasped as The Sensei brought the blade down into Rathes' head.. but something was wrong.. Rathes image only flickered as the Katana went through.. And the Sensei turned and saw the Real Rathe, and was getting ready to lunge at him, but Akane ran behind him, placing a hand on the Sensei's shoulder, and the sensei screamed in writhing pain as the spell took its' hold, causing the sensei to fall unconscious.. Akane looked at what he had done, and it took all his strength from letting a tear fall... Rathe looked at Akane, and he nodded silently, and Rathe brought a conjuredup spike down into the Sensei's chest, making his disentigrate into nothingness... and Rathe fell to the ground, unconscious as the spell did work, but he attacked a pure essence being... Akane got into a meditative trance, and began to chant a small spell under his breath.. and A beam of light enclosed Rathe, colors beginning to swirl in the light beam, as Rathe was healed of all wounds, his energy flowing back into him, and when the spell was finished, Akane slumped against the wall... knowing truly in his heart, he had betrayed his sensei...... Akane sighed silently, nearly dropping the tea as he left for home... and when he got home, he got into bed.. not knowing what the next day might bring... [To be continued..] OOC: I would like to thank all who participated and are participating in this little creation of mine. I appreciate it. -------------------------- Message 670 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Nov 3 11:26:36 1996 CST From: Baltisaar (#10734) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *mages (#11664) Subject: The wanderings of the mind and soul... It was a cold January morning, and Baltisaar needed time to think, after all that had happened these last several days. The move, the studies which had revealed a new thought in learning magic, the possibility of becoming a father and a husband... It had overwhelmed his young mind. 'So many things to do..', he thought, 'And so little time to do them in... It is time... My time... No... _Our_ time...', he looks back through the loft door as he thinks this, to the slumbering form in the bed. He turns back again to look at the waterfall in the distance, its beauty and elemental purity helping him to order his thoughts. 'Magic in this place has grown stagnant. It is time for a change... I will make this change... For me... ', looking back yet again at Lovinia, 'And those to come...' He reenters the loft, then sits down upon the bed. Getting parchment and pen, he writes a note to Morrigan, his teacher Dearest Teacher and Friend, I feel a need to write to you to describe changes that I feel... And needs that I must take care of... I feel a need to travel, and journey... To learn all that I can, in the little time I have upon this orb... To become a journeyman. I crave to see the rest of this place that I call home, and to learn from everyone that I meet... Maybe that is the Basque in me? I do not know... I hope you can understand this need... And that I can continue to call you friend, and when my travels are done, and I have found what I seek... That I may yet again call you teacher... Or maybe even feel as the equal that you have always stated that _all_ mages are... If I should become a Magister in that time, that is... Be well, Morrigan... And give my love to Lady Tadewi and your child... I have yet to meet the newest member of your family, but I would like to sometime... Sincerly, Baltisaar Cordath He rolls the parchment, and stands. Exiting quietly, he heads for the wastes... -------------------------- Message 671 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Nov 3 13:21:20 1996 CST From: Smoke (#11265) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: madness and love Smoke awoke, the pain from her head embracing her entire body. The blood from the wound of the Kzins sledge hammer had long dried, no telling how long she had been sleeping. Turning, trying to move in spite of the restraints that Kzin had tied tightly around her wrist and ankles, the memories of the night flooded in.... Kzin accusing her, calling her a liar, his eyes dark and full of madness. Demanding to see the brand of Saben, his fingers like ice as they danced over the healing burn of the cat paw, Kzin vowing to destroy anyone who came between them, telling her he would never let Hawkeye out of prison, not till she succumbed to the love he had for her, till she was his and his only..... -------------------------- Message 672 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Nov 3 13:56:51 1996 CST From: HawkEye (#13678) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Death Kilmore watched the screen as they saw Hawkeye beaten to a bloody pulp by the Mage who calls himself Pendulum, and the blasted Tech named Cheetah... "Them fools capture our Bionic! we can't let our secrets get out!.. initiate Self-Destruct on my mark." The other scientists nodded hastily, and checked over Hawkeye's Screen.. [Meanwhile, Under Da sea, in a dumb cell] Hawkeye laughed as he looked into the retinal scanner.. **Access denied** it bleeped, and Hawkeye laughed as it looked over his eyes. He smacked it, and smiled into the Camera, "hey whoevers watching!" he laughed, and spat at the screen and the retinal scanner.. All the sudden, he got a message via neural chip, from Kilmor. ---------------------------[You have 1 neural message]------- Subject: Hawkeye WE (the people of kilmor, have decided to use the self-destruct mechanism on you, since you are in captivity. say farwell to whoever is next to you, for your gonna be destroyed, and sent to your real home. [End Message]--------------------------------------------------------- Hawkeye grinned, and waited for the thing to occur.. he couldn't wait to see Smoke again. After he got sent back home of course.. "I'll have my revenge.. soo..." and the explosion hit HawkEye, his brain matter splattering all over the walls and destroying the simple cage... His body disentigrated, and he was processed again, at his home. [The end] OOC: got this approved by a wiz ;) =*^_^*= HawkEye -------------------------- Message 673 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Nov 3 14:12:49 1996 CST From: Tadewi (#3791) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *Beastmasters (#6961) Subject: Dreams... Tadewi blinked, sitting bolt upright in the bed. Morrigan stirred slightly and she watched him a moment, scared she might have woken him in the dead of the night. His breathing never changed and he continued to sleep undisturbed. With a small sigh of relief, Tadewi drew the sheets back and rose from the bed. The nursery was quiet, even Joline was sleeping. That meant Morwen was all right. Tadewi rubbed her eyes, wishing she could spend Morwen's nap time doing the same. But not lately, these strange dreams had begun to haunt her sleep. Dreams of the Ghostwheel and a shimmering white mare. They were so vivid she remembered each and every one of them to the most minut detail. It consumed her every thought as her waking time passed. Morrigan and Joline were both worried for her, she had hardly eaten lately, losing most of the weight she had gained while carrying Morwen way too quickly. They didn't understand, though, something was calling to her, drawing her away from the Tower... Tadewi knew she would have to go soon, lest these strange feelings drive her insane first. -------------------------- Message 674 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Nov 3 15:46:46 1996 CST From: Salome (#10655) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *submariners (#8388) Salome winced slightly as the medication was injected into her arm. This would help the baby, she thought.... Sylph had told her without it, the child would not develop gills or necesary things needed to become a Mariner like herself, and her love. Naxos stood near... holding her hand throughout... smiling happy.... making her feel wonderful even through the strange feeling of the gun's coldness. "Our child, " she thought to herself.... "I will be a mother." Her smile grew, a flood of happiness moving all through her body. What grew inside of her was special. It seemed as if all her problems were slowly fading away. This was a step farther away from her past... No longer was she so worried or frightened. Instead, she was at peace. This was her home.. Naxos her love... And this child her own. Salome smiled. -------------------------- Message 675 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Nov 4 00:01:52 1996 CST From: Nierika (#8571) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *Beastmasters (#6961) Subject: New World Nierika followed the trappers quietly, moving with the shadows. She saw them hoist the cages onto a big structure. She saw Bhagheera ans Jukissta sprawled out as if in death. A pain wrenched in her heart. She could feel that her friends were still alive. She could also smell their fear. They did not want to be here and she needed to help them. She sniffed at the air, and identified a handful of the other animals she had grown to know in the jungle. A soft rumbling noise erupted from her throat just then. The animals' ears perked up. They looked around and sniffed for her. Another rumble silenced them. She needed surprise on her side for when she would attack. She found an old crate and crawled into it. Weary, she needed rest. She would free them come morning, hoping that she had until then, at least. -------------------------- Message 676 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Nov 4 00:19:31 1996 CST From: Nigel (#7159) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *Beastmasters (#6961) Subject: Paths Nigel waited amongst the crowd in the terminal. His size, his strangeness set him alone in the throng. He wondered if he was wise in giving up what he had for a rumor. No one had seen or heard of a Mngwa in more years than mattered, and even then there was some question as to whether they were ever more than just a legend. But he had to be sure. And if the rumors were right, he had to find the creature and free it...return it home. Dakirion wouldn't have this one. He glanced at the clock in the terminal. The poachers had at least three weeks on him. But they were forced to transport the animal by sea. He would fly. He would make it in time. -------------------------- Message 677 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Nov 4 02:58:27 1996 CST From: Ysruel (#10660) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Death is really just another trip to a place you've never been. Sruli chuckled to himself, "her mousey mousey, as he liad down the cheese traps around the sewer, he knew he was close, and soon he'd have his chainsaw again! Aha! he thought, thatt silly mouse in the blue jump suit had out witted him ever since he was reincarnated in the wasteland, but this time he'd win, oh yes! As he left his trpas he found a trail of crystals, he followed it thru the depths of new Vertiform city. He noticed his fingers in his skin was peeling, and that every once and a while he coughed up blood, ahh that damn illuminati must have poisoned his dinner, but he was smart he'd just wing it back on that eagle again and be back to have his revenge! He stumbled, and fell face first into a wal, inching his way up it he noticed the sign 'NUCLEAR REACTOR' under it it was written in spanish, danger radiation. Being the natural genius, he felt this was a sign to make unsuspecting travelers go awya, and was most likely an illuminati store house! Sruli continued to walk, dropping bits of flesh, and goo as his radiation sickness got worse, an eyeball popped out, and his eyes played tricks on him, he saw a bright green light and insde was the mouse with the chainsaw, he neared her, them not realzing he was standing dead inside of the reactor, his atoms scattered across the univrses Sruli had a hell of a time talking to the eagle, he had a nice cup of tea, and right when he thought he was going hoome, the eagle took him past morlith to a distant horizon, and his final rest began. OOC Note : We'll it's been a blast but due to RL experience I must be leaving, I wish you all a happy RPing, and remember do not taunt happy fun ball. -------------------------- Message 678 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Nov 4 13:58:10 1996 CST From: Avolent (#16572) To: *Beastmasters (#6961) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The drive found Avolent awoke from her dreaming. Confused and rather disoriented. She had only come to this new land the night before, quickly making herself a simple abode before she gave into the nagging pull of exhaustion. Her dreams that night were filled with strange occurences. A leopard, beautiful and magestic, with deep black eyes had followed her through her dream. She had met him first in a place she knew not of. But he watched her, and came to her, her own eyes unable to pull away from his magestic beauty. Something pulled her then from her rousing sleep... A want. It was here she found her confusion, as she scrambled out her bed, a slight throbbing in her head. She followed an instinctual path... not knowing where she was exactly headed. She came to the place that she did not know of, the drive intense in that spot. Suddenly the leopard she saw within her dreams came to her. Out of the grayest mist, it came... finding her. She was not scared by the creatures' size as it padded closer to her. She smiled.... knowing his name from the start.... "You found me Lysander.. No longer just a dream.." Lysander walked close to her, his tail flipping and moving back and fourth. Her hand moving to slowly stroke his fur, as they made their way back to parts more known. -------------------------- Message 679 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Nov 5 15:58:47 1996 CST From: Akane (#14270) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Another dull day, another few insults Akane walked down the Jizo beach quietly, drinking some of his herbal tea, when he met with two people. one, The 'Beastmaster' Anansi, and one stranger, who seemed to be attacking a mini-rex. I dispatched with the mini-rex, It seems Anasni and the girl did not seem to pleased. "why did you attack a mini-rex?" the girl asked "And why are you so narcissitic" said Anansi. Akane kept to himself, and answered the questions without a thought.. but after he left, angered churned inside him "bah. Anansi thinks I am the evil guy eh? he goes around drinking humans blood.." he thought, and killed another mini-rex, just for the hell of it. He went to the lounge, and skimmed through his book, drinking his tea idly. -------------------------- Message 680 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Nov 5 16:14:45 1996 CST From: Lyetra (#16541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Lyetra Caelon woke feeling fresh. It was nice to have a real bed, a real roof, a real place to be. Sitting on her bed, brushing her tangled red hair, she pondered her options for the day. HAving decided to become more acquainted with the quarterstaff she hadn't truly used in a while, she set out for a walk on Jizo. After wandering about, dispatching raptors (and one in particular), she looked up from her efforts to see two gentlemen standing before her. One called Anansi, and one called Akane. Akane seemed kind enough at first, but Etra's pleasure turned sour when he attacked the small rex that had been there all along. He healed her small wounds after that, but something seemed wrong. Etra and Anansi talked for a while, while Akane smirked. Suddenly, Lyetra was being attacked by a mini-raptor; she was completely unprepared, but Akane smnugly destroyed it. With a joking air, Etra poked fun at the way Akane was so pleased with his win. All joking went out of the situation when Akane seemed to take offense. Sarcasm and insults flew, and as Akane walked down the beach to wipe out some rexes (for the fun of it this time, she knew by his pleased shouts form down the beach), Lyetra wondered at the place where she had finally been able to set down roots. -------------------------- Message 681 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Nov 5 18:05:39 1996 CST From: Theseus (#3746) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Information Broker seeks sources Hello, my name is Theseus. I am an Information Broker, dealing in all types of information. I am looking to buy information, as well as sell it. If you have information you feel is worth something, come by the DarkReach library if you are a mage or ring me with your comm. I do hire freelancers to acquire information for me. Thank you for your attention, Theseus -------------------------- Message 682 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Nov 5 19:08:47 1996 CST From: Alluvia (#12737) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Seen again Alluvia woke up to her son's crying. He had apparently awoken that morn, hungry as a growing baby always is. Her eyes drifted open, and she saw the light of the sun radiating in the room. She turned to the sound of her son, the cradle he laid in she saw..it's wooden shape carved with two dragons on the side.... Alluvia blinked twice... thinking perhaps she was still dreaming.. Her body jerked upwards, in a shock, and she ran over to the cradle she saw, the cry no longer her only guide. She saw into the cradle, the child wrapped within the blankets...but still visible. his curly auburn locks showing... she pulled the blanket away from him, uncovering his face... It was slightly red from his crying and agitation at not being fed. Her own hand trembled as she drew the blanket back, gazing into her son's eyes... blaue... still new and undecided... "I... I must be dreaming.... This cannot be..." Alluvia's head shook, befuddled and confused.... Her gaze fell on her own hand, moving the fingers slowly, then turning back to the child. Her hands fell over him.. picking him up in her arms, craddling him tightly, rocking his tears away, her own falling.. falling with joy... "You are so beautiful... So very beautiful...My son.... Etan... " Before, she had not known what to name him.... unsure what would be so fitting. As she rocked him, moving to the bed to rest him against her to feed, she smiled. This was not a dream... He was in her arms... resting against her breast. Her battle with the darkness was finally over. Alluvia was blind no longer. -------------------------- Message 683 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Nov 5 22:20:09 1996 CST From: Theseus (#3746) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Seeking Information Theseus, local Information Broker here again. I have gotten tons of offers for information, here's what I'm looking for: At this moment, I'm looking for maps. Highly detailed maps of: Morlith The contents of the wasteland (a map, not a list) Toosay Austin New Genesis When cities have buildings, I'm looking for the layouts of multi-room buildings as well when I talk about maps of the cities. Finally, I am currently looking for information about a covert group called the Black Coven, as well as information about the druids. Comm, write or see me at DarkReach. Theseus -------------------------- Message 684 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Nov 5 22:23:21 1996 CST From: Theseus (#3746) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: addendum I forgot to also say that I'm looking for information on the Tech Order, and will of course pay those who provide quality information well. Thes. -------------------------- Message 685 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Nov 6 08:20:38 1996 CST From: Myst (#13170) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A voice from the past Mount on Daan'yrrli's back, Myst spotted a rather peculiar constellation in the night sky as Daan winged it to the R/T building. She remembered it from her days in her village so long ago... It was the constellation of Gheran, the Lonely Warrior. It was supposed to be a sign of coming battle and conflict. Myst frowned slightly. Was this a call from above, or had she simply not noticed the constellation there before? She paid it no heed, until tempers flared in the Round Room, between Red-Fang and Morrigan, over silly accusations of evil-doing on both parts. Perhaps it WAS a sign? She assumed a meditative posture, humming softly to herself in her Tribal tongue, then she uttered words of prayer, asking the gods for another sign. Legs curled up underneath her, sword in lap, Myst got that sign. A huge shimmering portal appeared shortly after, stayed a while, and then left just as suddenly. They had answered her call. Myst strode out of the Round Room, set on completing the rest of what was required of her, when she noticed Devon following her. How silly of her to have forgotten about him. She had simply gotten up and left, almost expecting everyone to know her reason. Sometimes she forgot that others knew nothing or very little of her culture. She told Devon that she had to go and do a little soul-searching, and would be back soon. They parted way and Myst walked off into the wastes, seeing Gheran once more as she stepped out from under the overhang on the sandlock. The call was out once more... -------------------------- Message 686 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Nov 6 15:46:09 1996 CST From: Cristal (#7366) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Worries Cristal sat down with the the rich fabric strewn over her lap, and began to cut out the pattern she had designed. The Morrigan had made a tall order...It would be days before she could rest again. Her brow furrowed softly as she thought of the Magister. He definitely had not been himself lately, and his visit the night before had only caused more worry to fester inside her. Red-Fang had told her that The Morrigan had indeed, crossed to the other side -- choosing evil as his guide. She sighed loudly wondering what was going on. Morrigan no longer exuded the warmth he had in previous times, his smile was rare to grace his lips now. Red-Fang had not been lying to her -- she knew this. She had come to know and understand Red so well over the years. He was like a brother to her, and she trusted him, like she trusted Moonheart. They were her first family. She thought of the Magister again, how haggard and tired he looked. She decided that the best thing to do was to find her sister, Tadewi, and to talk to her. Walking over to her chest, she carefully took the bracers out from hiding. Rapping them, she called for Morrigu...to seek guidance and to discuss. Morrigan wanted the bracers back. She sat on the floor and told her worry to the Goddess. No, he would not get them -- not until she knew for certain that he was pure of heart. There was too much evil in this world -- too much power with those who did not deserve it. The rich fabric grew cold on her worktable, forgotten for the moment. -------------------------- Message 687 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Nov 6 18:06:00 1996 CST From: Axelle (#9124) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Victory Axelle left DarkReach as the sun began to rise, reaching across the earth in soft tendrils of gold and copper. Though she had been up all night, her body was full of energy - her little session with Theseus had been invigorating. It felt good to teach again. She contemplated holding more seminars...And now that she could take on students...she could possibly find a protege or two. Smiling to herself, she adjusted her backpack on her shoulder. The night had brought many things. She was now Magistra. The sky around her grew dark for a moment and a sudden wind whipped her hair about her face. Axelle stopped dead in her tracks just then, her green eyes flashing brillantly. Weaving a protective thread about herself, she readied herself for the attack she knew was coming. Chanting softly, she coiled the energy around inside her sternum, deftly guiding each thread. Anatol's Knights surrounded her in circle formation with the blink of an eye. She knew they would be back - she was ready. The leader addressed her sharply, she could hear the feeling of victory his voice. A chorus of chanting echoed across the Wasteland, and bright red eyes glowed in the darkness. Each wanted his turn at her, she felt this...and that precisely is what she wanted. To fight all of them at once would be a strain on her power. Even with Theseus' remnants of energy within her, a full-out battle might kill her. And so, releasing the spell she had been been conjuring, a bright circle fused on the ground around her. Within it, she stood, at the centre of its pentagram. Only one would be able to enter at a time. They rushed at her when they realized what she was doing. Needless to say, all were rejected by her mark, save one. She released her energy within the circle, and as each Knight entered, his form slowly melted, unable to strike at her. , she thought. Their passion to destroy her had clouded their reasoning. They still saw her as her father's apprentice, and not the skilled witch she had grown to become. Then at last, it was only her and the Leader. The sky around her had brightened somewhat, the taint of Anatol's servant Knights was almost gone. It was only her and Zameth left, the feared monarch of Anatol her adversary. His scratchy voice boomed in the desert air, taunting her...cajoling her to come out from her protective barrier. She knew that he was far more skilled than the Knights and would not attack so hastily...and he would brace himself so as to be defensive against her spell. She also knew that he was more than a match for her. He was the epitome of ruthless black magic himself. An idea formed in her mind. And suddenly, she knew what she was to do. She pulled all of her energy back into her body, whirlwind of purplish light. Zameth cackled and called her a fool, but before the words could fully part his lips, she attacked him through Hydroblast, a Mage spell which her former teacher, Damien, had taught her. Over and over, she called upon the element to weaken her opponent. Unfamiliar with such a force, he knew not how to react. And then, when he had fallen to his knees, she released the energy from within her, like a giant twister around his body. His form began to melt, now too weak to neutralize her threads. Her eyes glowed so brightly at that moment, and she guided the energy back inside her -- Zameth's power was now hers. Victory! She fell to her knees then, the shifting sands quickly erasing the commotion that had happened only moments before. Her energies were busy inside her, breaking down Zameth's energies and adding them to her own. The mind energies brought her knowledge. The physical, electric energies brought her more strength. The soul energies tainted her, however...Anatol's leader had harboured a great deal of hatred, and this evil infested her like a plague. She lied there for a long time, as the sky brightened to a glorious blue and the sunlight shone down and kissed her skin so warm. This was a new beginning it seemed. -------------------------- Message 688 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Nov 7 01:06:31 1996 CST From: Nierika (#8571) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *Beastmasters (#6961) Subject: Reunion Nierika ventured back to the strange structure where she seemed to encounter most humans, stopping first to see if Bhagheera was all right. She entered a room full of people, curious and playful. It was then that she met Nigel, and felt an instant affinity to him. Nudging him, she beckoned him to follow her back to the crate, hoping that he could some- how help her to free her friend. It wasn't long before Bhagheera bounded free. Nierika was estatic. With all her biting and clawing at the crate, she couldn't have freed the panther alone. Happily, she rumbled to Bhagheera. The two of them pledged to befriend the human. He was good. Hungry, Nierika and Bhagheera rushed off to hunt, side by side again. -------------------------- Message 689 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Nov 7 01:18:04 1996 CST From: Nigel (#7159) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *Beastmasters (#6961) Subject: Diversion It was a curious turn of events. Nigel had come to free one cat, and ended up freeing another. A black panther from South America. A handsome beast, though Nigel didn't take time to examine it closely. The odd wild girl had led him to it. He had trouble understanding her at first, but he was glad he had followed her. No such beast deserved to be caged. Now it was a matter of days before his true purpose would be realized. He was ready. He had scoped out the docks where the ship would arrived and retreated to the neutral safety of the R/T Complex to await his chance. This time, Dakirion would be on the losing end. -------------------------- Message 690 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Nov 7 20:34:29 1996 CST From: Lafeyette (#15378) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: initiation Jacques Lafeyette looked out the viewports as his ground effect vehicle neared the R/T complex, a place that he had visited many times before. This time, it was different. He could sense it, a faint stirring in the back of his mind but he knew it was there, something powerful yet...peaceful. The thrusters soon touched the ground and he walked slowly out of the cargo hatch, walking with a confident stride to the elevator which would take him to the Round Room. It was there that he saw him. Obviously a mage from the power he could feel but there was something else. This inner peace, it was truly the mark of an accomplished Druid. They talked for several minutes before they were joined by several other Podara and soon found themselves walking through a portal to.. Eldorath, the great tree of the wastelands. It was truly a magnificent sight even though Jacques had been there before but it amazed him nonetheless. They talked and it wasn't long before they had ventured to the very roots of the enormous tree. The harsh wasteland winds were stinging, constantly blowing grains of sand everywhere but nobody seemed to mind. They were here for one purpose and one purpose only, to be accepted by Gaia, Mother Earth Herself. The ritual was surprisingly short for something of such importance but it was nowhere near easy. Tremendous force of will was needed for the tests and pledges expected of each student but in the end, they had all conquered, gaining the acceptance of Gaia. It was truly a momentous occasion for the little group, especially for the one who was called "Lovinia" for she had been shown a great honor from Gaia Herself. Rejoicing quickly, the gathering dispersed, everyone making their way back home. Jacques thought to himself as he made the long journey home. This was quite a momentous day for me, I have been accepted by Gaia and if that is not honor enough, I now have this magnificent staff of maple. It brings me joy that I can still have such adventure after all these years... Jacques Lafeyette let his thoughts wander, after all, the physical challenges not to mention the mental ones had taken quite a toll on his aging body and he was understandably feeling a bit light headed. He wandered on, helping himself along with his gnarled staff and making his way back home... -------------------------- Message 691 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Nov 7 21:48:38 1996 CST From: Rathe (#14172) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A strange eve.. Rathe trudged through the wastes, slowly making his way to the Real/Time building. The entire thing had been, in a word, bizzare. Morpheus had told him he needed to seek the place of Embryon and Balth's deaths. He had led Morpheus towards the tower, Lyrn accompanying them, when Morpheus suddenly stopped dead, kneeling to the ground. A ripple of purple energy arced from the ground to Morpheus' hands, and he nodded. "This is the place.". Rathe shuddered involuntarily. He energy had been a mix of light and dark, evil and good, so complex.. He shook his head. Morpheus had gone into convulsions then. The energy increased twofold, and the air itself seemed tinged with Magick. A black Dragon rose from the sands, Perching in the air to crane it's neck at Morpheus. It did nothing, and Rathe could only watch Morpheus continue convulsing as A second form rose from the sands: A dragon with scales of pure white. The dragons did battle for a short period, pools of what could be blood, pure in it's color, black and white, for each. The battle had suddenly come to a stop, as a new form rose from the sands: A black creature, dark in the shape of a raven.. "So this was the creature Morpheus referred to." He thought, watching it warily. Suddenly, energy flew from The black dragon's body, turning into pure energy, encompassing Morpheus and filling his eyes with some unknown energy. The voice of the Raven had boomed. "YOU NOW HAVE THE GIFT, NOW YOU MUST PAY THE PRICE." The Raven's body turned to pure energy as well, flowing into Morpheus' eye sockets, destroying his eyes. The radiance faded, and the Raven was gone. Rathe shook his head, watching the Real/Time building come up in the distance.. It was amazing. Morpheus said his sight was not destroyed.. he could see better.. See the past, the future.. Everything. (He is a Seer) Rathe thought. (He has become a forteller, given the gift of infinite sight.). Rathe stepped through the hangar doors, into the safety of Real/Time. He looked around, and wondered what the world must look like through Morpheus' eyes... -------------------------- Message 692 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Nov 7 23:29:45 1996 CST From: Nigel (#7159) To: *Beastmasters (#6961) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Purpose The ship came in at night. That was good. Nigel liked the night, it would make his job easier. Dakirion had sent a truck ahead. Two men in the truck, four from the ship to help unload the cage. There were perimeter guards, but Nigel had silenced them easily. Still, a direct confrontation was out of the question. Nigel dropped from his place of concealment and waeved through the maze of boxes on the docks, until he neared the cage and the men who guarded it. It was covered in a tarp, the beast inside hidden from view. Nigel watched silently as the men manhandled it onto the truck. Now...all that was needed was proof... Nigel smiled. One of the drivers lept up to the truck0bed and lifted up the tarp. The beast inside growled fiercely and lunged against the bars, rattling the cage. It was a cat. A large one, with fur as grey as smoke. A Mngwa. It was time. Nigel thumbed the ends off a couple of canisters he had carried with him and lobbed them gently towards the truck. In seconds the area was flooded with thick, greasy smoke and the men were shouting, confused by the sudden attack. Nigel was already in motion. He drew a short throwing knife and lunged towards the truck, throwing the knife in an underhanded motion at the man standing atop the bed. It hit the man in the shoulder, and he toppled from the truck bed as Nigel rushed towards the open cab. With luck...yes, the keys were still in the ignition. Nigel smiled and started the truck. The men recovered rapidly, but it was already too late. Some gunfire sounded behind the truck as Nigel drove off, but no damage was done. In a matter of minutes, Nigel had evaded any chances of pursuit entirely. He stopped the truck, got out and went around to the back. The animal was nervous and growled low in its throat as Nigel bent down to look at it. At her...up close he could tell the Mngwa was female. `Easy girl,' he spoke, his voice a soothing rumble. 'you're free now.' Nigel pulled a crowbar from his backpack and snapped the lock on the cage. The Mngwa padded out of the cage, and sniffed Nigel warily. Then she rumbled softly, deep in her throat and nuzzled him playfully on the shoulder. Nigel smiled, and stood. `Yes...we understand each other.' Looking about he frowned a bit. 'I think it best we leave here. They'll find this truck soon enough.' Nigel lowered himself from the truck and disappeared into the city streets. The Mngwa, as silent as a phantom, leaped down from the truck and padded after him. -------------------------- Message 693 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Nov 7 23:42:30 1996 CST From: Memorie (#16575) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Search Memorie Jaipur dropped her bag and looked around, then beconed to the porters to set the crate down carefully. They did, wary of the rumbling growl that seemed to answer the amazon's voice. She simply said, "Go." and turned from them, seeming to be used to her orders carried out without question. She bent slightly, quickly unlatching the door of the huge crate, opening it with a soft, throaty purr.. Padding silently and calmly, out came the huge male, a white Royal Bengal tiger. He blinked his large blue eyes in the change of light and rumbling deeply rubbed against Memories side. Neither woman nor tiger noticed the quick departure of the porters as she kneeled at his side, her hands and experienced eyes running over his powerful body. She hugged him warmly, inhaling his scent as she gazed, lost for a moment in his eyes. The woman murmured softly, "Now we search for the female. You will not be the last of your species if she truley exists as was reported." People gave a wide berth as the tall woman walked from the terminal, her soulfriend padding silently at her side. -------------------------- Message 694 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Nov 8 01:27:27 1996 CST From: Lovinia (#10869) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Gaia's Gift Going to the R/T Library to research 'HandFasting,' Lovinia came upon her teacher, Milamber talking with two men she did not know in the Round Room. Waiting silently for his acknowledgment of her, she listened to the conversation. Milamber turned and greeted her, then asked her if she would accompany them to the Great Tree. Milamber created a portal, taking them through to the branches of Eldorath. There he answered the questions of Hannibal and Lafayette. Then turning, he asked her if she were ready, had prepared herself for her Initiation. She answered, "Oui, Master." as excitment coursed through her. Milamber took them to the base of the trees and as they stood among its' living roots, she pledged herself with her being to Gaia. She offered herself to the Tree, and fell among its' roots to be reborn. Standing before Milamber with the others as he reached down and brought forth one at a time a staff for each of them, greeting them in Gaia's name and Eldoraths. Then he stooped down a final time, his exhaustion apparent to all, and brought forth another staff.. hers, yet he hesitated and gasped, saying that she had been given honor and a fortunate gift, the staff, not the maple of a Podara but the birch staff of a Dorasa. Her joy of her initiation turned to surprise as she recieved the staff into her hands amid the congratulations of her fellow Initiates.she stood stunned, her hand reaching to the Great Tree, thanking it and Gaia for this honor, then led Hannibal back to the R/T Tower, then on home. She fell across her bed, exausted and a bit weak from her experince, her new staff craddled in her arms. She woke hours later at Baltisaar's touch, smiling she looked down at her staff and began to tell him of her day... -------------------------- Message 695 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Nov 8 09:21:08 1996 CST From: Yjezra (#5288) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Sorrow Turned Yjezra was in the Living Caverns talking with Kahlan about what little he remembered of Aeyrie life as a child, when a heart wrenching creel came from one of the caverns. She and Kahlan ran to Antares to see Veme'rathdros creeling her sorrow, her eyes whirling a dull black, her scales dull as she lay nearly on her side, her great head laying on the small bed, listless. Shocked, they stared at her in her misery. Kahlan asked Yjezra what had happened, she could see him shudder with each mournful creel from the dragon. She quietly explained that Veme's rider had recently died the true death, leaving her a newly soulbonded dragon without her rider. Kahlan moved to the dragon's side and laid a gentle hand on her side, his eyes sad, tears running down his face, when there was a flicker of a lighter grey and gold in the hatchlings whirling eyes and they slowed, her head swinging toward his voice. Kahlan spoke to the hatchling soothingly and Veme turned more toward his gentle voice and tender demeanor. Yjezra stood to the side and watched, hope dawning in her grieving heart for she too had loved Sruli/Ysruel. Yjezra moved to the dragon cot and sat, watching the grieving dragon and the young man. Kahlan continued to murmur to Veme, his hands carressing her neck, his tears still flowing freely as he leaned his head against her. Gradually the amethyst hatchling turned to her belly, the hatchling lifted her head, turning toward Kahlan and she dropped her head gently over his shoulder. Yjezra caught sight of her eyes, the whirling black slowed, color interminged only a bit before Veme closed her eyes, her creels nearly silenced. She quietly left them there, walking out into the Living Cavern, sighing and wrapping her arms tight around herself hoping that the young man might help to heal Veme and maybe she could help heal him also. It hurt to much when one of the great creatures fell. -------------------------- Message 696 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Nov 8 15:27:30 1996 CST From: Tazzia (#15544) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Pools Tazzia boarded a shuttle for Jizo Island, having become quite enamored with its natural beauty. Admiring the sleek craft, she again pondered flight - how good it would feel to be able to soar through the clouds. She had been extremely restless of late, and wondered if taking up the merc's offer, was the answer. She needed something to do! Life felt like it was passing her by...like she had no direction anymore. She wandered up to the cockpit and chatted with the pilot briefly, looking out over the water through the craft's windshield. When she got to Jizo, she wandered around a bit, a little more familiar with the island now. She revisited the places she had enjoyed with Thad and Cornelius, skipping pebbles...dipping her toes into the hot pools. Somehow, the experiences seemed empty now. In a long moment of intro- spection, she realized that she missed their company. Thad wasn't there to crawl up her shoulder and fall asleep. Cornelius wasn't there with his endearing crooked smile, to make her laugh...or feel those emotions that were once alien to her. She cursed herself for being so silly, this wasn't like her at all! Tazzia left the island, and wandered back to the lounge where she decided that she would get happily drunk. And then maybe, she could look about getting her own iguana. Maybe that would help. -------------------------- Message 697 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Nov 9 01:51:41 1996 CST From: Dexter (#14882) To: *Storylines (#5236) Yes it was going to be a long day for Dexter, making his way to the R/T Garage despite the stares from the other people. "Haven't they ever seen a naked body before?" he thought. Certainly felt nice to be free and easy for once. Not since he attended that seminar did he feel this good. He grinned, "The future is clothing optional." thinking back and remembering the woman walking around naked as plain as could be around the RT Lounge. Maybe things here aren't as bad as they have been with the taxes and everything. -------------------------- Message 698 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Nov 9 14:00:00 1996 CST From: Demon (#6613) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *submariners (#8388) Subject: Caught in the act Fri Jan 26 22:37:36 2637. Warlord Demon and Warlord Sater were seen prowling about Corals Reach and Waves End, although nothing was seen directly, there are suspicions that they are up to no good. NO evidence has been found of late and there can be no reason to attack or capture them on sight however all civilians of Corals Reach and Waves End anre ecomended to keep there doors lock and to beware of Warlorddd Demon and Warlord Sater. Contact with the Pirates at the moment is minimal and there are reasons to suspect that somethin will happen.... This file is property of Corals reach Warden service. OOC - Hows that for forshadowing? Well, suspect something to come up. -- Demon (helping undersea RP) -------------------------- Message 699 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Nov 9 21:35:30 1996 CST From: Axelle (#9124) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Soul Energy Zameth's soul energies swirled around inside Axelle's body, slowly posessing her in their embrace. Her dreams of power, her high ambitions all became tainted with the seed of the Anatol Knight's corruption. A slow chanting filled her: I drew you close... And let you peer into my soul... You drank from the inner pools of my heart... The poisoned depths flowed free... And fight as you would... You were caged in defeat... You belong to me... Your soul blackens... As mine once had done... Like a red rose... Blossoming in winter... Nestled in the newly fallen snow... She dies. She closed her eyes and surrendered, her own thoughts echoing his words. -------------------------- Message 700 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Nov 10 10:11:30 1996 CST From: Red-Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A blistful vacation With all that had been going on Red was running, Remembrance's return and discovering about Alexander was wonderful. But the tension with Tempest was incredible.. So Red left.. Nenana knew of a place though and Red followed.. They took the Lamar to N'Orleans, then working the way down a cobblestone path they came to the temple. It was peaceful and the company was good. Marie-Clarie was a angel and a good friend.. Red would spend hours listening to her storys of the area and her accent was a dream.. Just a few more days then he's go find Rem and start working on tomorrow. -------------------------- Date: Sun, 9 Mar 1997 15:17:11 -0400 From: "Quinn@GhostWheel" To: quinn@vv.com Subject: GhostWheel Message(s) 701 - 800 from *Storylines (#5236) X-Mail-Agent: GhostWheel (casper.bga.com 6969) Message 701 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Nov 10 11:08:32 1996 CST From: Myst (#13170) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The wait Myst stood on the helipad, the cool night air not seeming so cool to her. She stares up at the night sky, at the stars...the constellation was still there, but was fading. Not much time left. The wind blew strongly on her face, blowing her hair out behind her, but she didn't feel it. Things were radically wrong. She had been asked not to seek revenge on her sworn enemies at the Time of Gheran... This in itself was hard to grasp...having waited so long to be called, and then being forced to hold back. She knew they were near, she could feel them, knew that they would now be hunting her, instead of hiding from her... What's worse, she felt she was pushing Devon further away in doing this. She clenched her fist, turned and slammed it hard against the viewpad, making it sway on its post, her hand throbbing dully. She didn't feel it. When this was over, she would have to make amends with Devon...would somehow have to alienate herself from her past... She felt as if she was abandoning her tribe, her way of life..her religion and her faith. Tears ran slowly down her cheeks, mixing with the war-paint and causing it to run. What was she to do? -------------------------- Message 702 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Nov 10 13:52:04 1996 CST From: DarkAngel (#12478) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Strafe and Ang Strafe and Ang started out as friends. That friendship quickly turned into an all consuming loe that was wonderful and lasted for a while. Now the flames have simmered. The passion is gone, but the friendship remains. Strafe and Ang have gone their seperate ways to fulfill their dreams and discover what the future holds in store for them. -------------------------- Message 703 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Nov 10 13:53:56 1996 CST From: DarkAngel (#12478) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Heh OOC - for those of you who are wondering what loe means....it's MOO slang for love. :) -------------------------- Message 704 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Nov 10 17:34:32 1996 CST From: Hannibal (#16038) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: coming of age, or was it dying again? Hannibal thought about the past week, his calling to gaia, at first so confused, then scary. He rarely took risks, and was never much of a person Indoctination of a cause, but when he met Milamber, and heard his words, he knew they were right in his heart. Something inspired him, he wandered the wasteland, realizing how much was desolate, never realy caring before today. Now he was Podara, a druid in his own right. Timber would be proud, he had learned much from his little time with her, yet there was something uunderlying he couldn't understand. To him all mages were brothes and sisters, working towards bettering the world around them, and shaping it to their wishes. He thought about the two he'd met, Lovinia was a nice girl, she seemed far too naive for her age, and innocent. Lafyette was a mysterious man, he'd like to learn more of him. and what of Milamber himself, the awe inspiring magus. Hannibal was astonished how easily he opened a portal to the tree Eldorath. Weakened and tired from his long trek, he walked home to his new apartment in New Orleans, letting darkness surround him he fell asleep, thinking of what he alone could do too help his new mother, Gaia. -------------------------- Message 705 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Nov 10 21:47:12 1996 CST From: Yshar (#12217) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Legends fade yet to be born once again... Events turn on the Wheel of time, their acts and actors moving on and off the stage as the Wheel turns... Legends die, yet to be born again...So it is with Strafe Shar, recently named Yshar. The Wheel has turned, and Yshar's part in it has been passed until he is once again cast into the role he was born for. But do not fear...for shadows pass over the world just to be blown away by a blessed wind. So it will be now. Where did he and his friend Tyzrath go? When will they be back? No one knows...But they will return when they are called back to take their place in the ranks of Good. The Wheel turns...wait for it. OOC: I am taking a break from the MOO to deal with Real Life (GASP). I will return. The story above sounds smoky, I know. But it is supposed to. I will not cop out too the 'soul search' or 'knowledge quest' that so many others have done before. Stepping back from the forfront of Good, Yshar -------------------------- Message 706 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Nov 11 15:42:57 1996 CST From: Robitham (#14270) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Spellsinger and the Sensei (Spellsong part 2) Robitham walked through the New Orleans District, fingering the hilt of his Katana.. "That Miserable Akane.. I needed to talk to him, but him and the other seeker named Rathe attacked with their spells.. This can not happen, I must now either talk with or annihilate Akane.. and to think he tried to hurt me with my own staff, the one I gave to him!" Robitham laughed, and looked towards a Sheol Raven, and began to mumble an arcane language, and used his knowledge of thermoblast to annihilate the raven easily. He looked to his trademark Katana by his side, "we've seen worse things than this..." he mumbled, "the damned Eagle tried to keep me away from the physical world, but I fooled the eagle and escaped.. No longer will I stay in the spirit world, that I know.. but I must find Akane, at any cost.." and he cackled maniacly, walking around the Rue de L'Morte with an arrogant flair to him.... [To be continued] *Akane* -------------------------- Message 707 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Nov 11 18:50:30 1996 CST From: Gallen (#16560) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Gallen Aerynn Gallen sighed and brushed her dark black hair. Since settling in the forests of Jizo, she had felt slightly more relaxed - surely more than she ever had in her her "father" Seigfried's house. Finally, all of those skills she had been practicing - the ones she'd been able to talk him into schooling her in - were coming into play. She knew she wouldn't be missed back home, and even though the adventuring life was lonely, she'd get by. She never felt very close to people anyway. After a long day of training and exploring, Gallen felt ready for sleep. But first, she took the time she had taken every night for 15 (once she had been ld enough to wonder) to pray that she might find her true parents. Seigfried Aerynn had given her his name, his money, and some of his time - she was ready for someone (parents or not) to give her some of their love. -------------------------- Message 708 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Nov 11 18:51:49 1996 CST From: Gallen (#16560) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: OOC note.. I can't type... that's 15 years.. and OLD enough to wonder. ;) -------------------------- Message 709 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Nov 12 08:03:54 1996 CST From: Myst (#13170) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Homecoming Myst walked up the familiar path that led to her village, and was received better than she had expected. Warm smiles and friendly hugs greeted her as she said hello to old friends she had left behind, all eyes on her expanded tummy and her ring. Some of her friends chittered on happily, asking who the lucky man was, everyone hugging in congratulations, everyone but one man who wandered off during the greeting. Myst paid him no heed and headed for her family's hut, greeting her grandfather and ailing sister warmly. Her sister was laid back on the floor, wrapped in furs to keep her warm, her face pale and her chest enlarged...it wouldn't be too long now, Myst thought. After the teary greetings were over, and a meal was eaten, Myst made her request to speak with the Elders. Most people were shocked, but her request was shortly granted. Soon she found herself garbed in white, kneeling before the assembled Elders. "What is your wish?" the lead Elder asked. Myst stared at the floor, hands held together in prayer as she said, "I have committed most dishonorable acts, and I wish atonement and purification, oh Elders." Now they were even more shocked. "Now what could you possibly have done, child?" the lead Elder asked, stupefied. Myst swallowed, and cleared her throat and valiantly pressed forward. "I am guilty inactivity towards the Hana'derin during the Time of Gheran, I am guilt of not fighting them even when they had attacked me, due to an oath that I made to a friend." Some people gasped. "I am also guilty of doubting Gheran and our ways, and almost abandoned them altogether. I have also conceived a child out of wedlock, though I am presently engaged. I kneel before you, and ask for purification, in whatever form it takes." A stunned silence. The lead Elder frowned, working his jaw uneasily. "Are you aware child, of the severity of these charges which you lay against yourself?" Myst nodded. "I see...and you do not wish to take the Postponement allowed by your present condition?" Myst nodded again. "You are aware of the rite of purification. We shall meet you on the Green in an hour." With that, the Elders and the tribesmen that had gathered to watch dispersed, none staying, none speaking. Myst knelt in prayer for a while, then proceeded to the Green to finish it. (Part 1 of ? - cut into chunks to save on spam :) ) -------------------------- Message 710 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Nov 12 08:19:35 1996 CST From: Myst (#13170) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Purification Myst knelt on the soft grass of the Green, red hair blowing softly in the cool night breeze. The cold breeze drifted over her naked body, but she didn't feel the cold. Her eyes were fixed on the assembled throng of tribesmen that surrounded her in a half-circle, the Elders invisible behind her. A headband of white was wrapped around her head, the only thing that she wore, as was required by the rite of purification. She sighed, tightened her back and waited. Red lines blossomed on her back, the flesh puffing up, breaking in some places, as the leather whip was brought across her backside repeatedly. She flinched and growled through gritted teeth, but dared not scream in pain, which would bring her dishonor. She felt the blood run down her back, onto her thighs and finally, to the ground. Then the lashing stopped. The cool night air stung at the wounds on her back; she breathed heavily, her breath misting before her, the night was so cool. Next, a bucket of cold water was emptied over her head, causing her hair to cling all around her, the water washing away the redness on her back, only to be replaced by more. She shivered slightly. The lead Elder spoke from behind her. "There, my child, you are purified of your admitted sins. There is but one thing that remains." Myst nodded in acquiesance, wincing slightly as her back caught on fire. She stretched her hands out in front of her, where they were wrapped completely in thin white silk, so fragile that the air seemed able to break it. She now had to go into the forest, and survive there for three days, without engaging in combat of any sort. The silk on her fists would be judged upon her return; if broken, she would be purified again, and then exiled for a year. Thus, she could only nourish herself on the water in the waterskin that they now provided to her, and clothed only in the white headband, she proceeded to walk, slowly at first as she adjusted to her back's constant complaining. If the silk was also bloodied, whether by her own blood or that of another, the same fate would await her. Trees soon surrounded her, and she hurried to the sheletered spot she had known as a child, lest she freeze to death. She felt largely better about herself, having undergone the purification ritual, but she had still brought a great dishonor down upon her grandfather and her dying sister. But, she knew what to do for them once she returned. Myst huddled and shivered in a little cave formed by the exposed roots of a large tree. She spread mud and sand over her body to keep in her body heat, and she waited. Not daring to doze off, lest a bear or some other forest animal wander in. Overhead, the sky was empty of Gheran, and Myst sighed slightly, waiting for daybreak. (Part 2 of 3 or 4. :) ) -------------------------- Message 711 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Nov 12 14:28:59 1996 CST From: Cristal (#7366) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A Night to Remember. Cristal woke early, even before the sun kissed the sky. She cradled the bundle in her arms lovingly, trying to calm the little sobs that woke her. Carefully, she undid her clothing and offered a milk laden breast to her daughter. Jasmine locked onto it greedily, which made Cristal smile. The night before had been both joyous and terrifying, though Cristal could only vaguely recall her fears. The baby in her arms and Deckard, soundly sleeping at her side was enough to make her focus on the present. She looked down at the ring on her hand, and tears came to her eyes... Tears of happiness. She thought that marriage would never find her. She now threw all of her pessimism aside. Deck had proposed to her the night before...while holding her in his arms on the beach. Perhaps it was that same excitement which spurred the early birth of their daughter. Yjezra had acted as midwife for her in the Greenroom, after her water had broken in the Lounge. She had deftly guided Cris through the labour, and had made it a lot easier. Yggidrasil had also been present, taking Deckard's place in helping her to pant and focus. It would be a long time from now before they would all let Deckard forget the shock he went into. Cris chuckled to herself. (It's too bad he couldn't carry the actual pregnancy himself, for our next child. I'd get him back good!) She looked down at Jasmine, with twinkling eyes. Damien had thought her to be a child of fate. Moonheart had fascinated the child, though she could barely see yet. Cris waved the stuffed teddy that Yggy had given her for Jasmine, in fromt of the babe's face. She didn't notice. Her eyes were pleasantly closed, as she lay suckling. A night to remember yes indeed. Cristal's life was only becoming more enriched as each day passed. She carefully leaned over and kissed Deck as the sun began to rise in the sky. She dressed slowly, so as not to disturb Jasmine...the babe was satiated. She closed her eyes and thanked Yjezra and Yggidrasil again...and both Kynwal and Morrigan who made sure that she got home safely after the event. Love filled her....wholly. -------------------------- Message 712 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Nov 12 14:39:01 1996 CST From: Cristal (#7366) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Announcement (@) www\|/www Joseph Deckard and Cristal Mystique dually announce: with pride, the birth of their beautiful daughter, ~Jasmine Ingrid Mystique Deckard~ and with happiness, their engagement to be married. -------------------------- Message 713 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Nov 12 14:56:21 1996 CST From: Yseult (#4778) To: *DragonRiders (#5915) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Both Life and Love... Yseult wandered out to the cold ledge on Mt. Morlith, not noticing the goosebumps as the formed on her arms in the chill Febuary winds. Dragons surrounded her, great hulking creatures of sparkling colors sunning themselves in the morning light. Only the dragon on the watchstone seemed awake, but being bonded to Tierz'yrrlan, she knew better then to assume only one was actually alert. She walked to the edge, staring out into the valley and beyond, her breath puffing out in small white clouds of mist. For a moment, she wondered how her mother had felt, standing on the ledge at Mt. Val'Saar, nearly twenty two years ago now. *Did she feel what I do now? Fear, apprehention? A warrior woman carrying a child with the uncertainty of how to raise it right?* **You have raised Ilithya for two years now, Yseult. You have done a fine job. A second hatchling could not be much worse.** Tierz'yrrlan's soothing voice filled her thoughts. *I was not meant to be a mother, Lan.* She sent back. He was strangely silent then, as if sensing her need to think without commentary. She crouched on the balls of her feet, which took a bit of effort this time. It would take some getting used to again, especially since this was somthing she often did without thought. But now her clothing was becoming too tight and her belly was beginning to swell with the growing child. In another month, she would no longer be able to wear her own clothes or move as she was accustomed to. "At least Samael is not upset with this unexpected twist." she said allowed, her words forming white puffs on the air. Tierz'yrrlan rumbled deeply in amusement from behind her. **I would think not. He seems to like your hatchling and I think it's time he had his own.** Yseult stiffly and slowly rose to stand again, smirking quietly at the Obsidian as she stritched his eyeridges lovingly, listening to his contented rumble. The chill had finally gotten to her and she drifted back to the living caverns, walking through the curtain to Cygnus, careful to be quiet and not disturb anyone. Ilithya was curled up in her bed, quietly sleeping still. Samael slept on the bed, his back to her. She felt a small smile spread her lips as she approached their bed, slowly. Carefully sitting, she watched him sleep feeling something odd stirring inside of her and before she could stop herself, she felt hot tears falling down her cheeks. She didn't cry much, if at all... but the alien feeling inside of her was overwhelming. Tierz'yrrlan's thoughts confirmed her own suspicions, **Yseult, you've fallen in love. This time, there is no doubt.** -------------------------- Message 714 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Nov 12 14:57:57 1996 CST From: Axelle (#9124) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Return of the Ring Axelle snuggled into Malleus' side, shielding her eyes from the bold sunlight which streamed in through the windows. She buried her face into the soft fur of his side, remembering the night past vividly. There had been quite a congregation in the lounge, and she had amused herself to no end. The man with the spider and the woman with the beast. Ahhh, she had had fun with them. They had brought out a different side to her...one that revelled in arrogance, to the point of almost cruelty. She didn't even realize that she wasn't herself. That Zameth's soul was slowly poisoning her. Eventfully, she had returned Magister Morrigan's wedding ring to him. And with it...a promise to him, and from he, a promise to her. She cackled softly, and Malleus stirred in his sleep. She would meet with her peers soon. Morrigan would be hers, oh how she craved him now! Her loins began to warm, just thinking of him. She rolled over on top of her Pet then...eager to be satiated. -------------------------- Message 715 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Nov 12 15:17:39 1996 CST From: Morpheus (#12681) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Destiny's Hand Part III of The Dreaming Morpheus sat quietly in meditation within his cave, contemplating the events of the past few days. Quietly he recalled how the sudden change in his life had come about. It had all started a few days ago, when he made up his mind to seek the final places of resting for the two magi Embryon and Balth. Reasoning that Embryon was most likely the shadow that Raven had urged him to seek, Morpheus sought out Rathe, his elven friend, who had demonstrated a knowledge of the wastes in the past. After a brief period of consultation, Morpheus set out for the gravesite guided by Rathe, and accompanied by the one named Lyrn who sought the gravesite for reasons of his own. It was a short walk before the trio had arrived at the grave, marked by little more than a large patch of blackened sand that lay beneath the wind swept dunes of the wastelands. Despite the fact that both Embryon and Balth were no more, the potency of their conflict had forever scarred the land of their graves. A feeling which was not lost on the trio as they silently observed the strangely disturbing site. Sensing that only the Raven could guide him further, Morpheus sank to the sands entering into a deep entrancement, letting his consciousness emerge from the shackles of his body to seek the Raven on the ethereal winds. Morpheus was struck speechless when he felt a strange surge within his mind and the towering form of an enormous black dragon erupted from the sands screaming its earth shaking challenge to the winds. They all trembled in fear as the magnificent and yet frightening beast soared above them and was later joined by an ivory dragon equally inspiring as the black had been terrifying. As the two dragons battled ferociously, a third and final form had emerged. Formed by the shifting winds and sands of the wastes, the Raven in all its splendor rose from the floor of the desert to tower between the two menacing serpents, causing both to hover and postpone their eternal conflict. As Morpheus watched them, a truth dawned within him. Raven stood between the two dragons because they represented the evil and good that existed in the Ghostwheel, and Raven was neither good nor evil. Nor was it a being of the Ghostwheel, but rather a spirit entity. As the Raven gazed upon Morpheus and his companions, it offered in its usual booming voice, a gift. For Morpheus, there was little to decide as he accepted. The black dragon dissolved becoming a stream of pure magical energy, dark purple in its colour. The stream flowed downwards, striking Morph's eyes and entering them. Immediately, Morph was assaulted by thousands of images, most of them hideous in aspect. A child being murdered, the rape of an injured woman, the destruction of a priceless work of art......all of these flashed across his vision faster than Morpheus could even blink. Next, the white dragon dissolved, becoming a stream of pure radiant energy, almost blinding in its brilliance. This stream also flowed downwards into Morph's stricken gaze bringing a rapid flow of images, these ones more positive and inspiring in nature. The rescue of a drowning man, the birth of an infant, the commision of a noble deed. All were seen, and witnessed within the singular blink of the mind's eye. Finally, the Raven lowered itself to hover before Morpheus's face where it declared its final message. "YOU HAVE RECEIVED THE GIFT......NOW PAY THE PRICE..." With a slow reddening of its form, the sandy shape of the Raven became red hot before dissolving into a cohesive stream of superheated sand which shot downwards with rapid speed to strike Morpheus in both eyes. At first, Morpheus screamed as he could feel his eyes burning away in mystic flames. His vision seemed to run like water from a rapidly melting icicle. Then it happened. It was as though someone had dropped him within a river. Billions upon billions of images, tastes, smells, feelings assaulted him at once. hwould have slipped into instant madness had not something dragged him back from it all. Distancing from the images somewhat, he was able to better observe what lay before him. It was incredibly vast......like a running river that carried all things within it. Each person Morph had ever known or met lay within that river like a single speck of sand being carried in its current. With Raven's help he was able to single out the specks of his friend Rathe and his companion Lyrn. At last, Morph began to understand something of the gift Raven had given him. Gleaming something of his purpose within the flowing river of destiny, the most recent of the Seers closed his now sightless eyes........and laughed. -------------------------- Message 716 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Nov 12 15:25:13 1996 CST From: Zillah (#5587) To: *Black Coven (#15083) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: You Can't Feel the Dark, When It's Stalking... Zillah turned and glared at the Childe as the beaker hit the ground with a crash of shattering glass. "That will cost you." she hissed and reached out, grabbing the Childe's collar, dragging her out of the lab with her. Pitiful screams and wails howled and echoed in the screaming chamber, lovingly referred to as the Cacophony of Screams by the residents of the Black Coven Headquarters. Zillah's temper quieted slightly in the delightfully anguished cries and moans. But, it was not enough to save the poor Childe she had by the collar. Instead it was Dreadlord Astaroth that caught her attention. "My fellow Dreadlord, there is something that I must speak privately about." he murmured to her. Zillah, nodded, letting the Childe go, not even noticing her scramble to escape, tears streaming down her cheeks. Astaroth smirked, "That one will not last long here." Zillah nodded, all business, as usual. He began to outline Dreadlord Axelle's success with that vile Magister, Morrigan. Zillah felt a smile appear on her face, unusual and always bitterly frightening to see. Even Astaroth and Axelle knew she was truly pleased when that smile appeared on her face. She quietly decided she had chosen the newest Dreadlords well and the Dark must be very very pleased. And soon, very soon, that infuriating Magister would be in the grip of the Dark. -------------------------- Message 717 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Nov 12 16:46:10 1996 CST From: Akane (#14270) To: *mages (#11664) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Sensei, The Teacher, and the Seeker (Spellsong chapter 3) The day drifted on as usual for Akane, he alone sat in his bedroom, sighing to himself.. All he could think about was how Robitham had mercilessly attacked Akane, and used his knowledge of thermoblast against Devon.. Lucily Frap had been there, saving both Akane and Devon's lives. "Robitham must be stopped!" Akane cried out, slamming spellsong against the wall of his apartment. Akane shook.. he could hear the sensei's words strike home at his heart, "That worthless seeker," Robitham said, It was not Akane's fault the spell backfired, hitting the armor of the warrior he was trying to cast on, and toasting Robitham without a thought.. "Robitham has came for his revenge.." Akane sighed, "I need to speak with the Eagle, but aside from dying, I canna do it.. unless..." Then Akane fell to sleep, the herbal tea did fast work, and Akane slept troubled. thoughts of the days to come were all around him.. [To be continued] *Akane* -------------------------- Message 718 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Nov 12 16:52:48 1996 CST From: Theseus (#3746) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: What the hell? On the holovid in the Austin Room: **holovid** Several eyewitnesses reported seeing a low-flying Dakirion shuttle strafing the GhostWheel and Austin earlier today. Reports indicate that several parachutes were seen descending from the craft, but noone has yet reported who or what was dropped. **holovid** The channel changes to a soothing, mindless music video. -------------------------- Message 719 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Nov 12 17:12:38 1996 CST From: Elendil (#2237) To: Elendil (#2237), *submariners (#8388), and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Part I Part I Long runs the Talasmere, the Great Rift, from the western slope of proud Sharnin, Tower of the Single Star, down the fields of Keltar and beyond into the great Aesir wastes. Black and crumbling, the edges of the great trench loom bleakly through the twilight of the sea floor as travellers approach. Odd cries and eerie tremors echo down the trench for scores of leagues from their source; wary wanderers of the sea hasten on their way, and unwary like as not fall swift prey to foes little sensed and never understood. Yet even this evil served its purpose, dividing nearly the entire length of the Aesir and Submariner empires and saving each from much of the violent emnity of the other. Yet even such a great barrier can be broken and thrown aside, and hence Elendil, Warder of the Triumvirate, oft trekked to its edges to peer beyond and by chance turn aside foes from its eastern slope. The eve of August 28, held that of Meloth's Wound, saw the start of such a foray. Issuing from his hold in the shadow of Sharnin, Elendil rode forth on his war seahorse with naught but two retainers to . test the bounds of the Talasmere. Long spears tipped with obsidian and coral they bore, and wide shields of cold polymerized pumice, and long cloaks of green seaweed tilche on their backs. Yet as Elendil turned at the gate to give thanks to Meloth, Lord of the Shield, the white gem on his forehead flared with cold light and even on the threshold he fell, Current the fleet rearing and pawing. "My Lord!" cried the first of his knights, Erembor, "What fell omen is this?" For Elendil was unhurt, yet the gem he bore on his brow was dark and cold, a black spot in the sea. "Truly this is witches' work, my Lord. Fain let us retire this day and seek communion with a great Seer, lest doom find us wanting," urged young Giltiad, of the house of Ithil. "Nay, nay," said Elendil, regaining his horse, "Whatever new burden this is I will bear alone, and if it lies within my skill you shall not want for strength." Turning, he rode forth and as a line they moved west across the fertile seaweed fields, three knights in the bloom of their strength. Yet Elendil's heart misgave him, for only he knew the truth of the omen. Long had he borne the stone, and before him Earendil, Knight of Salt, and so on back to the earliest days of his house. A silmaril it was, lighting the way before the wearer and casting icy rays into the eyes of all foes who beheld it. Yet a heavy gift indeed, for each of the three silmarils of old bore a special tax. Of the first two this tale does not tell, yet the third was oft termed Ecthelion, Doomcaller. Elendil remembered the rhyme he had once heard slip from the lips of his greyed grandmother at the burial of his father: 'ware end by dart or blade, all save age heralded when bright Ecthelion fade look ye not for aid, save kinsman dead when starlight from Ecthelion hath fled His grandmother had taken the gem, dark and cold, from the shattered breast of his slain father and into his hands it had gone, bursting anew with white starlight that pierced all shadows. Yet now it was dark and Elendil could sense tendrils reaching for him from beyond, the Outer sea, and their cries were legion. Yet as strong Current sailed west Elendil prayed softly to Lord Meloth, and to his consort, the Queen of Tides. 'Death comes for us all, my Lords, and oft have I been the bearer. Yet truly I will not bow head or knee before such a bane till all life has fled. I have given youth, my love, and even my pride to the altar of duty, and as life's gift I ask only this: That my end have service, that in death I may serve even as I have in life.' With a sudden cry he loosened his mace, Grond, Mindbreaker, in his free hand beneath his shield, never to holster it again this side of the Outer Sea. Giltiad and Erembor spurred their mounts, yet ever Elendil was before them, Current racing as if borne on silvery wings, and she outpaced them both. Nigh to the lip of the trench they rode, and on along the razor's edge another dozen leagues. Yet suddenly they broke into a long slope of cracked stone and shattered coral, arching down into the blackness of the trench. Checking their ride, Elendil eyed the slope with a discerning eye, for it was recent. Yet what power existed thus, to flatten coral and bedrock alike? Yet even as he peered he noticed a frozen form heaped towards the base of the slope, hardly visible against the blackness of the trench. Nudging Current, he slowly moved down the slope. Giltiad and Erembor spread out behind him, for the trench filled them with unseemly fear. The form was the broken body of a great aesir warrior. Tall and proud she had once been, strong of sinew and of heart, yet she was a broken vessel, her life's blood emptied. A broken sword was clenched in her right arm, her left had been shorn away. Her fine suit of coral mail was rent and shattered in a dozen places and her crumpled face bespoke pain and overriding fear. Giltad and Erembor both gave a faint murmur of happiness, that such a dangerous foe had been slain, yet Elendil remained silent, for he perceived she had not fallen alone. The slope fell away before them, and ever they stared ever more bodies became visible. Heaped about the basin in great clumps, a fearful slaughter. Two aesir priests were pinioned beneath fallen rock, a great chieftain in coral platemail impaled on a spur of rock, dozens of skirmishers scattered like broken shells. "'Tis our luck indeed that such a great raiding party met with such an end," murmured Erembor, "Yet what ally of ours has such power, to kill all and leave no warriors of ours dead on the field?" Elendil turned, and Giltiad and Erembor were shocked to see his eyes were pained and sad. "This was no raiding party. Their raiment alone should give you clue: This was an honor guard, and a noble treasure indeed they must have carried," He said quietly, gesturing to the fine armaments strewn across the slope, "We may never know their errand, yet the aesir council will assume we are responsible for the assault. Come....let us find their burden." Turning, he moved Current slowly down the slope to where it dipped into the abyss. Great scrapes were etched into the lip of the trench, as if something massive had fallen or been dragged downwards. The three halted at the edge and peered downwards. Slowly, as their eyes adjusted they became aware of movement, vast movement, at the belly of the trench. Two great forms, black against black, moved there, and between them a sphere of dull steel. Across the bottom of the trench the remains of a large carriage were scattered. Yet all eyes were drawn to the two creatures. Like great worms they were, yet faster and well-armored. Cuts criss-crossed their long bodies from the battle, yet the wounds were minor on such vast beasts, and their eyes were fell. "There," Elendil said, pointing, "That sphere protects whatever the aesirs bore. I pray these foul creatures have not yet breached it." Even as they watched one of the great serpents, the larger, reared and struck at the sphere with its powerful jaws. The metal shrieked, but held, and the beast lashed its body with anger. Elendil clapped down his visor and the pressurized helm of his armor murmured to itself momentarily. "Stay, Lord!" cried Giltiad, "These foes are beyond our ken. You risk certain death against the mystery of a secret burden." Elendil nodded to them both, "Indeed, and ever have I lived my life. The pressure in the trench is too great for you both, so haste back to Sharnin and fetch a deep cutting crew to reach the sphere, which I will presently fetch." Giltiad stepped back, his eyes downcast, yet Erembor bowed deeply and one last time said, "Please, my Lord...won't you come away?" "Nay," said Elendil, smiling faintly, "For if I what I suspect turns out to true, this gamble is well worth it. The aesirs love their children too." Turning, he nudged Current and into the trench they dove. Down he fell, faint light streaming from his shimmering mail, keen lance braced beneath him, onto the back of the larger of the serpents. Silently he fell, and the weight of his armor and of Current lent horrible power to the strike. Square upon the spine of the great beast he struck and the spear pierced the heavy scale and plunged nearly its length before shivering and shattering. The great worm reared, shrieking deafeningly, as the blow tore into its spine. Still shrieking, it spun, throwing Elendil and Current to the seabed, and limped down the trench into darkness. Elendil shook the impact from his head and struggled to his feet, shifting his great mace from his shield hand to his right. His vision cleared and he saw the second serpent arch above him, eyes burning with rage. Yet cold fear washed over him, for within those alien eyes dwelt also an ancient and great intelligence. There is no tale of the origin of the great serpents, or what drove them out from their ancient holds in the bowels of some undersea mountain into the open sea. Once, perhaps, they had been placid but the cruelty of the world turned them predatory, and over the eons their evil grew with their bodies, cold, calculating, crime upon crime as scale upon scale. Gorgovan, the Reaver in his own forgotten tongue, arched high above the lone fleshling warrior and his overborne mount. Another foe in a legion of foes, yet unlike for had the insect not already struck such a blow to his mate that her death throes shrieked in his brain? With her death he would be alone, the last of his kind...a another pain on an eternity of pain. The cries of Yuion, Black Deceiver, grew more and more frantic as she saw her own approaching death. For a moment he was tempted to go to her, but after a moment he closed the telepathic link. He could not afford to be distracted, and so she died alone. The full intensity of his gaze bore down on the little foe, who raised a tiny shield as if to ward off a host of blows. Gorgovan chuckled...how little these mortals know of pain. Yet perhaps I can spare some small time to teach. Curling slightly, he concentrated his mind on his yeish, the center of strength, and through it drew his rage and gave it form. Armored lids spiralled shut on his eyes and ear-holes, and, snapping forward, he spat a pulse of pure force. The backlash pained him, but his strong spine absorbed the force. Elsewhere, the result was different. The spherical burst spread outwards viciously swiftly, losing strength at a square rate yet not nearly fast enough. Ten paces from Gorgovan's maw, bedrock turned to powder. At twenty the upper foot of rock and coral blasted away in pebbled chunks, while great rifts opened beneath. Jagged cracks chased through the bedrock away from him in all directions. At thirty paces the force rolled over Elendil and Current. As the faintly shimmering wall of death rushed over them, Elendil had just enough time to turn aside behind his shield before it struck. The force battered him, shattering his shield and left arm, beating from all sides at his armored form. Cracks chiselled down his breastplate and across his helm's visor and with a rending shriek the left greave of his pressurized armor gave, driving shards of magicked shell through his thigh to the bone. Beside him Current floated, blood flowing from her nostrils and shattered chest. Dying, she drifted slowly off down the trench. Elendil screamed, yet the razor of pain cut across senses dulled by the blows and, turning the scream into a cry of rage he forced his mangled body into motion, bearing down on the serpent's maw as it opened near the bedrock. Gorgovan's eyes clacked open, and through his exhaustion he peered forth for the drifting cloud of bone and flesh that was his foe. Grond, Mindbreaker, the Hammer of the Underworld, came down on Gorgovan's vast right eye. The great eye went dark and Gorgovan recoiled, hissing. Elendil grasped a sharp horn over the beast's great brow with his crippled left arm as the worm recoiled and even as the pain of it tore another cry from him he was carried up swiftly with the rising head as Gorgovan roared again. Snarling, he climbed up the brow and Grond came down again with a crack and flare of eldritch power on the wounded eye. Gorgovan snapped his head viciously, and Elendil's grip slipped. His left leg swung down towards the great teeth and with a savage bite Gorgovan severed his armored foot at the ankle. Drawn down towards the gaping maw, Elendil beat down the pain by will alone and forced Grond into a tight arc. The spiked head smote full upon a gleaming incisor, shattering the tooth and tearing the gum apart. His mangled leg came free and with a shove he regained the crest of Gorgovan's brow. Clenching his knees on the scaled edge of his forehead, Elendil grasped the obsidian haft of Grond with both hands, great shoulders creaking with iron sinew, and swung such a great over-handed blow that the head gave beneath him and he sprawled downwards towards the seabed. The black cloud of Grond's touch clouded Gorgovan's thought, and the searing pain of his ravaged eye drove burning brands deep into his skull. Snorting, he shook his battered head as to clear it and forced the gaze of his remaining eye on the warrior staggering to his feet before him. Elendil clawed his way upright, already weakened from the blood pouring from his savaged leg. He spun, as if slow motion, and met the gaze of that single baleful eye. Icy claws of mental force gripped his skull and he was locked with the strongest mind he had ever encountered. 'Foolish mortal. I am Gorgovan Aul Titlith, Reaver, master of the Hurin Mountain. I am the dark jealousy in the hearts of best friends. I am the poisoned blade in the dark, the breaker of trust, the defiler of love. I am your death.' Elendil reeled under the horrific brunt of the hatred, yet he managed to hold his head up proudly and projected his thoughts back against the tempest of the beast's mind. 'I am Elendil, Knight of Meloth, Warder of the Triumvirate and Master of the Inner Sea. I am the warrior of a great empire, and I have never been defeated.' Even as he finished his thought he let Grond slip from his right hand as if he was weakened at last by the horrid wounds he bore. Gorgovan's eye glanced at the falling weapon, then with a great rush of water the beast charged, head lowered like a great iron ram. Elendil's right hand gasped the butt of his speargun and smoothly he drew it upwards from his belt. Even as Gorgovan barreled towards him he aimed at the looming specter of his own death and fired. The silver bolt, enscribed with the runes of the Queen of Tides, tore a bubbly wake away from the gun directly into Gorgovan's right eye. The force of the bolt, combined with the speed of Gorgovan's charge, sent the bolt through eye and nerve and deep into the brain beyond. Yet even as Gorgovan died, without knowledge of how he had been slain, his enormous body struck Elendil and slammed him backwards against the rock wall of the trench as the hammer strikes the anvil. The faint whisper of pebbles skittering down the ragged slope. A faint voice, pained beyond endurance..."Master...". Silence. And beyond, a sphere of dull wrought steel. ooc: Heh..probably shoulda said something about the length so people wouldn't complain, but I didn't so you can. -------------------------- Message 720 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Nov 12 20:04:36 1996 CST From: Myst (#13170) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: More days in the forest Daybreak finally came, but offered little solace. Myst strayed down to a spring and drank its pure water, filling her waterskin and emptying it many times. She used some of the water to cleanse her wounds, the rest to rehydrate her body and free it of mud. Then, a rustling came from behind her. She stood up slowly, and turned to face it. Nothing. The ambient noise had dimmed to silence; nothing moved...Myst could only her the sound of herself breathing. Something was wrong. Old warrior's intuition flared to life, and she sped off to the right, as a dull thump hit the ground behind her. As she ran, she tried to catch a glimpse of the noise's source, and saw a shape running after her. Strange. Nothing in the forest could move that fast. Myst leaped over a fallen tree, her bare feet thumping dully on the hard-packed moss-laden ground, crackling often through piles of leaves. The disturbance was getting closer. She ran faster, harder, adrenaline pumping through her veins. Then her right foot froze in pain, as something slender wrapped itself firmly around her ankle, pulling it out from under her. With a frightened shriek, she flew forward, and landed heavily, sailing in a crunching bundle through piles of leaves. She looked frantically behind her, to see what had happened. Her emerald eyes saw a strip of leather coiled around her right ankle, the skin puffing already, and her gaze followed up the length of what she saw as a whip, and she stared wide-eyed at the whip's owner. He was a tall man, as all of her tribe were, long blond hair ran down his back in a braid speckled with eagle feathers, and his face gleamed in its prime youth, twin blue eyes following her curves, a small smile gathering on his clean-shaven face. "K-K-Kai?" Myst sputtered. The warrior nodded in the affirmative. He was the same man who turned and left at her greeting. "W-what do you want ?" she asked again, gathering herself into a crouch. Kai chuckled, tugging on his whip to keep a firm tag on Myst. "What I've wanted since I first laid eyes on you." He smiled that boyish smile again. "I want you, Kali. I want you." The words chilled her to the bone. "You denied me as you denied all of the others, but not now." With this Kai advance on her, clamping powerful hands on Myst's wrists before she could react. He was stronger than the last time they had met. Thinking fast, Myst squirmed slightly and spoke, "Well at least let me perform my toilet before you ravish me." Kai chuckled. "Still the same, Kali. Still the same. Very well." He led Myst to an nearby tree, a powerful arm resting on her shoulder. He uncoiled the whip from her leg, confident in his grip. Myst stopped and looked at Kai questioningly. "Might I have some privacy?" she asked softly, flashing him a blatantly flirtatious smile. Kai grinnned again. "Oh, forgive me." He turned his back. He might have gotten stronger, Myst thought, but he was none the brighter. Such a foolish boy indeed. A rustle of leaves and she was off. Kai took a moment to register the events before engaging in pursuit, bellowing mightily after her, how she was 'his'. She chuckled slightly. This would be a long three days. -------------------------- Message 721 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Nov 12 23:15:15 1996 CST From: Alluvia (#12737) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Falling to.. Alluvia awoke... not to the sound of Etan's cry... but rather out of a sudden realization. Her Rajen (teacher) had come to her again in a dream. Telling her to awaken.. for he would see her and her son. Alluvia was nearly amazed... almost frightened. She was afraid.. .perhaps they were not pleased... She awoke, looking to her son who slept in the cradle nearby. She took him carefully from his sleeping place.. holding him in her arms, gently rocking him before he could awaken. The form of her teacher shimmered in tiny particles before her... almost like an illusion at first... before showing itself as more a solid mass. He smiled at her.... his form fully coming into the present... stepping before to her. "Alluvia, Daughter ... Student to my own... I have missed you.... I have watched you from above... your son growing well as yourself.. Strong, healthy. You raise him well, still growing with all you have learned here. You are headed for much in this world." Her teacher smiled, looking down, illuminating in the dark room slightly. "Let me see him, Alluvia... " Alluvia smiled warmly... "Of course, of course... " She held the sleeping child out to her teacher, letting him take the sleeping bundle into his arms. "He is one... like you Alluvia. He will be great when he grows older and strong. Perhaps, as your parents did with you... we should take him a bit after... when he has grown old enough ... and teach him of the Gifts." He smiled, looking closely at the boy, watching him stir slightly from slumber. "He... He holds the ability Rajen? Like myself? .... " Her face fell slightly.... thinking of the possiblity... if he did possess such a gift... how they would teach him... take him from her... How he would learn, yet he would be so far. "Alluvia, " the Rajen spoke softly... "They wish you to come... this world serves so little for you... you have seen what was wished to be seen.. You wish a different ideal then they ... They speak of warring.. and hate. Come back to our peace. You can teach your son.. with me... You could be much in Antriol, Alluvia." Rajen gave Etan back to a now thinking Alluvia. Her eyes looked down at her son.. then at her teacher. Could she leave this place she had learned to call home? Her world was so perfect... so wonderful.. but this... It was a challenge... and so she had learned to love the challenge. Love the newness, the difficulty. Before she could arouse herself from thought, to answer the teacher, Rajen had vanished back into the magic to which he came.. only his words remaining.. "Think Alluvia.. I will give you one week. Think wisely my child.." Indeed... thinking she would do. -------------------------- Message 722 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Nov 13 02:08:45 1996 CST From: Baltisaar (#10734) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *mages (#11664) Subject: The spellsong remains the same... Akane and Baltisaar were standing in the chamber, discussing the differences in thought regarding magic when _he_ stepped in. A gnarled, wizened old man, with a unkempt beard, and missing teeth. >From the moment the old man chuckled evilly and simply stated that 'He was back', Baltisaar knew that trouble had entered the room. A lengthy verbal interchange occured between this former teacher of Akane's and the two seekers, with the old man accusing Akane of trapping him in the midrealm, and of Baltisaar arguing with him, disagreeing with him to the point that he attacked Baltisaar, tossing him to the ground via magic. Undaunted, but injured, Balti stood back up, healed himself, and continued to argue for his friend. He spoke of Akane's loyalty and compassion, but the Sensei refused to listen, and indeed, brushed Baltisaar off, moving to attack Akane. The battle was short, and bloody, with Akane the victor, as the Sensei, in his rage, made a miscalculation, and paid for it dearly. Akane's final, simple statement summed it up, 'Will he be back?' Indeed... Will this mad one be back? Only time will tell... But when he does, the Spellsinger will be ready, and he will not be alone... -------------------------- Message 723 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Nov 13 08:10:26 1996 CST From: Myst (#13170) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Days pass... Having finally eluded Kai, Myst took a rest next to a large tree, heart pounding, chest heaving. She chuckled slightly, her mind bringing back Kai's words, "I want you"; they chilled her to the bone not ten minutes before, but now she laughed at them. He always had had his eyes ob her, ever since they were children, as did many other men of the tribe. They all tried to win her heart, but they had all failed, then they had tried to take her by Right of Combat, but she had foiled them there as well. But the years seemed kind to Kai, as he was much stronger than he used to be, though not much smarter. She chuckled again at how easily he had been distracted. Then another rustling noise attracted her attention. Had Kai caught up so soon? She checked in the direction in which she had last left Kai, saw nothing, but started on her way again. As she accelerated, she found a rather large object in her way, an object into which she crashed head first before realizing it was even there. Strong hands grabbed her arms as she looked up to see what the object was. Her mind knew it before her eyes showed her the grinning face of Kai, looking down upon her. She struggled slightly, but knew it was no use; he was too strong for her, and she didn't want to break the silk on his account. "That wasn't very nice," Kai spoke slowly, his arms bringing Myst in closer. Snaking his leg around hers, Kai tripped Myst, sending them both crashing down to the leaf-covered ground, Kai bracing himself so he wouldn't crush her as he fell. All Myst's horrified eyes could see was Kai's pleased face looking over her, lust in his eyes, victory on his lips. "You won't get away again," he said, and Myst's blood froze in her veins. He would do this, too. Squirming in a vain attempt to get away, her mind raced for something...anything to get away. He wouldn't be so easily fooled a second time. Kai was halfway into her before the idea struck her. "Kai!" she spat. Kai continued grinning, enjoying the feeling of her warm insides. "You would take me without first offering the usual challenge?" It was a long shot, but she prayed it would work. Kai paused. "I would take you any way I can." She shivered. As she had expected. One last shot. "You would dishonor yourself and your family to take me? Why not propose a challenge and have me legally and willingly?" Gods, what had she just said? Kai liked this idea, and he got up off of her, replacing his clothing. Myst stood up as well, shaking, heart pounding in her ears. Kai drew out two knives, tossing one at Myst's feet, drawing the other. "Kali - I hereby challenge you for your body and your love." She shuddered again, but said, "I would accept, save for the fact that I am forbidden combat while in this forest." She breathed a mental sigh of relief. Kai sheathe his knife with a curse, bending to pick up the other. "Very well," he said levelly. "We continue this after your purification is over." He turned and walked away, almost dejected, almost grieving. Myst shook all over, fearing what she had just said...the memory of Kai inside her coming to her mind again...She grunted and pushed it away, but it returned. She collapsed to her knees, clutching her head, "Get out!" she yelled... Devon...she thought, tears coming to her eyes...if she lost.... -------------------------- Message 724 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Nov 13 08:21:11 1996 CST From: Myst (#13170) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Short notice Just a short notice to tell all those interested that I have to adjourn to RL for two, maybe three days. Work is really starting to pile up and I shouldn't have enough time to log on...if I do have the chance, I'll only be OOC. If you need to contact me, drop me a page or some mail - I come on in the mornings for just such a purpose anyways. ICly consider Myst still in her village in that blasted forest. I'll post when I'm back and when she's out of that little hell-hole Really hates it when the paperwork is so high she can't see over it, Myst -------------------------- Message 725 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Nov 13 16:08:47 1996 CST From: Lyetra (#16541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Dragon Dreams... Lyetra had had a tiring day, wandering the Ghostwheel with Gallen, perfecting her skills. It was high time she had a rest and some coffee. Heading to the R/T building, she was looking forward to relaxing. Luckily, she met up with Yggydrasil - after a nap, she chatted with Yggy for a bit - and then a dream was fulfilled. Yggidrasil took her to meet the Emerald Kisanth. Ever since her past had been lost, the dragon dreams had kept her company at night. Riding Kisanth was wonderful, and she told him so. He seemed to take a genuine liking to her. Yggy and Lyetra spoke at the lake of thier pasts... Lyetra has sworn to herself to remember - Kisanth showed her the smelter... Life is beginning to focus... And the dragon dreams go on... -------------------------- Message 726 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Nov 13 17:44:52 1996 CST From: Yseult (#4778) To: *DragonRiders (#5915) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Rated PG. Yseult almost skipped, *skipped* back from the gardens. With a few chiding thoughts, she contained her enthusiasm to a brisk walk back to her cavern. The chrysanthemums and violets were perfectly placed on her tem; she was prepared. The cavern was empty when she arrived. Lith was off playing with dragons and Samael was probably training with Ymitri. He seemed to spend much of his time there. It was no matter, she could wait. She took a seat on the bed, then eventually leaned back... then fell asleep. -------------------------- Message 727 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Nov 13 22:02:19 1996 CST From: Yseult (#4778) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *DragonRiders (#5915) Subject: Rated PG. Yseult stood from the bed, every sound, every move, echoed in her mind. **Steady, Yseult. He's honorable. Why would he say no?** She grabbed onto Tierz'yrrlan's thoughts, needing his strength. She reached for the decorated tem, the flowers were fading, but still colorful and in bloom. Samael watched her curiously, she supposed she'd be the same in his shoes. Resting the tem at his feet, she dropped to one knee. "I'm asking you, Samael, who has shown interest in me, to join me in the bonding of marriage.... and afterwards to have combat with me, to allow me to keep my status of Shakara." she said, praying her voice sounded steady. How in the world could her father ever claim this was easy? She felt numb, almost as if she was watching all of this from outside her own body, till she heard Samael's reply... yes. Yes to both. Tears formed in her eyes, but she didn't let them fall this time. -------------------------- Message 728 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Nov 14 15:40:23 1996 CST From: Morpheus (#12681) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Seduction OOC: Please note that this event takes place about 3 days before my last post: The Dreaming Part III. Morpheus sat, watching his shadow dance upon the wall as the candles burned down, slowly flickering. Sighing, he returned his attention to the lengthy title that lay within his hands: "Thurbal's Guide to Magic Theory" Unable to concentrate upon his work, Morpheus turned towards trying to understand the troubling words of Raven. Seek the servant of darkness it had told him. What was he supposed to do? He had no idea who this person was! A flickering of the candles, and a sudden chill suddenly swept into the room. Instinctively, Morph turned, sensing a sudden presence behind him. At first, he saw little but the shadows cast by the tall bookshelves of the library. Then, a slight movement caused him to look again. From the dancing shadows she emerged. Dressed Long hair, tinged with intertwining hues of blue and black Startled, Morph stumbled back slightly caught by her gaze which seemed to draw him towards her. As she moved closer with a calm, strolling gait Morph could only gaze in fascination at the skin tight leather catsuit that lined her slender frame. Along with the hints of lace that complimented the emphasizing suit, a cape of purest black seemed to swallow the dimming lights of the room's candles. Stammering, Morpheus attempted some semblance of composure and addressed her "I'm sorry. I didn't see you there.....umm...do I know you? I don't think we've met have we? I'm....umm...well....er..." Morpheus struggled as he tried to find the words to speak. It was only when she reached him, that he realized he was stammering like an idiot. She glanced at the book he had laid out on the desk and smiled at him. Morpheus felt his throat catch as he looked her in the eyes........those very beautiful eyes..... (cont. in The Seduction Part II) -------------------------- Message 729 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Nov 14 21:23:09 1996 CST From: Morpheus (#12681) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Seduction Part II Morpheus gazed upon the magnificent form of this strange woman, unable to tear his eyes from her. Her hand moved up from her side to gently touch his lips, drawing a line from his mouth down to his chest. She seemed to study him with her eyes, as though he was some kind of wonderous animal in a travelling zoo. He averted his gaze for a moment, realizing he must seem like a fool staring at her. "What is your name?" she asked softly, as she moved close and drew circles on his chest with her finger. Still spellbound, Morph could only stammer, "I am...uh...called M-m-morpheus...." "Tell me Morpheus, are you a Mage?" "Y-yes...well...umm....I'm not an association ma..well, umm I mean I umm.." Morpheus could only stammer as those eyes bored into him, searching, and probing. "Then why do you study these? Have you no teacher?" Instinctively, Morph gulped as she placed her hand on his chest. His pulse seemed to quicken in response, as did his breathing. After a long moment, he was finally able to respond coherently. "Wh-who are y-you?" he stammered. In response she drew close, until her face was near to his and he could feel the warmth of her skin on against his. "Axelle. My name is Axelle." she said as she smiled at him. Morpheus could only mouth the name silently as he gazed into her eyes. She pressed closer to him, the feeling of soft leather rubbing up against his robe. A strange heat came over him causing him to inhale deeply. "Tell me Morpheus, I am a teacher........would you like to learn? There is much I can instruct you in...." Morpheus could only stare, not knowing what to say but managing finally, to nod his head silently. As she wrapped her arms around him and drew him down to the ground, Morph's mind became a blur, overcome by the fire burning within him, and the sweet scent of Axelle's soft skin touching his. (continued in The Seduction: Part III) -------------------------- Message 730 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Nov 15 02:28:18 1996 CST From: Damien (#5729) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Shadows of the Past Damien felt a disturbing presence in the young woman's mind. A dark soul was hiding withing the currents of her spirit, trying to taint and corrupt her until it could take control. It was something quite familiar to Damien. He thought, "Hmm. This must be our late Lord of Anatol. This might be difficult." He sighed and attempted to sever the now-demonic Lord's presence from the woman's mind with a quick slashing of energies. She screamed as Damien's attack speared out, cutting into the demon residing in her vey soul. "Damn," he thought, "it's too close to her. I'll have to do this the hard way." Damien spoke softly to the woman, asking her to trust him, and then began the Working. Power coursed through the air as Damien forced the demon to manifest in the woman's mind. Damien focused, his brow furrowing as he projected his own psyche into the woman's spirit, preparing for battle on a field that Damien had not visited in decades. "It's always disturbing," Damien thought, "how well this world mirrors our own." The room looked almost the same, except for the darkly beautiful man standing before him, bat-wings flapping idlely. The former Lord of Anatol's voice rung out, dripping contempt. "You cannot win, fool. She is becoming more like me. She wishes to become more like me. Soon she will be mine!" Glancing down at himself, Damien almost laughed aloud. It was all as it had been before. The jet robes covering his dream-self, the steel mask hanging from his belt. He had returned to a role abandoned long ago. After decades of quietly biding his time, Damien let the old powers course through him. "Little demon," he said, his voice amused, tone light. "Do you understand what you face? Do you comprehend your peril? I know more of Darkness than you ever will, and I can lead this one through it." The demon snarled and raised his fist, a blade of rippling darkness forming in his fist. He charged, shouting, "You shall die, meddler! She will be mine!" Back in reality, the young woman twitched slightly. Damien spoke, seperating his mind enough to talk to the woman. "Trust me, Axelle. Let me draw upon your strength." She nodded, and Damien could feel the power flowing into him.... The demon's blade cut the air of the unreal room, hissing toward Damien. As it approached, Damien began to glow, a blinding white aura that slowed, then stopped the sword of shadows entirely. With an amused chuckle, Damien lifted the mask to his face, the cold steel seeming to come to life over his features. Damien's voice rang out, eerily metallic under the mask. "Fool, you face something beyond your comprehension. Prepre to be Bound." Suddenly a look of fear came into the Lord of Anatol's eyes. Bright bars of white light appeared with Damien's gestures, weaving into a net and hurtling toward the demon. As the net enmeshed the demon, he screamed, "WHAT ARE YOU?" Damien chuckled and moved his hands together in a crushing gesture, causing the net of energy to tighten, crushing the demon. Looking into the beautiful face of the creature, a face marred by an expression of terror, Damien chuckled. "You will never know, little demon. Goodbye." With a grasping gesture, Damien reached out as the net compressed the former Lord of Anatol into a small ball of blackness. Catching the ball in his fist, Damien faded back to reality. -------------------------- Message 731 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Nov 15 18:01:44 1996 CST From: Axelle (#9124) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *mages (#11664) Subject: Transformation - Rated R maybe :) Axelle woke in her own bed, her mind still fuzzy from sleep. She had drifted off some time late the night before...with her new lover. He must have carried her home at some point. She snuggled up in her bed, willing sleep to come again. She was ever so tired. The night before had been hellish on her - first had been Morrigan's ascension to Adept. She had gone to watch over him - to make sure that no one found out about the mark on his back...or the fact that he now served her...Oh yes, her and her Black Coven peers. A chilling smile graced her lips in the morning light. All was well in that regard. No one even suspected. Trouble had coiled its suffocating fingers around her neck when she had had to participate in the Ascension Rituals, however. She had let go of Morrigan, had severed her tie from him during the process. She hated not being in control! Damn Kynwal - he deserved the slap she gave him. Oh, but it had felt so good to touch him again, even though it was pain, she delivered. It was a good thing that Morrigan was unaware of being under taint...She laughed to herself - He cannot fight what he does not know is there. The night had progressed to an even higher level of frustration. With her overloaded syllabus, Axelle hadn't had time of late to even examine herself. Her former teacher Damien had noticed the tiredness in her eyes. Only it wasn't tiredness. Zameth's poisoned soul was slowly eating her up...And not in the good sense, the kind that made her insides quiver. The Anatol Knight had been trying to possess her...control her. Preacher had then helped her to rid herself of the demon's negative soul energies. She assisted him in the sense that she surrendered her inner energies to him, for the attack. It had been an awful experience - the visions still haunted her. The pain in her temples had been excrutiating. And then, with a pale white purst of light, it was over. She was free. And Zameth was trapped. She cursed the demon silently. It was then that she had tumbled down the stairs, on her way home. It was merely a stroke of luck that her lover happened along...and took her to his room, for rest. Axelle jumped out of bed, she had to replenish her energy quickly. As well, her libido was in need of fulfillment. She hadn't made love now in days. Dressing quickly, she planned to look for her lover and sequester him away. She chuckled to herself. She had found a very passionate one this time...Channeling the energies that still remained within her, she did a quick internal check. Electric and soul energies swirled about inside her, searching for any trace of Zameth's soul. She smiled softly. Not a trace. It was then, in the calm of the morning that her brows furrowed deeply. A seed had been planted inside her. Her hand fluttered to her belly, and she screamed. -------------------------- Message 732 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Nov 15 20:22:56 1996 CST From: Magnum (#14233) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Letter I woke up at 9:15, got dressed then went outside to check the mail. I saw a letter on the front step of my camper, so i picked it up and went inside. I opened it up and it read: Magnum, I left this at your door step. This is an invitation to a contest. A contest of your mental ability. You havebeen chosen along with some others to be in this and to us certain skills to get through it.. I can not tell you much right now, but will get hold of you later, and we'll talk about the rules, and regulations and why you were a speciasl person who was chosen and what this is all about. Go in peace. Signed Kynwal the Magus. Magnum read in awe and happiness since he never won anthing before. Know he would prove to the world he is mentally special. -------------------------- Message 733 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Nov 15 20:44:34 1996 CST From: Myst (#13170) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The journey back - Rated PG at most (fuzzy bunny territory :) ) Myst sighed as she laid her head back wearily on the ship's headrest. It had been a long week. After narrowly defeated Kai in his challenge, she had spent some time instructing others in her tribe in the ways of combat, from the experience she had gained from the Ghostwheel. She even learned a few things from her peers, making it an enjoyable experience. She had seen her sister again, ailing as she was...but she was still strong of spirit, which was good to see. A shame that willpower alone wouldn't cure her... It was with a heavy heart that she had announced to all that she had to depart again, to be with the father of her child, to repair things there now that she had repaired things at home... She had hugged her sister warmly on that last day, hoping and praying that it wasn't the last time she saw her alive. She gave her grandfather her communicator and instructed him on its use..and told him to call if anything changed. Most were sad to see her go, others said they would venture forth to this 'Ghostwheel' and see the things the she had described, and drop by to say "hello" once and a while. She grinned and wished them the best of luck. They would need it. She watched as her island village dissapeared slowly in the distance...she remembered how she had pleased her grandfather with her victory over Kai...then she chuckled slightly remembering something else. She had left him face up in the dirt for who knows how long. No doubt he had crawled away to lick his wounds and his pride. She would have to hone her skills more often... She looked at the engagement ring that sat on her finger, smiling broadly. "Soon, Devon," she promised him in her mind. "Soon we shall be together again...and I will not leave your side..." She was tempted to put in "unless my sister dies" but she decided to leave it at that.... She'd cross that bridge when she came to it. -------------------------- Message 734 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Nov 16 14:02:12 1996 CST From: Elendil (#2237) To: Elendil (#2237), *submariners (#8388), and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Part II Elendil's eyes were open, but he did not see. The silmaril lay black and cold on his bloody brow, yet in its depths a faint light shone, pulsing. Slowly, the faint pulses grew weaker and slower, and then they ceased. Elendil found himself on a narrow, ragged gravel path that sloped down before him. On either side of the path lay only vague greyness, and without thinking he began to walk mechanically, one foot in front of the other, descending down the rough path. A great weariness seemed to force him down the path, bending his shoulders and sending aching tremors down his arms and chest. The trail seemed to have no direction other than its downwards slope, meandering about and often seeming to double back on itself. The vagueness of it finally seemed to wash over him, and with a shuffle he halted and slowly drew himself upright. "Where am I?" He asked, who had never before been lost. Even as the words passed his lips voices drifted out of the mist around him. They seemed to be snippets of conversations that he felt he should know, yet the speakers were invisible and the words distorted as if from a great distance. A rough man's voice, ragged and raw as if from great effort, "Hurry! The gate, the gate has fallen! To the keep! Ride!" An old woman's voice, suffused with a soft pride, "Take this medallion, that you may remember your people on your travels." A gentle woman's voice, choked with sadness, yet icy as an autumn sea, "My son....my son, your sister....she asks for you. Haste, she...she has not much time." A strong man's voice, crackling with hate, "Come on then, fish-man! I will see what strange ichor flows beneath your blue skin!" Elendil sensed that he should know what lay beyond the words, yet they washed over him without catching, and he remained alone among the whispers. A crunch of gravel raised his head. Elendil looked wearily down the slope, and out of the mist appeared a single figure. Clad in a belted tabard of blue-green seaweed fiber adorned with a symbol of a mailed fist, over a knee- length suit of sea-shell scale-mail, the tall submariner man began climbing slowly up the slope. A dozen feet away he halted, and their eyes met. The veil before Elendil's eyes receded a bit, and his voice was a sigh, "Father...." The man nodded slightly, his face expressionless, and he stretched forth his hand, which suddenly held a long slender javelin. Yet even as he did so his form flickered, and across it was super-imposed another image, that of his father as he had last seen him, gaping wounds, eyes shut in the fastness of death, death that refused to relax his battle-clenched teeth or the rigid forearms and hands that gripped the shattered haft of his war-axe. Elendil shook his head. "No, father," he whispered, "I cannot join you. I am not worthy." The man's hand opened and the black javelin dropped even as he disappeared. It fell agonizingly slowly, yet Elendil seemed powerless to react. Even as it touched the ground the form of the weapon swirled and it grew upright, forming itself into the shape of a man clad in dusty leathers. Elendil knew him, he was the first person he had encountered when he had left the undying ocean to scout the dry lands, and their meeting had changed him forever. The man shouted something in an alien tongue and leaped at him, hands swinging a rusty broadsword before him in vast humming strokes. Elendil back-pedalled up the slippery slope, clawing at his belt for his great mace. Yet in his hands suddenly was a round silver shield and a small obsidian maul, and his armor seemed to weigh several tons. The gravel twisted beneath his feet and he fell, the maul skittering out of his grasp and away from him. Desperately he drew the shield over him, but with a jarring blow the broadsword struck his abdomen and bit deeply, goring him. Even as blackness washed over him a detached portion of he snarled, "Lies! I slew you and two of your kin rather than give up my weapons like a coward! Leave me be!" The pain in his stomach ceased as suddenly as it had begun, and the man disappeared. Elendil slowly sat up. On the ground where the man had been was a crumpled form. Slowly he walked over to her, for it was a woman, little more than a girl. Her long dress was bright with blood, and the eyes she turned slowly towards him were grey and clouded, the unseeing eyes of the Touched. He knelt beside her, and she painfully grasped his wrist with a small hand. "Elendil....Elendil," she gasped, blood bubbling from her lips, "Why..why did you leave....you left...left me..left me to die." He shook his head in denial, yet tears that he had never been able to shed undersea were bright on his cheeks, but she could not see. "The....lizard-men came....they came and...and I could not...find...the way out...without you..." Before he could answer she quivered and then lay still. He stood. He stood, and a great rage burned deep within him, growing greater with every passing second. Suddenly he roared, head thrown back, fists clenched so hard the blood fled and the nails bit deep into his palms. He roared with loss until his strength left him, yet his rage did not abate. Instead it was replaced with icy anger, and he sought about him in the mist for his tormenter like a madman. Seeing nothing, he sneered through his tears, and issued his challenge, "It is true. The truth! The aesirs broke our line and my place was with my Lord at the gate. I could not make it there in time and bring my sister to safety as well, so I left her. I left her to die and I knew it! It was my fault! My fault! At the gate we reformed and once the aesirs finished their slaughter in the village they met us there and we fought them to a stand-still and then threw them back, driving them down the slopes in fear-stricken waves. Yet that will not change how she died, alone, in pain, and overcome with fear. And yet I would do it again. Do you hear? I would do it again!" The mist around him cleared as if he had stood in a cloud that was whisked away by a brisk wind. On all sides the ground sloped away from him, and spread out before him was a vast land. Tiny cities glittered like gems in the darkness of forests and deserts, and beyond came the call of the restless sea. Up from the land a shape was winging. At first he thought it was a great drake, yet as it drew closer he sensed it was something even greater and more profound. The being shimmered with radiant light, deep golden and blue across its body, spreading to fiery orange and flickering red at the edges of its vast feathered wings. The great eagle soared towards him and just as it passed over his head Elendil spoke, humbled, no longer in defiance, but merely in acceptance. "I would do it again." Blackness engulfed him and he was falling, down towards that vast land. His crimes and good deeds surrounded him, each with a certain weight, and he shouldered them all. The blackness changed slightly, and cool water rushed across his gills, and he knew then that he was alive. Reborn. -------------------------- Message 735 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Nov 16 14:04:11 1996 CST From: Baltisaar (#10734) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Posted in the R/T Lounge and DarkReach Tower. (OOC: I'm not a graphic artist, so please forgive, eh? ::grin::) You are cordially invited to the Handfasting of: Lovinia Tremondeaux & Baltisaar Cordath Place: Sacred Grove, Village of Drach'nal Date: (OOC: Today, Saturday, November 16th, 1996) Time: (OOC: 10pm EST) -------------------------- Message 736 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Nov 16 14:11:05 1996 CST From: Robitham (#14270) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Sensei and The spellsong (chapter 5) Robitham stood in the hallway of the Masonry Guild Chapterhouse.. he looked around, frowning, "This place is dull he said," and laughed "Akane has eluded me, and the Adept who people call 'The Morrigan' stopped me from searching for him..." He shook his head, chuckling "The one named Dierdriu did not wish for the dragon person to attack me knowing good and well that's what I wanted.. yes, when they attack, they boost their precious little ego, which is what the rider wanted to prove.. that he could beat an old man.. ooo I'd be so proud of him.. attacking an unarmed old man.." he laughed, and continued down the steps, and out of the MGC... he walked along t he cemetary stones, and noticed the Stones so beautiful and clean, he knocked one over with a blast of air, and laughed, "foolish people, I will get my revenge on them, starting with the Magistra Alluvia.. by Raiden I will..." and he walked towards the sunset, fingering the hilt of Icebreaker... [To be continued] ~*Akane*~ -------------------------- Message 737 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Nov 16 22:59:11 1996 CST From: Axelle (#9124) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Soft chimes in her head Axelle wandered off from the gathering, the sound of her fork clinking against her glass, a constant echoing in her head. She had gone to the handfasting to see what it would be like...All other weddings she had ever been to had been in Russia. And back then, she was too young to even comprehend love or the meaning of union. But now, now that emotions seemed to be pooling in her heart - the temptation to go and see, to perhaps participate in the joy...What was happening to her? Her thoughts drifted to her lover. She was falling in love with him and it was changing her somewhat. She had met Baltisaar through ascension ceremonies previously. She had talked to Lovinia but once ever! Axelle's brows furrowed as she walked home speedily. This affection she nurtured within her for her lover - it had to be fought. She would not turn into some sappy, weak female. And then her hand fluttered to her stomach. With a sigh she realized that the possibility of a romantic relationship with her new lover might not even ever occur...How would he feel about another man's seed in her womb? A silent tear raced down her cheek. Oh, as much as she denied wanting the happiness she saw tonight in the newlywed's eyes...deep down she knew she was lying to herself. -------------------------- Message 738 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Nov 17 08:02:19 1996 CST From: Axelle (#9124) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Lovers Axelle was out for a drink when she bumped into Moonheart. They were alone in the lounge and so she approached the subject of being pregnant. The SwordMage had been a lover of hers in the past...But no, he could not be the father of her child. Their coupling had been too long ago, and on top of that, his blade made him sterile. Later that same night, she ran into Theseus, another former lover. The baby might very well be his. They sequestered themselves at DarkReach and discussed it. Axelle would go through each and every one of her past lovers till she could figure out who the real babyfather was...narrowing down the list. -------------------------- Message 739 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Nov 17 16:35:52 1996 CST From: Tadewi (#3791) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Rated PG-13. Tadewi lifted Morwen into her arms, settling the tiny babe against her chest. With her free hand, she checked her backpack, making sure all her belongings were contained inside. She was not taking anything from Morrigan's tower, nothing but what she had brought with her in the first place. Joline stood behind her, holding her son, Ash's, hand tightly. The young maidservant's face was creased with worry and fear. Tadewi nodded to her, "We had better go before he returns. I will not live like this any longer..." With that, they fled into the Wastelands, Tadewi's mare, Stormchaser trotting behind them. -------------------------- Message 740 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Nov 17 19:14:05 1996 CST From: Alluvia (#12737) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: pg-13 Alluvia awoke with a scream... her own body almost too tired to sit... the fatigue overwhelming. She had held that vile devil's serpent in her power.... threatening him, crushing him slowly... but not completely. He had gone to far... Threatening. Taunting... Berating her..her friends. He had not listened.. had kept on his usual hatred. And she had lost herself after the treatment had gone to far. She looked up as Yggidrasil shook her... "Alluvia wake up... He has Etan.. Robitham has Etan.." The words to her seemed far off, strange.. Why she held her son in her arms, making sure the exhaustion had not made her fall to fast to the ground before it overcame her.. That vision flew in again.. How she saw his eyes, fearful, yet his words still spoke of defiance.. She heard her child's cry, far off in her ears... then closer. And Robitham's own voice.. close to her ears as she took the child from her, screaming, her body too weak to stop the attack. Her heart shuddered... "I should have killed him," Her mind flooded with the ways... slowly, unconciously her body followed in her mind's plan... she made her way to the helicopter, in blind search of the man who held her child. "I will find him. " She thought... "No more will this continue.." Her eyes focused slightly, still clouded with tears as she went off to chose his location..... *more to come..* -------------------------- Message 741 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Nov 17 21:53:50 1996 CST From: Griffen (#9676) To: *submariners (#8388) and *Storylines (#5236) My fellow Submariners: I have left you some time ago as you might well know, sick of the war and ceaseless, illogical strife that was upon us. I have seen recent actions around here that make me fear for the safety of the race. So let it be known: I will continue to live amongst the peace and tranquility of my beloved grotto, for long I have thought that we are a breed of artisans, of poets, of philosophers, and of heroes. Not of killers. But I will return to the Reach on occasion, if I am still wanted. For I have learned that I cannot simply exist alone, bereft of my people. For I am both needing of them as they are needing of me. I have heard of sighting of Elendil under the cool waters. Let us all pray for his safety. Sylph, my heart still yearns for your touch. Let it also be known that I have heard a race of mariners that go by the name of pirate. That have forsaken the Reach as I have in the past, but have turned to thievery and knavery instead of the peaceful respites I sought. It has reached me of the disgruntled nature of their previous leader, Demon, who seems to have forsaken once more his calling. But know this: one cannot speak for many, so much I have learned. There are those who still name themselves pirates. And as I once was a knight-defender of the Reach, so too will I continue to defend my people when I see fit. Beware, those who would seek chaos in this land of Meloth's blessing. Thus I have spoken. Griffen of the Grotto Once Deep Scout and Knight Defender of the Coral Reach -------------------------- Message 742 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Nov 17 22:20:06 1996 CST From: Alluvia (#12737) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: pg-13 (not graphically violent, but somepeople don't like kid abductions) pt 2.... Alluvia stood confused and bewildered, ... she had trekked for Robitham through the many parts of this land with no avail... Upon her return to the R/T, she saw eyes in the shadows. Eyes that watched her, as a laughing solitiary form came to meet her. Alluvia gasped slightly.... calling for her son.... Robitham merely laughed, a dry, cold sickning laugh that pounded into Alluvia's mind.. She remembered this laugh as she looked down at her son now.. finally returned.... Robitham smiled as he looked onto distraught face... As he heard her pleads...Alluvia thought of the ache that she had felt... first the instinctual wanting... then the anger... how she had wanted to rip this man to shreds.... He was to use her son... as a battery, taking his soul.. to become powerful.. all powerful. His voice flashed through her ears... resonating... she rememberd his words...how he laughed... if he was destroyed he would kill the child, taking him farther than the eagle's talons. She recalled her own blood curdling scream... her own blood the affected party. She remembers the flood of emotions that seemed to pour through .. how she herself had fallen to her knees, begging to be taken... begging to die, if her child was to die... to die with him. Robitham's laughter. The other voices that had been there... some soothing, some enraged... the Magister Theseus, who seemed to find this whole experience of intruige... they all seemed to meld together as one...... As she looked again at her sleeping son, she realized all was still not well...... The fight had errupted so quickly... before she could stop ... before she could say a word... Yggidrasil had struck him, despite Robitham's warnings... that he would kill the child... destroy it's tiny life. Her frantic pursuit was of no use.... Yggidrasil escaped so quickly, leaving her behind... only knowing what was to become...... The thought ran through her mind as she held Etan.... Still in a half daze.... a fright....... Everything had become a blur.. Time seemed to stop, until she heard the consoling voice of Myst... They had found him... Robitham.. He was dead. Yggidrasil had found her screaming son... The spell to take his soul... going so terribly wrong. Robitham's own soul being sucked inside the tiny infant... scared by the child's own fright. How she had found the child crying, feeling it was not only him... but rather, Robitham's own soul deep inside her son. The thought scared her now as she looked into Etan's face. His own calmer, a face she wished she could duplicate. The Adept Moonheart had told her the trapped soul inside the tiny body could be freed... by him... and her own motherly touch... Her eyes closed, holding the child in her arms, fear still running through her, causing her body to shake uncontrollably. She was scared... More than she had been in her lifetime... Scared, and broken.. -------------------------- Message 743 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Nov 17 22:21:31 1996 CST From: Alluvia (#12737) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: erg been on the last line -------------------------- Message 744 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Nov 18 01:40:30 1996 CST From: Dexter (#14882) To: *Storylines (#5236) Dexter wondered about the people looking at him when he was talking in the R/T round room. The woman with the book writing madly as he spoke, Dexter telling stories about talking cows and people who could fire a gun and hit things almost 1000 meters away. His friend Sati kept coming by, waving at him and saying hello. God it was good to see her again, Dexter thought. Thoughtfully sipping his water, he was thankful that he remembered to wear his pants since Yggidrasil was around. Nice kid, but much too naive. Mebbe a night in N'Orleans would do him good. Or give him a heart-attack. Badbad. And the voices. The ghostly presence of an executioner bird flying before him, murmuring something about old television programs and talking in Dexter's father's voice. He hated it when that happened. Most people would think he was... There's Sati again. Wow, I haven't seen her in ages. Maybe I only need some sleep. But when I sleep, they come for me again... -------------------------- Message 745 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Nov 18 08:37:00 1996 CST From: Morpheus (#12681) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Seduction Part III Morpheus sighed as he looked down upon the sleeping form of Axelle, who lay dormant upon the study table of the Darkreach library. Gently he ran his hand over her naked body, admiring its soft, silky feel against his skin. A faint light crept slowly into the room as the dawn made its way over the horizon. His heart pounded as he remembered how she had pulled him to the floor, meshing her lips against his and caressing his tongue with her own. Her hands hand grasped at the hem of his robe, sliding it over his head and off of his body, leaving him unclothed. Not that he had been the only one unclothed of course, for immediately after she had teasingly stripped away her own clothing as one might peel a piece of fruit. At first he had been quite awkward. In his old life, he had never committed himself to such an act. But Axelle had been more than skilled enough for both of them. She guided him in carefully and showed him how to caress her body in ways that felt very, very good. When he had entered her for the first time, it had been like magic. The air around them had seemed thicker, almost alive with a passion that dulled the senses. So much so, that he had not even felt her carve into his back with the fingernails of her right hand. Frowning as he remembered the moment, Morpheus glanced at his shoulder. Where her nails had carved him, he noticed a series of lines burned deep into his skin in the form of an inverted pentegram..... (Continued in Part IV) -------------------------- Message 746 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Nov 18 08:59:39 1996 CST From: Morpheus (#12681) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Seduction Part IV (last one! I promise!!) Intrigued by the strange brand upon his shoulder, Morpheus closed his eyes and extended his consciousness beyond its usual boundaries, probing for the threads of magic. A feeling of darkness swept through him as Morpheus felt the brand, and suddenly he felt very hot, as though his skin burned. With a cry of alarm, he stumbled over the edge of the table upon which he he and Axelle had slept, and landed flat on his rear end. Axelle, awakened by the noise, rolled over to gaze at him as he scrambled to his feet. "What is this?" he demanded as he pointed to the brand. Axelle smiled as she sat up into a half kneeling, half sitting position. A sudden wave of desire swept over him as he beheld her naked form, and for a moment his questions were forgotten, drowned in the desire to.... Morpheus shook his head as regained his senses. A sudden realization came to him..... "Are you the servant of darkness?" he blurted. Axelle cocked an eye at his question and shifted into a cross-legged sitting position, seemingly unaware of what she exposed in the process. "Why? Do you seek darkness?" she asked curiously. Morpheus shuffled uncomfortably, "I was told by someone that I should seek the Servant of Darkness......whoever that might be..." Axelle seemed to consider his words for a moment. "No, I am not The Servant of Darkness. To find him, you must search the wastes.....for his grave." Morpheus nodded, there could be no mistaking Axelle's meaning. It was Embryon that he sought......or his grave. Quietly, Morpheus began to collect his clothes and dress himself when he noticed Axelle looking expectantly at him. She made no effort to dress herself. Morpheus tried to speak as he dressed, but could not find the words. A strange compulsion called him to the wastes, and yet another drove him to drop his clothes and make passionate love to Axelle for the second time. "I am sorry milady..." he said quietly as he finished clothing himself and walked quietly from the tower. As he descended the stairs of the tower Morpheus pondered his future, and wondered why the brand on his shoulder continued to burn like the hottest of suns...... -------------------------- Message 747 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Nov 19 13:06:09 1996 CST From: Red-Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Divorce and a new beginning Red wasn't expecting it, nor had anything in his life prepared him for Tempest's storm.. Fits of jealiousy and hate she raged on at him.. He's never cheated on her, only the occastional flirt. She wanted something else though.. A man who would pamper and jump to her every need. Not a free spirit. So she left him throwing her ring into the fire.. Never to be seen again. Devestated and in pain, Red did no venture forth for some time, then like divine intervention he happened on a old friend and love.. Remembrance still looked as lovely as the day he last saw her, her eyes still showed the pain from his leaving her. They talked and parted ways again.. As time went on they met more frequently.. Then she introduced the boy to him, Alexander was quite the little soldier.. Raise proper from his mother.. He was Red's son. Red was happy to take them both under his care again, he was well to do and wanted to be part of his sons life. So they live now together working towards tomorrow and letting yesterday slip into the shadows of time. OOC: Well, figured it was time I posted about all this stuff.. Tempest is gone and prolly won't ever play here again.. She was only here to watch over me anyhow. Red and Rem go way back and were together before Tempest came over, that is when the child was concieved. Goes back to the good ol Chaos days when Red was the top dog on the block. -------------------------- Message 748 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Nov 19 13:49:40 1996 CST From: Tadewi (#3791) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Rated PG-13 (May be some adult themes, dunno just yet) Tadewi sat up in bad, clapping a hand over her mouth to silence a scream. The nightmare shattered, disappearing into the folds of her mind to soon be nothing but a distant, hazy memory. She looked around wildly and sighed in relief, she was home, in the Maison, back in her room, The Crimson Chamber. Morwen slept peacefully in her crib, but she'd be hungry soon. Perhaps it was instinct that woke Tadewi so early. Morwen had a very set schedule. Memories of the past two months flickered in and out of her mind, but she pushed them away. The pain was there, would always be there, but she would survive. All her life she'd been in and out of bad situations, and each one she gained strength from afterward. This time would be no different. Thoughts of her husband... soon to be ex-husband, and the divorce she had asked for creeped in then. Her head slowly drifted down into her hands as the tears started down her face. She would survive, but healing this wound would take time. She wondered if she would ever be able to love or trust again. -------------------------- Message 749 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Nov 19 15:21:47 1996 CST From: Akane (#14270) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: nightmares (aftermath of Spellsong TP) Akane turned restlessly in his bed, his thoughts lingering on the events that went on that night.. how Robitham has turned into a visage of the Former Magus Embyron himself.. He could, in his mind, feel Robitham's last actions, before he entered the small body of Alluvia's Child, Etan.. he could not help feeling all this was his fault, his use of the spellsong may have brought Robitham back, and who knows what Etan is going through now, since the spirit of hatred Robitham is inside him.. Akane awoke with a start, as a crackle of lightning hit the street outside his apartment.. A figure was out there, his eyes a glow with unearthly energies, Akane flung the window open, but when he looked again, he saw nothing... "Strange.." he murmured, how that man just seemed to 'come down' in that lightning, and he walked back to his bed, falling to the floor with a thump, asleep, before he reached the bed... Spellsong humming a faint blue in the corner. {To Be continued} ~*Akane*~ -------------------------- Message 750 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Nov 19 21:31:06 1996 CST From: Czynahn (#16898) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Eva Domina Czynahn paced her master's lush chambers as he slept, his body curled beneath the satin sheets of the enormous bed. Her restlessness was beginning to get the better of her, and her dreams had become crossed with strange memories. She wished idly for a window, for the night air, the calling of ravens... anything to cease the images flashing through her mind at such a blinding pace. 'How much can one learn in one night,' she whispered against the black silence of the chamber, 'how much am I expected to know?' She kicked at her satchel, lying still on the plush carpeting. There was some relief that Astaroth still slept, as she well may have shaken his confidence in her with her midnight ramblings. She laced her arms across her breasts, scowling at nothing in particular. With a flash, many things dove into her conciousness, as she fought back the urge to sleep. The face of the serpent, its subversive hiss. Those words it had spoken which had shaped what she had become. 'Eva Domina,' echoed through the swirling chaos dwelling in her mind. None of that had changed, she knew. She was no different than when she had come here. Granted, she had learned to take up arms, and why she might, in such a place and time, have call to do so. That was nothing unexpected. To wield they what have power, if she could not have it for her own. That, perhaps... was the paradox. They had, in their way, been too damnably kind to her. Something fought within her to avoid the accustomed treacheries for reasons other than fear or deception. In another time, she might have cursed herself for her own foolishness, and settled into a deceptive embrace... and yet, here she stood, sleepless. She looked down at her blackened hands, remembering how she had suffered to come here, the last step. 'You will be marked,' they had said. This was nothing new. She began to wonder, as she felt the rise of morning through her internal rhythyms, if indeed her markings would be something none of them had anticipated, herself least of all. Czynahn stalked to the bed, settling herself at its edge. She looked down on the sleeping face of her master, and kissed him lightly on the forehead. She slipped beneath the sheets beside him, and half-heartedly cursed herself for caring for him so. -------------------------- Message 751 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Nov 20 01:38:32 1996 CST From: Timber (#9805) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Rememberings Softly across the rocks and sands came the low, sweet music of a flute, lilting and carefree one moment, mournful and soft another. Sitting out at the very tip of Finger Rock was a lone figure, the source of the music. Occassionally the figure would lower the flute and look toward the skies, eyes searching. After a time, the head would lower and sweet music would again drift across the rocks. The sun set and the music continued as the moon rose behind the solitary figure, outlining her in icy light. The music finally stops and the figure rises gracefully. A soft voice travels across the stillness of night, "Grandfather, what shall I do?" The only answer heard is that of the ocean gently washing against the rocks below her. Carefully she traverses the rocky point, fading into the shadows to the east. -------------------------- Message 752 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Nov 20 08:21:32 1996 CST From: Morpheus (#12681) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Contemplations Morpheus sat, watching the sands ebb and swirl about him he pondered the latest developments in his life. Within the span of two weeks, his heart had been torn in different directions. First with Axelle, and then with his beloved mentor. The sound of beating wings proclaimed Raven's presence as Morpheus sat silently. "YOU ARE TROUBLED." stated Raven as it perched upon his shoulder. Morpheus nodded and said nothing as he continued to stare at the sands. "YOU FACE A TEST SEER. THREE PATHS SHALL YOU SEE. ONE PATH MUST YOU CHOOSE." Morpheus said nothing, and after a moment the flapping of Raven's wings could be heard again, leaving Morph alone once more. Closing his eyes, he looked out into the ethereal world of spirit with The Sight and pondered the coming tide. -------------------------- Message 753 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Nov 20 16:44:31 1996 CST From: Morpheus (#12681) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Lingering Morpheus sighed as he felt the shoulder where Axelle had touched him for the last time. Sighing, he reflected that at least he was no longer branded. A strange sadness however, filled him as he contemplated Axelle. He had met her in the R/T lounge where she had accused him of leaving her. What could he say? He could not possibly relay the compulsion he had felt when driven to meet his destiny as a Seer. Eventually, she had enspelled him into sleep and removed him to her quarters elsewhere. Although regretful, she removed the brand from him, and deep within him, a part of himself had mourned its lost. Quietly reflecting, Morpheus realized that had he and she met in a different time....they would have been so much more than lovers. As he parted from her, he had left one last, lingering kiss upon her forehead A brand that would haunt them both for the rest of their lives. A sudden thought surfaced in him as he briefly contemplated the revelation of her pregnancy to him. He could not part the veil that covered the child, and for some reason, Raven would not aid him in reading its future in the eternal pattern. As he watched the sun set on the entrance to Timber's cave, he bowed his head and lamented the loss of a beloved, and cursed the Raven's destiny.... -------------------------- Message 754 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Nov 20 16:57:04 1996 CST From: Axelle (#9124) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Good Bye (Rated PG 13?) Her body had stiffened upon seeing him again. He had stood there in the Round Room, a bloodied bandage over his eyes. For a long moment, a certain feeling of satisfaction crossed her heart. She was still spiteful for the way in which he had left her...wanting. She moved quickly to the Lounge, needing a gin even more so now. It wasn't a few moments before Morpheus followed her in. She had known somehow that he would. The scar she had left him with, burned...compelled him to her. He pleaded with her to remove that same mark, speaking about the path in which he had come to follow. Thoughts of the seed within her swirled about inside her head. The seed burned in her belly. She ignored his pleas. It wasn't until his tears of blood sprinkled on to the flesh of her arm that compassion filled her. He had crumpled to the ground weeping. Her hand fluttered to her belly as she cradled his head in her arms. She could not allow him to suffer so. And if he was the father of her child...she had to make sure that she strengthened him. The mark seemed to bother him too much...like a hindrance. He fainted in her arms then. So, she took him home with her. She would free him She could not bring herself to invoke a tantric spell to remove the mark. Thoughts of her lover consumed her mind - she would not lie with another. As well, the unfinished feelings between herself and Morpheus should not be awakened. What they had shared in DarkReach...she would leave it sacred. It was a heart-wrenching experience for Axelle. Despite her having felt scorn from this lover...she did care for him. It wasn't anything like the new love that made her heart soar...but it was warming. Now it was over. Her energy flowed through her body and Morpheus' as well. Hands clamped to his shoulder, the black magic burned away the scar...leaving it as it was the first time she had had the pleasure of tasting his flesh. He was free. And then it was over. And he was gone. Axelle sat down atop her bed and the tears she cried coursed down her cheeks like a hot river. She didn't know what she would do lest Morpheus was her babyfather. He knew about the seed. Did he care at all? She hugged her knees to her chest and sobbed for a long while, till dark shadows creeped across her room. In her mind, her past lover's voice echoed... If you remember me... Remember I was a man once... A man that loved you... Only one that will haunt us till the end of days. Goodbye Axelle...the man still loves you... Goodbye beloved... Axelle whispered into the darkened room, "Good Bye Morpheus", over and over. The energy glimmered around her, bathing her in its comforting embrace. By evening, the pain was gone. And she too was free. -------------------------- Message 755 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Nov 21 04:19:06 1996 CST From: Dexter (#14882) To: *Storylines (#5236) Dexter took his morning constitutional, walking about Woods Hole, admiring the seashore and the seagulls. A soft breeze played through his flaming red hair, memories of the past rushing over him like a cool stream. He mused aloud, "Yup, about now would be a good time to go a-huntin'" and went about procuring a shuttle. After much carnage and crystal collecting, he found his way to the R/T Lounge. The people fighting there, mages, "Heh," he thought, "What would those psionics have to argue about, why don't they just think happy thoughts at each other and forget their worries." Sati sat by the fireplace, looking mighty pissed. Unfortunately, she was not forthcoming on why. The tense talking grew in volume, the cold, blank stare from his friend making him feel small. A voice started, "Deeeexter... Deeeexter... You know it's all your fault. Why even bother.". Another joined in chorus, the voice of the executioner bird that still sat over his bed, "Hey-hey Dexter, if only you hadn't of gone into that box, you could've stopped the Cataclysm." The fighting filled his ears, images of people who were alive to him a mere 6 months ago flashing in his mind, now they're just artifacts and pieces inside some bizarre wasteland reliquary. Their items prolly in some museum in the ruins of Europe. "Oz, gimme a whiskey" he said in a low voice. With each drink, the voices went away. The people fighting became laughable. Something about puddles and ladie's rooms came up... But the voices stopped, everything was quiet. When he awoke with a raging headache, he staggered back to the shuttle bay. Everything was quiet now, his mind calm again. Back at Wood's Hole, he didn't notice the sun shining on his face, his arm gleaming in the light casting bars of light on the sand and over the leaves of the short palms. He just wanted to get back, back in his bed with the pillow pulled tight over his head for when the nightmares started again. The door just beeped angrily at him, it certainly wasn't his day. "At least it's not raining." he thought as the first drop fell on his shoulder. -------------------------- Message 756 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Nov 21 09:12:55 1996 CST From: Smoke (#11265) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Rated G Smoke moved trough the temple, her footsteps echoed as she moved from room to room. She felt Kzins presents here, but she knew deep down he was not going to return. Standing alone in the small corner room she picked up her shotgun and katana off the floor, Yggy had given the katana to her that afternoon, a gift he said, from The Morrigan. Running the blade slowly over her thumb, the razor sharpness cutting into her tender flesh, blood flowing freely down her hand and forearm, but she felt no pain, all she could think of was that bitch, the beastmaster, taunting Kzin with lies, insinuating that she was Karee. In her minds eye she could see them together and at that moment everything she had felt for Kzin was gone, flowing out of her like the blood from her thumb. Walking back to the main room of the temple, she pulled open the doors and stepped into the night air, "never again" she muttered to herself. Brushing the tears from her eyes, she hailed a ship back to Toosay Island, falling into bed exhausted and torn, only to dream of death and revenge.... -------------------------- Message 757 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Nov 21 13:06:20 1996 CST From: Alluvia (#12737) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Rated pg-13 Rajen's hand came over his student's lifeless form in the garden... "Alluvia.... Alluvia awaken my child..." His words were calm and collected, much the opposite of his student. Alluvia's eyes opened, facing the garden's green grass under her, a flood of confusion passing against her.... "Rajen?" She called wearily to her teacher... closing her eyes again, mumbling with confusion. She remembers falling here in the garden, after the dissagreement... no the quarrel with The Morrigan. She remembers.... Alluvia thought for a moment, mind drifting away... to the night when the Magister Damien had healed her son... The lights flowing... killing the spirit within his tiny form... :Etan.... where is Etan?: she thought.. Rajen spoke then, "he is here Alluvia. in my arms.... I knew you would call for him when you awoke..." Alluvia turned to face her teacher, looking up at him, squinting her eyes from the glare of the sun. Etan slept softly in her teacher's arms.. a sleep she herself longed for. Her mind swam back again... thinking of how Etan had screamed when Robithams spirit stood before him.. Damien merely smiling... confident behind that strange mask. Thoughts ran through her.... : He is safe.... No more of this pain...He is safe. Isn't he? : She was begining to doubt her own knowledge.. And now... her teacher had come again... to ask if she felt it time to go away..Alluvia smiled to herself... whispering "peace". Rajen watched her... holding her son... deeply worried, unknowing what had completely happened to his student... Alluvia's mind swam again to her husband... as he left. Oh she was indeed knowing such a thing would befall... She remembered everything... Each person met... each sorrow felt... Each happiness gained... :Happiness... where is Happiness?:... Rajen stood... looking for a moment..concentrating to himself... "Alluvia... Come home.... There is much yet I can teach you... And I will find a way... to bring you back...if that is what you miss..But I do fear you are loosing yourself with this place..." He held her son carefully.. looking to him... "Let me help you my daughter. So you in turn can help your son. You need peace again.." Again she regained to the present... hearing the words.... almost unconciously lifting herself to stand at her teacher's side.... a faint compliance.. "Yes teacher...Peace..", fell from her lips. She knew this was the right way.. She knew this was the peace. And she indeed was promised a way back. Her heart no longer felt torn.., instead it became hopeful again. She would learn more that her teacher could indeed teach... and her son would find his way, her steady hand guiding. Her teacher aiding. Alluvia closed her eyes to the gardens on the Mount... closed her eyes to this land's hate. She would concentrate on Antriol now. Perhaps, her calling would be to here again, a new stronger woman. Or perhaps she would go to find another land, she did not know. The Roundness would protect her.. and she would be safe. This peace would make her whole again. Alluvia smiled as she took Rajen's hand... their forms begining to fade into the air... moving homeward. -------------------------- Message 758 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Nov 21 13:24:26 1996 CST From: Avolent (#16572) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: rated-pg-13 Avolent awoke near Kzin's sleeping form, naked near her own. She could not bear to depart after they had finally come to cross again. It had been so long... and she had missed him so much. Her lips lightly moved against his cheek.. Floods of memories flowing in like rain. "You have learned a lot Avo.." She thought to herself. She was not the reckless wonder in so many ways as she had been. She had tried very hard to forget that life.. But she could not forget all of it. She could not forget Kzin, her friendships, Strafe, Cheetah.. Apocalypse. Her head hit the pillow softly... thinking back to all she had done before. Before she left all of them with no trace of her body. Each part of her had changed. The volumes of her writings had been like one overflowing journal. Some devoted entirely to those she cared for. Others to ways of change. Her mentallity had changed, but her love did not. She looked to Kzin again, a slight bit of worry creasing her brow. He had talked of so many things living within him... controlling him.. Yet he did not show this with his eyes. They were soft.. compassionate, loving as always. "Would he still feel for me as he had? When we made love in the darkness... How he had loved me.." She looked at her own changes. Realizing that they were externial, unreal. She still held her love for him... that was Karee. Avolent smiled to herself, her body moulding into Kzin's sleeping warmness. "I am Karee... " she whispered.."And I am home again.." -------------------------- Message 759 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Nov 21 15:02:22 1996 CST From: Axelle (#9124) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Dying of the Light A chilling wind whipped about their bodies, its faint whistle drowned out by the flapping of their capes. A blind man would think that a flock of feathered beasts were near. A full moon swam lazily in the black sky, speckles of indigo and crimson giving relief to the darkness. There was nary a star in the sky and the four figures stood in silence for a long time. They then began to walk, almost as if in unspoken agreement. They headed towards the sea. It wasn't until they reached a rocky ledge that one of them spoke. The voice seemed almost a whisper, though it echoed out over the water. The other three figures moved quickly, and they all formed a circle, hands clasped tightly. Numb fingers entwined began to heat almost instantly. Energy flowed through the group, swirling about inside them. The voice spoke again, more commanding this time...and two figures broke from the link, moving to stand aside. The speaker faced the remaining figure, with a cold, frightening smile. The voice came again, filling the group's ears with its words. It spoke of life mainly, almost rambling on about the irony of it. The main jist of the speech - the theme so to speak, concerned the need for death, so that there could be life. And in the darkness, a hand raised, bathed in pale moonlight. The two figures that had hovered to the side drew their weapons. A flurry of motion ensued, until one figure layed crumpled on the bed of jagged rocks. The speaker stood there, watching it all, with tears that froze in the cold air. The two figures then stripped the still form of all its possessions...and pitched the body into the churning sea. They all stood in silence once more, then, looking out over the water. Minutes passed and the mourning was over. The shadowed figures walked back the way they came. The wind followed them this time, like a helpful current. They only stopped once...so that two of the figures could wash the blood from their hands. Tiny trails of red pinkened the water a tad, rushing back and forth with the tide until it was no more. It was hours later that another two figures came upon the same path, and found their way to the cliff. Their gait was slow, relaxed - it was a mere stroll for them. The wind had gentled in the time elapsed, though the sky had darkened somewhat. A glittering object wedged between two rocks caught one of their attentions. , one of them said. The two figures searched the area then and came upon more things that had belonged to the Adept. Frowns and furrowed brows were barely visible in the moonlight. They gathered all they could, things that had been hastily left behind. The two figures weeped as they executed their chore, averting their eyes from the tell-tale blood, crusting over on the rocks. The two figures returned to their homes, devastated. The first two minions were, at the same time, soundly asleep. The speaker lied in bed as well...carefully planning for life. >From death, there would come life. And that was good. -------------------------- Message 760 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Nov 21 15:50:54 1996 CST From: Devon (#13677) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Announcement just about everywhere, so everyone heard it! ;) You are hereby invited to the wedding of Devon & Myst the wedding will be held in The Green in the village of Drach'nal Armed members of the party will be dealed with extreme prejudice, so leave 'em in your homes the Wedding will be held OOCly Sunday night at 7 30 EST 6 30 CST 5 30 MST and 4 30 PST Hope to see everyone there, toodles! -------------------------- Message 761 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Nov 21 18:33:42 1996 CST From: Cheetah (#12402) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Another day, another breakdown Cheetah swayed peacefully in his hammock, gazing out the window at the crashing waves, feeling the facility move gently on it's pontoons. It was, as always, a calming sensation, even the images that plagued him seemed to subside when he layed here. He knew they had started out as illusions.. He was sure Moonheart had been behind them.. But as of late, he wasn't sure.. Sometimes he would see pictures, out of the corner of his eye.. He'd look, nothing would be there.. He sometimes thought he could see the shelter, where he grew up.. The machines that destroyed his home sometimes seemed to lurk just outside his window.. Was he going insane? No.. He did not have the luxury of being mad. Too much still needed to be done. Every day seemed to be more hectic.. He had not slept last night.. He could not work either.. He knew someone could break into the facility if he slept.. Pure worry kept him from working. The mages could return, or the war machines, they could come.. Then all his work would be destroyed. Today had been no better than the past. He had gone into the Real Time lounge, hoping for a drink to calm himself.. Blizzard somehow knew about the illusions(Hallucinations? No.. Illusions.. Mages where doing all of this), and had tormented him with the fact.. Cheetah had lost control, saying how he would destroy all the mages.. He should not have discussed his plans so quickly, so freely.. Perhaps it was the drink, dulling his senses.. How he wished he had not gotten out of bed. A gigantic fight ensued, the rider Ylise had become involved, and he had injured her, and Morgoth.. He looked down at the desk, where his katana lay, the scabbard next to it, blood now drying on the fine steel blade. He shook his head.. Why did this have to happen? All he wanted was to be left alone, to continue his studies.. It seemed like everyone wanted to stop him.. Khyber and Rantan had aided in the fight, and he eventually left, with thier aid.. Perhaps it would have been best if his fellow members had not arrived, if he had been killed in his fury by one of them, defending themselves.. How he yearned to go beyond that foul eagle's talons, to die.. To die and never again be plagued by the worries of this world.. For it all to end, he would give anything. He shook his head, and rolled over in the hammock. much still needed to be done.. his work needed to be finished, he needed a replacement to run the order, to take his place.. Once this was done, and he made sure no-one would further threaten the order, then he could die in peace.. He could travel beyond the eagle's reach, and there would finally be an end. With this in mind, he finally drifted to sleep. A troubled rest, but it was better than facing the maddening world of the waking once again. -------------------------- Message 762 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Nov 21 18:35:33 1996 CST From: Cheetah (#12402) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Hrms Mental note: stop using so many bloody double periods.. Heh. -------------------------- Message 763 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Nov 21 22:34:26 1996 CST From: Deckard (#3748) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Stuff OOC: Pardon this, just seeing what you crazy kiddies were so into (I assure it's more fun behind the barn with the girls) Deckard wandered up the aged cobblestone street, maneuvering around the broken road's cracks and open seams more by instinct than by act of conciousness. His mind wandered and his eyes lay open to the road ahead of him, but for all the good they were doing him, squinted shut to the real world. His thoughts had turned to worry and uncertainty of late so he had come here to think. Tadewi, Ash, and her baby daughter had returned to the Maison after so long, and now lived next door to him, just down the hall. The mother of his first child had been run out by her husband and now lived in the house of people who had tried to kill him before, right along with him and his fiance and small baby. 'Simple enough, but sometimes I wonder.' His eyes drifted out to the pale grey sky, wandering along it's horizon. 'Can I handle these change? What if something like what happened to Tadewi happened to Cristal or Jasmine....' He smiled, a sparkle in his eyes. 'Jasmine' He had missed his sons first months, but now new what it was like to hold a small child that was yours in your arms. He couldn't let anything happen to her, but what could he do? He looked at the length of his old broadsword and shoved it into the road, watching it wave back and forth, sticking out of a hold in the path. 'A no good sword fighter in a world ruled by magicians and dragon riders. How can I protect my family?' His family.... 'I'm a father and husband now. I can't just take a beating and crawl off.' He sighed. 'I am a failure, but a fighting one, a lucky one. I can't afford to fail now.' He yanked his sword back out of the cobblestone. No reason to attack himself. Better to plan for the future. 'I will soon be a married man.' He grinned. 'I'm a lucky bastard.' He pulled a cigar from his breast pocket and lit it, taking several long puffs from it, smiling. 'I remember when I could get away with these things.' His eyes darkened. 'I remember, far too much for my good....' Better to tihnk of the future... -------------------------- Message 764 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Nov 22 16:29:14 1996 CST From: Sati (#16551) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: One of the Risks... Sati stood at the door of her little tent on the edge of the Ghostwheel, the one she had shared with Anansi for these past weeks. She had been happy, she thought. She knew she had been happy. She had never thought she could find a man who Kali would approve of, least of all finding a man she herself could care for. None of it had been a part of the plan. She barely knew why she had come here in the first place, let alone why she had decided to stay. Now she knew. The line would go on now, and it needed to flourish somewhere it could be safe. She hadn't explored all of this strange new future yet, and she felt instinctively that somewhere beyond the dust and stale sand of the Wasteland, there had to be a safe place to raise the daughter she just as instinctively knew she carried within her. She hoped in her heart Anansi would understand. She *did* love him, and prayed he would always remember her. As she took her things with her, she left the shrine behind in the tent, with a small message, explaining that she would be gone and would not return. She hoped it would be enough, though knew there was no way that was possible. The chosen of the Goddesses fared so poorly, she could not help but think. After Morrigan's apparent death, she had become painfully aware of how little this new world cared for the ancient gods. Perhaps, when the 13 generations to the next Child of Kali came due, that child, the next Michael Maeve Kalir, would come to a world that welcomed Kali again. She slung her whacking stick over her shoulder, ready to meet the strange new world, and set out again on the road, now knowing the pain of separation she had avoided all her life. -------------------------- Message 765 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Nov 23 15:03:42 1996 CST From: Kynwal (#1610) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: (PG) Moving Day The candles flicker caused deep shadows to dance across Kynwal's serious countenace as he knelt inside a magick circle in the tower of DarkReach. His sword Solitude held tip down in the circle before him. There was no sound to be heard in the sealed chamber, a tomb-like silence wraped the room. A soft chant began to issue forth from his lips: BLE RYDYCH CHI'N GWEITHIO RYDW I'N GWEITHIO YN YR YSBYTY YN Y DRE O BLE RYDYCH CHI'N DOD The air surrounding the circle began to crackle and pop with energy. Arcs of purple energy snapping and cracking around the circle itself. Kynwal slowly stood, Solitude now arcing with the same energy. ~An oath made, is an oath kept.~ Using his sword he cut open a rift in the air before him. As he left the circle his own body crackling with the magicks he had just called into being. Cutting the stillness of the night like a blazing night sun a rift opened in front of Morrigan's tower. The four figures emerging halted with a shroud wrapped form. They watched the rift with searching eyes. Kynwal stepped from the rift fairly crackling with energy. Small discharges would strike the earth as he moved. His energy filled gaze fell on the four. In an instant a silent communication passed between the two groups. "I see you have come for him fae brethren," he said. ~We are to take him with us Daione Sidhe called Kynwal.~ "Take him and be well. May the Fairy Queen make your hearts and steps light." The four figures bowed in unison before winking out of sight. Kynwal quickly got to work. The pressure of holding the power in check begining to wear on his system. Using Solitude, Kynwal slowly drew a circle around the whole of the tower in the earth. Once the circle was drawn, he muttered a few more words of power and a white flame grew in the shallow trench. The flames hungrily licking at the tower stone. He watched for awhile as the white flames quickly consumed the tower. Burning stone like paper, leaving nothing behind. In a matter of moments the whole tower was ablaze in the white, smokeless fire. Seeing that his work was finished, Kynwal slowly walked home. Too tired to use any magicks. -------------------------- Message 766 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Nov 23 17:49:46 1996 CST From: Axelle (#9124) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: From Death, there comes New Life (PG) She wandered along the plains and hunted, but her mind was only half there. The beasts drove at her visciously, but her eyes did not truly see them. The blade in her hand seemed to almost kill on its own accord. No peace of mind was had, no relief from the violent venting of her stresses. Instead, her thoughts were filled with recent happenings, trying to sort out everything. And the hunting, well it was merely an exercise to occupy her restless body. He had come to her room, a few nights ago...she had bid him come. He had sat on her bed, beside her with almost adoring eyes. It was then, in the darkness of her lair, with the soft candlelight in her hair, that she had told him. Told him about the seed in her womb. She could feel the pain in his body, the threads of her own energy could sense the shame that overtook him. He bowed his head, though the tears in his eyes did not go unnoticed. She felt him pray for death, faint whispers coiled about her mind. She could feel the love he harboured yet for his wife. She could feel his sense of honour fighting with him. And it was then that a silent decision was made. He who had planted this seed in her womb, had to die. For living, he would surely die anyhow, from the shame in which the birth would bring. She had rounded up two minions, for the blood could not stain her hands. The four travelled in silence, for what seemed an eternity. It had been so cold outside. He knew what was to come. He knew of his fate. And he calmly accepted it, even as his skull was crushed under gilted metal. The memories now haunted her somewhat, though what was done, had been so very necessary. She wished deep down that things could have been different. Such sacrifice was made for the birth of her babe. And the peace of a man. Her mind difted then to happier thoughts. Her vision was filled with the face of her lover...they had fallen in love somewhere along the way. The night before had been especially wondrous for them. Romance was something new for her. She had told him about the babe. Finally. And he had accepted it all...it still surprised her. He would raise the babe as his own..lest they were to stay together. It felt so unbelievably good. So good that she unwielded her blade and scurried home, leaving the beasts to seek other prey. Life was beginning now for her. The soul energies that had consumed the body withdrew slowly, as the corpse found peace in an afterlife. The threads found their way back to proper entities, and the pentagram scar faded magically from the body's flesh. Now, only shame was left, strong enough to allow the full embrace of death. The Morrigan as we was, existed no more. And someone else would be father to his seed. Happily ever after? Perhaps. -------------------------- Message 767 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Nov 24 01:08:39 1996 CST From: Salome (#10655) To: *submariners (#8388) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Nightmares She shook out of her dream in a frantic scream... Just before the darkness had set in on her completely. Zurph had come in her dream.. in the night while she slept... alone, scared. He had come to her, enveloped her in his blackness, and taken her away to those cells... with no windows... so small, only darkness. The screams from the others in her village.. the other chosen. Salome shivered, her conciousness coming back to her slowly... the outsides murky-blue from the sea. Schools of fish swining across the roundness of her domed inclosure. When the beat of her heart began to find it's regular steady beat, she turned her head, expecting the face of her lover, the father of her child, Naxos ... Expecting his outstetched arms to comfort her. She thought a moment of this very morning... swiming out into the seas depths, to find one another... to share each inner part of one another, in a display of total affection. How he must have carried her back, let her rest near him along the couch, warm and safe. Her mind flew back to the present... and it was immediate that her lover was not near her side as she had thought. "Naxos?... Naxos??" She called.. (perhaps he is outside..nearby) Salome stood, looking around the room.. moving to one end of the dome... viewing her naked body against the glare of the glass, the roundness in her tummy growing. Her hand touched against the growing roundness, thinking for a moment...(Salome... he must be out... He has many responsibilities.. ) For some reason this night made her worry. She had seen him in her dream.. smiling down at her one moment, his face calm and beautiful... then distorting... hideously changing above her... into his form... The Zurph... HEr body struggling to get away, to move from him as he covered her... took her in darkness.. his lips a sickning smile... murmuring, "Is he yours any longer...He will not love you any longer.." Salome shivered... "He will not love me..." her words hollow against her own ears... (Salome ... it was a dream... he tries to get to you..... Naxos is still with you... he is still loving you... ). There had been so much.. So many things... so many wonderful things to happen to her. Was he coming after her.. Was Zurph coming to find her. Salome shook herself free from these thoughts, gathering her clothes, carefully dressing to search for distractions..She would search for an herb to take away the pain in her stomach... the pain that seemed to well deeper as she thought of this... .....(elsewhere) Zurph smiled, penetrating the scent of blood.. a blood he recognized.. a blood he knew. It was the girl who had escaped. The one he would find again. She would not win this time. And she would drive her apart.. he knew her location upon the seas... A laugh emmitted, hollow and ominous, he focused his mind upon her mind... her lover... -------------------------- Message 768 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Nov 24 14:52:31 1996 CST From: Rathe (#14172) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: OOC post Hey! Want to work off that RP stress? Tired of exchanging insults in warded rooms, and going through with the same old kidnappings, alignment switchings, and pose-fights? Well, we'd like to invite you to a completely CODED event! No time to RP, run for your friggen life! This would be an IC tournament, taking place in the tunnels below Real/Time. We would start out with various skill level contests, in smaller, enclosed areas. Some form of award would be given to those who win in their `division'. There would have to be some sort of skill test, to determine who is at what level. After each 'division' has finished, we release you in the R/T tunnel system! ambush, hide, and spell-cast, to be the last one standing. Winner of this ultimate contest would again, be awarded some form of prize. (Hey, just for you pose-fighters, maybe a seperate contest for you :)) Ideas are still sketchy, there will most likely be an admission fee, to cover the cost of the aforementioned prizes.. anyone with ideas, questions, comments, or just want to tell me what an absolutely cool idea this is, MOOmail ;) --Rathe -------------------------- Message 769 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Nov 24 17:08:43 1996 CST From: Naxos (#9972) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Interlude with the neighbor, Rated PG, adult content so beware ;) Naxos felt odd, almost drawn outside, he had to see Elora, he didn't know why but it was driving him nuts. He quietly stepped out, whimpering slightly, trying not to awaken Salome, and he walked into Elora's shelter. She was glad to see him, they talked for a while, his loins stirred, he didn't know what was over coming him. Before he knew it they were kissing,all doubt left his form he knew what he wanted and he crazed for it with unbelieveable force. She agreed, and didn't resist their moments of pleasure followed, until they were exhausted, he was nervous, he didn't know what to think about Salome tho. He loved her, yet his body felt unbelieveable lust for Elora, his mind wandered again, forgetting about Salome, thinking he'd never be caught, he could say he had to go on warden duties... Naxos looked back at Elora again, and then made love once more, he had what he wanted, thats all that mattered, Salome would never know.... -------------------------- Message 770 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Nov 24 23:56:52 1996 CST From: Salome (#10655) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *submariners (#8388) Subject: Confusion Salome stood unmoving for moments... confused and lost... her mind had been flooded with confusion. The dreams had come... the same dreams as before...Zurph smiling down at her.. that cold icy smile... contorting from Naxos' face. It made her shudder to think of such things. When she had told Naxos... he was so cold... so frightening... telling her that this was all in her head. That it was a dream and she was paranoid.. He did not appease her feelings of confusion.. the pain she felt. Pain... now for some reason, pressing down upon her. He was tense. She could feel it.. Her pain was his tenseness. When she asked of the woman she saw in her dreams .. he nearly mocked her, telling her she was unballanced.. stressed from the child she bore. His child. It was as if the next instant... she had turned to another man. The man she saw, the man she spoke to now had changed. She had become less because of it. She gazed out the domed walls, after being nearly forced to go back to the indoors. He had walked from her, throwing the key at her feet. She had gone after him, finding him leaving a strange domicile not usual to his rounds. So much was different.. her very world seemed to be spinning around her. Spinning, choking.. taking her with no control. She could not cry to the pain.. for it was a pain unfelt, words unsaid. Yet it nearly killed her. IT was a pain of confusion. -------------------------- Message 771 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Nov 25 07:54:55 1996 CST From: Myst (#13170) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The marriage (PG) The long-awaited day had finally come to pass. Myst smiled as she moved her body closer to her husband's warmth. It seemed like it had taken an eternity to get married to Devon, but it had finally happened. The wedding had been perfect; all of her friends were there, and save for one little distraction all went off without a hitch. She thought for a moment at one guest that she had wished were there: Morrigan. Well, if he was indeed dead it would explain his absence. Somehow she couldn't bring herself to believe that he was dead. She had seen him survive great deals of punishment and pain, Embryon being a prime example; he could not simply have _died_. She rolled over to bury her face in her slumbering husband's chest. No matter. The truth would reveal itself eventually. With that thought, her eyes got heavy and drooped, as she slowly began the journey to a peaceful sleep in the arms of her beloved. OOC: Thanks to all who attended last night; thanks also to the gift-bearers :) -------------------------- Message 772 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Nov 26 01:42:51 1996 CST From: Dexter (#14882) To: *Storylines (#5236) Dexter gets drnk again in the R/T Lounge for St. Paddy's Day Hoo hoo! -------------------------- Message 773 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Nov 26 01:51:34 1996 CST From: Dexter (#14882) To: *Storylines (#5236) s/drnk/drunk -------------------------- Message 774 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Nov 26 14:52:43 1996 CST From: Tadewi (#3791) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: And now for the next episode of: As the GhostWheel Turns (AKA: The Young and the Rest of Us) RUMORS OF THE WEEK: So, who is the father of Axelle's baby anyway? Seems she's been marked, by... Kynwal? What's the deal here. More to come as the rumors spread, folks! Why is the Vodou Priestess, Mama Aquilya, carrying around a voodoo doll much in the likeness of the beastmaster Anansi? Ever notice the resemblence the Magister Devon and the Adept Morrigan have? Things that make you go hmmm.... Something's rotten in the Mount of Morlith, that might be Rider Yerox. Rumor hazzit, he hasn't bathed in years. Has anyone seen Morrigan lately? Seems the Adept has *poof* vanished. What's going on in Jizo? Why are rumors of unspeakably strange acts of violence have suddenly been occuring there? Why is Yggy out hunting? Who is his prey exactly? Rumor hazzit, it's Kzin. Why? Our investigative team will dig up all the dirt! Who is the mysterious stranger, Jazariel, and who is she searching for? Some say she's looking for her husband, dead for years and years. Others say that's hogwash. Just Breaking News: Tech Order leader, Cheetah, is said to have been taken to a mental hospital to recooperate from complete mental breakdown. Witnesses report he was carried away as he muttered about butterflies and swatted at the air. Why is it Beastmaster Anansi has reportly been known to drink... blood? Is it animal... or human? And from the psychic front, the Soothsayers hotline are predicting that a war is on its way and that no one will be spared from its touch. We'll see, folks and keep you informed! News from the Undersea: Seems Triton Achilles is involved with a torrid love affair... with another unnamed Triton. News from the Wastelands: Rumor hazzit that SoulMechs have been suddenly gathering at the R/T Building. Why have they suddenly arrived out of the blue? Only time and As The Ghostwheel Turns will tell. Where is Moonheart's wife exactly, has anyone seen her lately? Or has the Adept decided to... do away with her. Not that we at As the GhostWheel turns are advocating this, it's rumor, folks. -------------------------- Message 775 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Nov 26 17:03:54 1996 CST From: Kynwal (#1610) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Forbidden Musing (PG-13) The metal pincers grew to a white-hot color as Sali'kir heated them in the fire. Sweat beaded on his bare upper body. The fires glow reflecting of his muscular chest and the dark gray mottled scales of his serpentine torso. A limp, blue skinned form with golden wavy hair hung suspended from the wall by cast iron chains. His scales made a rasping as he slid across the floor to the limp Submariner male. The pincers still retaining their white-hot glow. Sali'kir's golden slitted eyes studied the figure before him. "Your pathetic god will not help you here my blue skinned friend. The High priest wants information from you. And information you will give him." With twisted smile, Sali'kir clamped the pincers down on the Submariner's right nipple. The mariner awoke instantly letting out a ragged scream, his throat already torn raw from hours of screaming. A low laugh met the scream. -------------------------- Message 776 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Nov 26 17:06:59 1996 CST From: Jade (#7750) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Mourning People told her that her teacher was dead. Rumours told that he was gone for good. She felt lost again. Unsure of where to to. Or what to believe. She needed a new mentor, lest Morrigan was truly at rest. -------------------------- Message 777 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Nov 26 17:45:42 1996 CST From: Benjamin (#15950) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The days go by.... As Ben walked home at night, he wondered...what would happen next? He wondered who the lady Jazariel was looking for...and why... He pondered like this now and again... As he slung the shotgun over his back, he walked slowly towards his cottage, the sun just setting in the sky, giving off a warm orange glow... When he got home, he sat down in the recliner, and drank his cup of coffee. As he stripped down and climbed into bed, he whispered to himself, "Tommorrow is just another day Ben, it will come soon enough... -------------------------- Message 778 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Nov 26 18:20:37 1996 CST From: Sanchez (#14632) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Big Fire There was a very large fire ingulfing the pawnshop in quarolsville and all goods were lost. The flames took out everything and Sanchezm, devoted pawnshop owwner has been killed in the fireky blaze thgat lit up the skies in ghostwheel. Many are mourning his death (actually only one or 2) and there will be no funeral because no remains were found. Next of kin knkown as Splint has been sole inheritant of Sanchez's goods and will move into the ex-pawnshop as soon as renovations are finished. All those wishing to display their sadness are asked in Sanchez's will to Kill executioner birds and leave the crystals from their corpse in Q-ville underground. OOC - Sanchez is officially D E A D -------------------------- Message 779 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Nov 26 22:34:24 1996 CST From: Axelle (#9124) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Announcement A figure clothed in shining robes of pewter travelled all over the realm of Ghostwheel, seeking out the people whose names were on his list. All friends and acquaintances of his employers were notified quickly, though not without a dramatic flourish. So his speech to each went: I, messenger, am here to proudly announce the engagement of Magus Kynwal Dafydd Taliesin to Mistress Alexandra Katrina Rusilov (Axelle). They are currently planning to be married, and wish to share their happiness. Brows arched and eyes blinked. The news was a certain surprise. -------------------------- Message 780 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Nov 27 10:31:18 1996 CST From: Smoke (#11265) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: xxx rated fooled you..its really g rated...you perverts...:) Smoke awoke with the usual pounding head ache, making a path through the dead butterflies and empty whiskey bottles strewn about her room, she headed towards the bathroom, "Damn...when is this sickness going to go away" she muttered to herself. Smoke smiled softly as she fingered the rune the strange man had given her last night, It will bring you luck he had told her, glancing back towards her bed at the sleeping form of Kzin, "Boy did it ever", she whispered softly........ -------------------------- Message 781 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Nov 27 12:10:07 1996 CST From: Axelle (#9124) To: *Chat (#5391) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Wedding Date This is an OOC Post :) Kynwal and Axelle's wedding will take place on December 12th, 1996. Time will be 9:00pm EST. :) Location will be announced at a future date, as with a reminder. Hope to see you there. *hugs* -------------------------- Message 782 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Nov 27 14:15:27 1996 CST From: Avolent (#16572) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: confusion Avolent awoke to an empty cold room, her mind already knowing Kzin was not near... She was too hardened to cry much... She had known all along his choices and understandings... But she did hurt inside.. and she did still love the man who was no longer near her. "Smoke is a good liar... a clever convincer" she thought to herself. Why it had not been so long ago when Smoke did denounce Kzin.. but only to her ears. But what did it matter, his drawing was to her.. And in a way she could understand... somewhat. The woman herself possessed nothing of amazing attractiveness, or true want.. but rather, she was there. She had not left him ... had not dissapeared into the night ... She had been .... somewhat constant in his life. And that is what Kzin desired. He was free of this taint that he had found within him, he was free to the woman he did love. "I will find a way to rid this of me... Or... " She looked down at the cut she had slashed across her arm. The blood caked flesh was just now healing. Her vow. As he had made his own to her so long ago. She did make one to him. "Our eternity is not over love... " she spoke softly.. "IT has just begun.." -------------------------- Message 783 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Nov 27 15:14:52 1996 CST From: Red-Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The next post from me will be very very long, just a warning I'm trying my creative hand at writing so I've writen up a storyline that will eventually lead into a tp for Red's Keep at the Oasis in the wasteland. Some of it is ponderings and some will lead to clues in the up and coming tp. Most of it is a history of this place as seen by Red Fang. Enjoy Robert -------------------------- Message 784 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Nov 27 15:31:23 1996 CST From: Red-Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A restless night Rated PG Red was restless, Remembrance lay sleeping next to him soundly and did not stir. He rose from his bed and walked quietly around the keep, everyone was sleeping peacefully. Then slipped out into the night. The night was cold and gray, a thick layer of clouds blanketed the sky hiding the stars above. Occassionally opennings reveiled the blackness of night beyond and a lone star would shine through breifly. Then aginst the gray background a lone dark shadow moved silently from the west. Growing larger as it approched then quickly fading in the east towards the mountains hidden by the night. Red thought it could be a dragon from Morlith or one of Lord Stryfe's strange and wonderous mounts. He thought back to the meeting with Stryfe so long ago it seemed. The sadness of the man, a man who's soul was only half since the death of his dragon friend. He was of a age long past when honor was the code of man. The bones of the dragon throne that Red so vainly sat upon were the very bones of dragon friends Lord Stryfe had once loved and conversed with. Red handed the throne over to Stryfe with no questions, it was the only honorable thing to do. Red thought of Ykarie, another man of honor he had met on the mount so long ago. He was a sad figure with his memories of the old days.. The long talk they had had of the old mount and the strange ropes of memories of all the fallen dragons that had passed from this world. It was sad to think how people persecuted Lord Stryfe, and even his old friend Lykaj now. Before Red had never understood what they had lost but now with the coming of nenana into his life he could understand the feeling of another soul inside him. He felt it when Moonheart had attempted to help Darius Lee so long ago that seemed. He didn't understand it though at that time and could not control the flood of memories that invaded his mind. People had to learn to understand. Turning to go back into the keep, Red cringed with pain as a icy chill invaded his body. The night turned to shadows and the building had a mysterious far away look to it, for an instant Red swore he saw torches burning brightly on the roof of the tower far above, and a ghostly shape stareing down at him from above. Then feeling quickly passed and surprised by the moment Red found himself wiping the sweat from his brow. He consold himself by saying Moonheart must be up to something and sleep was all that was needed. Red quickly stepped back into the building letting the door lock behind him and moved silently into the masters chamber. He quietly undressed and checked on Alexander again.. The boy was sleeping soundly and Red smiled as he returned to his bed and cuddled under the covers next to the sleeping form of Remembrance. "Tomorrow I'll talk to Moonheart about using spells at night", this was the last thing he thought as he fell asleep soundly. OOC: Ok, more to come.. I hope you enjoy.. -------------------------- Message 785 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Nov 27 18:27:54 1996 CST From: Nierika (#8571) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *Beastmasters (#6961) Subject: Learning For weeks, Nieirka and Bhagheera prowled around inside the confines of the Ghostwheel community. They ran free amongst the beasts, hunted for their food...and watched the many people - the humans - as they went about their lives. As the time passed, and the days grew shorter, Nierika finally learned to move her tongue and mouth as humans did, practicing the sounds, the words...so she could attempt communication. She was far from mastering the language, but a step closer towards socialization. She and her panther would lie hidden in the bush, while she let the syllables of her name roll off her tongue. And his name. Bhagheera only watched his human friend curiously, wondering what she was up to. And now, her next step was to attempt to act as humans did. Her reflection in the pond told her that she was like them. And so she would. Yet another form of mimicry was what it was. -------------------------- Message 786 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Nov 27 18:29:49 1996 CST From: Akane (#14270) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Shoots -n- Ladders (Nightmares) The Night was long and cold for Akane, as he roamed the streets of new orleans, thinking of many things, of Jezebel, of his mentor, of his Spellsinging students and friends. Spellsong flickered slightly as some rain hit the silver lines on the blonde wood, "wierd night for a rainstorm," Akane thought, scratching his head, and brushing the long black hair from his eyes.. a bolt of lightning struck a nearby dead tree, and Akane saw the shadow of a thief. Akane quickly pulled a hood over his head, and drew Spellsong, "who goes there?" He screamed, Spellsong humming.. "I am but a noble thief sir..." the shadowy figure said, in a dark voice, "no thief is noble, for their actions bring shame upon themselves," and the thief stepped out "That is not true sir... I do not wish to rob you this night, but to give you a warning.. even you should sense the presence of Evil, and that of a God..." Akane smirked, "Really now.. where do I find this 'God'?" and The thief grinned, "time will soon tell you where you shall find him sir, but for now, I bid you adeu," and shot into the alleyways. Akane shrugged to himself, "as if a god would visit here.." and he chuckled, walking to his apartment, reading his book along the way.. [to be continued] -Akane- -------------------------- Message 787 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Nov 27 20:39:44 1996 CST From: Axelle (#9124) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Visiting a Grave She stole along in the darkness, a large bundle in her hands. The sand beneath her feet was still warm from the day's sun, and the air was dry. She came upon the site where Morrigan's Tower once stood and in a flash of purple light, she found the very centre of where its foundation once existed. Kneeling down amongst the sand and ashes that remained, she began to chant softly. Her voice echoed throughout the barren space, lifted by the gentle breeze...away. A large purple-lit pentagram formed in the sand around her, spinning till it stopped. Inverted. She stopped chanting then, and closed her eyes, whispering into the darkness. With that, she dug a hole in the sand before her and placed the bundle lovingly within. It was not the customary bouquet of flowers, but a beautiful and sleek bow, replete with feathered quills. It was perhaps the most lovely thing she had taken from him. And now, she returned it... Her own little sacrifice, in acknowledgement of his larger one. She stood in the darkness, the faint purple glow fading as she slowly walked toward her new tower home. She did not notice the Fianna Tuatha De Denaan that rose from the shadows to uncover her offering. She did not hear their whispers. They had heard every word she had said. She was long gone by then you see...Returning home to the loving embrace of her fiance. Home. Returning home. -------------------------- Message 788 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Nov 27 22:45:26 1996 CST From: Deckard (#3748) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Wedding Cristal and Deckard will be getting married on Dec. 5th (the Thursday a week from Thanksgiving) at 10pm EST (9 central). Kynwal will be marrying them (if he can remember how), Tadewi will the the Maid of Honor (if she doesn't die from looking at the dress she's forced to wear) and Stalinger will be the best man (if he doesn't forget like always). The wedding will be held at Otter Beach on Jizo island. For those of you that don't know how to get there, you go east, east, south, enter, south, northwest, southwest, south, out, east, east, east, and down till you hit the beach, starting where you exit the chopper. Kyn, Taddie, and Stal better be there. We'll understand if no one else is (Sue will cry), but try to come. A reception will follow in that area where we can all be amazed by the large number of people standing in one room, not talking to each other. Thank you. -------------------------- Message 789 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Nov 27 22:50:41 1996 CST From: Memorie (#16575) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Puzzle Rajha was insistent, coughing as he turned to look back at her when she lagged. She couldn't help herself. The island was beautiful and so diverse as to remind her of places she loved in her past. She sighed as she hurried to his side, laying a hand on his shoulder and feeling the heavy muscles beneath his fur. 'I am here Raj. What troubles you, my friend?' For answer he padded silently forward through the forest. So far he had seemed to travel in circles, first to the beach, the dune and that strange structure among the eucalyptus trees. Raj's blue eyes stared at it, yet when she tried to move toward it he stopped her. Memorie shook her head, wondering if the female tiger was about, if he was following her spore. But why would he be so insistent on her being along? Now they traveled the woods at the other end of the small island. Looking around, she slows once more as she thinks of the beauty around her and how it reminds her of areas she had visited in India and the orient. Suddenly Rajha begins a soft coughing sound and she knew he had found whatever he had searched for. She rushed forward and as she followed a turn in the path, came upon Raj pawing at the rocks lining a small pond. As she entered he pulled back and looked up at her, she saw something glistening wedged between wet rocks. Dropping to her knees by his side, she pulled the rocks away and pulled something that glittered like silver through a thick coating of mud. She sits back on her heels and looks over at her friend curiously. The white tiger lays on the cool stones, his eyes partially lidded as he sniffs the air, all interest in the hunt and the item now gone. Frowning she whispers, 'Raj, why did you drag me all over this island for this little bauble?' Her eyes are drawn back to the silver moon laying in the palm of her hand and her eyes become unfocused as its image blurs. A voice within her head, or was it whispered on the gentle breeze, a soft masculine voice, comforting and yet somehow frightening. As she stares blankly at the crescent, it flares to life becoming the sun, then over shadowed showing an eclipse. It blazed in her hand but did not burn. As suddenly as it came, it left her and she sat unaware in the shallow, cold water of the pond. She trembled as she looked down at the little silver crescent moon, her hand closing over it before she put it in the pocket of her shorts. Standing, she unconsciously brushed at the wet seat of her pants and walked from the pond and from the garden spot, Rajha padding silently at her side. -------------------------- Message 790 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Nov 27 22:55:37 1996 CST From: Axelle (#9124) To: *Chat (#5391) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Dying Quietly This is an OOC post: I think that that is the last time Cristal will ever let Deckard post! All those jokes at her (Sue's) expense. Don't worry Taddy, your dress will be great. Heh, Cristal should get DECKARD to make it maybe. Things can't get worse? *chuckle* *hugs Deckard and thanks him for posting even though it made her want to crawl under a rock and hide* -------------------------- Message 791 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Nov 30 23:57:23 1996 CST From: Myst (#13170) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A return home (PG) Myst had made another journey home before her ever-enlarging form made it impossible to do so. She told all of her marriage, and received many congratulations, and some sneers from the menfolk, and all in all, she was well-received. Kai had apparently gone on a journey to 'find himself', so she was even doubly well-received. She stayed overnight, but woke to a rustling of bodies around her. She looked up groggily into the faces of those who caused her to stir, yet their attentions were elsewhere. She casually surveyed the hut, her senses slowly awakening from their slumber. Then she found what all of them were so fixed upon. Her sister's form was pale, her many-ringed eyes closed shut, and her stomach heaving in infrequent bursts. Myst blinked. Her sister's time had come. The spore from the Mandoga flower had finally hatched. A few months earlier, her sister had been out hunting and came unawares upon a field of Mandoga flowers, and she had inhaled their fatal spores before she had even realized where she was. The spore had sat in her lungs all that time, feeding off of her lifeblood and her body's nourishing tissue, and now it had drained her so dry that she was clinging to her life by a narrowing thread. Myst gasped and rushed to her side, taking her sister's hand in her own, squeezing it tightly. The village Healer was already working her chants and medicines on her sister's other side, but all knew that it would be in vain. No one had ever survived a Mandoga spore, once it had found its way to the lungs. And short of hacking out the lung, there was no way to save the victim. Her sister, Tika, opened her eyes slightly, and managed a feeble smile. She looked down at her younger sister with deep brown eyes and whispered, "Kali..." "I'm here, Tika," Myst replied, tears starting to form in her eyes. Another loved one would be taken from her now... "Arigoshe is..yours now..my sister..." Tika said, then coughed a long, drawn-out cough, wincing slightly as a thin trickle of blood came to her lips. She chuckled slightly. Grabbing Myst's hands in a firmer grip, Tika spoke with the last of her strength, "May you die honorably, Kalindra of the Ka'na'jurin...my sister..." With that, Tika's strength failed and she collapsed back on her pillow. Her body convulsed once...twice...the tears now fell freely along Myst's cheeks, her chest clenching..another convulsion... and then her sister's body was silent and still. No breath. No pulse. Her sister had been taken from her as well. The Healer starting chanting a religious hymn of salvation, as those gathered bent down to comfort Myst, who had fallen to her knees. She gazed at the gaunt, still face of her sister, remembered the beauty that had once flourished there, and continued sobbing. She spoke a prayer in a faultering voice, for her sister's soul, that she might find her mother and father in the Land That Lies Beyond. Something cold was pressed into her right hand. She looked up momentarily. The chief leaned down and spoke, "It was her dying wish, as you heard. Your family's spear, Arigoshe, now passes down to you." With that he bowed his head and backed away. Those gathered muttered condolences as they left Myst to be in peace with her sister. She vowed solemnly that she would not forget Tika, nor the others that had been taken from her...her father and mother...the others who perished that night when the wild dogs took the village by storm... Morrigan... She would continue living, and knew that those she loved would stand always at her side, in her memory. Forever. -------------------------- Message 792 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Dec 1 03:49:49 1996 CST From: Axelle (#9124) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *Chat (#5391) Subject: Retcon This is an OOC post: Due to a bit of confusion, a short RP session from earlier tonight has been retconned. Axelle did -not- mark Wayland. He has no scar on his back. For those of you who were involved in any RP related to this, make like it never happened. Thanks so much...*snugs* -------------------------- Message 793 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Dec 1 14:31:58 1996 CST From: Memorie (#16575) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Dreamings [PG] Rajha woke and watched a moment as Memorie tossed and turned in her bed, throwing the covers off, her body glistening lightly with sweat. She whimpered in her sleep, her body shivering in the cold early morning air, Raj rumbled deep in his chest and sprang into the bed and laying down beside her, nudging her gently with his whiskered nose. Memorie opened her eyes, her hand resting on Raj's head, trying to throw off the fog of her dreams. She pulled the blankets back around her and curled against Raj's warmth, shivering more from her dreams than the cold now. Her dreams seemed to be filled with that voice lately, soft, compelling, pulling at her in ways that she didn't understand, that frightened her. She tried desperately to remember the voice. Comforting, familar, yet why was she scared? What was there to frighten her? This time, just as Raj woke her, she saw him. Almost no more than a shadowy silouette, yet certain details came though to her dreaming mind. He was a little taller than average and carried himself with a military air. She frowned and turned to pull the silver moon from the pocket of her pants laying by the bed. What was it about the silver moon? And ...Yes! The eclipse, blazing once again. She shakes her head slowly, sitting up she gazes down at the silver moon in the palm of her hand. As if in a daze, she reaches up and removes the gold necklace from around her neck. She slides the tiny caduceus from the chain and attaches it to an earing. Without looking at the delicate crescent moon, she clasps the chain around her neck, her fingers going of their own accord to rest against the pendant at her throat. -------------------------- Message 794 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Dec 2 01:07:03 1996 CST From: Haefen (#16887) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A new Star is born, and a band put together. For the last few weeks a man Named Earl, has been under the teachings of haefen in the musical category. Earl is an estonishingly good bass guitarist and a great singer solo and duet. Earl, and Haefen have formed a band. Theere are only to of them, but they believe they will need some more to be with them in their playings. They would like to have a guitarist, and maybe a keyboard player, and maybe another bass. If you play you are wanted on the band. The band doesn't have a name but are thinking of one. They play mucis from classical to Deathmetal. If you would like them to play at a party or a wedding call them now and book them for the opening act. They are great. Contact haefen for becoming part of the band or booking them. -------------------------- Message 795 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Dec 2 20:21:34 1996 CST From: Lyetra (#16541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Turning Lyetra slowly opened her eyes, blinking at the too bright light. Hungover, for the first (and last) time in her life, her thoughts immediately flashed back to the night before, the reasons for consuming four glasses of wine one after the pother when she'd never touched alcohol before. Anansi's ideas of their relationship - their love - haunted her. Open relationship? "This is not something I am used to," she thought wearily to herself, as she crawled out of bed and began a cup of steaming tea. Pulling her poems out of her bag and looking over the unfinished poem to Anansi, she didi her best not to stain the careful inking with tears. Avolent's words crawled through her mind - you can either try to stay with him and hurt yourself or try to move on and find love elsewhere. The idea of watching Anansi with that woman, or any other, was too much for Lyetra; and yet somehow this decision was a tough one. He wasn't trying to hurt her, he simply didn't understand her philosphy. Well, she wasn't so sure she herself understood. She remembered the handsome stranger in the bar... wasn't his name Rusilov? She had commented on it, but now it seemed so foggy. Her thoughts swirled, something had happened to Anansi that wasn't like him. Hadn't he leaped in when Benjamin was talking to her in the bar a few weeks before? Hadn't he made a point that she was his and no one elses? Confusion reigns... in one evening she had lost nearly everything she thought was to be relied upon. And still the images of Anansi with another woman in the lounge.. drink in hand... his complete oblivion when Khyber mentioned her obvious heartbreak... these images haunted her, and finally she laid her pen to rest. -------------------------- Message 796 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Dec 2 21:02:01 1996 CST From: Griffen (#9676) To: *submariners (#8388) and *Storylines (#5236) "Elendil has begun to court Sylph! When did such a thing happen." Griffen grieved as he returned to his grotto. "I have been away for too long. I have lost my love. Now there is nothing left for me at the Reach; nothing at all." Griffen returns to the Reach, briefly entering Sylph's dome to inform her of his decision. Elendil is at her side, so both receive word: Griffen now numbers himself amongst the Lost. He who once bore the title of deep scout return to his dome to collect his possession, and pick up Neptune from the stables. But Elendil hurries into Griffen's dome, asking him not to leave. The road of the submariner grows increasingly unsafe: Elendil [to Griffen]: Our people fragment. From above comes rumor of vast caches of powerful weapons and armor, armor that could see foes even here, to the depths of our waters. Great mages attack at will, without checks on their power. All this I have seen in the few weeks since my return. Griffen does care for his people. He has always helped a mariner in need. Time passed...emotions warred within him. "I do not wish war any longer. That is why I left the reach, to seek joy and happiness as the Grieving Queen wished of us." "But I could not let my people die. Know this then: still, I will no longer follow commands blindly. Uno and I have had our differences. "Salome I have only seen frolicking under the waves without her clothes." Griffen smiles faintly, "Methinks my friend Naxos is happy." "And Achilles remains an enigma -- I know him not. But I am not abandoning my people to the elements." "When the need is great, my trident will swing beside comrades. Dance in the movements of battle and death. Sad as this does make me." But yet it is hard for Griffen to remain. Too many fond memories. "I could not watch as feelings develop between Elendil and Sylph. I would grow to hate you both." "And my love for both of you is too great. I fear that I might lose control at one time. I could not live with myself if that happens. "I fear that I might lose control at one time. I could not live with myself if that would ever happen." Shaking his head sadly. Petting faithful Neptune. "I must return to the Grotto then." "Seek me there in times of trouble." "I will come quickly." -------------------------- Message 797 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Dec 3 01:53:03 1996 CST From: Memorie (#16575) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Eclipse Memorie and rajha entered the Lamar, heading for the R/T Lounge to relax and try to find company. Anything to take her mind from her thoughts, her dreams. Raj, laid his head in her lap, watching her worriedly as the transport speed fom Jizo Island and over the desolate wastes below. Entering the Lounge, she saw some faces she knew, others she did not. Anansi was there and sweet lilith. She got a glass of orange juice from Osbornn, sat down and talked with Aanansi when -He- came over and stared at her so stangely. The mage. The Mage. He looked at her so strangely and then he spoke. She didn't understand. 'The body dies...the soul lives on...' What the heck did that mean? His eyes though, so compelling, burrowed deep inside her. Suddenly the Eclipse blazed before her eyes once more and his words came to her from a long distance away, 'He is coming for you.' Pictures flowed through her mind - memories. She fought against the feeling of drowning in them, then the voice once more, that gentle, compassionate voice. A name came with the voice, 'Luc', then her world turned dark. Confusion, the bable of voices and a feeling of dizziness washed over her as she came back to consciousness. The Mage was gone. The answers with him. She staggered from the Lounge, followed by Anansi. Sweet Anansi, so worried. Why was he worried? -------------------------- Message 798 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Dec 3 04:07:31 1996 CST From: DarkAngel (#12511) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The demise of Ang DarkAngel wandered around the wastelands, gazing up at the stars as she pondered the next journey in her life. She thought of her one true love...Strafe and how wonderful their life together had been. But now Strafe was gone and Ang was all alone. She found that it was impossible to be happy without Strafe. It was this unhappiness that led her to take her life. She would miss the friends she had made and most of all she would miss her sister Smoke but she couldn't endure the pain of Strafe's silence any longer. DarkAngel wandered aimlessly, feeling cold and distant until she found a cliff and simply jumped (without a helmet *heh*) -------------------------- Message 799 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Dec 2 12:48:45 1996 CST From: Anansi (#10706) To: *Storylines (#5236) Anansi had had an interesting morning as he thought over it. He was speaking with his new friend Job, the archangel prototype when Memorie ambled in. She look troubled, as tho she hadn't slept in days, he foffered her a drink, then gave a steak to her beast Rajha. She seemed fixated on her necklace, a moon pendant. Once again another mad man walked in wehter they preached words of doom, or attacked it was the same to him, when he saw this robed Celt walk to Memorie he sure wasn't going to let her be harmed. This figure spoke of doom Anansi tried to dissuade him crushing his shoulder to no avail. the man spoke of a man coming and called Memorie a child of the mon, he kept chanting something aboud a body dying, but a soul staying alive. Anansi was tired and angry, he began to prepare a blade with poison to 'dissuade' this fellow. Memorie began to fall and passout before his eyes, he rushed towards the mage with anger in his eyes wanting to skewer him. Just as that happened the mage cast a shroud of darkness, Anansi slashed wildly were it not for the newly placed ward he'd of attaced a nearby girl on the hearth instead. Anansi spoke to Memorie for a short bit she wasn't feeling well and she left. he was tired of mages, he remembered the cetic knotwork well, he'd not forget it when next he saw it, and whomever had it would pay gravely. He smiled to himself, "he made her fall, I'll see that this one falls and never gets back up again." Dark maniacal laughter filled the Quillville underground, and clearly not for the last time either. -------------------------- Message 800 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Dec 2 12:51:53 1996 CST From: Anansi (#10706) To: *Storylines (#5236) something apparently went wrong my post was skipped over you may wish ti backtrack and read it, it's the one before. -------------------------- Date: Sun, 9 Mar 1997 15:18:36 -0400 From: "Quinn@GhostWheel" To: quinn@vv.com Subject: GhostWheel Message(s) 801 - 900 from *Storylines (#5236) X-Mail-Agent: GhostWheel (casper.bga.com 6969) Message 801 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Dec 2 13:09:36 1996 CST From: Salome (#10655) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *submariners (#8388) Subject: A change in behaviors altogether (pg-13/R Adult situations) Salome could stand there no longer, Naxos... and that other woman Elora, by each other's side. He did not love Elora... she knew this. But how could he love her if he felt the compulsion to sleep with another. "Wicked evil..", Salome spoke aloud after she had rushed into her dome. She had wasted all her tears earlier... her cheeks merely swolen.. eyes bloodshot. She had cried when Naxos had struck her.. knocked her flat and took her to the R/T to discuss this publicly. 'Whore...... Slut........ Dirty woman.... ' The words rang in her ears... Yet it was she who had found them naked in each other's arms. She herself had remained his. The child inside of her made her his. "How could he do this.... accuse me of such.... when he would not take what he had done into understanding!" Salome looked out the clear glass, shivering, running thoughts pouring into her mind. She had wanted to die this day. Kill herself.. the child... She did not want to bring such a poor unknowing thing into a world of such hate. She had slapped him... tried with a vengance to kill him.. But with quick slashes... he had taken her down. He mocked her... her position... condescendingly saying 'Yes Tritonness..' to each remark she made. He did not love her. The room was cold... her mind flooded of the converstations she had had. Flashbacks of the darkness, those cold cells, confining, terrifying.. Salome wanted to scream... feeling the walls close in again... She was loosing herself to the memories... His presence, enveloping her again... taking hold... The evil taking over her.. her mind... her heart.. Salome shuddered pulling herself back.. Only to see the form of that woman on Naxos's bed.. Naked and sleeping alongside her. Only to see Naxos, growing dark... shadowy... the dreams.. laughing that hollow taunting laugh... burning her world before her... Swirling circles ... confusion ... darkness.. Salome screamed... falling to her knees against the floor... a resonant thud as she shook herself from her dream.. -------------------------- Message 802 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Dec 5 14:57:00 1996 CST From: Deckard (#3748) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Wedding again Just in case you forgot, tonight Deckard and Cristal will be married tonight on Otter beach on Jizo island at 9 Central Standard time. If you want directions, read message 788 on this board. Not to be rude, but don't show up if you don't know them :) Thank you -------------------------- Message 803 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Dec 6 00:12:18 1996 CST From: Kzin (#5800) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Kzin Coming slowly out a repose, Kzin idly wondered why he was asleep on the wheel..he hadn't even been awake that long, but the night had been hard...nightmares, interspaced by waking up in a cold sweat, unable to remember his identity He looked around, noticing nothing had been stolen in his sleep....moved on to a show period of hunting...the sabre's easy, swift swings mowing down the chimaera and a starange scarred beast, before he left. He never realized, leaving the wheel in a fast helicopter.....that he had in fact had one thing stolen, but he'd never miss it...his memories of a woman, once known as Karee...gone...along with some pieces of childhood...gone. -------------------------- Message 804 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Dec 6 20:24:54 1996 CST From: Rathe (#14172) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: IC notice (A note tacked to the wall in the R/T round room, and on a few bulletin boards) For sale! One hockey stick, and a new flame thrower (only used by an old lady who would burn belliflora on the weekends). Contact Rathe for further details. --Rathe (comm # 15350) -------------------------- Message 805 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Dec 7 16:55:02 1996 CST From: Ylise (#14877) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: pg-13 Ylise smiled as she walked homeward.... walking through the quiet forest still uncovered from her swim. She had left him sleeping in the sand, silently moving away from his softly breathing body... the sound of the waves crashing against the shore masking her movement's sounds. She walked on through the sand, the sun creeping over the sky in a beautiful display of light and freshness. She smiled down at herself, reminding that the man who slept had shown her the same rising sun in his eyes. She realized no one was present, her body still dripping wet after she had sunk into the sea's depths... cleaning herself of his sweat... still holding unto parts of memories. She delighted in her ability to hold his gaze... knowing all the time he watched her, body swiming in the sea, and when she turned .. approaching him to question his reasonings. How she had caught hold of him. And taken him without objection. He could not stop focusing against her constant orbs of grey fire. Ylise found herself back to the transport bay... quickly dressing, still noting no one near... boarded the transport... and eventually found her way home. It was a purposeful night. -------------------------- Message 806 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Dec 8 03:25:35 1996 CST From: Mhairi (#16533) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Romantic musing, sans muse Mhairi strummed her fingertips along her leg, sitting in the half-light of the small cave she currently called home. The light was horrible for writing, and she knew it, logically. "Wha' does logic 'ave to do weth any o' thess though?" she whispered into the dark chamber, sighing softly. She played with the cord on her drum, wishing she knew how to begin composing something other than a battle hymn, or ritual chant. "Oh he whose hair ess li'e a crow'a feather... no. "My beloved, if ya coul' only see how brigh' ya shine en mine eyes... no. "How like yer star I feel when I... gods above no. She cursed quite fluently in Gaelic, wishing for a muse. "My star, my love, the only one who sees me fer who I... no. The little candle in the room sputtered and the light faded to darkness. "Et jess figures. I mee' the man o' me dreams, and canna tell 'im so. Some bar' I'll be. She sighed softly, and curled up in the little pile of sheepskins she calls a bed, wishing he were there beside her, so she could watch his face as he slept. -------------------------- Message 807 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Dec 8 14:33:52 1996 CST From: Eight-Ball (#17688) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Rumors. It began with a simple nudge in the gut, from a friend to a friend as the man stood at the lounge door. He murmured to others, and the whispers grew quickly. Within a matter of seconds, the entire parition in the R/T lounge was staring at the stranger, basing it upon a single man's words. He simply smiled slyly and non-chalantly sauntered over to a seat at the bar. -------------------------- Message 808 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Dec 10 22:57:16 1996 CST From: Lyetra (#16541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Dreams... Lyetra awoke with the odd sensation of being tied up, and found that she had managed to thoroughly wrap herself in the covers during the night. For days now, ever since her birthday, her dreams had become more vivid - and occasionally more troubled. There were still all of the dreams of dragons, but now she could feel the wind in her hair, or a dragon's warm breath on her shoulder, or scales beneath her hands shining azure blue in the sunlight. Perhaps the only thing in the world she fully desired was to become a dragonrider... still this fantasy seemed far down the path of her life. Now, however, there was a new dream. One of her lover... one of Anansi. They were pleasant enough dreams, but they made her unsure of herself when she awoke. She had been happy, even beyond that night in the bar; it had seemed that whatever had overcome him that night had fallen away. Still, she wasn't quite sure about their relationship. Perhaps she had been too happy... she was forgetting to look for her past. IN the five days since Lyetra had turned twenty years, her dream life had grown infinitely more real. What does this mean? she wondered to herself. She reached for the angels feather she kept on her pillow. Strength, it had been for strength... she wondered where Job was now... she wondered if she had this talisman's strength. -------------------------- Message 809 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Dec 10 23:16:34 1996 CST From: Ynaoise (#11886) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *DragonRiders (#5915) Subject: *announcement* In a prepared statement from Mount Morlith, it was announced that the Dragon Mistress was married to Rider Ynaoise. Immediately following the wedding, the Dragon Mistress, Yjezra, went into labor and bore their son, Etien Cyorse Dracos. Both mother and son are in fine condition, and the child weighed in at 9lbs, 12ozs. Congratulations to the new couple, and Welcome to Etien! -------------------------- Message 810 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Dec 11 21:19:33 1996 CST From: Istabul (#10545) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Bodies in N'Orleans. Istabul carefully steps closer to the body and looks around quickly to see if any others are near. "Seeing no-one, the well-dressed rat pokes the motionless form with a few quick prods from his quarterstaff--there is no movement. `Well then...dead, ahz ah suspected.' A quick lookover revealed a wallet and the fact that the man had been slain by a narrow blade: a poniard, or a rapier. Interesting, but not too particularly noteworthy. Then the rat noticed something on the man's right forearm: a long black scar. He'd heard of these before...Black Scar Guilders. Rumor had it that quite a few of them had turned up dead lately. While he was busy examining the form, he didn't notice the cloaked and hooded shadow approaching from a nearby alley. The `ching' of steel and scabbard alerted him, though, and he lifted his nose whiskers to scent the air. `Well then,' he said, seeing the figure, `What have we here?' `Hello, rat,' the figure answered, `Looking for a job?' Istabul's nose whiskers twitched... -------------------------- Message 811 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Dec 11 21:42:51 1996 CST From: Eight-Ball (#17688) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: More rumors Eight-Ball sat in harpers haven, in his usual seat at the end of the dark table. The door slowly shut, as a figure draped in shadows entered the room. Granger stepped out from behind the bar. A flash of steel lit eir hand. The man that entered swallowed slowly, Eight-Ball sensed his confusion. 'Your In.' The door slammed shut behind the man - another member? Either way, it created an overwhelming effect. The person behind the bar, slowly came toward him. 'This is necessary, after this your part of the group.' The pain wasn't as bad as he thought, this 'Granger' was well at eir work. The witness at the table stood up, after it was over. 'This The pain wasn't as bad as he thought, this 'Granger' was well at eir work. The witness at the table stood up, after it was over. 'This is necessary too.' When he felt the cool pick of a syringe break the skin of his neck, the world faded to black. -------------------------- Message 812 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Dec 11 23:53:08 1996 CST From: Avolent (#16572) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A new Trust (pg-13) Avolent lay in her soft bed of feathers and grass, Lysander lying on the mat next to her.. She stared at the mark now present on her right breast. And moved her finger to the one nearest her thigh. "The pain was nothing... nothing compared to how much I wanted to show you that I was trustworthy..." The words echoed in her brain now. Her neat volume of books, the 7 volumes to which she had spent years writing of... her life... her memories, were no longer present. Instead she could find them in the blaze of the fire, merely ashes now. She mused to herself a moment... [But this is not me... this whole persona... a facade... He knew me... recognized me beyond any physical feature change. I was Karee to him then, as I am Karee to him now.] "I had gone with intention to earn his trust ... a much needed trust. Apocalypse was one of the few who showed any... before" She did not realize she was speaking this aloud, thought instead it was merely her thoughts. Her mind drifted onto the first of her tests. The mage Rathe.. How he had brought him to her in his old dwelling, the place she had lived.... the place she thought she had destroyed. His air was cocky, perhaps unknowing of what was to be. "For your first test, Karee, I want you to kill him." Apocalypse spoke, still doubting perhaps. She had known they were friends.. With a quickness... she brought the mage down.... catching him off gaurd before wrapping her arm around Rathe's neck....twisting it... snapping it away. Apocalypse had been pleased. The burned books had become test 2... the scars... the markings... the third and final. Indeed, she had won his trust againn. She no longer felt fear against his eyes. He was just, and had given her a chance to right herself. She would not abuse it this time. She would not be decieved. She quickly scrawled a drawing of herself... quickly.. hurredly in her only book... the book she had hidden in her sack. The one she was determined to keep. She drew carefully the tiny marks that did appear upon her. There fore life now. Avolent smiled after admiring her work. Smiled and closed the book again. -------------------------- Message 813 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Dec 12 00:01:21 1996 CST From: Avolent (#16572) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: ooc ooc that she knew they were friends was supposed to be a he.. sorry apoca;) Avo -------------------------- Message 814 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Dec 12 21:19:16 1996 CST From: Lyetra (#16541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Visions... The strange visions.. the shadows of her sisters... these thought kept Lyetra company all too well on her way back to Jizo island. She know understood at least part of all her dragon dreams: Aerin lived, or so it seemed. Morpheus had given her everything he could, now it was up to Lyetra to find this man call "the wanderer." It was for her to try to brak the shadow bearing over the form of her young sister. Lyetra simply could not reconcile her small six-year-old sister - such an angel, such a gifted girl - with the image of the beast that seemingly oppressed her. Aerin had been three when Etra saw her last; Lyetra had long been sure of the death of her parents... but had always hoped that her sisters were too young to be enslaved and killed by the raiders that had already taken so much. Lyetra had made up her mind... with Rathe's help (if he was willing, and he had said he was) she would take to the wastelands... -------------------------- Message 815 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Dec 14 06:38:41 1996 CST From: Mhairi (#16533) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Early morning... Mhairi smiled as she ran all the early morning errands, getting the last few spools of pale green silk thread in all of New Orleans for Jazriel to finish up the clothes for the wedding she had been hearing about. It would be nice to be able to sweep all the little green fuzzies out, she often thought to herself. The whole situation struck her as odd, really. She had never thought about marriage. Not for herself, in any case. Marriage was something that happened to other people. Her kin were almost all married now, she thought. She wasn't sure of the younger sister, but they hadn't found her yet, and Mhairi knew she could be married with children already. "Children, now 'ere's a though' ta turn ya en yer bed a' nigh'.. " she muttered softly to herself as Jaza and 'the cat' slept silently upstairs. She folded odd bits of fabric and began readying all the suits and gowns on the trademark mannequins Jaza had made. She found herself idly fingering the pale silk of the wedding gown, smiling at it with a strange look of tenderness. Smoothing the silk, she wrapped her arms around her chest, and imagined the room as another place, and put faces to each of the standing gowns with a smile. "Thess one'd be Devon, 'cause I doon see 'im en ruffles," she chuckled, "En thess, thess ess dark an' brooding 'nough for Morgann... " She shook her head, missing her older brother terribly. There was still hope, she thought, of finding her sister, but even her own kin had said that Morgann was gone. Looking at the bridal gown, she smiled a little sadly, "Morgann, ya ne'er woul' believe et... I's gonna ge' married... " She turned to look in the mirror, her eyes wistful and swimming with images of a future she had never pictured for herself, a husband, her family all around her, and maybe even children. "Wha' a strange road life lea's us down... " she whispered into the dawn stillness of the shop. She smiled again, thinking of how strange it felt to be really loved by someone, for more than just warm flesh or a night of drunken revelry. He was so good to her, cared for her more than anyone she had ever known. It seemed, sometimes, that he cared for her more than she cared for herself. Mhairi thought over and again to herself that she had only wanted to be seen as a woman, not a child. He had shown her something better... not woman, not child. Equal. She loved him for that, more than she had ever loved any other man. It was more than she knew how to express. When he had fallen to one knee before her, after that odd confrontation in the lounge, she had been speechless, Mhairi, the singer, the bard... utterly speechless. There would be plans to make, and her kin to tell. They would be pleased, if they could ever get over the shock of it all. She gathered all the sundry pieces of wedding apparel together, idly dreaming of the day she would do the same with her own. -------------------------- Message 816 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Dec 14 18:42:58 1996 CST From: Ylise (#14877) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Bitter learning.. Ylise laid back on the bed, the sleeping form of Morgoth breathing soundlessly near her. She fingered the small necklace that adorned her neck. The dangling amulet.. peircing.. a sign of his love. Her mind wandered a moment, lost in a strange daze. She touched her finger, only to find the skin. Her black ring... She had given to him. An equal sign. They had held each other through the storm of confusion. She had found a man to whom she could share with ... her life. It startled her at first. |Can I find this love? I had... I had dismissed it. It was so long ago that they had fallen from me... died... left... I had sworn I would stay to my task and nothing more..| Her mind swam for a moment turning back to Morgoth, before feeling fingers fall unto her stomach. They were her own. A sigh crept from her lips... thinking back unto the child she had lost. |It was so soon.. I knew.. I knew there was something wrong| She had felt the pains that day, so intense, aching. She could feel the tiny girl die inside of her. Morgoth had grown so frightened.. yet he kept his calm. He did bring Damien to her aid. Ylise's mind swam back remembering the world.. a chaotic scream.. her scream. Damien had tried to calm her, soothe the pain. The child was dead already. When she did try to push free, she felt his warm light taking the child, taking the child and he, putting it in a tiny box. Damien's calming words made her sleep... her last view of Morgoth, his gaze pained. Unknowing. She had wanted this sleep... Ylise and Morgoth cleansed... freeing themselves from this memory. She had known it was by decision of the Fates. She had made that her answer. She needed to push free the pain entirely. Morgoth had been her comfort. He was her escape. And she had found indeed, that he was more than just a lover. She had found a person to be with for eternities... -------------------------- Message 817 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Dec 17 17:08:21 1996 CST From: Yggidrasil (#10625) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Defenders, or just a cheap excuse for future tps? ;) Yggy heard the startling rumors, some form of tyrranny was spreading, seeing Karcass apoint himself ruler of the world, some kind of freakish emperor, he knew he had to act before others took the mantle of despotism. Yggy thought of his own past actions, defending, helping others, giving out numerous goodies! he decided to form a group of cavaliers that would do the same, and at the same time combat these fools who called themselves warlords. He had to think up ideals, a hierarcy of deeds which would both show rank, and give reward if there was any He knew he wasn't the brightest, maybe his friend Red would give him some pointers (OOC :cackle! boy this will be interesting) -------------------------- Message 818 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Dec 18 21:54:39 1996 CST From: Cheetah (#12402) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: And you thought being a Tech was easy. FEH Cheetah closed the door to his office, brushing himself off, and grumbling to himself rather angrily. It had been one helluva day, certainly not one that entailed his idea of fun. Collapsing into his hammock, he held the security identification badge up to the light, staring at the unusual hologram schematic for a few moments. Thing had most likely saved his life..Crazy couple of women would have probably killed him once they found out they had no chance whatsoever of reprogramming the slayer unit. He grinned to himself silently. He hadn't done a bad job of it either. Encryption on the 'borg had been superb. Would have taken even the best of the Austin back data markets months to crack the encrytion he'd placed on the SL unit.. Nobody could remove FreeWill.. Heck, he didn't know the encryption key himself. He rubbed his side, where one of them, Krystul, had given him a particularly nasty jab with a rapier. Elric and Benjamin had aided him greatly, patching up most of his worse wounds once he made it back to real time.. Benjamin allowed him to use his laptop, allowing him to remotely activate the FreeWill program.. Slayer would have some operating problems for a few days, as the new ethical programming came online, along with everyhing the SL unit had researched in reguards to humanity, and free will. He grinned again. "Wonder if thats a first," He mused aloud.. "First person to ever crack a kilmore borg, re-program it, and allow it complete freedom of will... It wasn't a bad hack at all.. A sorta nostalgic feeling, breaking through someone's security. Reminded him of the fun he used to have on the computer systems back at the colony.. He glanced out the window now, distracted by the cries of one of the gulls, watching a flock of them fight around the docks from his window, apparently after a rations package that had broken open on the docks. He chuckled, watching a haplesss merchant try to chase them away, while franticly trying to return the rations to thier containers. "Damn!" He suddenly said aloud. "Bloody hell.. I have to get to updating the security system for the Tech Order server.. Not to mention getting back up to date on his recent cryogenics work.. He jumped out of the hammock, and sat behind his desk, beginning the monotonous chore of checking for unauthorized outside access to the server, finishing his system updates, and going over the previous few days' access logs. Memories of the Slayer incident where quickly put aside, as he lost himself in the gentle glow of the active plasma display, and the tapping of keys on his keyboard.... -------------------------- Message 819 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Dec 20 23:24:49 1996 CST From: Traxsu (#16334) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: who am I again? Traxsu awoke next to his love, she had told him he had amnesia, and she'd help him get better. he knew his name, and that he had forgotten the rest of his past except for one thing he remembered ; He had to find a way to destory cyborgs. Trunks guessed that his life was dedicated to destorying robots, tho he couldn't remember one bloody thing, he'd have to settle for keeping his lady love safe and well. He rubbed the large bruise on his head, knowing it'd heal sooner of later, and hopefully in time he'd remember what the hell he did, till then she'd have to tell him what to do. -------------------------- Message 820 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Dec 21 02:28:26 1996 CST From: Astaroth (#11804) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Madness of the Mind & Heart... Astaroth growled, thudding out of his own chambers on heavy feet, slamming errant Loyals and Children who did not evade his path in time into the walls with a strength born of anger, and...frustration. "Utter madness...the Techie waved a damned _gun_ in her face even..what did she think me to do, applaud? I didn't suffer a trip to the Midrealm for idle amusement...why can't she see that?", he ranted, stomping through the area until he came to the Transport drop. As the extent of the position he was in became clearer, his frustration and anger rose to match it, so that instead of pressing the pod, he slammed it with a armored fist backed by his own prodigious weight and armor, activating the beacon and crushing the pod simultaneously. Riding the transport towards Jizo, he glared out the windows, alternating between growling and unintelligible shouting mixed with occasional howling. Thoughts of her drifted in his mind, and he cursed himself for not being able to regain control of his focus, his concentration. As the transport approached Jizo in the distance, he thought to himself, "Embryon never had this problem...though I am left to wonder...I don't recall Embryon having any real love or concern for anyone either. Why can I not master simple control of my emotions for this Chosen that I have taken into my chambers? She calls me M'lord...and knowing of what it means, I have called her M'lady...but perhaps....perhaps that was fleeting...maybe what we had between us was illusion in my own mind...maybe the concerns were only mine for her, and truly not reciprocated..." Dismounting the transport, he crashed through the underbrush of Jizo, crushing the skulls of wandering mini-rexs and raptors with his armored fists in great and feral eagerness, heedless of naught but his own thoughts. "It's fortunate Axelle told me of Malley's old haunt on Jizo...Obviously, I need someplace to stay...I refuse to stay in the compound right now...seeing...seeing _her_ would just hurt...and I cannot have the coveners or 'Lords seeing me like this...better I should exile myself here, and wait till she has fo..found another, then return and assume my duties as 'Lord at the compound again when I know she's found another." -------------------------- Message 821 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Dec 21 14:23:46 1996 CST From: Mhairi (#16533) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Fancy meeting you here... Mhairi softly cursed to herself, looking through the mass of papers spread across the workroom desk. "I knew I done lef' tha' poem somewheres... " she muttered, scowling at the rapidly growing mess of papers in her scrawled script. After a quick search, she realized it was nowhere to be found in the shop, looking over everything in the trunk, behind the desk, and even through the papers of that stupid arrogant cat. That only left one place, and it was such a pain to get to... she sighed, and resigned herself to the trip. Upon arrival, she fumbled around in the dark for nearly twenty minutes before finding the entrance to the cave where she had spent her first days in this strange world. She twisted her ankle on the way in, and cursed again, rather fluently. Mhairi let her eyes adjust to the darkness, fumbling around for something by the doorway she hoped would still be there. "Damn.. I knew I lef' the.. ess too dar'... " she muttered, patting herself down for a pack of matches. Something in the dark turned around slowly, armor creaking slightly as they stood up in the back of the cave. She backed against the wall slowly, suddenly afraid, wondering if she should have come... She struck the match against the wall, reaching for a candle in her bag, the light dancing over a monster of a form before the the match sputtered and died, leaving the musty chamber in darkness once more. "Who.... who ess there?" she whispered into the darkness, trembling... -------------------------- Message 822 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Dec 21 14:55:21 1996 CST From: Czynahn (#16898) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Sleeping alone Things were not going well at all. Czynahn pulled at the pillow behind her head, entirely unaccustomed to sleeping alone. That was why sleep failed to come, she was sure of it. It couldn't have anything to do with anyone in particular, it simply couldn't. She was not some feeble woman led around on a leash by her heart. She was the one who led _others_... She reflected over the events of the past few days, and sighed quietly. "Damn that Avolent... this entire mess is her fault." As she thought through all of it, she knew she had handled everything expertly. They all believed her now, which had been a remarkable stroke of luck. She had feared the worst when she heard, what had it been, just a few nights before? The girl had been 'initiated' into the Black Coven by Apocalypse... she had killed the elven mage Rathe for it. Funny that the one remaining Dreadlord at the compound had known nothing of these events. Finding the young tech had been a stroke of luck after their ill-fated combat. He would indeed be useful... -------------------------- Message 823 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Dec 21 20:24:19 1996 CST From: Darius_Lee (#10280) To: *Storylines (#5236) They were back.... I raise my head from my pillow sniffingthe air caustiously. The air was heavy with the scent of sulfer. With a soft growl I get to my feet, the fur on the back of my neck bristling. The shadows-- were back again. THey're clawing fingers tearing and pulling at my mind. I crouch snarling loudly as the shapeless forms meld in and out of the darkness approaching me hungrily. I feel my limbs slowly paralyze with fear. My ears flatten straight back on my head as the tempo of my growl increases with each step that they take. They are coming for me.... Hungry aching probing... devouring.... The steel claws on my paws rip into my bed of pillows as I rake the ground with them in warning.. I no longer dare sleep without them. Wrath like the figures surround me and slowly begin to move in a circle around me twirling. I am trapped. The shrieks of the shadows rent the air as faster and faster they twirl. I wonder, panicing, why no one else hear's they're cries. I groan as the each shrieks breaks through my mind like an arrow through glass. "Papa.... help me..." I whimper as I sink to my haunches in pain. "NO!!! THEY WILL NOT TAKE ME!!! NO NO NO!!!!" I scream and through back my head howling my torment. The shadows dance around me slowly closing their circle tighter and tighter around me. each movement of there forms a taunt at my helplessness. I snap at the shadows desperately trying to keep them back but there is nothing for my teeth to close upon and instead I only feel a searing coldness that makes me draw back in pain. Ice forms on the pillows as the shadows approach, their cold presence freezing everything in their path. The shrieks of the Shadows reach an apex as the shadows meld into one towering shadow. I back away from the shadow growling deseperately. There is no place for me to run to. I stand frozen as the Shadow approaches slowly. Closer closer.... It moves with the easy confidence of a predator knowing it hhas cornered its prey..... Its shapeless tenacle like fingers reach out to me. I alternate between whimpering and snarling, torn between fear and the urge to fight. With a howl that once originated in the depths of hell the Shadow lunges at me sinking into my body. I snarl and twist in pain and agony, the shadow spreading through my body, pressing my own conscience back and replacing it with the shadow's own. NOOOOO!!!!! My spirit cries but it is too late, my mind is gone. *harsh laughter rings through the hall* "At last!!! Rebirth I am freee!!!!!!!!!" THe shadow lays back on the shredded pillows and yawns, licking its paws. "Strangely shaped body but it will do..." THe Shadow settles into sleep. I sit from cage trapped and blind, crying desperately for help but there is no answer. I am locked until released in my stone cage. -------------------------- Message 824 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Dec 21 20:25:14 1996 CST From: Darius_Lee (#10280) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: sorry t that last line should be I sit in my cage trapped and blind, crying desperately for but there is no answer. I am lcoked until released from this stone cage. -------------------------- Message 825 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Dec 21 21:11:49 1996 CST From: Avolent (#16572) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Turnabout is indeed fair play... Avolent awoke in a rather odd position... then realized that her hands were still bound... along with her legs... She looked at the emergency rations of food he had sent to her... old and stale... She had not eaten of it...Her stomach ached slightly... Along with the deep welters of Cheetah's kicks against her body. The room that they had thrown her in was cold and uninviting, a perfect cell..They had tried with foolish psychological games... small silmultaneous beeps... peirces to the ear.... She could fake insanity. She had expected their testing.. his drilling upon her.. and she would find a way out... First she had to find a way to free herself from her bound state. Perhaps she could find a way ... play a bit of a mind game with The Tech order... They seemed to delight in playing games with her..She would die in here before she would falter and crumble again... Once was enough.. ONce she had learned... Now they simply wasted time... Avolent knew Cheetah would not... could not kill her.. "Only a matter of time.." She spoke softly... "And then... he _WILL_ pay." -------------------------- Message 826 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Dec 23 11:37:21 1996 CST From: Nicolai (#17897) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A newbie and RPing I am new to GhostWheel and am not very experienced on MOOs and MUDs in general. For the past few days since getting my character I have been hanging back working on customizing things and doing some minimal exploring. I now feal that I am ready to enter the community at large and join in RP-ing but dont know how to go about this. If anyone could be so kind as to @send me suggestions or advice about how I should get started I would greatly appreciate it. I also am having some problems doing character development about my past since I am not too familiar with the world of GhostWheel yet. I also posted this to *character-issues. Thank you for your help, it is greatly appreciated Nicolai -------------------------- Message 827 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Dec 23 12:59:52 1996 CST From: Milamber (#11545) To: *Storylines (#5236) Greetings, my children: Let it be known that I am settling back into my branches alcove for some weeks of heavy study, as I am researching the effect of the weave on various metaphysical lifeforces. Perhaps some new spells shall result. But as I will not be roaming the Wastelands as much as before, I look to you, my druidic students, to seek out new converts to our ways. Our order MUST grow if we seek to control the mass destruction of Gaia by the terrible lovers of ferrous, the marauders of the earth. Go forth among humankind, gain their trust, interest, and love. I look to you to bring new believers to my alcove, to be indoctrinated into the ways of Teluria. The way is known -- seek the eastern branches of Eldorath. May Gaia guide you, my children. Milamber, Tecumpah of the Druids -------------------------- Message 828 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Dec 23 13:02:20 1996 CST From: Milamber (#11545) To: *Storylines (#5236) The previous words were inscribed on a rough piece of bark, found buried in sand in the Wasteland. The GPS records coordinates of 20, 14, 0 at that site. -------------------------- Message 829 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Dec 24 12:55:29 1996 CST From: Synge (#12541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: post -Looking for anyone who wishes to be a part of the old IC US Marine Corps. Synge was a commander there, and he wasn't the only one who survived into this era. ;) those who are good RPers and maybe have some IC military background. @send Synge. *hugs* thanks.. Syngery. -------------------------- Message 830 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Dec 30 23:37:48 1996 CST From: Alluvia (#12737) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: This was hillarious to play out..... I want to say, that Malice and Akane's RPing was superb! I had a marvelous time tonite.. This is rp for ya all.. This is also what happens with amnesia:) Thanks a bunch guys this was funnnieee!!! Alluvia woke up in a dark, rather dank cave, a blur forming itself into the shapes of the Seeker Rathe and another. Alluvia blinked.. "Where am I?" A flood of confusion came over her. She did not remember any of this. Or even confronting Rathe. She did not remember him brutally overpowering her, flooding her with insanity.. tourturing her and Myst in various horrid ways. She did not remember the flood of electrocution that sent her into unconcious unknowing. "Where am I? Seeker?" She was indeed confused. The Seeker Rathe looked down on her with kind visage, explaining where she was and who the other standing near him was. The cyborg Malice. He explained that they had found her hurt badly, something had struck her, taken her down and left her there in the blasted wastes. Rathe and Malice had taken her back, her state not able to suppourt itself. They had watched over and healed her to health, worrying that perhaps she would be hurt even moreso if they had not interviened. [perhaps the seeker has changed?], Alluvia thought to herself. [Perhaps he was only angered that day...] Alluvia smiled, he seemed so kind, so gentle. As He led her back from this dark place, she was pleased. The Seeker truly was not mad in the mind. She had just misunderstood. "Thank you Rathe... Thank you indeed" Alluvia smiled deeply, kissing Rathe softly on the cheek for his kindness. His (bullshit) caring was genuine. She moved away, eager to get home to her son again. It had been a long day . -------------------------- Message 831 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Dec 31 00:09:50 1996 CST From: Akane (#14270) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Datafile 10329A - The Malice Files Malice sits in front of a small terminal, watching figures speak to him softly, "So you are saying you want Rathe to be you Master?" Malice nodded, "I need a master.. the creators are good, but now I need someone who will beside me in battle, if and when it comes, and who will put my skills to use." The people in the picture nodded, "We have just given Rathe Level A access. good luck." and Malice nodded, "thank you sirs." and shut the term off. Rathe had offered him a proposition.. ownership and a place to lodge.. for a few "favors".. he called them.. Malice of course agreed, knowing one Master is better than none all. "You are Level A user Master Rathe." and Rathe grinned.. in a semi-maniacle way.. "Very good, now.. we have someone who needs.. interrogation.." and malice nodded, and they went through the sewer peoples lair, abandoned long ago.. in a barrack, Myst was lying.. growling at Rathe.. swinging her fists, clawing in a desperate attempt to get free.. but Malice held her at bay. her strongest punch reflecting off his suit of kilmore issue armor.. they began the "interrogation," using Malice's knowledge of Sound therapy, electroshock therapy, and pressure points. Myst never cried Mercy even after she was beaten by malice.. yet Malice only followed command parameters, nothing else. Myst was finally allowed to sleep, and they left.. only to meet Alluvia.. who was argruing with Rathe and Kzin.. which confused malice.. but he stood by Rathe. capturing Alluvia.. they brought her in with myst, and made her watch as malice beat myst across the face.. making both of them beg for mercy. Alluvia was spelless, her brain clouded with insanity.. so they used the same technique as on Myst.. which finally broke Alluvia down into crying out mercy.. which made Rathe happy... almost satisfied.. [later that day] malice finished recharging.. his circuits fully loaded.. he walked into the barracks, only to find a mage duel.. so Rathe called on him to use his limited knowledge in Electroshock therapy.. all seemed well, but alluvia kept a magic shield up.. blocking the electricity.. until finally, a loophole was found, and the full shock jolted Alluvia into seizures and unconciousness.. They waited for her to come around, and when she did.. Malice noted duly that alluvia was confused and had seemed to lose her short term memory.. we released the crystal shard laced shackles. and made a false story on how she got here.. she believed it, and left for the the surface.. -At the surface- Alluvia smiled at Rathe and malice, the R/T building never looking so good to here.. we explained how we had her stuff, and she believed.. then, she kissed rathe on the cheek, and left.. leaving Rathe with a very serious face for about 3.535 minutes.. until he burst out laughing.. Malice does a few manuvers, and the files are stored in a heavily secured area of his central mainframe ----------------------------[End File]---------------------------- I'd like to congratulate the following on their good show of RP. -Alluvia -Myst -Rathe -Blizzard The TP will continue prolly :) ( Akane - Malice - Synge) , -------------------------- Message 832 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Dec 31 09:45:38 1996 CST From: Myst (#13170) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Imprisonment Myst lay huddled in a damp puddle in the room they had chosen for her 'cage'. The door was magically sealed; she had thrown herself at it many times, but to no avail. She had been so foolish... After Rathe had bested her the last time, she had always wanted to seek revenge, and she donned a disguise and stared at him repeatedly in the lounge, almost driving him mad. But the disguise had soon failed, and after being gagged for over two hours by the same spell that had held the Magistra Alluvia on a previous evening, Rathe finally gave up and left. But she wouldn't let him get away that easily, oh no... She had followed him into the R/T underground, and attempted to ambush him, but the seeker had been rather prepared for anything. She fell.. again... And she fell once more and then she was here. Water dripped in the background, rodents scurried about.... They had come in and beat her many times; her blood was caked on her body like a cloak...numerous badly healed and healing wounds covered her from the waist up.... She had tried to attack Rathe when he entered her cell with others..but that failed as well. The cyborg had done most of it, with Rathe watching by...the punches, the claw rakes...that horrible sound that shattered her eardrums... She shuddered and touched her face, feeling the scabbed claw marks down her nose and cheek. She growled low in her throat, almost like an animal...He would pay for this, assuming she ever escaped... Footsteps approached...they were coming again. She would not break. She mustn't. She WOULDN'T. (PG-13..forgot to put it in the title, sorry; kept most of the blood n' guts out of it too... :) ) -------------------------- Message 833 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Dec 31 11:43:38 1996 CST From: Lyetra (#16541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A flyer seen in mulitple locations aruond the R/T building Written in Lyetra's delicate and concise calligraphy (and on paper nicer than what someone would usually scatter about) is this message: Lyetra Orynx seeks information regarding the identity of a man known only to her as "The Wanderer." He is said to be living in the Wastelands, and may carry valuable information in the search for Lyetra's missing sister. Call Lyetra by comm if you have any information. Thank you. OOC - this gets the sadly delayed tp underway, i hope. ;) Being at home and not being able to connect as much sucks. -------------------------- Message 834 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Dec 31 12:27:34 1996 CST From: Myst (#13170) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Dreams They came again...much the same battering accompanied their entry. Then she seemed to wake into a dream..mist floating all around her, and her husband waiting... She smiled, but realized she was still bound. Devon flicked his fingers and the bonds fell off. Was she rescued? A flutter of hope ignited in her heart. She dragged her battered and tired body off of the fetid floor and staggered to his arms. She caught a whiff of something as she approached her husband. It didn't smell like him...but it was probably just the stench of this place... Myst huddled in his arms, looked up into his face smiling when she asked him what happened to Rathe and the others. But she found out quickly that this was not Devon. His features turned demonic, fangs and claws... More pain. She saw his twisted face leering down at her as she backed away from the assault. "Why?" she cried, feeling that this wasn't Devon. But she saw his eyes...the pain, everything was so real. Everything went black, and she was awoken by a calm voice...a cooling sensation as her wounds closed. She turned and stared through blood-caked hair at her healer. Rathe? No.. no..he was the enemy...but Devon.. She was confused. She closed her eyes, searched her mind for a place of quiet focus. They were attempting to use Devon against her..somehow. She mustn't give in. "Devon loves you and would never harm you," she thought to herself. Yes. That was it. She grasped that thought and held on to it tightly. Never forget this, she told herself. Illusions... that is all they are. The pain was real, but she didn't know how powerful magic could be... She had to stay focused...for her sake.. for her child and her husband. Thoughts of Devon returned. She recalled their marriage, the birth of their son. "He loves me," she repeated mentally. She was jarred from he mental refuge by something. The mist was cool on her face...she looked up and saw Devon again. Was this a dream, or a looping reality? When the claws bit down into her flesh again, and she stared into the dark, evil maw of a demon, she had her answer. The quasi- reality seemed to repeat, though her tired mind couldn't be sure... She kept seeing Devon's face, and kept repeating "He loves me. This is an illusion..." to herself over and over, even as the claws and fangs came again... (PG-13..ack I forgot it again :) Sorries. I guess just assume all posts about this tp are PG-13 unless otherwise posted...I need more coffee..mind isn't working yet.. ) Myst -------------------------- Message 835 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Dec 31 13:07:33 1996 CST From: Dexter (#14882) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: RATED XXX Dexter luxuriated in the warmth of his Tech Order office. The heady smell of 40 weight and manly sweat pervaded the cozy area. Several parts of unfinished droids lay about, works in progress of perhaps creating a perfect mate. The lovely, lovely servos glinted in the filtered light. Dexter closed his eye, remembering the night before. The socket wrench. That philips screwdriver. He crushed his lower lip with his ivory teeth, feeling a swell. Dexter knew that today was a happy one. The scratch and sniff edition of Popular Mechanics was about due. Oh the visions of Miss Kilmor 2367. Tiny, pert LEDs blinking. Silken wires entwining about shining metal, Binding. Restrictive. Half lidded, he gazed at the ceiling releasing a gentle sigh. Dexter could only hear himself saying over and over, "I need to get out more often... I need to get out more often..." and took a cold shower. -------------------------- Message 836 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Dec 31 13:18:17 1996 CST From: Rantan (#13530) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Wreckage Rantan looked around his garage and office. The ruins of his place scattered around the area. He knew he was never good at chemistry, but his experiment had been worse than the disaster he made in the eigthth grade in the chemistry lab. He had been working on a robot which i knew very little about. The robot was going to be propelled by a airplane engine. This robot which he was trying to programm would be able to go underwater and look at the sea. But rantan failed because of the little knowledge he had. He had seen his fellow collegues and friends work on robots, but he never had on hand experience. When he was working on the robot he spilt some oil inside the gears of the robot, he then lit a cigarette which he set down isnide the robot. he then all so poored gasoline and some other chemiclal which he has seen been used. There was then a hissing sound, so rantan ran. out of the garage just before the garage blew up making it hard to believe he was from the tech order. Rantan knew he would get in *!*$! so he quickly tried to clean up, and then left a note on cheetah desk, and then went out, away, trying to go search for a new way to become a better techie. -------------------------- Message 837 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jan 1 11:38:32 1997 CST From: Rathe (#14172) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Ending Rathe grimaced, attempting as best he could to his wounds. He lay in the bath houses, against a wall, his stomach burt like fire, he was amazed he had not yet died. He almost smiled, chuckling (or at least attemting to). "Too weak to kill me.. I too weak to kill her.. The robot, though, will die." He clutched a fist as a stab of pain filled his mind. "I will show weakness no longer." Rising as best he could, his wounds almost managable now, he made his way through the forests of Jizo, staggering, sometimes crawling towards the transport. He laughed once more. "Never again. Pity, compassion.." He smiled despite the pain. "Illusions in the minds of fools." (OOC) Thanx to Myst and Malice for the fun RP. Both of ya did a real good job in this little tp :) (OOC) -------------------------- Message 838 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jan 1 13:39:25 1997 CST From: Myst (#13170) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Release Myst sat in the lounge, recalling as best she could, the past days events... It was largely blurred...Rathe having slowly twisted her mind in ways she still did not realize. He had told her that Devon was the one responsible for her wounds, yet she recalled quite clearly that Rathe and the robot had repeatedly beaten her and subjected her to various form of torture, attempting in some sadistic plot to get her to beg for mercy. But still..the dreams showed a demonic Devon hacking into her with claws like a creature... What could she trust? Her mind or Rathe? Rathe was her friend, and wouldn't deceive her..but why did she remember him hurting her? It was all too confusing. Rathe took her to Jizo to cleanse herself of the caked blood on her body, and to lift the stench of the place where he had 'taken her to safety' as he put it. She needed saving from her own husband? Again, the blur... A mysterious man who called himself Baltisaar had come into the lounge and in her battered state, nearly frightened her half to death..eyes glowing, speaking in riddles about the return of some great evil...and then his glass of water seemed to boil and then explode... But he had healed the claw marks that the robot had dug into her face...or was it the demon's claws? She growled under her breath at not being able to remember what had actually happened... She told him a bit of her story, feeling that it was all she could do to repay for his efforts. It pained her to tell what she knew... and deep inside her head, a little voice spoke "Lies! Devon is at fault! Devon! Not Rathe!" She shoved the voice aside, knowing that it must be false...had to be false. On Jizo, when she had recalled taking a walk with Devon in the Moss Garden, he had told her that all he had said to her in the last few days was all lies. Now she had been even more confused... Devon supposedly lied, and Rathe did as well? What could she trust?! What Rathe told her, seemed to verify her memories, but perhaps he was only saying this to help her live her life with the allegedly implanted memories of Devon's.. If they could not be removed...perhaps he was trying to make her believe in them, if she could not see the truth. She pondered that thought...that all the memories in her head were lies...no truth to them. That she had been corrupted and subverted..used by Devon... She could not believe that either. Another voice in her head shouted "Rathe lies! Devon loves you! You swore to remember this!" She started at the voice. She had sworn to remember this? Now that added some weight to her questionable memories. She had not time to ponder this further, as, almost on a whim, Rathe entered the Lounge, casually, as if nothing were amiss. As if not an hour ago, she had been holding the hilt of the long knife into his chest, twisting it slightly, as he confirmed her memories. He called her weak, mocked her...made vain attempts to frighten her. Although she did tremble as her memories of her torture surface once more, her rage fueled as Rathe condemned Alluvia and her again...Helping to take the misty veil off of the blur she could not remember. Her rage towered and burned, consuming her, as she openly threatened Rathe, promised to kill him on sight when next they should meet... He left, whether or not he was scared Myst was unsure. Shortly after he left, she collapsed to her knees, strength used up, sobbing. She had to get home now...and get the story from Devon...she would see how he really was...and she hoped that deep down, Rathe and the dreams had not been right... (Sorry for the spam...long post, cause lots happened :) Thanks go out to Malice, can't be tortured without an emotionless borg :), and Rathe, for playing a really convincing, frightening, please-hate-me bad guy :) I look forward to crossing swords with you in the future :) *hugs all around for great RP! :) ) Myst, happily free and edging on insanity -------------------------- Message 839 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jan 1 18:57:43 1997 CST From: Malice (#18285) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Master struggle? or the lackey wars? The day had been not as eventful as others hoped.. the people at Kilmore monitoring Malice through his ocular perceptors. watching him get in league with two mysterious females, no one knowing who they were.. Malice had done well over all.. his programming withstood the change of masters.. they kept an eye on the hidden sector of Malice's cerebral mesh.. knowing that area would one day or another open up.. hoping it wouldn't. Meanwhile later, they watched as Rathe led the blood laden Myst to Jizo island, preserving her modesty and privacy by leaving the room while she bathed.. The next few events were not surprising.. Myst seemed to Believe Rathe, and even hugged him, but then grabbed his blades, and watched with silence as she plunged the wicked edged blades through his abdomen, his mouth oozing blood.. as Rathe broke down and told her what happened, how he brainwashed her.. yet Myst still seemed to be with a hint of doubtfulness, as if she believed rathe the first time.. and when Rathe commanded him to help him up, Malice naturally replied with his programming, telling rathe that he couldnot.. Rathe was furious, and drew a shotgun, telling them to leave.. they left without further adeu, each going different ways.. The scientists quit the monitoring, and jotted down a few notes, taking screen shots of Malice's brain core, and his functions.. noting each carefully... (to be continued) Thanks Myst and Rathe for the fun RP, and for the two unamed female $players as well.. more will be revealed -------------------------- Message 840 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jan 2 17:38:07 1997 CST From: Myst (#13170) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Deja Vu - Rated PG-13 (R for those who like to draw sick conclusions) Myst found herself floating in mid-air, flush against the wall of the Lounge, suspended by Rathe's magic. She had touched a nerve when she had spoken to Rathe of Lyetra, after she had left the Lounge in a hurry. A useful piece of information to salt away. Seeing him rather wide open, she took this time to toss in a few choice insults, words and prods, hoping to force him to leave, or at least let her down. The effect wasn't quite as she had expected. She found herself being thrown around the lounge by an increasingly angered Rathe... Her only hope, was to give him what he wanted. A fight. She didn't want to battle him, having just recently eluded his clutches after a series of horrifying days spent in a dark prison. She also had narrowly escaped him during a battle that she had not provoked, but was drawn into, the previous night. So, she had to face him, the rage she felt at being imprisoned adding force to her blows, the crowning achievement of the fight being when she scored a critical hit to Rathe face with her rapier, turning the battle in her favor. A few more strokes and he fell. She carried him north, attending to his wounds before being pushed away, reviving him...she had wanted so much to kill him, but like the day she escaped, when she held the long knife in his gut, she could not kill him, again giving him the mercy he did not. (scratch that period) accord to her. She sent him fleeing, and celebrated by herself with some warm tea. She would depart quickly for the Mount in case he tried anything else. Three encounters in three days was too much. As she stepped out of the Lounge, a sharp blow landed acorss the back of her skull, sending her staggering forward, fumbling for her long knife. A figure stepped out of the shadows, staff in hand. Rathe. Drawing out her long knife and rapier, she asked the reason for the unprovoked attack, already knowing that Rathe was a poor loser. Her head slightly spinning, she knew she did not have a chance. She backed towards the pedestal as Rathe advanced, vexing herself for not calling up for Daan before leaving the Lounge, knowing that Daan could not possibly arrive in time to whisk her away to safety. She must stand and fight. Fight she did, but she crumpled under Rathe's furious assault..perhaps her success beforehand was not skill, but luck? It mattered little. She awoke with numerous aches all over her body, in the same prison she had escaped from two days earlier. She closed her eyes, tears forming... She had been foolish again. Rathe would probably not let herself go so easily this time... In a moment of comical thought, she pondered whether or not Devon was going to put a collar around her neck and kept her on a very short leash on the Mount so she would not get into trouble again. (Yeah, yeah, I know..you're all groaning "AGAIN??!"...Well, Myst succeeded in doing something foolish (yet again), and even though she lucked out the first time, still managed to get caught.. Rathe wasn't finished with her anyways :) His conscience got the better of him, and he forgot a few choice kicks. I just can't wait for Devon to return..heehee..he'll thump me good for this one :) (Just kidding of course, Devon's a reall sweetie :) ) Myst -------------------------- Message 841 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jan 2 17:42:11 1997 CST From: Rathe (#14172) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: OOC post, heh :blinks innocently. "Me? Oh no.. That was my evil twin brother!.. No.. It was a full moon! Thats it.. yeah..." *grins* later folks. --Rathe (sadistic elf) -------------------------- Message 842 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jan 2 17:44:13 1997 CST From: Myst (#13170) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: OOC post. Myst quietly nudges Rathe in the gut, hard. Be thankful I left some stuff out :) Batting her lashes innocently, Myst -------------------------- Message 843 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jan 2 17:46:01 1997 CST From: Malice (#18285) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: OOC post. Kinky... *wink wink nudge nudge* *smile innocently, still winking* A1407 -------------------------- Message 844 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jan 4 02:56:34 1997 CST From: Yseult (#4778) To: *DragonRiders (#5915) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Birth Announcment. On July 12th, 2637, Yseult Thairesdodder and Samael Devorak announced the birth of their son, and are apparently still deciding on a name for him. -------------------------- Message 845 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jan 4 11:07:32 1997 CST From: Lykaj (#6068) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Birth announcment. I think Yroshi would be a great name for the kid. Yes no maybe? Or else? -------------------------- Message 846 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jan 4 11:10:05 1997 CST From: Nigel (#7159) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: ... No...Yroshi is at least marginally pronouncible...Yseult likes unpronouncible names like Ilkirweibrazxiwiezthen. -------------------------- Message 847 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jan 4 11:26:44 1997 CST From: Lykaj (#6068) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: ... Thats true. So we call the bratt Yroshi for short -------------------------- Message 848 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Jan 5 20:24:49 1997 CST From: Axelle (#9124) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Back from the honeymoon! Kynwal and Axelle Taliesin are back from their extended honeymoon. They had a wonderful time in sunny Hawaii. -------------------------- Message 849 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jan 6 13:12:31 1997 CST From: Lyetra (#16541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Full of Thought... So much was changing... with so little reason. Lyetra, after spending much time mewed up in her room thinking or writing (but not often sleeping), had come to at least one very important decision. She needed to face Anansi, and find out the truth - all of it. If he could not tell her *everything* then little between them could be salvaged. She was tired of being made a fool of by Temple, and more tired still of knowing so little of the truth her Love owed to her. Rathe was another question.. he seemed so strange of late, and she had no idea how to deal with the changes. The conversations between rathe and Myst baffled her, and Rathe had assured her many times that Myst was not of sound mind. She seemed fine to lilly, but then again, Lyetra was no real judge of what was right or normal anymore. Even after all this time in her room, with her quills and ink, little decent work had come out of her. Only this one certain thing - find out Anansi's truths, and move ahead with life. -------------------------- Message 850 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Jan 10 00:26:38 1997 CST From: Akane (#14270) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Dreams [Chapter 1] Akane turned restlessly in his sleep.. sweat rolling off his face, dampening the pillows in his hotel rooms. in his dream tonight.. he saw this.. "He walked down a long hall.. adorned with pictures of Mages, from the great Magus Kynwal, to the seeker Rathe.. they seem proud in the picture, and Akane smiles.. but the picture coherse.. the one of Kynwal changing into a unearthly creature.. devoid of flesh.. and Rathes picture changed into what . he feared the most.. a large, black creature.. that used to plague jizo shores.. with its lashing tentacles.. Akane cried out, and ran, entering a metallic door.. Inside.. he was met with a familiar Face.. the one of Morrigan, standing proudly with Stormchild in his hand.. he bowed to Morrigan, but Morrigan uttered a low growl, and yelled, "Embryon! you will die!" swinging Stormchild at Akane before he could react.. stormchild disentigrating him within seconds.. only for Akane to wind up in a room with his love.. Jezebel.. he smiled, and walked over to her.. but before she could walk to him, three figures jumped out, holding Jezebel tightly.. one drawing a knife, and killing her right before his eyes. Akane screamed, and he saw a logo on the third man's suit.. the logo was mind shattering.. that of a White Viper.. he grinned, and pulled out a blowgun, shooting Akane in the neck with it.. and dragging him to a teleporter.. inside the room they appeared, slamming Akane down on a table.. the room was devoid of exits, and they grinned, one putting on a set of Steel claws, and raking a finger across his left cheek.. blood ribboning down... Akane struggled to cast an incantation, but nothing happened.. the men laughed, and drew out a familiar needle, pricking it below Akane's left earlobe.. the blue liquid causing Akane to cry out in pain and fall into unconciousness.." Then he awoke, screaming loudly, his eyes bloodshot and ravening.. his cheek did have the long scratch mark.. but he didn't know how it got there.. his thoughts keep going back to Morpheus, his sight showing this.. but he screamed out, "You will never take Jezebel away from me! I swear on all thats holy!" and he fell unconcious again, a blue liquid trailing out of his side lip... (TP action trying.. Akane) -------------------------- Message 851 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Jan 10 12:55:13 1997 CST From: Lyetra (#16541) To: *Storylines (#5236) He came to her as he always had; standing on the heath in the morning fog, amidst a patch of the yellow flowers the people of her village had always grown over the graves of the dead. His violet cloak and his dark hair stirred in some ethereal breeze. As she had for over 3 years now, she ran to him, delighted. Into his waiting arms. He embraced her and greeted her in Gaelic, as he always had, "Mo choill, Lyetra, mo choill." My love, he called her, and she was. The figure of Syyrl Tourish smiled down at her, concern in his deep eyes, and Lyetra felt that she knew why she dreamed him know - almost 3 months after her last vision of him. The settled down on the pathc of flowers, and he stroked her red curls for a long time before he finally spoke. 'My only love, you dodge fate,' he said, 'You know this is not right.' Etra closed her eyes, and he went on, 'You know what you must do and yet you dally. You dawdle and pretend to write, you think too much on things you can not change and do yourself harm.' It was true. For weeks now, she'd shuttered herself up in her room, and had no more than 10 lines to show for her 'work.' Her cough and fevers were back. 'You sit in that lounge, and drink your coffee, waiting for that elf to tell you everything he never will about how he spends his time. You fret over his change - his actions towards the women who say he has harmed and punished them. He will tell you no more than what he already has,' Syyrl continued with heartfelt strength, 'You are made a fool of by that... snake. You are all but abandoned by your unfaithful lover. You speak of seeking truth from him, but your path is blocked by fear.' Lyetra was watching him closely now. He did not look into her eyes, only went on talking. he held her hand, now. 'Etra, ina perfect world, you would have taken my name two years ago. Our son would be a growing toddler, a handful - playing with his young aunts and spoiled by his grandparents," They both smiled. She remembered her dream of Syyrl and thier child; Syyrl had told her it was a son... and together they had called him Luthe. 'But this is not a perfect world,' he looked intently at her, and their smiles faded, 'I died before we could be married, and you lost Luthe before he was born. And though Maire and your parents are gone, Aerin needs you. While you wait - expecting the universe to be only pretending its evil - your sister suffers. And so do you.' Lyetra averted her gaze, 'I wait for knowledge, Syyrl. I wait to be told where to go. I try to discern Anansi's truthfulness, I try to be there for Rathe.' Syyrl cupped her chin in his hand, forcing her eyes, one green and one gold, back to his deep blue ones. 'Anansi is more than likely false with you. Rathe would, perhaps, follow you into the wastes, but he is probably too busy with his 'work' instead. He needs no comforting. If you go into the wastes knowing you will find the one you seek, you will find him sooner or later.' Etra blinked back tears, and Syyrl embraced her again, saying, 'I am but a figure in a dream, to comfort you. I tell you nothing that you don't already hold as true. It is fear, Etra, fear. And that is all.' She breathed in the deep dream-scent of him, and finally said, 'Yes, mo choill, I know.' She felt herself floating upward, out of sleep. She could hear Syyrl's voice within her mind, 'I want you to be happy. I go with you always, my would-be wife. I want your destiny fulfilled.' And as her eyes fluttered open, she thought she saw his shape stirring the dust motes in a shaft of sunlight across her bed - and the betrothal ring on her right hand was warm as a lover's touch. **OOC - sorry about the length.. and any typos. But hey, I'm a creative writing major who's been too lazy to write all winter break - i gotta get back in the swing before calsses strat back up ;) - Lilly -------------------------- Message 852 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Jan 10 22:17:08 1997 CST From: Khyber (#12460) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The young and the dead Khyber walked with the eagle in the midrealm, his talons raking his flesh.. the eagle gazed at him, **Have you learned from this child?** it says in a deep voice, booming like fresh thunder.. Khyber growled slightly, "Axelle was my love.. she was what I had.. what I lived for, and now the magus has her.. I have learned many a thing Eagle.. the next time won't be so lucky-- and he was halted in midspeech as the eagle screeched loudly, **NO! you will learn that your life is nothing more than death upcoming.. she is not yours.. nor will she ever be..** and grabbed Khyber with a talon, squeezing him in a crushing hold.. **You will be sent back.. but know this.. I grow tired of your actions Khyber.. learn it, or next time, I will shoot you past my reach..** and khyber, nodded.. The eagle then tossed khyber's body through the portal, into his office.. his body was alive, his tongue.. he kicked the wall, growling.. he forced himself to remember... "The day seemed normal enough.. he made conversation with the Axelle, Rathe, and Myst.. pity Myst was so damned dense.. she wanted to duel with khyber.. all because he was making peaceful conversation of his past life with Axelle.. it was ever so humorous to him, and he said finally, "what, you're gonna fight me?" and Myst did just that, using Axelle's shadow blade., of course, Khyber anticipated every move, and dodged easily.. he then lashed out with his long knife, catching her throat, and then her forehead with the skilled ease of a fighter.. Myst put her head in defeat, walking to Axelle, "mistress, I have failed you." and Khyber chuckled, "please.. this is all too amusing." and then.. it happened.. his body suddenly grew rigid, his bones snapping into place.. Axelle was doing some sort of spell.. which made him impossible to move.. he tried to get the nymph to help, but she was an airhead.. and then, Axelle commanded myst to break his arm.. which she did.. the arm cracking off like a newborn fig twig.. there was no pain, until he was warmed again.. Axelle demanded for Khyber to say he loved her, which he did mockingly.. only waiting till his arm was healrd.. Myst then asked if he had proof of his former love of Axelle, and he grinned, just as Kynwal materialized out of thin air.. Khyber had his long knife drawn, and knocked myst out with a series of blows to the head, grabbing her, and running to the makeshift lab under the R/T, then he laughed, and proceeded to maim her arm.. lobbing it off like a butcher beheads a chicken.. and watched Myst writhe and scream.. then.. a portal appeared, and Rathe, Axelle, and Kynwal stepped in.. each with a weapon drawn.. Khyber knew his odds were outnumbered, so he grabbed Axelle, and drew a knife to her throat.. pressing against it in an ever so painful manner, blood ribboning slightly.. Kynwal then grew fumed, and cast some spell, lightning wreathing out from his hands like a spider making a web.. the polymer armor absorbing the full brunt of the shock with its rubber, but he feel back.. only for Rathe to puncture his chest with solitude (I know, your thinking - Boy is he clumsy), and he spit blood, his eyes draining blood from his pupils instead of salty tears.. Axelle then maimed him.. ripping his tongue from his mouth with soulshadow.. his voice gone.. Khyber seemed to plead to be killed, but Kynwal healed him up enough to live.. a dire punishment. Kynwal then looked to Khyber, and told him never to touch his family again, and then, grabbing his throat with some cat-like claws, ripped it out easily, Axelle holding the tongue in her hand... he then was grabbed by the eagle.. -the end -------------------------- Message 853 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jan 11 12:49:41 1997 CST From: Rathe (#14172) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Blood: It Does a Body Good. Rathe was strolling about in the sewer tunnels deep below Real/Time.. Glancing about, he idly wondered what had ever happened to the original occupants. Someone had said they where all killed off by the submariners.. Some big war? Well, who cared. The place was his, now. Not exactly an elegant piece of real estate, but it worked for detaining his enemies, and was a rather decent hideout. Arriving at his office, he stepped inside, locking the door behind him. Sitting down in one of the beanbags strewn about the place, he began to think back on the day before.. He'd been having blackouts recently, it seemed that he'd often walk into the lounge, then lose a chunk of time for up to half an hour.. It was a rather odd thing, and it seemed everyone would be looking at him rather unusually when he came to.. Maybe he was out-doing himself.. Working on his magic and studying as he was recently, some side-effects where bound to happen.. He wouldn't worry about it. This day had, however, been a pleasant bit of excitement in comparison with the days spent in DarkReach. Khyber had taken it upon himself to capture Myst, and with Axelle and Kynwal, they had taught the foolish little techie a lesson..Not that he was likely to learn. The fellow'd never been horribly bright, as far as Rathe was concerned. Rathe'd seen Kzin that same day, in Real/Time.. As it was something Kzin was incredibly good at, they stirred up quite a bit of trouble in Real/Time.. The riders where about, and Kzin got a bit of damage in on one of the lizards.. He grinned to himself. "Damn, but that Ylise girl's just gotta learn when to shut up.." he snickered, and stretched further out in the beanbag, stifling a yawn. Yawning again, and settling out in the beanbag as to be comfortable, Rathe fell asleep, the cares of the day quickly forgotten. (OOC: Pardon the all the horrible spelling, ect. I just woke up, and am not much for postin right now :) ) -------------------------- Message 854 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jan 11 13:16:00 1997 CST From: Myst (#13170) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Eye for an eye (Rated PG-13, one or two scens of gore though, so be careful :) ) Myst sat on her bed, rubbing at her shoulder, half-expecting to feel pain. The night had not been pretty. She remembered the lounge, or some of it, at least...she seemed to zone out every now and then, and come to herself suddenly, finding herself standing up when she did not remember standing and the like. After one such episode the previous night, she was resting at the bar, sipping her tea. Mistress Axelle, Rathe and Avolent were there...the tension that passed between the three apparently gone now, having aroused Axelle's anger once already. Then came Khyber. Oddly enough, he started talking to Axelle in a very friendly manner, which wasn't all- together strange; Axelle was a very likeable person...but, he spoke of a past love, and how he wished to resume it with Axelle.... The Mistress seemed to have no interest in it however, but Khyber being Khyber, refused to take a hint. "Is this man bothering you, Mistress," she inquired, not wanting to disrupt any plan Axelle might be making, liking to toy often with others, in good fun. But when her Mistress replied that Yes, indeed this man was beginning to annoy her, Myst set about righting the problem. Drawing her long knife and making rather peaceful suggestions didn't seem to clue Khyber in that he was making a nuisance of himself, and should that he should stop. Just as she thought; he was stubborn down to the last atom. But she expected no less. He did seem a bit affected when Mistress Axelle generously handed Myst her dark blade, giving her complete permission to accept Khyber's challenge to silence him. She swung the masterful blade with all of her skill, but Khyber was like herself in many ways...so used to combat that she could not land a blow. Perhaps she was getting old... Nevertheless, she bowed her head in shame, kneeling before her Mistress in failure, offering her back her blade. Myst seemed to find this strange, but accepted the stroke of luck that Axelle was not displeased. Myst watched as Axelle took the situation into her own hands, freezing Khyber solid, much to Myst's pleasure. He would not be able to dodge if he couldn't move. She smiled broadly as Axelle commanded her to break off his swordarm when he refused to comply with her requests. Cracking the frozen limb off as if breaking a twig over her knee, Myst casually waved the shattered arm in front of Khyber's head, who was spitting various obscenities mixed with threats. She smiled in satisfaction, handing the arm to Axelle. Axelle reattached the limb, and freed Khyber from his prison of ice, but he was by no means repentant. Grabbing his long knife rapidly, he swung at Myst, felling her in a few blows as she reached for her blade, and then all went black... She awoke in a dimly lit room, with Khyber leering over her with a proud smile. He quickly enacted his cruel revenge, taking her arm in exchange for his, but he expressed no intent to reattach it later. She growled in anger, wondering what else the sadistical fighter would do next, but she had no time to ponder the matter as Rathe, Axelle and Kynwal entered through a large magical portal. She smirked, knowing that Khyber was outnumbered, and outclassed by far, and would not likely escape this one. Perhaps the Mistress would allow her to exact her own revenge from him... She set about healing her mangled limb when Khyber placed his long knife at Axelle's throat. Kynwal fumed as he saw his wife in danger. Myst could do little, pain wracking her entire body, her swordarm being the one that Khyber had lobbed off. A bright flash lanced out from Kynwal's finger at Khyber, momentarily distracting him long enough for Myst to wrest the knife away from Axelle's neck so she could escape, then she herself rolled away, pain knifing through her arm as she did so. She came up into a defensive crouch, drawing her knife with her off-hand. She would exact something from him, were she allowed. She attempted to stand, but the pain and loss of blood proved too much, as she slumped to the floor unconscious. She had been lucky to remain conscious as long as she had... -------------------------- Message 855 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Jan 12 05:20:31 1997 CST From: Kzin (#5800) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Rated, oh, say, PG-13, due to no reason I can really think of ;) Kzin paced through his house, occasionally reaching out a hand to touch the wards on the downstairs walls, checking thier strength, and how well thier binding was holding since thier creation, mere days ago. He mulled over the events of the previous night. Starting with encoutering her on the wheel, and finding that all he feared was not neccisarily true. The familiar patterns seemed to suck him in, drawing his mind from the turmoil of his quarrels with the Riders, and his strange encounter with the Lady Tadewi. For a moment, his mind spun the strange series of arguments and the same words, as each time before, bieng thrown about, then left them behind, to lose itself in the intricate whirls and spirals of the wardings. The silence deepened in the room as he poured power into his makings, the silence almost opressive, only occasionally broken by the scrape of his bootheel on the hard stones. And slowly, a soft breeze stirred in the room. Not warm of cool, this was the bitter cold of the wintery highlands, frosting even the cloth, not to mention stone, and skin. Shivering slightly, he activated the last warding, and with a low, rasping whisper, exclaimed "It's done...secure. Let them try to find those I take, now.....they shall only find the fields of ice. Here, I can work." Letting his hand drop away from the stone and it's now-inlaid patterns, he went back into the bedroom and collapsed, feeling the dregs of power throb through his veins. Soon, sleep captured him...into dreams of the Shadow, and the Light. -------------------------- Message 856 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Jan 12 10:04:03 1997 CST From: Yggidrasil (#10625) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: gotta grow up sometime I guess, rated PG Yggy had stayed home the entire day, for a change he talked to Kisanth, not just giggled and played like a child. His problem is for the first time in his life, he killed someone, he'd killed those silly creatures on the wheel, but never an actually real living thinking being. He traced his steps of why he did it then. Rathe, Kzin as well, first it was the constant attacks of Kzin on his honor, he mocked him constantly, and even Yggy knew that was a battle he could not accomplish. Rathe kept saying how dragons taste like chicken, then contined to comment on their being a delicacy. Yggy ouldn't stand it, he traced his thoughts, he tried to make Rathe stop, in the end it came down to all three with shotguns, after Yggy killed Rathe, Kzin took him out. For a second after his remorse, Yggy realized nothing was lost, if Rathe were dead for good, then he could feel bad, but the eagle would return him and life would go on, it didn't really matter so he cheered up. Kisanth rolled his eyes at Yggy's logi, but at least he wasn't upset anymore so he remained quiet, Kisanth reminded himself to learn how to sleep with his eyes open, so he could listen to Yggy's rambling next time -------------------------- Message 857 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Jan 12 20:08:30 1997 CST From: Ylise (#14877) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: pg-13 Ylise awoke in a scream... sweat streaming down her face. The cold face of Kzin stayed in her mind... her last thought of him plunging a sharp knife into her. Thyvoras'raths' nightmares. She had been near him the day, watching over him as he rested from his attack. She saw the same horrific thoughts and picutres of Kzin's attack. Her mind calmed, her mind as well as her Dragonfriends. She shifted her position and noticed she was not in the cavern with Thyvoras, but rather, the rising form of Nigel, breathing slowly, calmly, reminded her of her position. Their bodies lay over one another, up until now apparently sleeping. Ylise smiled, trying to put the other thoughts behind her. The intense hatreds, the changes of the others... No, she would put those past for now. Though they were still in her memory. Instead, she curled her naked body closer to his, trying to close her eyes again. The love they had made, the passion shared, let her mind run from the other strange events. Almost. Thyvora's dreams somehow seemed to send her back. Ylise sighed, stepping away from the comfort she had fallen to, kissing Nigel softly, taking the clothes and stealing into the cool night. She needed to be home. Something in her drew her to her friend. -------------------------- Message 858 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Jan 12 21:59:20 1997 CST From: Axelle (#9124) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Claret blood The blood flowed ever bright, as claret as the headiest of red wines. Warm and thick against her pale ivory flesh, it trickled down between her thighs. She jerked up with alarm at the feel of it, her green eyes alive with fear. The sheets were dotted with her life, rose petals in a bed of virgin snow. Her breath caught in her throat, she couldn't even scream to release her anxiety. Her eyes searched the room for her husband but he was nowhere to be found. The emptiness of the bed enveloped her. Numbly, she crawled to her dresser and pulled her communicator out of her backpack. With trembling fingers, she dialed her mate's number and in raspy breaths, she begged him to come home. She didn't say what was wrong in fears of frightening him, all the while her gaze intent on the faint trickle of blood that now lied in her wake. Gentle tears slid down her face, as warm and as painful as the junction of her thighs. She clutched her tummy with her free hand, the communicator left on with only soft whimpers invading its line...tumbling to the ground. Axelle curled up then, a tiny ball on the ground, waiting for Kynwal to perhaps save her and the babes. If not her...please God, the babes. -------------------------- Message 859 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jan 13 08:59:38 1997 CST From: Morpheus (#12681) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Pendulum Swings Morpheus sighed as he watched the ensuing verbal repartee' between his friends, Rathe and Alluvia. In one of destiny's many strange twists, the two were quickly becoming vicious enemies. Shaking his head in regret Morph sipped his tea and reflected upon how much the two seemed to embody the conflict with darkness and light. There was no warning when "the Sight" came over him. The overwhelming presence of the Raven entered him, and he felt himself enter the Realms of Spirit. An enormous ball of flame stood before him, its colour an ominous dark crimson stain upon the background of the universe. Within the Spirit Realms, it seemed vastly faded, almost insubstantial as it flickered within his field of vision. A flood of knowledge entered him, and Morph became aware that this, was the Celestial Guide. A star used for years as an astrological reference to find the northern direction. A sense of sadness overcame him as he realized that the star was nearing its end and would soon exit the cosmic scene. As he watched, the star seemed to shrink, its mass compacting inwards towards its core. Smaller, and smaller it shrank, until it stood no larger than a singular pea. Light blinded him as the pea erupted with incomparable force, throwing waves of intense light, and radiant energy outwards in a globular wave of molten plasma. When his vision became clearer, Morph could see that only void filled the space where the Celestial Guide had once stood. As he turned away from the scene however, a single object caught his eye. A meteor, considerable in size had been thrown clear of the explosion. Its surface glowed an menacing dark purple as it was obviously still heated from the supernova. What disturbed Morph however were the images he perceived as he looked upon its heated surface. Ghostly images of death, fire, and war flickered around it as it moved. Most importantly, Morph perceived the balance, and how it would soon change horribly with disasterous consequences. As Morph emerged from the vision, an understanding formed within him. The Harbinger was coming. Coming to the Ghostwheel............. -------------------------- Message 860 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jan 14 18:06:53 1997 CST From: Myst (#13170) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A return home Myst padded quietly around the mount, not wanting to wake Devon or the slumbering dragons. She couldn't get to sleep, the memories of the past day's events, as well as the past few weeks were swimming in her mind. The incidents with Rathe and Axelle...the pain she had caused her husband and her friends...Khyber's arm...then finally the most recent incident... when she had finally gotten her memories returned, and all seemed right again, Red-Fang came barging in to the lounge demanding that she come with him. She wouldn't be caught again. Or so she thought. She soon found herself unconscious on the floor, waking up for a few brief moments...one such moment emblazoned on her mind..her husband sending thermoblasts at Red-Fang, just before it all went black again. Myst inhaled the fresh mountain air deeply, smiling faintly. She reached up to her long braid and slowly undid it, brushing out the tangles with her fingers. The cool breeze blew her fiery curls in every direction lightly as she assumed an attack posture, focusing on the far-away peek of a mountain. The snow-covered peek almost glowed in the bright moonlight, and Myst pushed all of the thoughts and experiences from her mind...her focus intent. She listened to herself breathe, and then slowed that as well, pushing it from her consciousness. There was only the mountain-top. She lost track of all time, but at one point lifted up one leg and curled it under her body, maintaining her balance completely. She did this, shifting feet occasionally, until she became aware of a pink-orange glow on the mountain- top. Slowly releasing her focus, and putting her leg down, she noticed that the sun was rising. She smiled. SHe had spent over half the night out here, off in a peaceful daze. She sat down and watched the sun rise completely, redoing her braid slowly, the memories returning already. -------------------------- Message 861 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jan 15 00:58:34 1997 CST From: Ylise (#14877) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Pg-whatever long days. Ylise lie down in her bed, still watching the now sleeping form of Thyvoras. The dreams had gone, and for awhile, been replaced by furries of anger. Or was that her own? Her eyes peered into Thy's emerald green, as she reflected upon the day. Ylise laughed. She changed too quickly as she found what had been a game turned to more. Red's attempt at kiddnapping her, indeed backfiring, his own capture the end result. It was funny how she had delighted in his torture, her anger not to him, but to the one who had angered her. The 'DragonSlayer' as he was called. HIs attack had left evil prints upon both her and Thyvoras. She was determined to help seek his end. She had pictured the body of the tortured Red as Kzin. She had delighted in her way to inflict the pain she had caused. The elf thought it was ammusing. When he had left, apparently to console the dragonslayer... [ Console him?? ] she thought.... her taunting soon came to realization. She found herself seeing less and less of the one she despised, looking upon the man, bound and bleeding. Her mind swam, hearing both the voices of Red, and the voices of the Gracefliers discussing Kzin's attack ... his murder upon Daan'yrrli. In midst, she heard Thyvoras'rath's cry.. his confusion. She needed to get back. For some reason, she told him, told Red the attack. His mood changed, his behavior showing a man of honor, compassion and caring. She hated the Elf more. She hated Kzin more. Each she cursed seperately, still watching the injured Red. She sat near him, upon the bed he was tied to, healing his many abrasions, and at last releasing him. Rathe's entrance did not scare her, for she thought him mad still. He let her leave, forcing Red to stay. [ Why did I protest so? ] she thought. Her feelings had been strange these days. Those she had seen in one light, were truly quite different if viewed with closer understanding. Ylise sighed, her mind weary.. Again, she glanced at Thyvoras, and noticing his peace in sleep, closed her eyes to do the same. -------------------------- Message 862 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jan 15 01:07:52 1997 CST From: Lyetra (#16541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Lyetra collapsed upon her bed and sighed. Lying there, staring at the ceiling, trying to make sense of everything that had happened... nothing truly fit. She had confronted Anansi.. done a nice bit of acting, and left him. Gods, how it hurt her to think of it all - his words to her, about her 'selfishness.' How YGgidrasil and Rathe had put aside thier differences to console her. Anansi's words yesterday still rang in her head - now she was a whore, he said, she bedded the elf. None of it true, she had tried to push it aside. Rathe had defended her - Kzin as well. She had done all she could to forestall a fight, not wishing to see her former love be killed, and had still ended up cleaning his blood off her boots after it all. She had tried to comfort him, to stop Kzin... she had managed to call Rathe off. And though some swore her heart should harden, it had not. Then, today - the word of a dragon's death. At Kzin's hands. And Rathe gloating over it as much as before... Her head hurt to think of it. The confrontation that followed. She had told Rathe that she chose to attempt to walk the path of a Rider, regardless of his hatred - regardless that thier friendship would turn sour. She had, at one point, asked him to take her life. He had not. He had been unable too - and he promised to suppress his rage... for her. She knew that he could not be entirely trusted... especially after seeing the Mount with Yggy, she knew what was at stake for her. Rathe could walk her way - forgo the blood and violence, or he could follow Kzin and Axelle to the ends of the earth. She knew not what she felt for him, but she knew her heart wanted more than anyything to sit astride a dragon's back for all her days... with the wind in her red hair. -------------------------- Message 863 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jan 15 01:30:56 1997 CST From: Yseult (#4778) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *DragonRiders (#5915) Subject: Rated PG (Sadness factor, it's a tear-jerker) Yseult followed Samael out of the infirmary, her boots padding lightly across the floor. He seemed so distant, she couldn't place her finger on it, but Daan'yrrli's death had effected all residents of the Mount... and she was afraid that it was now reminding him of Marsaal'lyr's death, just a few years prior. She wasn't sure if she should attempt to pry it or not. The Council Chamber was empty, the seats circling the round table vacant. A long cord on the wall caught her eye and she stopped to look, letting Samael continue on without her. Her gaze swept along the cord from bottom to top, first seeing the rose colored scale. She smiled as she thought of Ybld, who she'd known only briefly, but with fondness, and of her dragonfriend, Syndrill, one of the first back on Morlith. The next was a blue scale, Lythril... Yama's dragonfriend. She still saw him walking the halls of Morlith, for which she was thankful. The next scale made her nearly choke, a pearl white scale, much the same as Daan'yrrli's. Lyizrait, Yroshi's dragonfriend. Even Tierz'yrrlan still mourned for her. And Yseult still mourned for Yroshi, the father of her first child. He died the same day as Lyizrait and Lykaj took over his body. Bitterly her eyes drift further up, only to have her gaze soften to sadness. A deep emerald green scale glinted in the light. Marsaal'lyr, Samael's dragonfriend. She wished there was so way to bring him back... for Samael. The last small scale bore no name, just a translucent red scale. It was the Garnet hatchling that never got a chance to feel air currents beneath her wings. Yseult's eyes drifted down again to the scale in her hand, Amaraatha handed it to her after the dragons had returned and healed. Taken from the corpse of Daan'yrrli, after she had been slain. A gentle dragon, she had only wanted to live in peace. Now her life was ripped away... and Ymitri lay in anguish in the sterile Infirmary, fighting to keep his sanity from the swirling blackness that was once the half of his conciousness Daan shared. **Ykaire would like the scale, I think he is tired. We all are, we need to rest.** Tier'yrrlan sent. Yseult nodded to herself. **I'm coming, Lan.** She lifted her head, padding out of the chamber. Her one thought was revenge, oh yes, revenge for Daan'yrrli and for Ymitri. -------------------------- Message 864 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jan 15 11:00:41 1997 CST From: Rathe (#14172) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Truth? Justice? Gimme a friggen break. Rathe chuckled quietly to himself as he boarded the transport from N'Orleans, heading back to Real/Time. It had been an... interesting day. After the previous day, when he had aided Devon in rescuing Myst (A ploy, of course, he cared little for the wellfare of either the magister or his wife), Red had decided to take it upon himself to take Rathe prisoner. Rathe had played along, hoping to wait for an opening in which to escape.. Unfortunately, it had not come. Red had brought Khyber, and together they had maimed him, before letting him go. Rathe snickered again, removing his helm to touch the now-healed ear. They seemed to take delight in torturing him, playing upon his curse which the Father of the Valley had placed upon him. The altered features, making him often associated with the elfin people of myth and legend. They had thought to frighten him. He laughed out loud. o ( Frighten me? They are indeed fools. They will both know fear ) o He had later captured Red, locking him into the same apartment in which he himself had been detained. Gathering Red's foes, he had allowed them to do with the great Red Fang as they liked. Ylise especially seemed to take great delight in the torture.. So much so he had lent her his cattle prod, he found pain in this ``Lord of the wastes'' amusing, even if it was at the expense of a rider's joy. Kzin, about halfway into the torture, had called him on his communicator. Apparently, the dragons where fighting once again, and had almost gotten him where it not for the aid of Karcass. Rathe sighed, not really wanting to leave the scene, but he excused himself, heading for Real/Time. He got there, and laughed. Daan'yrrli, one of the wyrms lay dead upon the roof. Kzin had slain it, but the other dragons where rallying. He frowned, returning below, and heading for the lounge. After a couple drinks, Lyetra had shown up, about the same time as Kzin. Kzin himself had both laughed, and he had congradulated Kzin upon his victory, sharing with him his own. The capture of Red Fang. With his own trophy, the blade of Red Fang, Kzin had his own. He had taken a piece of the dragon's flesh.. Dragon steak. Rathe chuckled. He'd not tasted such since the attack on the valley, and the prospect of tasting it again cheered him immensely.. Unfortunately, Lyetra did not find this amusing at all. She loved the creatures. He tried to tell her of the damage they had done, of what they had done to his home, his family, as much of a family as he had ever had.. She was sympathetic, but refused to understand the need and want to see the blood of one's enemy shed. She would not understand his motivations, both towards the wyrms and any else who wronged him.. He had sworn to never lay a hand upon the dragons, or take delight in thier pain or death. He still didn't know why he'd agreed to giving such a promise. . o ( You like her too much, Rathe. Your emotions will be your own undoing, she blocks your path. ) o., he thought to himself, sighing. Lyetra had left with Yggidrasil, for the mount, and Rathe had returned to N'Orleans, to see a bizzare sight. Ylise was -healing- Red Fang. Enraged, he shoved Ylise away from Red's body, and fired several shotgun blasts into Red's body, leaving him upon the bed. "You will leave, NOW", he growled, as Yggidrasil arrived. He made them both leave, and he studied Red Fang, unsure of what to do. o ( It begins now, then. I will show him mercy, where he has shown me none. *snickers* I swear, I am growing soft ) o.. Dispelling the ward of holding Devon had placed upon the room, he left, allowing Red an easy route of escape. This would end, for now. Whomever engraged him next, though.. Rathe barked a laugh. They would know the true meaning of pain. (OOC: Thanks to Lyetra, Red, Ylise, Devon, and Myst for all the great RP. Was a quite a bit of fun, lets get together to torture prisoners again sometime *grins*.. Later folks.. ---Rathe ) -------------------------- Message 865 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jan 15 17:21:32 1997 CST From: Axelle (#9124) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Birthing The labour pains struck early that afternoon and Axelle spent the entire morning bathed in sweat. Kynwal had abandoned his hunting for the day, intent to stay by his wife's side. They both knew that the babes would breathe life for the first time by evening. And so... Kynwal and Axelle Taliesin proudly announce the birth of their twin children, Kaitlyn Adrienne and Gabriel Christian. The entire family is in good health, mind and spirit. -------------------------- Message 866 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jan 16 04:53:13 1997 CST From: Theseus (#3746) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Be wary of what you do not understand... Kynwal looked Theseus over, wondering whether to attempt to wake him from his unnatural slumber which was stretching into it's seventh week. The library just wasn't as lively, and he grew concerned, but Theseus' last request had been that he was attempting a dangerous spell and that no matter what the outcome, he asked not to be disturbed in the following days to come. Then, suddenly, Theseus woke up. He looked around hazily, recognizing where he was, and that Kynwal was standing before him. Kynwal [to Theseus]: Are you all right? Theseus [to Kynwal]: I seem to be, but that was not the result I expected. Kynwal [to Theseus]: What were you attempting? Theseus [to Kynwal]: I have become rather fascinated with some aspects of 20th century life, the foremost being an occupation known as a 'comedian'. I was attempting a spell to imbibue myself with what was called 'comedic timing,' but it seems, instead, to have put me to sleep. Kynwal [to Theseus]: *chuckle* Perhaps you have too much free time on your hands. Theseus [to Kynwal]: Perhaps, but I am motivated to attempt again. Thank you for your concern, tho. Please inform everyone of the reason of my absence if I should fall into slumber again. With that, the young magus-in-training attempted the precarious spell, and it once more sent him to the land between conscious and unconsciousness where he dreamed of laughing cainids and dreams that do not die. -------------------------- Message 867 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jan 16 12:59:29 1997 CST From: Saben (#11887) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Dragon Riders seek to eradicate Innocent Recombs Rummors fly all over the Rt building of Riders and there Dragons hunting down Recombs and killing them. -------------------------- Message 868 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jan 16 13:10:56 1997 CST From: Anansi (#10706) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: what is this everyone dying around here? Anansi walked into the round room, he saw a corpse of some unfamiliar cat recomb, it's body was scorched beyond repair and it almost seemed to still have some minuet form of life in it. "Poor bastard he thought as he reached down and picked it up where is shattered into nothing" He hought to himself, hmmm, scorched right here in the round room looking upto the helipad he coul almost swear he made out the shadow of dragon. -------------------------- Message 869 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jan 16 16:12:11 1997 CST From: Stryfe (#5113) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Mt Uruken Stryfe watched his two score of guardsmen quickly spread out and begin to set up base camp in preparation of turning Uruken into a viable home again. ~Somewhat fitting I should come to occupy the place where DragonRiders used to hold sway.~ He thought to himself. A tunic clad swordsman arrived and dropped to one knee, waiting to be acknowledged before speaking. "Yes Lieutenant?" "All has been done as you asked Lord Stryfe. The men are ready to begin patrolling the mount." "Excellent. Proceed as we discussed. Once we sweep the mount we can begin." Stryfe saluted in response to the Lieutenant's salute to him. Then he left leaving Stryfe alone with his thoughts. -------------------------- Message 870 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jan 16 23:03:23 1997 CST From: Anansi (#10706) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: dammit lost another pet, rated PG. Anansi cursed, his head had been crushed in, his shoulder cracked, what for he thought so that lilith would have a friend who could always be with her, a sister. But those interfering riders and that wench with her stone sword ohh! she was the worst of them. Anansi would get revenge on her most of all, in fact he ws sure she'd make an excellent playmate for lilith, he chuckled to himself, and attended to his wounds. before he tried to leave one more time to relax. Time was a commodit he had a good deal of, well at least as long as the eagle was still flapping. He yawned, and picked up lilith, "one last drink for the night?" -------------------------- Message 871 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Jan 17 16:56:22 1997 CST From: Meoni (#9687) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Rated...oh, PG-13. She stared intently at the door, waiting for her master's footsteps, a practice she went through daily. Today would be different, though. Her master was dead and she was being moved. The door opened and Emmanuel stepped in, reattaching the length of chain to her collar. He worked silently, though she wished he would tell her where she was going this time. But, as he tugged her along behind him, she knew it was no use asking. The trouble would only earn her a cold stare. The shuttle ride was bumpy, but otherwise uneventful. By the time it set down, it was dusk outside, the sun dipping beneath the arch of the world. Her new master was there, waiting. His leering face up so high she had to lift her head to see, unusual since her height was over six feet. He attempted a smile, and when she only stared back, he laughed, a cruel tone. Meoni silently screamed inside her head. -------------------------- Message 872 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Jan 17 19:32:17 1997 CST From: Uno (#6614) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Returning. Uno knew something was wrong when he heard an alarm go off in the helicopter. Battery problem - his expertise wasn't enough to fix it, and the shuttle crashed to the ground, with a jarring explosion. He didn't know how long he was unconscious for after that, perhaps days, perhaps minutes. Either way he had to start walking. Now, 25 days later, he managed to drag himself into N'Orleans, before collapsing into unconsciousness once again. The next thing he remembered was squinting into the harsh lights of the R/T infirmary, propped up against one wall. He shakily got up - _he really_ needed a drink. (OOC) This is just a thing to cover Uno's unexplained absence for the past IC month or so, me being on vacation and all..bascially a heliopter I was riding crashed somewhere outside the wall, and I managed to get back s'all. --Uno -------------------------- Message 873 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jan 18 02:48:24 1997 CST From: Yggidrasil (#10625) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: You are corgially invited to a wedding. Passing aimlessly thru the r/t, and especially morlith was a small notice : the public is hereby invited to a joining of Yggidrasil Steel to Deirdriu Am Huinn in the bonds of holy matrimony, ceremony will commence Monday night sometime yet to be determined. The location for this joyous event is the wasteland gates. Post wedding ceremony will be finely catered, and hope to see everyone who to make it. -------------------------- Message 874 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jan 18 03:25:05 1997 CST From: Yerox (#11884) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: mad with rage, and nothing to do. Yerox sat up in his room yelling at himself, "failure all this work for nothing but failure!" He'd worked for months, his purpose to protect his friends, what good was it if he was locked in here working on stuff which never saw the light of day. then the news came, Daan had died, the full story was clear in his mind, Kzin had attacked a hatchling, a young dragon at least, the elders went and took him out, he was unconcious, but then a submariner acted, saving him. If he were able he'd vent his anger on this single mariner, for if Kzin had not been saved, Daan wouldn't had died, instead it was time to harm their entire people, Morlith was a family to him, and they lost someone, he wasn't satisfied to with any punishment planned, he wanted to stike at those who were at fault, the mariners. He had to figure out something, maybe just a drop of some foreign chemical right at their sunken tanker, one way or another if they left they'd have to go thru there, he smiled quickly mixing up a concoction that would suite his needs, speaking aloud he stated, "fools, I had heard of peace treaties and other beauracratic Bs, this will end the problem, no more mariners no more dead dragons. OOC : I never get to have any fun so I figured I'd do something interesting, if any mariner wishes to participate feel free the chemical is being left once a day around the tanker, the effects are as follows : 1> inflammation of the gills, coughing, and difficulty breathing out of water. 2> severe naseau, and dizzy spells. 3> inability to digest foods, and coughing up blood if you do eat, like an ulcer. 4> lastly the skin drys out shrivels up, and you dehydrate nasty! Will keep everyone informed, you'd be scared to know what goes thru your head at 430 in the morning g'night. -------------------------- Message 875 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jan 18 14:55:35 1997 CST From: Smoke (#11265) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Home Smoke smiled slowly feeling Kzins sleeping form entangled with her own, knowing she was home at last. No more lies, no more games, no more hiding the fact that she loved this strange and wonderful man. A man she could truly submit to, a man she could trust with her life. Her eyes took in the room, peace surrounded her entire being till she noticed the whip....a slow chill crept down her back knowing when Kzin awoke her punishment would come....... -------------------------- Message 876 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jan 18 15:46:57 1997 CST From: Khyber (#12460) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Another day, another rotting corpse Today was a normal Day for Khyber. the crazy witch Axelle was upto her normal tricks.. he still had feelings for her, but he had to hide them.. he couldn't show it.. they surfaced once, and he then had his throat tore out by The magus.. strangely enough, he enjoyed the day.. The demon glared at him as he laid back in his desk, he spit at it, and only got another cold touch.. the polymer armor wasn't helping any.. he was surprised he could sleep.. after the little fight against Spectre, he couldn't sleep for weeks.. his hand drifted to his face, noticing the burn marks lacerating them.. he growled, "she will pay, everyone will pay.. they will all go down.. only Lord Stryfe and Red and a select few will stand proud.." he sighed, then went back to sleep in his chair, grinning slightly as the demon floated around, "better get used to this place, we'll be here awhile." and then slept. -------------------------- Message 877 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jan 18 16:59:31 1997 CST From: Ylise (#14877) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Questioning the Fates She awoke, covered between the white sheets of the bed. The rays of light filtered through the windows, making her eyes shut to avoid the light. A sudden bolt upwards... looking around as she took in her surroundings. Ylise smiled. Nigel's room, her sleeping place for the night. She laid back down, the covers shielding only her lower regions now, her breasts covered slightly by her firey red locks. Ylise's eyes shone, her hand moving to her stomach, touching very softly the spot where his seed grew within her. She turned, watching him sleep, his breath soft and warm, his very presence close to her. His expression the night prior of such happiness and elation, first as she had told him of the child she held within, then as he finished the news, asking her to be his bride. Ylise touched Nigel's cheek with two soft fingers, feeling his soft skin, moving them over his lips to feel the warmth of his breath. She told him that she must ask of the Fates... the decision granted truly with them. Regardless of how much her own heart knew. To follow their wish was her reason for life... Somehow, she could see not how this would interfere.. Her eyes wandered to the window again, staring at the rays of light that filtered in. She did not wish to leave yet for the Mount. Instead she would let her body rest next to him for a bit longer. Time was not a problem. -------------------------- Message 878 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jan 18 20:58:35 1997 CST From: Devon (#13677) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Ashes to Ashes. Devon awoke, he didn't know where he was, he felt oddly different, he looked at himself, almost like in a dream he had no control over. He tried so hard to remember what happened. Yara had regained her memories, so hard her life had been it was driving her mad, and the shee hatred consumed her. He had begun a spell, to take these dark emotions from her, and it worked, almost destorying the lounge in the process, something went wrong, he hadn't had the necessary control over his powers. Devon's body had collapsed into ashes, so where was the eagle in all this? He silently cursed realizing what had happened, as he began to gibber from the insanity, he screamed silently falling to his knees in exaspiration, his own fate sealed. -------------------------- Message 879 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jan 18 21:02:44 1997 CST From: Yggidrasil (#10625) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *Chat (#5391) Subject: yet another announcement of the wedding The date is Monday night, January the 20th, the wedding will commence at 11 PM EST, 10 CST, 9 MST, and 8 PST. Hope to see everyone there -------------------------- Message 880 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Jan 19 02:43:19 1997 CST From: Devon (#13677) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: safety, and a return home. Devoned sighed, smacking his forehead as he walked into his room on jizo, he'd forgotten all about his translocation key. he could get back safely to the r/t. and th Myst. She was sleeping when he got home, he hoped she wasn't upset, he'd just have to wait and see, sighing and wondering why he deserved this, at times even he didn't know. He snuggled upto Myst and faded into the aether of his dreams. -------------------------- Message 881 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Jan 19 15:25:33 1997 CST From: Lyetra (#16541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Lyetra sat in front of her open book, waiting for words to come. It was of little use - her muse had left her for now. She sighed and got up to fix herself a cup of tea, humming softly and trying to drive the sadness out of her head. She was so tired of seeing that the world was gone half mad, tired of not knowing who to trust, tired of feeling alone. It was getting harder each morning to pull herself out of bed - even for Osbornn's wonderful coffee or the company of others. So often when she had gone to the lounge, a fight had erupted. People picking at each other, hatred glittering out in the open like all the swords and shotguns she'd seen. It wasn't even just that she'd ended things with Anansi and he still chose to goad her - that she'd watched him be punished rather messily. It wasn't merely the fact that so many seemd to loathe the riders these days. It may have been, in part, that she was afraid of Khyber... that he hadn't seen Rathe in almost a week (or that she didn't know whta she felt for that one, the elf). She was tired of feeling afraid at every moment, and had found a small amount of solace in her music. But for now, her writing was gone, she was lonely and restless, and she hadn't slept well in days. She finished her cup of tea, and unbound her hair to lie down. In almost a week now her mourning would be over, and maybe then - maybe - she would feel like moving forward. -------------------------- Message 882 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jan 20 00:55:40 1997 CST From: Anansi (#10706) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: a very good day for once. Anansi was safe at home musing over his work, he'd successfully taken the girl, more like just barely had it not been for lilith. The girl Ylise had paid, what he had done would haunt her for sometime, meanwhile he could exploit this new weakness in her. He hrmed thinking of the other beastmaster, Nigel ws his name. A formidable opponent, I will have to train hard in the coming days to overwhelm him. Anansi kicked backed realizing his room was very sparse of furniture, maybe a foot stool, formerly Nigel's head would serve his purposes, yes he thought a very good day. -------------------------- Message 883 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jan 20 14:54:02 1997 CST From: Yjezra (#5288) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Restful Day Yjezra laughed softly as she watched Brinn 'talking' with a racoon that had tried to steal our picnic lunch when we weren't looking. She was crouched in the tall grass about two feet away from the masked animal, talking and feeding it bits of her sandwich. Looking down at Etien sleeping peacefully on the blanket, she smiled and laid down next to him, looking up at the clouds floating lanquidly toward the south. Her eyes closed as the bird song and droning of bees lulled her to sleep in the warm sunshine. OOC This is to let everyone know that the Valley of Drach'nal is open. There will be new things added and improved upon as time goes by..please enjoy. Yjezra -------------------------- Message 884 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jan 20 21:56:07 1997 CST From: Ylise (#14877) To: *DragonRiders (#5915) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A strange occurence IT had been a strange occurence... perhaps something had fallen over Morgoth. His form had remained unconcious for times on end... lying in the bed, still nearly dead. Ylise had kept quiet... occasionally brining a healer to tend to him, out of pity more than any other emotion. It hurt her to see him this way, but she knew not what to do. It was decided, by one of the Ghostwheel healers, that his condition would best be served at the Field Hospital on the Wheel. Ylise agreed reluctantly, allowing them to take him away from the confines of the cavern walls. Her reflections came, collecting his things, as she spied the necklace that adorned her neck. Carefully, she removed the jewelry, setting it neatly in the pile of his things. She sighed to herself, delivering the articles he owned to his bedside. His strange coma-illness had not changed... She truly wondered if it would. The Cavern was lacking of one now. She would adapt, she knew. For now this was best. This icly happened way way before anything else that was posted recently by her. He's been off and on here lately, and it's really hard to rp round this, and this I felt was best. If he does come back, we'll figure out from there.. THanks.. Ylise -------------------------- Message 885 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jan 20 21:57:54 1997 CST From: Ylise (#14877) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *DragonRiders (#5915) Subject: oops Ammendum... No field hospital I hear... Ok.. well there is a hospital somwhere... He's there;) -------------------------- Message 886 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jan 21 00:49:36 1997 CST From: Salome (#10655) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Pain leads to Pain? Salome awoke, shivering. She heard the strange screams of others nearby.. The light was dim, allowing her little ability to see. But she could feel. His presence was near, the very thought alone scared her. Zurph smiled down upon her, touching her gently across her cheek, before smacking her. Salome winced, tears still falling down.. His voice was chilling.. "You thought you could escape me girl? You th ought you could find your freedom with these foolish people? Why it was a matter of seconds before the weak ones did fall.. " His laugh was a chilling cackle. He picked Salome up, grappling her light form with merely one hand, touching the child that grew within her... "You feel the child that I planted into you Salome?" He smiled, touching the roundness. Salome shook her head, her face pale... "It cannot be yours...No...... " Her head shook, tears streaming down her cheeks. She was scared beyond belief, yet she let him take her away to this cold place. He would have killed her friends , Destroyed this place as he had destroyed her world before. She would not believe the words he said... they were merely mind games... He had played mindgames with Naxos. His ways strange, confusing to her, but she knew it was him. She had known he was near her... She had felt it. And now she was here. The battle flashing like blurs in her eyes, the men trying to protect her, falling against Zurph, his hollow laugh ringing in her ears. She could not let them die, somehow she would get past this. She would defeat him, throw the games that he played with her, with others away. Salome shiverd, feeling his touch against her again, the metal of his sword sliding down her stomach, then up again, peircing into her skin at her chest.... her world flowing with the blood, darkness setting in again as she fell to the floor. Unconcious. -------------------------- Message 887 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jan 21 09:21:39 1997 CST From: Akane (#14270) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: o/` The days grow colder, the life grows warmer o/` Akane stepped into the brothel, asking Victoria for a drink.. she gratefully gave him his usual, some red wine, and smiled at him.. Akane nodded again, and he sighed seemingly contentedly. His thoughts drifted to Jezebel, her happiness seeming to make him try and grasp more control over the dreams which ripped through his mind each night.. each one was more horrible than the last.. it was all he could do to keep standing in the days.. but he put that aside, sipping his red wine.. earlier he had talked to the Pilot known as Locus, and when he heard he had been with Jezebel, Akane was infuriated.. remembering what Jezebel had told him about Locus.. he almost conjured a spell on him.. but considered it nice to give the pilot a warning.. Akane then growled slowly, and walked onto the platform, going to hunt on Ghostwheel, his mood brightened as the chainsaw ripped through the executioner birds brain pan.. -END- -------------------------- Message 888 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jan 21 12:44:51 1997 CST From: Yggidrasil (#10625) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Wedding. Yggy chuckled working away happily on the smithy, restocking it and generally cleaning the area. He thought back on the night before, Mulder's ceremony was great, everyone had a great time. He thought back again, remember the passion that both Didi and he shared, they talked about children, they weren't ready for them yet and Yggy found it very humerous about drinking tea to stop it. All his friends showed sooner or later, he stood by the bough of the great tree Yggidrasil while waiting it was growing up as was he. He loved Frap's use of magic, the confetti and birds flying all over. Yshar was quieter than normal out of his cloak was good, but he didn't see Thistle with him which was something to worry about. Yjezra and Ynaoise showed up speaking their regards, and wishing him luck. Akane and Jezebel were also cheerful, he thought they both were a cute couple. Dexter was his normal goofy self, Yggy giggled remembering Dexter crying at the wedding, and thought it was very silly. Lyetra and Deckard showed up after the ceremony, enjoying some of the cake and wished him happiness. Hannibal was quiet for most of the ceremony, he was glad to see at least another Druid here to be with Didi, from what he could tell she didn't have very much family who wanted to be here. Deirdriu herself was lovely, she looked like an angel. In the end Deckard and Yshar both joked about getting the right side of the bed, and this was one of the happiest moments of his life. He giggled as Kisanth flew them to Drach'nal cans tied to his tail that rattled loudly in the wind. Deirdriu and Yggy's night together was a special time, Yggy's innocence would never be recovered, he had chuckled as he walked her into the room forgetting to opne he door and banging his head. The quiet time afterwords was startling, Yggy was scared as the hymen's broken skin bleed, she was losing alot of it, and the shock to her body made her shake. After the excitement of the evening they slept together happily. Yggy slept a few hours and woke up energetic he paddled around his home setting up his work bench, taking out a few tools and trying not to wake her, she needed rest. He yawned moving into the smithy and looking around, he was home. -------------------------- Message 889 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jan 21 14:21:13 1997 CST From: Milamber (#11545) To: *Storylines (#5236) and Milamber (#11545) The following words were set to parchment, found discarded near the roots of Eldorath, rising from the Wasteland floor... Greetings, defenders of the faith: In my recent studies into the nature of the druidic trust with Gaia, the EarthMother, I can across writings that I perhaps had misunderstood in my earlier readings. We all grow wiser with age. My fallacy, and the mistake of many of her followers, was the thought that Druids need follow the path of the spellweaver, commanding the essense few control, and fewer still understand. This is not true, any may number themselves amoung Kemlar's flock, be they technician, DragonRider, or submariner. As long as their heart is clear in their desire to restore the Earth to its ideallic richness. Remember well your task before you. Seek out those willing to devote their life and being in her trust. Do not be fooled by naivete as to the nature of the druid. Not all have spurned violence as have I; sometimes, the whirling staff is as needed as the calming voice. Remember Teluriah's old belief -- the ends justify the means. You will know those who are ready, for the light of Gaia shines forth from their eyes. And the hated metal ferrous will not be found on their persons. Seek well the human that is the carrier of wood, stone, glass, or leather. You are the future, my children. Gaia be with you always. --Milamber, Tecumpah of the Druids [OOC: those wanting to be druids should seek out druid PCs. Ones they deem "worthy" will be brought before the Tecumpah for final rites.] -------------------------- Message 890 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jan 21 15:02:13 1997 CST From: Milamber (#11545) To: *Storylines (#5236) An OOC explanation: Unless there are objections yet to be raised, members of other orders may take up the druidic trust. This would signify devotion to its ideals -- one can read a bit from a scroll lieing at the roots of Eldorath in the Wastes. Non-spell wielders may take on this status for [10] advantage points. Spell wielders must become indoctrinated with its varied spells (4 more in construction) and must spend the requisite [35] points. Any questions? Th --Mil -------------------------- Message 891 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jan 21 16:40:17 1997 CST From: Khyber (#12460) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: o/` burn motherfucker.. BURN o/` Khyber stood laughing as he watched Anansi's little bath house glow.. ablaze with mage fire.. Devon did a good job.. too bad he hated the guy, otherwise he could've been of some use, but he laughed again, stirring up the flames with a swing of a wooden staff against it.. how he loved to hear what could've been the spider actually screaming and how Anansi probably was feeling.. the man and his damned spider.. causing too much trouble.. Khyber would stop him soon enough.. and then, it'd hopefully be all over with.. maybe not.. but who knows.. -------------------------- Message 892 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jan 22 00:14:38 1997 CST From: Ylise (#14877) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Last realizations. Ylise toppled into bed.. her mind askew with thoughts... flooding thoughts. It was strange how the mind could wander of so many things and yet find no resoloution to all the problems faced. She looked to Nigel, his form resting at peace next to her. A calm smile fell over her. His words had comforted her this day, as they talked about the seed that grew in her womb. She had the thought, the slightest inclination that it would turn to be as the one before, born too soon, dying so painfully. The flood of memories spilled into her mind. She cursed the Fates. Her recall was so precise, even of events she dared wish not to remember. She had not told Nigel everything however. She had not told him how she had left the hands of Red Fang, his warmth a strange difference from Nigel's. She had felt a strange desire for Red, since the day of the kidnapping... a desire that had to be resolved. She loved the man not, and now her passion lied quenched. She could marry again with worry not any longer. Her Reasons for any question lied answered entirely. It was Nigel she indeed did love.. and Nigel she would stay with. She turned, smiling at Nigel, touching his cheek lightly with her fingertips. She would not wake him.. her own eyes closing into unconciousness. Many things lied unset... unresolved... Each would take it's answer in time... She knew not when however. -------------------------- Message 893 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jan 22 00:15:16 1997 CST From: Lyetra (#16541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Good thing my room is nice.. Lyetra stared out the ceiling, trying to stop herself from shaking again. She's had another nightmare, another nightmare about Anansi. In her dreams he was forever leaping at her with flashing blades, and she was seared by pain. In truth, she was lucky that Traxsu had caught up with them on Ghostwheel... when she came to at first, Anansi was unconcious and Traxsu standing over her - then she had gone out again. She couldn't beleive she'd been taken right out from under everyone's noses, right in the lounge, right from Rathe's side. Rathe.. there was another thought - one she wished she'd dream of more than horrible Anansi. She had seen him for the first time in many days, and it had turned out like it had. She took a deep breath, smoothing her hands down her stomach, quelling the fear within her. Traxsu and Rathe had both promised her that Anansi would be dealt with - he would leave her alone or be severely punished. Still.. she wondered if this weren't only the beginning. She looked over at her shuttered window; it really was a good thing her apartment was so nice... she wasn't sure when she would be able to leave it comfortably again. -------------------------- Message 894 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jan 22 00:22:41 1997 CST From: Akane (#14270) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: o/` Can not find a reason, ooOo for another day o/` The dreams progressed even more.. anyone could see it in Akane's face as he walked around.. they saw him fail in his spells, his gestures of everyday life.. Akane slinked back into his apartment, not knowing what to do.. the sword he got from Alluvia looked so inviting.. yet he fought the urge.. . o O (how come this is happening?) O o . he screamed in his mind.. his hands shakily holding the sword. "For the love of god.. can't these dreams ever stop he screamed out loud, throwing the sword against the wall... watching it clatter and fall to the ground.. he was having such good dreams a while back.. they had been filled with memories and such.. not like these.. these warped his mind.. his sanity on the verge of cracking.. his mind ablaze of mixed emotions.. hatred, sorrow, pity, love, friendship, caring.. He closed his eyes, trying to atleast get a few minutes of sleep before he would pop back awake again. -------------------------- Message 895 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jan 22 21:37:00 1997 CST From: Eponine (#3791) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *SoulMechs (#9541) Subject: Back at the Hangar. Eponine climbs out the hatch of Athena, jumping to the ground with a small thud. Ground crews wave to her as they pass, "Hey, P'nine." or "Guten Tag, Revenant." She smiles and returns the greetings as she ties her hair back with a rubberband, keeping the sunset colored waves out of her face. She heads for the door to the lounge and cubical area... and stops as she stares at the sign above the door. "HANGAR 18" written in huge black letters. She remembers someone calling it a joke, a joke that stuck as the name of the Dune Rider base. She opens the door and steps into the living area, the sounds of laughter mingle with the scents of cigarette smoke and beer. Somewhere her comrads are yucking it up, but that was the usual among the Clan members. She thinks of that strange woman with the tongue, the one at the R/T bar and she laughs to herself, knowing her clanmates would have eaten her alive had she been in the same room with them. Eponine's boots clank down the tile floored hallway, quiet save the soft hum of florescent lights, she thinks of Llyr and tells herself not to. The key clicks and the door squeaks, she reminds herself to get some oil for it. And her thoughts swing back to Llyr. She shuts the door and shuts her mind. Sleep, yes... how wonderful that would be. -------------------------- Message 896 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jan 23 15:01:16 1997 CST From: Lyetra (#16541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Great big girlish sigh... Lyetra dashed busily about her room, cleaning everything in an attempt to still her (happily) shaking hands. She had caught Zeth's eye, and despite her worry over Thistle, had found herself undeniably attracted to him. They had talked some, he called her beautiful. He was certainly handsome... even though she was unsure about startin a relationship with someone now, it felt good to look at someone that way again. Perhaps she would ask around and see how well he was looked upon by other people? She giggled to herself, anticipating their next meeting. The way he had looked at her... it was all she could do to keep herself from kissing him then and there, but ladylike manners held out. She put her silver pins back in their little mahoghany box - her mourning for Syyrl was officially over now, although the sadness would never abate she felt she could step forward. What perfect timing, she thought to herself and then... 'I wonder what Rathe will think?' -------------------------- Message 897 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jan 23 15:29:30 1997 CST From: Khyber (#12460) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A new day in the saga of the guardian.. Khyber stood on the ledge of Uruken, watching the shadows of the dragons high in flight.. he twirled his dual long knives slowly, watching for intruders, and then in a quick remembrance, he glanced at the tech order pin.. he laughed, and grabbed it.. crumpling it into a small ball, watching the gear crumple and squeal.. . o O ( The Tech Order was just a stepping stone) O o. he thought to himself, "The day will come.. when the world will recognize how good we are.. and along with Lord Stryfe, who knows what will become of the wheel.." he murmured, kicking a rock off the ledge, watching it plink as it hit the side of the rockface.. he grinned slowly, thinking of what has become, and what will become.. "Red and the clan of the wolf will prosper.. who knows what will become of them.." he once again murmured, and walked inside, accidentally kicking the sign that read "Welcome to Mount Uruken" in plain, simpled lettering. -------------------------- Message 898 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jan 23 16:13:14 1997 CST From: Milamber (#11545) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *Druids (#12232) A wise girl, Arwen. I did not realize it at first, as she spoke of severed ties with Red_Fang. Her heart seemed pained, emotions confused. But she still sought me out, recognizing what he had was wrong. A flamethrower, that monstrosity of those who wish Gaia's destruction. A horrid device, whose sole concern is death and destruction. And Arwen did not wish to have this land in the wrong hands...or any hands, for that matter. The path was immediately clear for one of the druidic trust, it must be DESTROYED! So with my powers, I was able to reconvert this...thing...to native ore, to make its way back in the flesh of Gaia. And so another day is added to the EarthMother's life. A clear warning, my children: Do not go down gently to these ends, allowing technology to burn away life, implements of war to destroy our home. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. A wise girl indeed. -------------------------- Message 899 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jan 23 16:17:59 1997 CST From: Red-Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Milambers post #898 This is ooc HUH? I sure wish this was told to me first. Red. -------------------------- Message 900 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jan 23 19:27:24 1997 CST From: Solitude (#16045) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Worthless Mechanics... Solitude stormed into the Sand Tiger's Mech Shop, his yellow eyes alight with anger. He stomped past his Clansmen, who shouted their greetings at him over the roar. He did not stop until he came upon the Mechanics who were actually very hard at work. "Can you not do that any faster?! I've been out of Aries for almost three days now!", Solitude shouted. Confused workers looked up from their work at him. Solitude did not give any time for questions. He marched into his quarters, and slammed the door. Once inside, he sat upon his bunk, feeling very dizzy. OOC: Heh. My first attempt at a post for Solitude. Hope everything is logistic and such. :) Terrasickness bites. -------------------------- Date: Sun, 9 Mar 1997 15:19:37 -0400 From: "Quinn@GhostWheel" To: quinn@vv.com Subject: GhostWheel Message(s) 901 - 1000 from *Storylines (#5236) X-Mail-Agent: GhostWheel (casper.bga.com 6969) Message 901 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jan 23 19:46:38 1997 CST From: Haefen (#16887) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *mages (#11664) Subject: Studying Studying the magery has been hard. Trying to study from the books, and other ways haven't worked. The hustle and bustle around the study, and library and my crow squaking. Its been hard. Very hard. And i have achieved very little. I need silence. So i have left for a while. A few weeks at the most. I think i ill return by october 1st if possible, and silence is easy to find. So I say good bye for a while to Akane and the other spellsingers, and also to eveyr one else. I ask akane to watch out for my crow. He may not be with me, but he may not beable to let me go. So please if he stays please help him out. Thank you again for you help akane. All i need know i silence to practise my studies. I plan to be as good of mage as you one day. Sincerely, Haefen, the apprentice spellsinger. -------------------------- Message 902 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Jan 24 22:21:47 1997 CST From: Salome (#10655) To: *Storylines (#5236) *sub -------------------------- Message 903 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Jan 24 22:34:02 1997 CST From: Salome (#10655) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Final capture.. OOC- I'm sorry all... I ended the plot prematurely. That wasn't fair I know.. but this was just becoming more of a nusiance than any possible enjoyment it could possibly bring.. I do thank the few of you that were genuinely into it, and I apologize to those who did wish to play. Thank you. Salome shuddered... the cell dark and cold. She was almost more frightened when Zurph was not near her than when he was. She never knew his next move. His form suddenly appeared.. ominous.. black. It came upon her roughly and with feirce motion. He was visibly angered, and she could see. She cowered, back against the dark chamber wall.. but the room was so small, so confining he was in a leap over her, smothering her. He stabbed her, once, twice, three ... so many times, in the womb. His objective was to kill more than the child. Salome could not scream, she could not move... She felt the blood slip away, his motions going faster... her mind spinning... seeing only his dark face.... Then blackness. Her tiny heart stopped, cold, her struggles ceased. The child almost ready to be born was killed in utero. And with it, she too had died. This death, because of it's extreme gruseomness, the Eagle felt would be better to take her form and throw it past it's grasp. She never realized what had happened. She never screamed. Her fear had come true, simpely.. purely. And Salome was no more. -------------------------- Message 904 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Jan 24 23:31:34 1997 CST From: Skywalker (#6644) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: All good things... Skywalker had been in the stables when the call came in over the comm channel, a patrol had found a small underwater shelter out in the borderlands and any attempts to enter had been postponed when an armed group of Aesir suddenly arrived on the scene. The call came over as an emergency call of assistance so Skywalker donned his armor and weapons, setting out from Coral's Reach with several other Wardens and Deep Scouts that had heard the call. After hours of travel, they finally reached their destination, a small waterproof shelter. The Aesir seemed not to be guarding it and several of the Wardens broke off to distract them into giving chase, leaving the area free of danger. Several Deep Scouts moved in closer, motioning the others to follow and they were quickly able to gain entrance, moving in with weapons drawn. There were several rooms in the building, all dark except for one at the end of a short hallway, a sliver of light escaping from beneath the door. Silently, the small party moved in and opened the door. To their horror, the mutilated body of a young Submariner woman was slumped in the corner. It took little time to identify the body as that of Keltin Salome, third Triumvir of the Submariner government. Scarcely had they moved in to take possession of the body did a large Submariner male come crashing out from a side room...it was Zurph. Thrusting his spear out madly, he impaled a Warden, killing him instantly as a red froth of blood issued forth from his mouth. With mighty swings of his massive arms, he knocked over several others, succumbing only to the bites of speargun bolts as they drove themselves through his armor and into his body. In the end, the only ones left concious were the Huntmaster and Zurph, the latter driven to his knees from fatigue and loss of blood. With little remorse, Skywalker drew his seasword, grasping it with both of his armored hands as he brought it crashing down sideways upon the larger 'Mariner's neck severing the neck cleanly with a spray of blood and tissue. Grabbing a dagger from the floor, he scratched a large "Z" into the surface of his shoulder pauldron and looked around, the smell of death assaulting him. The sight of fallen comrades filled his vision, some staggering onto their feet, other already feeling the cold touch of death upon them. His eyes settled on the broken body of the Tritoness and he sheathed his weapons, kneeling down to pick up the body. Holding it in his arms, he turned around, making sure that not even the body of Zurph was left behind for the Aesir to find. He nodded silently, the armored group of warriors moving slowly like a funeral procession. Reaching the sea once again, they regrouped with a half dozen others and began the long journey home... OOC: Was that too long? Too "graphic"? You'll see this part first so if you wanna read this post, be my guest, if you don't, I'm not forcing you. -------------------------- Message 905 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jan 25 01:33:45 1997 CST From: Axelle (#9124) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: First Blood Axelle sat at her dressing table, peering into the mirror in silence. Her eyes seemed a bit saddened, and though the reflection did not show the blood on her hands, she felt it. Warm and sticky, deep red so vibrant against her pale ivory skin. This sensation was new to her. Never before had she ever taken a man's life by her own physical force. She was used to having others kill on her behalf - or even the dissassociated magick she wielded. She thought back to the events... She had been in the lounge, enjoying her usual drink. Yshar and his girlfriend Thistle, Red-Fang and Traxsu had been there as well. She had been silently fuming about Yshar having pushed her on a previous night, and when some bickering came up, it angered her more. Yshar had once been a student of hers. He now refused her that respect - mocking her title. The lounge filled up quickly, Khyber and Kynwal, her husband of those who joined. Even a stranger named Dusk, who actually had the nerve to spit at Red-Fang. She wasn't sure what happened but Red-Fang blew Traxsu's head off. She was concentrating on Yshar. She owed him bigtime. It occured to her to perhaps scare him by threatening his new love. It seemed he had forgotten DarkAngel - though Axelle would never forget the unruly pair in her Tantrism seminars. She held her blade at Thistle's throat, then bound her in a coccon of electric energy. The girl wasn't hard to take care of. While waiting for Yshar to apologize to her for pushing her, Axelle had been attacked from the rear...was knocked out by the thrusts of Yggidrasil's staff. She came too with the help of her former lover, Khyber and in anger so deep and fierce, took vengence. She used a few magical spells to instill insanity, fatigue and damage onto Yshar. It was a mere response to having been attacked. Then, she drew SoulShadow from its scabbard and killed him with a blow to the head. No rational thought had crossed her mind. It had been all anger. Shaking, she had turned to her husband and pleaded for him to take her home. He moved from his place in front of the lounge entrance and summoned a portal to their home. Axelle then collapsed on her bed, numb with shock. Now that it was all over, she could think more clearly. She realized that indeed, she had wanted Yshar dead - and the Eagle would bring him back so that she could receive her apology from him. Even if she had to wrench it from his soul. She would no longer tolerate Yggidrasil, though she did respect his loyalty to his friend. And Khyber...dear Khyber. She realized that he still cared for her. Enough to save her life. She, with her own form of loyalty, would always see to his prosperity. Axelle rose from her seat and went over to her bed where her husband waited. She peered over at their sleeping children and smiled softly. She crawled into Kynwal's arms, happy to be safe and loved so dearly. This night had changed her somewhat. First blood. And now blood thirst. -------------------------- Message 906 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jan 25 14:47:24 1997 CST From: Aislyn (#7750) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Quest Aislyn walked back to Red-Fang's Keep out in the Wastes and sat on his doorstep until he arrived back to let her in. She spent a few moments chatting with her host and then retreated to the guest room in which she had been staying for the past couple of weeks. Her heart was light, soul filled with hope. The quest that brought her to Ghostwheel was in sight of being fulfilled. Lord Stryfe and his knight Khyber had been kind to her. They had brought her to their Keep via dragonback. It was such a delightful feeling for her to be near the powerful creatures - she thought of her father every time she met a new one. Their dragons were quite different from any she had ever seen, however, and if she hadn't held her tongue, the first words out of her mouth to describe them would have been 'horrific' and 'ghastly'. But alas, physical shells did not matter to her or to her country. Stryfe's dragons were still fruitful of 'Wa', inner spirit, soul. In some strange way, they were alive. Lord Stryfe had offered his help to her, for why she did not know. He would assist her in her return to the Motherland, with dragons in tow. She would breed the dragons and return spirit to her country. Her father would be infinitely pleased. Her people would find peace again. The plan sounded a lot simpler than it was...as it was not his dragons he would allow her to take - not his dragons she needed. She thought back to her friend Yggidrasil and his lovely dragonfriend Kisanth. She needed a male and female like Kisanth, ones alive with flesh and blood. She remembered her trip to Morlith with Yggidrasil and the mighty dragons who perched on its ledge. Yes, it was there she had to seek. She sat down on the floor and easily got into the Lotus position. Before she began her nightly ritual of meditation, she thought of the many gwailow she had met. Lord Stryfe's female friend had been definitely interesting to look at. Never before had Aislyn seen anyone like Temple. The serpentine woman had been beautiful, so exotic in comparison to most. And then she remembered Theseus, the bookish man who held so much appeal to her. His manner was familiar and she wondered if he had ever been to Asia or lived there. She hoped that she would see him again. He was now peignu to her, friend. Secretly she wondered if he had liked her. She had never been with a foreigner before and was so curious! -------------------------- Message 907 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Jan 26 19:11:39 1997 CST From: Ylise (#14877) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *DragonRiders (#5915) Subject: Wedding! Ylise Guillia and Nigel T'kala cordially invite you to their joining on the date of (some time this moo date, I don't know, hereby being next sunday, 7 pm PSt 10 pm EST.) IT will be a wedding from the traditions of African wedding enemble. Come and take part in the festivities and joyous times. -------------------------- Message 908 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Jan 26 19:56:05 1997 CST From: Dexter (#14882) To: *Storylines (#5236) So where's the wedding? -------------------------- Message 909 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jan 27 00:52:26 1997 CST From: Phantom-Rose (#6337) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: the care of a friend... It was late one night when Rose felt something strange draw him out into the warm night, the sands blew about as he walked along not knowing what he would find.. Then he came upon a fragile bundle in the sand.. It was his student and friend Darkangel.. She seemed to of fallen into some deep sleep.. What black magic could of done this Rose did not know.. He took her sleeping form into his arms and made the long walk home to his place. Months had passed and she had not stired.. He bathed her daily keeping her clean and covered warmly.. He used much of his magic to keep her body from withering away while her mind was drifting elsewhere. Time went by and he dared not tell of her for fear that someone may want to harm her.. Every crystal he hunted went into her mouth with hope they would restore her.. Spell after spell failed to bring her back.. Then... As Rose came back home this night from a exausting encounter with the mage Kzin he walked into his room to hear her form stiring in the shadows.. He raced over and helped her sit up.. He smiled and Charlie waddled in staying quiet as he knew this was one thing they did not argue over.. Ang sat up in her bed and smiled softly up into the old mages eyes.. His eyes met hers and he could not hold back the tears of joy that flowed.. My sweet student has returned to me.. -------------------------- Message 910 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jan 28 21:16:19 1997 CST From: Augustus (#18463) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Fear grips the Red's Keep at the Oasis In the year of 1262 ad. a pilgimage took place the world had forgotten completely about. A aztec preist and his followers journeyed northward to establish their religion on the peoples of the area. After long laborous years a temple was built and the Preist demanded scrafices to his god from the local indians.. They rebeledseeing him as he was and cast him out.. His last crys were of a cures on the land.. The temple was abandoned and the religious items there scattered. Time too the land.. Great wars covered the ruins until they were forgotten.. Then a great sand storm ravaged the wasteland uncovering the ruins.. This is where Red Fang found his new home and restored what he could.. Letting his friend Moonheart practice his arts in the strange tower of the structure. Something had awakened though, from the magical experments of the antlered mage or was it just time.. Strange noises could be heard in the Keep and this bothered Red.. Then lights started flickering from the roof top a place Red had never gone.. From dragon back in the past it was just rubble with dead branches from the near by tree and sand blown in from the waste. What were these strange lights.. At first Red blamed it on Moonheart but the mage denied having anything to do with it.. Then.. Out in the wasteland a lone stranger finds a item, taking it in his hand he loses himself to the items owner.. Telq'uaotl had been reborn.. The preist breathed in his first breathe of the ages and set out towards the temple. That same night a what seem to be a earthquake shoke the Keep.. Lightening flashed and strange screams echoed though the rooms.. Red got everyone out to safety.. They left in a hurry not looking back.. So it begins.. The rule of Telq'uaotl.. He seeks his revenge..... OOC: Ok.. things will get going here and I'll give more as it goes.. You'll prolly end up meeting up with the possessed Preist soon.. I'll organize the group at a later time to figure out how to defeat him.. No PKing my preist :P If you take the idol he carries you become the preist and will have to follow along. Gus. -------------------------- Message 911 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jan 29 00:36:03 1997 CST From: Nigel (#7159) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Wedding! The wedding of Ylise and myself mentioned earlier will take place in the Temple of the Heart's Blood in N'Orleans. --Nigel T'kala. -------------------------- Message 912 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jan 29 21:36:09 1997 CST From: Axelle (#9124) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Infighting Axelle followed Kynwal home, deep in thought. She pondered the afternoon's events and a small frown creased her mouth for a moment. For a while, she considered giving up teaching altogether - that and distancing herself from all alignments she had cultivated outside of her family and the Coven. There was so much angst lately and it was not her prerogative to choose sides with anyone. Part of her felt the need to protect all she aligned herself with, but they didn't need her protection did they? No, they didn't. Instead they refused her wish for a shared respect. They bickered, insulted and fought each other. And if she ever needed them to help her? To defeat an enemy force? She could not trust that they could unite as a team, could not believe that the infighting would cease. She was truly fed up with it all. And so, she dismissed Rathe as her student. He was now free to find his own path. She could not teach him knowing that he was out for her fellow Dreadlord's blood. Krystul wasn't entirely innocent either, but she was far his superior. A nagging little voice rang in her head. It was her daughter, Kaitlyn's voice. No, Rathe's threat was not to be forgotten easily. She then wondered if she ever had any loyalty from him at all in the past. -------------------------- Message 913 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jan 30 08:53:09 1997 CST From: Yggidrasil (#10625) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A need for some peace. Yggidrasil looked about morlith sadly, this wwas his home, he made it a point to stop and tell her what was wrong. Yggy had been acting strage, his emotions in his head were jumbled, and he didn't know what to do. He wanted to talk to someone, but he didn't know who would listen. He'd find a way if he could to keep morlith safe, and it wouldn't be by sword, he had alot to learn about life, he had lost his childhood, but it was time to claim his adulthood. Yggy got onto Kisanth and made a few stops in drach'nal to hug Didi good bye. He didn't know what the future held, but he knew he'd be back, at least to make sure Kisanth didn't get lonely And Yggy flew off towards the east disappearing into the morning shadows. -------------------------- Message 914 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jan 30 09:07:35 1997 CST From: Devon (#13677) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: ghostly appirition. Devon used all of his willpower to materialize into this dimension. His body was missing and as far as he could tell could not be located. He walked over to his son Kijindei sleeping in the crib and smiled knowing he'd be a great warrior someday. He walked over to the bed and tried to touch Myst's cheek but his hand merely slipped thru it. He cursed his own control, he wished there was something he could do someway to get back, but as far as he knew he'd never. He patted down his robes, silently sighing to himself and slipping outside. OOC : I know ghosts aren't allowed, I'm just an astral presence without my body, I hope this will explain my absence for now, will have to get a tp for my body when I come back, I'll miss everyone, but I promise to get back when I can, so prolly will see everyone in springtime. -------------------------- Message 915 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jan 30 09:14:10 1997 CST From: Traxsu (#16334) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: leaving Trunks left a small note tacked to the Tech Order HQ. After tonights experience he really didn't want to deal with the world. He rubbed his still sore head and moved about gathering what very few supplies he had. he punched in the keycode and hailed a ship to the wasteland, he thought genesis would be better to stay, maybe he could try to find something of use to read, try to reapir this and that. He figured no one ever came there so decided to stay there. Slipping out of the ship the smell of metal was fresh in the air, the metallic tinge brought back memorys of his home, and his people. He had to contact them tell them that he wasn't giving up, and that he'd keep his promise in the end, he walked around the cul-da-sac and setup inside of a small fissure. Curling up into a ball he fell asleep planning what he would do in the coming months. -------------------------- Message 916 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Jan 31 01:01:29 1997 CST From: Axelle (#9124) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Never Ending Strife Things weren't getting any better at all. As much as she tried, the hatred between herself and Yshar only seemed to increase. She had gone to the Lounge with Thistle, intending to make it up to the woman for using her as a pawn the previous night, but surely, Yshar had followed. With his insulting tongue, and his disrectful attitude no less. Things had been fine for a time. They had spoken of Axelle's children and how Gabriel and Kaitlyn had aged...grown up. But as they discussed the method, Yshar proceeded to insult the Unseelie heritage - the heritage of her husbad Kynwal. The heritage she was bound to, in marriage. He had called her and the faith disgusting. It was too much for her to ignore. She hadn't as yet forgiven Yshar for his earlier insults. And so, she attacked him and killed him. She found it ironic at the least, remembering how she had once saved his life. DarkAngel had put him into a coma with her attempt at Tantrism...and Axelle had undone the faulty spell. Looking back, she wondered if she should have just left him like that to rot. Surely, she wouldn't have had to deal with him now, in that case. She sighed and fingered the blade in her hand. She had spilled his blood twice now. And this time, it was not magick that killed him, but her own hand. -------------------------- Message 917 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Jan 31 10:11:16 1997 CST From: Haefen (#16887) To: *Storylines (#5236) and *mages (#11664) Subject: Return After the lon gjourney into the woods for the last month, Haefen has returned to his friends, and is ready again to be in their pressence. Before he couldn't get enought ime to study, so he was ashamed and never learned much. But now he has advanced spending the whole month in silence and in studing. He has learned many from his trip, and he has survived it coming back with great new knowledge. Now haefen has returned to learn again the spellsinging ways from akane. -------------------------- Message 918 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Jan 31 11:54:23 1997 CST From: Kynwal (#1610) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Leavetaking Kynwal saw what stress was doing to his beloved wife so he made a decision. It was time for a vacation. He gathered up his kids and then Axelle and they all headed to Ireland, Wales to be specific. Once there, they entered a fairy mound to spend some time relaxing without the stress or worry of the upper world. OOC note- Basically Axelle and I are going to be OOC for awhile. We will play our alts but we two are out of contact Icly for a bit. -------------------------- Message 919 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Jan 31 18:06:56 1997 CST From: Augustus (#18463) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Kyn's post Saying Wales is in Ireland would insult any good irishment :P Them bloody brits! -------------------------- Message 920 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Jan 31 18:08:20 1997 CST From: Myst (#13170) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Wales in Ireland It's MY island, I tell you! MINE MINE MINE all MINE!! -------------------------- Message 921 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Feb 1 01:24:18 1997 CST From: Rathe (#14172) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Another day In Paradise? Heh... Rathe snatched his shotgun off the floor, stuffing it into his napsack and sitting down on the bed. He faught off the tears forming, his mind filling with anger, hate towards the mount, the upper circles.. He pulled off his boots, tossing them against the wall, and lay back against the soft pillows of his bed.. A single thought filled his mind, perhaps a thought, perhaps an emotion, perhaps both. He could not explain it beyond a pure hatred for the riders, for the beasts that they rode. The mount took all. His home, his friends, these where destroyed the first time. The only one he could really consider family.. The Nymph, Saraphina, who's mind had been restored? Yjezra ordered Frap to take away her memories.. Yara was no longer who she once was, and she would never return, this he knew. In this, the mount had taken his family. Frap, the Adept. Marking him for trying to rescue the nymph from this fate.. He would never ascend to the higher circles.. In this, the mount had taken his study, his profession, his life. And Finally, Lyetra.. She would soon join with the mount.. He could see it in her eyes, when she spoke of the dragons.. She would become a rider. In this, the mount had taken his love. Yet, there was hope. He could take these things in turn from the mount. Those who wronged him could in turn feel the pain forced upon him.. Rathe smiled darkly, closing his eyes. If it meant aiding Stryfe, the mount, thier home would be taken. If it meant begging his once-allies for aid.. The family of the mount would be taken.. If it meant his power as a mage, and ultimately, his life, the mount's livelihood and purpose would be taken.. And if it meant the death of his own heart, the Mount's love would be taken. To fail, to succeed, to live, to die. Those of the mount would feel the same pain they had caused him. Beware, riders, for at the mere Seeker's pain, comes your own. -------------------------- Message 922 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Feb 1 03:21:13 1997 CST From: Lyrzrath (#5288) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Metal Beasts My rider and I had just landed at the north end of the crossing of the poison water in the sands. She went south, asking me to guard the crossing so that Tyrkislok's soft one didnt get away and hurt herself. Hearing the sand shift over something big, I turned and beheld a dark metal beast rise out of the sands just north of me. The thing was smaller than I but threatened me. Yjezra screamed for me to fly when the thing pointed something at me that made a high pitched noise . I did as she told me, startled at the vehemence in her voice.. She pushed me beyond the R/T, saying it had weapons tracking me. I watched as Yjezra stood and put away her weapon, the metal beast towering over her. It threatened her! I wanted to return, she wouldnt allow it, said she was okay and it wouldnt hurt her. I watched. The beast turned and aimed something at her, warned her away. She asked why, that she would not do harm. The beast thundered at her, telling of being attacked by dragonkind. It had the proof, a dragon's skull mounted to its head. She tried to reason with it, but it struck her! She fell back, hurt..I could feel her pain, but she told me to stay, and faced it once more, her hands open in offer of peace. I roared and took to the skies, hovered back as she demanded of me..Yshar went to her, making Tyzrath return to the Aeyrie. Yjezra was angry that Yshar had come.. Then the beast struck Yjezra again, flinging her back. Her pain, her confusion. Yshar leapt at the beast with a cry of rage I could hear from the sky above, and before i could land, the metal beast had grabbed Yshar and flung him away over its shoulder. My soulmate rose from the sand, her vision blurred, her life essence broken and filling her lungs..She cant breath! She struggles toward the crumpled form of Yshar, passing the metal beast as if it no long existed. It thundered at her again, saying to take the warning to the Dragons and their folk. He walked past them and dug into the sand once more, disappearing. The Old Wise, funny one, friend of Daan'yrrli's, the Mage came with the soft one called Alluvia and they healed Yshar and Yjezra as best they could, and Tyzrath and I returned our riders to the Mount. They sleep now. Yjezra's dreams are troubled. I fear she will go out again, searching the metal skinned ones, asking for peace they will not acknowledge. -------------------------- Message 923 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Feb 1 18:39:14 1997 CST From: Skywalker (#6644) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: OOC post about the Cult of the Rising Sun Alright, I'm just airing out some concerns I'm having about the TP involving Red's keep and since I don't know all of the members, I'll say it here. My main concern is that there is nothing going on with this TP currently. It has been several days since it started and it's getting pretty boring being the only Mr. Crazy-pants around to try and convert all the "worthy" people of the MOO. What am I suggesting? Well, maybe if we could get _something_ going on this week-end because I think everyone's getting pretty tired of me being, well, annoying. That's all I gotta say, --Sky -------------------------- Message 924 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Feb 1 19:28:32 1997 CST From: Myst (#13170) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A disgruntled return Myst walked from the ledge, bidding farewell to Yshar and Tyzrath, thanking them for the ride home. She tired of waiting for Devon to return on Jizo. That damn fool man, she thought to herself, but she couldn't keep from smiling. She would have to sit him down and give him a stern talking to when he returned. A dark thought passed her mind. If he returned. He would return, she believed...he wouldn't just abandon her with their son without so much as a goodbye, or a reason. She somewhat suspected that something was afoot. The last she saw of him, he was heading off to heal Yara's madness...saying that it might kill him; that's certainly what some people told her..that he had decomposed into a pile of ash, after healing the nymph. It would serve him right for going against her word...she had told him not to attempt such a thing, simply because Yara did not seem to want any of his healing. While she had no authorative control over her husband, one would expect that he would at least follow her advice. She sighed as she entered into their sectioned cubical, smiling with delight to see her son happily burbling in his crib. She picked him up and put him to her breast, allowing him to suckle gently as she thought. Was Devon really dead? She smiled to herself, thinking that he always did like to have the last word. The mirth faded quickly as the emptiness of the cubical washed over her. "Hurry back.." she whispered faintly. -------------------------- Message 925 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Feb 2 03:05:53 1997 CST From: Kzin (#5800) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Problems with a blood-pact Kzin, using the last of his blood-given powers, barely managed to step through the portal into his room, almost collapsing with weakness from the loss of blood. He grabbed the laser pistol and, using his knees to steady it, put one charge in, setting it to the highest possible power. Takign it again in his right hand, he made one small adjustment to it's aim and with a pull of the trigger, vaporized the remains of his left hand, which was now a blood-and-gore slab of loose flesh at the end of his forearm. THe smell of burning flesh assailed his nostils, mingled with the blood that still trickled from his ears, nose, eyes, mouth, and pores. He sat down, struggling out of the heavy mage's robe and the chainmail armor beneath. THe cuts in the armor were bad, but not irreparable..he just had to find time, and skill, with only one useable limb. He thought of the agreement he made with Red-Fang. He thought..and winced. He had to keep his side. No way out of it. The demons were angry. though.....and they took thier rage out on him... He sighed and stood up, dismissing the heavy blood-wards on the room, and staggered upstairs, in vain hope of sleeping until some small amount of healing would occur. -------------------------- Message 926 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Feb 2 11:54:50 1997 CST From: Augustus (#18463) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Strange happenings at the oasis at Red's Keep A strange wind blew in, kicking up the sand in the wasteland around the keep making a wall around the Oasis. Black enormous clouds swirled in mysteriously and set themselves up threateningly above the Keep.. Lightings strikes hit the ground and the earth shakes and the thunder would boom.. The Keep shakes but inside its new master works his evil revenge on the world. OOC> if you come to the Oasis be prepared to rp the storm.. You'll not pass the storm unless your with a magister that can cut through it. It was her husband's voice that brought her out of her thoughts. He had been quiet ever since Phantom Rose had left. As close as they were, she knew that Kynwal could feel her insides churning. She went to him then, suitcase in hand, ready to return to their children. The travel back was easy due to her husband's magick. In the past few weeks she had grown familiar with his homeland and was almost at ease. Nagging thoughts about Rose's words still pagued her, battling with the incessant worry over her children's safety. As much as she was angry at Milamber for the obvious disrespect, it was Rathe whom she felt most betrayed by. The Magus, of course, overstepped himself by voicing his unfounded opinions. Not only that, but he obviously held no respect for her, and maybe even Rose. He certainly wasn't her peer, but he debased her in front of Seekers. If she were a petty woman, she would just do the same back to him and make up all sorts of foolish accusations to defame him. As it was, she knew that her anger would subside. And then she would hopefully speak with him. Rathe, on the other hand...So he fancied himself her superior? With every day that passed, she was more sure of her decision to dismiss him as her student. All she ever did was try to protect him from his own disrespectful actions. She had tried to teach him her art, guide him to be her peer. And all he did to show his gratitude was to threaten her life, and the life of her husband. She really wondered if people's concept of "evil" was retarded somehow. Perhaps after the vacation was over, she would resolve this. She would speak more in depth with Rose. She turned to watch her husband and her children play along the vale. Getting up, she stretched and smiled softly as the soccer ball rolled up to her feet. Now, she would put the negative thoughts from her mind and enjoy herself. -------------------------- Message 934 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Feb 3 15:34:38 1997 CST From: Khyber (#12460) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Another Day.. Khyber surveyed his surroundings on top of Drazathak, as if waiting for something, a few days before, Red had shotgunned Kzin, only for Kzin to appear ever so quickly from the midrealm and kill both Red and Khyber.. The strain of the day showed upon Khyber's eyes still as he spotted a house just north of the temple of yong dai. ** Ahh.. this looks like a nice little shack ** Khyber thought, and dismounted Draz, walking up to the door. he knocked three times, but no one answered, ** Must not be home ** he thought, and was about to walk off, when all the sudden, who else by the famous Smoke showed up. He had dealt with her earlier on, beating her around like a rag doll, and demanding her blade. She gave it to him, and he left, along with some other interesting items.. The blade he found out, was as useless to him as his clothes are from protecting sword blows, ** She will pay ** he thought cruelly, ** They will all pay **.. and just as he was about to get the code for this little shack, she entered and slammed the door on his face, infuriating him, he stomped off, mounted Draz, and the flight to Uruken was uneventful.. His thoughts seemed to trail back to the one known as Aislyn.. their first encounter When Lord Stryfe asked him to take her to dragonsbane keep.. he later noticed he had an interest in her, but he tried to keep it at bay.. because he remembered the last time he had an interest in someone.. He drank some water in his tent, and Polished his knives to a glimmering brightness idly.. --[End]--Peace Dog Khybo-- -------------------------- Message 935 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Feb 3 16:18:57 1997 CST From: Thistle (#18105) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: My first attempt at posting, please bear with me. It might be a tad lengthy. Thistle turned away from Harrison and walked over to a quiet spot on the edge of the roof. There she sat, perched precariously on the edge of the building, legs dangling over. It was a good spot, just the land beyond and the sky above. She should of stayed sleeping, but the comings and goings of the helicopters woke her, the same as they had for the last few mornings. Stepping on the pedestal she made her way down to the lounge to grab a coffee. Slipping onto a stool she relaxed. Thistle brushed the hair back from her face, her mind occupied on how Gibson came up to her, breathing on the back of her neck, taunting her. Thinking on the relief she felt when he left and the sickening feeling she got when he returned. Rubbing her sore wrist absently she heard his words again, "trust me, if i was harassing you, you'd know it" damn, he had proved that true. He had scared and hurt her, holding her by her hair and twisting her arm painfully behind her back. Thistle's small body shuddered thinking of how he had licked her cheek, telling her of how sweet she tasted, and how when he let her go she brought her knee up to connect with his groin. What a mistake that was, even though it felt damn good. Angered he had grabbed her, again twisting her arm painfully behind her back, his other hand slipping down to rub against her thigh and more private areas, his awful voice whispering in her ear, "Dont you like it?" Thistle's eyes close, blocking out the landscape as she wills herself to forget how he had laughed when he released her. At how amused he was at her and at small dagger she clutched in her hand. Then he left. Sweet relief. Thistle slowly opens her eyes again and looks out over the wastes. Nothing came from thinking of this, nothing. Harrison said he would do nothing to Gibson, which was good, she did not want him to even remember her. Standing she quietly walks back over to where she had been sleeping, and tucks herself into the small corner. Her mind refusing to think on her teacher and the tension between them, and how they needed time apart. Or on Yshar, how he seemed so preoccupied now. How lonely she felt without him. Even when he was with her, she knew his mind was elsewhere. Those thoughts would have to wait, she wasnt strong enough to think about them now. Closing her eyes again she waits for sleep to take her. OOC : I hope this reads ok...every other post i read makes it seem easy. IT ISNT. *chuckle* Oh.. and after writing all this, i found out about the : command, but im not going back to append stuff. -------------------------- Message 936 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Feb 3 17:41:40 1997 CST From: Milamber (#11545) To: *mages (#11664), *Storylines (#5236), and Milamber (#11545) Milamber mused in his branched alcove, surrounding by the leaves and limbs of Eldorath. He recalled the recent circumstances that led to his uncertainty: how to rule between Phantom_Rose's right as Adept versus Rathe's right as an "adopted" brother to Yara. He loathed having to concern himself with the politics of the mage orders, having left the physical inner circle after rejected offensive magics. He considered what he had learned. Phantom_Rose had cast a spell at Yara, seeking to repress her memories so that her pain of loss wouldn't erupt. Rathe had tried to stop Phantom_Rose, not thinking the Adept had the right, and fearing a loss of a "sister." He was vastly weaker in magical might, so her turned to a shotgun. Such a terrible weapon. The question was hinged upon two facts. Obviously, the effect of Phantom_Rose's spell did not impact of the use or furtherment of magic. Rather, it merely affected the memory of a poor, misguided girl. What right did the Adept have to cast such a spell? It was not under the direction of the Dragonriders, from what he knew, who were looking after Yara in her time of confusion. Rathe had asked Dragonmistress Yjezra, whom Milamber knew well. But on the other bough, what right did Rathe have to react like he had. A so-called "adopted" brother -- what bond is this? And is life not sacred? Sending another to the Eagle is terrible indeed, especially with a shotgun blast...those monstrosities. Still, as Rathe argued, Yara would lose her memories...would she lose herself as a result? Milamber sat back against a nearby silvered limb, feet tucked into his traditional lotus pose. A question of ethics. But Phantom_Rose was expressing disgust over the entire ordeal, seemingly wanting to quit the alcove, back through the druid's summoned rift. Confused...for he knew not why this might be so. At first Milamber was loathe to restore Rathe's ability for possible inklings on his soul. Rathe had previously been Axelle's apprentice...but was dismissed. Slowly rubbing his gnarled staff, Milamber wondered why. She is reputed to be a member of the Black Coven. A dreadlord in fact. But at her wedding, the taint of evil was not apparent. But would someone of a weaker will be able to control tendencies, if indeed Rathe had been indoctrinated in the Black Coven. And the Druids and BC seem, on the surface at least, to be polar opposites. The meeting in his peaceful alcove was not a pleasant one. Milamber had given all permission to speak their minds at the onset. Tempers might have flared a bit, hidden insults might have been weaved. The druid sighed, "The ways of Gaia are much simpler ones. Ahhh...a good scroll, rich loam, and lively fauna. True happiness." So the decision was reached, he thought. Rathe seemingly had good intentions, although he acted in a very poor manner. But should his connection to knowledge be forever reft? He thought that a bit excessive. Hannibal had argued Rathe's case...let the Podara (3rd level Druid) look after him. And if restraint is shown, perhaps the mark could be removed after a fortnight or so. -------------------------- Message 937 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Feb 3 21:12:59 1997 CST From: Ylise (#14877) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The night After...(pg-eh.. you decide;) you guess.. it's honeymoon:) ) Ylise smiled, waking up curled next to her new soulmate, his form still sleeping on the warm bearskin within the cave. She turned, surveying the cave, the fire now dying, only lowly embers showing themselves in ending light. She kissed Nigel gently, not wishing to move from this spot. The night before flew by her again... She laughed at her confrontation in the louge earlier prior to the wedding. [That fool... what was his name? Gibson? I think he honestly enjoyed his punishments... And then to have the audacity to come to the wedding. ] She grinned, recalling how he had appeared at the wedding, then dissapeared, the Magus's wonderful work. Aside from the minor interruptions, it had been a beautiful wedding. Her life prior... the loves she faced before. They seemed almost insignifigant in this moment. Nigel's words, his gift to her, the very feel of his hand to hers, made her feel so complete. She would live and die with him. The Fates had decided her course was Mortality again. And she was happy. His was the life she wanted to be with. The night preceeding, after the fun, the merimaking... He had taken her away.. led her to a quiet, distant cave. It's interior was so inviting, so in need of their very presence. She had given herself back to him in all senses... She was his completely. The visions of her lovers of the past, played in her mind no longer. Instead, it was his eyes she fell into.. His eyes she could not escape. As he touched her, the very gentleness caused her to shiver, forcing him to draw her close, making sweet gentle love to her, until they had become one, entirely one. Ylise lay closer to Nigel, her daydreams dissapearing... falling back into the fantasy world to which they came. But all this, it was not a fantasy. This was a reality. Her reality. Ylise smiled at the thought, and drifted again back to sleep. Dreams however, were not even this good. -------------------------- Message 938 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Feb 3 21:19:17 1997 CST From: Nigel (#7159) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Wedding... Nigel rested peacefully beside Ylise, the fire in the firepit haveing dwindled into coals... his own robe draped loosely over their entwined bodies as protection from the early morning chill. Yesterday had been so hectic... first the waitng... endless waiting with seemingly nothing to do. Then at the last moment, a frantic rush to get everything together... so many details seemingly forgotten. Nigel smiled and traced his fingers lightly through Ylise's hair. Somehow it had all came together. A more wonderful day he could scarce have hoped for. And now... now Ylise and he were bound together by vows as strong as the bind of spirit that had grwon between them since they met. He nestled back beside her, the bearskin rug warm with the shared heat of their bodies. He smiled softly as he drifted back into sleep. Things were good... for him, for his beloved Ylise... for the unborn child she carried within her. All would be well. -------------------------- Message 939 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Feb 3 23:14:56 1997 CST From: Lyetra (#16541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A betrothal.. Lyetra floated home, beaming the entire way. If she wasn't truly levitating, she never noticed... for Rathe's voice was ringing in her ears, his proposal. Their betrothal. Could it possibly be? She glanced up at the stars, remembering that afternoon, the field of flowers - he still had that little blue one in his silvery hair when she left him, the niny. She chuckled to herself as she keyed her lock, and closed the door after her, turning to flop down onto her bed. What would Thistle say? Or Yggy? She reached for her hairbrush, humming a wedding jig to herself. A blessing, a benediction. Syyrl's love remained with her, even as she moved forward to join Rathe. To be his bride. -------------------------- Message 940 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Feb 3 23:17:46 1997 CST From: Lyetra (#16541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: (OOC) ACK! OOC: heh.. lost a line.. Right before the line about the blessing... there was supposed to be this; For an instant, Syyrl's face swam before her eyes... his dark hair stirred by a a light wind... He smiled.. a warm breeze touched her cheek, and she laughed softly. - Ok.. sleep now.\ -------------------------- Message 941 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Feb 4 06:08:01 1997 CST From: Remembrance (#13681) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: World Turned Over She woke confused, the looked around frantically for Alexander, finding him curled sleeping soundly in a corner behind her. Sighing with relief, she stretched to ease the aches in her bones and muscles, noting that she was healed, but her clothing had suffered from the episodes of the previous night. Looking at her surroundings, she crept from the tent to be assailed by strange odors and huge humanoid-shapes standing silent guard around her. Hugging her arms around herself she sits down before the tent and reconstructs the events of the last last and early morning. Xan had just gone to sleep, tired after helping her in the garden most of the day. There was a knock on the door, it wasnt particularly late, but she was surprised and a bit cautious, looking from her front window to see Solitude standing before her door, his hand raised to knock again when he saw her and smiling, waved. Opening the door, surprised but pleased that he had come for a visit, she invited him in, happy to have company in another evening of loneliness. She mentioned the garden and they went out to the back and sat in the swing, talking until the nights chill drove them in to sit before the cozy fire. Then Alexander woke from a nightmare, coming down from his room and asking where his father was. He sat down next to her, she held him, kissing him softly as she thought of all the nights Xan had asked her that same question, and again she had no answer. He became relaxed, happy to see his friend Solitude, talked for a few minutes then declared he was okay and returned to his bed. Solitude and she continued to talk, so many things they had in common and the time slipped by them. Remembrance smiled softly as she thought how comforting, gentle and kind Solitude was, so diferent from Red Fang. Calm and . Humble, that was it, humble. He had brought her that exquisitely carved stone rose. So delicate, beautiful. He offered it to her humbly, created from his own hands for her. But then nenana came from the other room, she barked at the door, scratching at it. Rising she had opened the door, the wolf nearly unable to wait, jumping at the door. Looking out, she didn't see anything, so closed the door and returned to the sofa. Several min later there was another knock at the door, then another and again..over and over. Looking out she saw Red with nenana and opened the door, letting them in. [Sorry at the length, I have broken it up into two post.] -------------------------- Message 942 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Feb 4 06:43:11 1997 CST From: Remembrance (#13681) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: World Turned Over -- Part Deux Red sauntered in nonchalantly, as if he had left only that day or the day before. She felt so much anger as he asked her for food after giving Solitude and her a pointed and demeaning look, mentioning the late hour. He went into insults and accusations. Remembrance nearly blurted out his transgressions before an outsider, but caught herself and stopped. Red pushed, saying he had been gone only a few days when it had been weeks. Weeks with no word, no thought to her and Alexander. Red told her she should have known he was 'spelled' and come to help. He didn't believe her when she told him he had ignored her in the lounge just a few days prior, saying he didnt know her. Didn't believe her when she said she had gone to the Oasis to search for him, finding a wall around the place and a fierce storm within that was not from nature, making it impossible for her to enter. Then after more cruel words between them, Solitude witness to all the ugliness, Red sent nenana for Tang saying he was going, then for the wolf to go and get Alexander. Remembrance screamed 'No!' at Red Fang, her hands clenched at her sides, he spoke his foul lies, accusing her and Solitude of being dishonorable. She lost her head and stepped close to Red, slapping his hard across his face, using every bit of her strength, knowing at that moment she had made a grave mistake. Red drew his WolfBlade. Remembrance raised her hands, blue magelight dancing around them, she hoped she had the time to cast. Red sent nenana into an attack causing her to lose her concentration, she barely saw his blade descend upon her. She tried to back out of the way, raising her hands once more, but the blade struck at her, then all grew dark. Slowly regaining consciousness, she saw nenana with her son by his hand in her mouth, Red trying to grab her key from her to leave..with Alexander, her son! Not his..no longer his, hers alone now! She cried out, as Red took the child and left by the back, she raced after and grabbed Xan away from the wolf, racing back in and escaping through the front door as Solitude stayed behind, to give her time to escape. She ran, found a place to hide and waited. She was cold, barefoot and bereft of all she had in the world, but her son. Her son! Hers now! After what seemed hours she crept from her hiding place to try and return to a home that wasnt safe anymore. Solitude stood before her door, entering with her and asking where Xan was. He took the child from her and she grabbed what belongings she could and they fled from her home. Not having any place to go, to hide from the insanity of the night, of Red, he took her and Alexander to where his huge SoulMech was hidden in the wastes, then to the safety of his home in what he called a Fire Zone. He set up a tent for her and Xan, told her not to try and leave, as it was certain death to step outside with the protection of one of the huge machines. He gently told her she and Xan were safe from Red, from any harm there. She fell into an exhausted sleep, her son safe. Remembrance sighs, then frantically searches through her few belongings as she remembers the gift, then realising she had left it behind. Solitudes gift! The beautifully delicate rose he had carved for her from stone. She knew she couldn't remain here forever. The home she waited so long for was back there waiting. Some things needed to be done to make it safe, but she would return. -------------------------- Message 943 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Feb 4 09:23:49 1997 CST From: Hannibal (#16038) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: nightmare, rater PG or so.. Hannibal tried to sleep, yet his mind kept wavering to the girl and the talk they had. She was so convinced she was empty, he had tried to reassure her that if she needed a friend he was here. She continuely remind him that he didn't know her. There was an odd synergy between them he couldn't understand at first, and now he feared it. He closed his eyes and drifted off, odd things floated thru his minds, there wasn't much he could do for the girl, she claimed she feared only one, so much her life was at risk. the Coven had many layers he couldn't understand, yet something was wrong still. When he last saw her, she had kissed him, it sent a mixed chill of pleasure and sickness thru him. Hannibal thought he awoke, and found blood still on his hands he screamed into the early morning, then awoke for real. Drenched in sweat anxiety overcame him and he went hunting to consume this madness inside him, before it got worse. -------------------------- Message 944 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Feb 4 13:25:50 1997 CST From: Red-Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Betrayal Red came to in the R/T lounge. Moonheart was there looking over him. "what the heck?" Red did not remember anything from the last few days. Or had it been longer. Moonheart told him he had been under some sort of spell.. Taking his friends advice, Red left and headed home to his future wife and son. Upon arriving to the cottage he found himself locked out, someone opened the door and nenana rushed out hitting Red's middle.. Red ruffled the wolfs hair and went to the door only to find it locked again. He knocked several times and finally it opened. Red stepped in to find his woman and the soul mech warrior. He was sitting on the sofa and Red suspected right away that Rem had just left her seat by him. Rem was imediately hostile, refusing to even care what or where Red had been. Then the accusations started. Words heated up and tempers were soon on fire. Before he knew it he struck Rem down, she fell fast. Then he had nenana go and get the boy.. He was damned if his son would be brought up by such a woman! Remembrance had a better endurance that Red suspected and she awoke just to see Red taking Xan out.. He was trapped and tried to escape to the back of the house without luck. Rem stormed out and grabbed the boy and ran out of the cottage disapearing in the woods. Red took his frustrations out on the Mech then the fool sent himself to the eagle which ended that. Red gathered his things and left. -------------------------- Message 945 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Feb 4 16:57:48 1997 CST From: Khyber (#12460) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The days of end all and be all Khyber trekked across the wastes as usual, slaughtering a Slisssh or two once in a while. Draz chose to remain behind on the mount, Khyber couldn't force the great wyrm to leave. Khyber hopped in a shuttle, and flew down to Dragonsbane Keep. he nodded to the wyrms guarding the keep, and ran off to go over to Red's Keep. but when he got there, he was amazed to see a raging storm, hovering maniacly over the oasis. he dared not go in, for he remembered some old combat survival tactics from his days in Red's Clan of the wolf. he gazed at the storm, his eyes almost fixed on the raging winds.. **No wonder Draz didn't want to leave Uruken** he thought to himself, watching the winds beat at the Oasis. "Wonder how Red is these days," he said to himself, looking down at the Clan of the Wolf lapel on his Vest, "he's been acting strange, and now his keep is even stranger.." he murmured to himself, twirling his dual set of long knives slowly.. **Does this all have to do with this "Blight" character Aislyn referred to?** he again thought, his thoughts attaching to the word Aislyn, he shrugged it away, knowing he did have feelings for her.. attempting to protect her when Kzin lashed out at her with Nightsong... drawing his blades, and rushing over to Aislyn to see if she was alright.. then following her to Red's keep later on, watching her call Blight "Lord and Master", but then she just stopped calling him that.. strange it was, but not as strange as most of the stuff around here. He shrugged helplessly, and walked back to dragonsbane keep, hopping in the lifeblood on his trip back to Uruken, **All will be settled in due time** he thought, a smile crossing his face, "All will be settled in due time..." -End -------------------------- Message 946 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Feb 4 17:10:29 1997 CST From: Akane (#14270) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Hrm. where are people these days. Akane wandered about Austin, flinging wind at wendigos, dodging the beams of ice they threw at him warily. he killed a few, and headed to the Brothel, to see Jezebel. he walked in, and knocked on her room door.. no answer.. he tried again, still no answer, "hrm" he thought, "this is strange.." and he pushed open the door, and he saw.. nothing.. the bed was made, the dresser was closed and such. He chuckled slightly, "Maybe she went to New Orleans to get cuddles back," but then he realized, maybe she was just gone.. maybe she finally got tired of his studies and his magery taking up the time he should've spent with her.. he frowned slightly, and closed the door behind, not knowing if what he thought is true, his worst fear.. his hand clasped a round gold object in his pocket, and his eyes looked towards the stars.. maybe she would be back.. maybe.. -Akane -------------------------- Message 947 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Feb 4 21:14:38 1997 CST From: Jordan (#14050) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: rottin' in a cell Jordan whistled softly to herself as she sat in patient meditation. Waiting..waiting... waiting for rescue but expecting death. Jordan smiled at her thoughts. She had no qualms about death. Death was exactly that, death. Nothing more nothing less. She had more interesting and important things to concern herself with. Over and over in her head Jordan counted the number of leaves on a tree she once saw a long time ago... 100...105.....108....114..... Waiting waiting..... Waiting..... for something to happen.... Jordan was used to waiting, she had waited before and she expected that this wasn't goin gto be her last wait either.... waiting.... and waiting.... and waiting.... She let a small grin creep across her features as she thought of the subbies frustration. "poor bastards. THey'll never know that there ain't nothing they can do to me that I haven't already survived worse" Jordan amused by that thought threw her head back and laugh loudly.. She continued laughing even as a guard yelled at her to shut up. After a few moments her laughter subsided into a wide grin "poor bastards they'll never know that they're wasting their time. Whose waiting is more futile. HTeirs or mine. .... Theirs I think. They wait in vain ... waiting waiting... in vain. I wait for nothing but death and that ain't no vain wait mate. 150...155....159...160 leaves on that tree With a cocky smile Jordan leaned her back against the wall of her cell... waiting...waiting...waiting.....patiently waiting.... waiting......her internal clock slowly ticking the seconds away...slowly......a minute passes.... then a hour..... yet the smile on Jordan's face remains fixed as she waits and waits..... 190 191 192 193 194 195..... She waits in silence happy and content to just.................... wait......... -------------------------- Message 948 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Feb 5 01:31:33 1997 CST From: Avolent (#16572) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A picture in the Minds eye, is often a misconception (pg-13-R.. some adult stuff) Avolent stood outside the door of the Jean-Marc Apartments only a moment. Apartment #106 had been slammed in her face quickly. She smiled. She was not expressly pleased with herself mind you..but there was a certain feeling that she had succeeded. She smiled, his seed still fresh in her, his realization not til after the fact. It had not started in such a way. He had been sick, apparently from lack of sleep (thoughts of her). She had given him a mild sleep agent of some nearby root she had tested and stored. His person was impatient, and rather than moving to his abode to rest, he chose a quiet place with her accompanyment to walk. It seemed this dream that had kept him up the night before was of deeply rooted ties in his past. Ties she had brought back to him. His openness was amazing this eve, freely telling her everything, his loves... his past agressions... past hates. Avolent merely smiled, listening with full ear and wandering eye, her view scattered over the Lake in the N'Orleans Cemetary. The agent took stronger hold unfortunately than she had expected, but not wishing to wake him, she merely checked him... his rest, his condition alltogether. Strange how he had began the mutterings of his wife, in such true love, she could feel as if it was directed towards her. Avolent knew it was not. But strange, how she played along with this man, by this time in deep slumber, still talking of his love; Still talking to her. Her actions drew more intimate, gentle kisses, answers back to the weary dreamer. He wished the illusion, and perhaps she wished him. The movements had been so natural, so flowing and precise, that soon it was naked bodies, stretched over one another, taking in passions given from one to the other. (True love is this?) She had smiled, knowing he had been so pleasured, so happy. His opened eyes, first not catching her cautious gaze.. His words still in the dreamspeak she had heard during the encounter. What could she do? When the man below her came to realization of his reality, he was shocked. He did not know of the dream, of the want, the desire. The one of his wife, how it was just a dulling memory. How for one morning she had taken her place near him. He could not ask anything, but How... How could this have happened, Why did she let this go on... for what purpose. He feared she grew within her a child of their fruitful measures. Avolnt seemed to hold no worry, holding a rapier to her stomach, poised to stab at her wound at his wish. The beffudddled soul simply looked on, then away, moving with his staff homeward. His mind was a cluttered mass no doubt. She followed him there, not knowing exactly what to have expected. She was greeted finally with the door of Apt. 106 of the Jean-Marc Apartments finally shut in her face. And for once, a hollow feeling... A door slamming within on her heart. -------------------------- Message 949 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Feb 5 07:56:48 1997 CST From: Myst (#13170) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Definitely not her night... Myst lay flat on her bed, staring up at the rocky ceiling. Her gaze was blank and tears still drifted slowly down her cheeks. The past night had been horrible, and almost ten times as worse. Not only was she burdened with her grief for her missing husband, but Red-Fang, in a manner almost similar to Gibson's, began troubling her. Treating her like a serving maid, the taps and touches that she only barely restrained herself from slashing off Red's wrists for.... Saying that she was showing an interest in him, when the only thing in her mind was thoughts of her departed husband. The matter had almost gotten out of hand when Red-Fang, by almost some divine knowledge, issued her a challenge to a Trial of Possession.... Where had he found such knowledge? Panicked first by Red's knowledge, then secondly by the thought of what would happen should she lose caused her to fall back on a weak clause saying that she declined because she was married. Red accepted this rather glumly, but accepted it nonetheless. She had been lucky....that showed her exactly how much knowledge Red had of her culture and traditions - rather little - and she was thankful for that. The rest of the night wasn't very good for her either...an old friend dropped in. Myst's eyes grew wide as she saw Temple slink into the Lounge... She hadn't seen Temple in some time...this no doubt meant trouble for someone, and hopefully not her. Temple sensed her unease and flashed her a confident smile. Myst had shivered slightly, and thought surely that all had seen her do that. On another stroke of luck, Temple seemed interested in something she called a cyborg...it sort of looked like a metal man..but Myst cared not, for the interest was not placed in herself. Myst was finally able to drag herself out of what seemed to be the day's hellhole, and smiled faintly as she saw Thyrzraith awaiting her on the helipad. Someone on Morlith must have sensed her needs. After a short flight, she walked downcast to her and her husband's room..now only hers, but for how long? She collapsed on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, knowing that sleep was far away. She attempted to bore herself to sleep, felt it working as her eyes began to heavier as she shed a few tears. Would her husband ever return? Or was it a fruitless cause to wait for him with diligence and grief? She did not know. She just did not know... -------------------------- Message 950 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Feb 5 08:42:27 1997 CST From: Red-Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Red's blood still boiled, Remembrances betrayal weighed heavy on him. He would have his revenge and his son. Then there was Myst, a warrior and proud woman.. Red knew he had been harsh to her earlier that evening. Devon was lucky to have a woman that stood loyally beside him. She was not accusing the magister of being out whoring but had actualy concern for his absents. This only made her more of a target for Red. Neither Tempest or Remembrance had been such women. They were weak where Myst was strong and stead fast behind her chosen mate. Spoiled they were! Then he met up with the cybory unit, SL-057.. Red knew this unit would make a valued part of his arsenal, he had decided sometime ago how this could be accomplished. The main problem with the unit in the past was a lack of security. Only one master user was a mistake. The unit faltered if that master was absent or lost and was then easidly taken and changed hands.. This time would be differant. With the help of Lady Temple, Red had accomplished the task. They used the Techie Cheetah with his expert skills. Some how the last user to have control was the nymph Yara, this made abduction of the unit easy for he was nothing of his former self. Red sat watching as Cheetah worked, enduring Temples arrogant remarks and sharp tongne. His only consolidation was that in the end he would be finished with her and she would go back to tormenting some other poor fool. Along with Lord Stryfe, Red was a coded to be one of two primary users for the SL-Unit. Its original Kilmor programing restored the machine/man? would protect its programming with only orders from both Red and Stryfe allowing access to its security systems. The warbot was reborn. Activated Red took it back to the shuttle and they soon stepped out on the ledge of the old mountain. Lord Stryfe was there and the orders were installed. OOC ****WARNING**** The SL-057 unit is not huggable any longer. It has specific orders and will carry those orders out using any means posible. If it is without orders it will protect its self and revert to its old programing. So.. Run if ya don't wanna be beat up :) The player behind SL-057 is a really cool person so just use pages to insure your life if you don't want to be a victim. Red. -------------------------- Message 951 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Feb 5 09:13:17 1997 CST From: Tyrmyr (#18644) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Tyrmyr's past It was a bad day yesterday fro Tyrmyr as he again didn't act on what he believes in. Again a friend needed help & he failed to give it. instead he did nothing. Seeing as how his code of honor goes against this, he is forced to ask himself why he isn't doing anything. Something comes over him when it looks like he may have to stand up for someone stopping him from acting & he actually tries to worm his way out of it! He stops pondering this for a second, lazily reclining on his bed, then starts wondering about his past again (which is akin to starring at a blank wall for Tyrmyr, since he can't remember any of it). the 1st things he remembers start scrolling through his mind. waking up with a odd creature baring down on him, & him killing it with the large weapon he was carrying (can't even remember what the weapon is called). most of the things he remembers are all skills, like the use of items like the one he had used to kill the creature & tactics which race through his head (though known are terribly useful). he loooks up knowing htat he must go out & start another day soon. another day of things totally new & alien to him, but all to familar. He decides that it is something in his past that keeps him from doing what he knows he should & wonders whether or not he really wants to remember if thats the case... OOC: this is a little background & an explanation of why Tyrmyr make act strangely at times (he was rather more evil & uncaring in his lifehe doesn't remember & that personality surfaces sometimes causing him to go against what he believes now). which basically means he may abandon friends for no apparent reason & say/do things good characters normally wouldn't (like he may temporarilly agree to kill someone. -------------------------- Message 952 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Feb 5 14:26:05 1997 CST From: Elendil (#2237) To: *Storylines (#5236) The screen flickered, the image slightly distorted by the elevated humidity of the occupied cell. Through the bars the rider of the undead dragon sat, a sullen, unresponsive lump. A bowl of untouched food touched the edge of the lower grating. 'She just sits there, sir' the guard stated, turning away from the monitor slightly. The glow from the screen filled the small security booth, reflecting off the tiled ceiling, the rack of spearguns against the wall. 'She refuses to eat.' Elendil peered over the guard's shoulder at the display, eyes cold. 'Let her sit. There is to be no interrogation; she fills a velvet cage until our justice is met by her masters.' 'And if she continues to refuses to eat?' Elendil turned slightly back to the guard as he keyed the spiral iris, 'Then you feed her. Use the static restraint cuffs, I want her alive.' The guard nodded once, and Elendil stepped into the waterlock, breathing easier as the chamber filled with cool sea water. The outer door opened and he drifted out, towards the edge of the town dome. Faint light filtered down from the surface far overhead and he stilled his glide, unconciously ready for the beat of dark wings. 'By Meloth, if war they seek, war they'll have.' -------------------------- Message 953 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Feb 5 15:06:26 1997 CST From: Khyber (#12460) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Possibilities Over the sky of woods hole, khyber rode atop of Draz' saddle, looking over the ugly blue murk the submariners called an Ocean, he spit down at it, and nearly fell off as a gust of wind blew against him, Draz chuckled raspily while Khyber regained his balance, fumbling on the saddle, "Damned wind" he muttered, still gazing at the vast expanse of murk. Draz then sped back to Uruken, landing with a thump on the rocky ledge. Khyber dismounted, pondering events. He finally decided something had to be done. He will proceed with Lord Stryfe's plan, and "Interrogate" the submariners, starting with whoever he could get his hands on. preferably the tritons or the deep scouts. they would be of a challenge perhaps, but he had the faith in the skill of his blade. he slipped into his Polymer Armor, slipping the hood over his head. his eyes gazed far off, perhaps nowhere at all. He drew his long knives, and twirled them swiftly, "They will pay!" he shouted, "By my heart and my blades, the Mariners will face my wraith!" he snarled, and slammed his knives into their sheathes, still gazing off.. -------------------------- Message 954 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Feb 5 20:50:27 1997 CST From: Jordan (#14050) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Force feed me will they? Jordan laughed helpessly as the guard left her cell in puzzlement. Grinning lazily she once more resumed her relaxed pose against the wall of the tiny cell. Newwaves of laughter shook her wiry form as she thought of the guard's puzzlement when she had put up no protests to eating, had in fact dived into her food with zeal. Still grinning Jordan leaned over and vomited her meal on the floor. With a smirk of defiance she spit on the floor for good measure. "The bloody bastards think they're going to win that easy do they?" Jordan leaned back against the walls and stretched with an evil sensuality. "I KNOW YOUR WATCHING MATES!" Jordan quickly untied the knot that held her shirt together and promptly flashed all four corners of the room to whatever cameras they might be. Laughing, she once more tied her shirt close and blew a kiss to a random spot. "Hope you liked the peep show mates!" Yawning slowly Jordan lay down the floor to doze lightly, once again counting her tree leaves and ever patient to...... wait..... -------------------------- Message 955 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Feb 5 23:49:20 1997 CST From: Uno (#6614) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: OOCly, Sort of a gag post Uno stared from the top of the building at the bag of bones Khyber called a 'dragon'. He stared at the large land mass some people commonly referred to as 'the ground'. Strange new words poppig up all the time these days.. Uno put down the binoculars and chuckled. "What's the lunatic saying now?" The second submariner, a young deep scout said, "I think he's screaming about feeling out some guy named 'Rathe'. He shrugged. The third submariner pulled out the bow and nocked an arrow, pointing it at the spot in the sky, gazing at the vast expanse of...murky sky. Uno placed a hand on the bow. "Hold up, lets see what he does next, shall we?" The smaller spot rocked and swayed, almost flipping off the dragon. He must have been drinking again. Maybe smoking. The smaller spot rocked and swayed, almost flipping off the dragon. He must have been drinking again. Maybe smoking. Uno noticed how dead calm the day seemed on the ground. He crouched behind the lip of the roof. The third scout took aim, but the dragon flapped out of range before the arrow could strike. Was that just me, or was he...naked?", the second scout asked. Uno replied how Khyber is reputed for putting on armor only when not threatened and out of dangers way. "He's probably getting dressed right now, taking out weapons and arming himself, after a potential battle, for some foolish reason." -------------------------- Message 956 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Feb 6 16:19:41 1997 CST From: Khyber (#12460) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A small victory in an on going battle. Khyber stood at the cell in which he put Rathe in, smiling slightly. Khyber could still not believe what Red told him, that Rathe shot at him.. Khyber searched through Jizo, knowing Lyetra lived there, due to the roster on the hacienda residents list.. nothing he then checked his statlink, seeing a solitary ship rush towards Toosay. it could've been anyone, but Khyber had to check it out. he mounted Draz, and sped towards Toosay island. there, he walked around, drawing his knives in case of an attack. he only then heard some voices.. and what did he find? but Rathe and Lyetra. he grinned, and prepared to attack them, but they ran, and he gave chase. in the end, he KOed Rathe, and hopped on Draz, flying back to uruken, and tossing Rathe in the prison cell.. snickering quietly, as he did his daily routine. -End P/D/K -------------------------- Message 957 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Feb 6 17:48:27 1997 CST From: Remembrance (#13681) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Home Safe Home Remembrance looked around her home, happy to be back, safe! She began picking things up and putting things back to rights after Red's latest rampage, smiling softly to herself. Her visit to the Druid Milamber had been very productive. She closed her eyes and let the power of the wards wash over her magical sensitivity. She had heard of the leader of the Druids, Milamber. That he was a kind man, so she sent him a letter asking for his help. Later she talked with him and he seemed sensitive to her problem. He startled her as he began casting, his words of magic, his weaving of the threads were powerful and she was mesmerized, not noticing the passage of time until the Druid dropped his staff, finished. She felt the threads, the wards and the keys in her hands, one returned by magic from Red, the one stolen. She gave heartfelt thanks to the Master Druid and took her leave, returning via the portal to Solitude's office and her son. She told Soli of Milamber's help. How even a Magus of Moonhearts caliber wouldn't be able to easily pass the wards if at all. She asked him to return her and Alexander to their home, he smiled and did so, taking her and her son garbed in heavy 'Rad' suits down the long tunnels, gently clasped in the hands of the giant Mech. They reached the R/T, rising from the hidden tunnels in the wastes, at the R/T She posted her Ownership Papers of her home in the Village of Drach'nal, showing she had paid or and was sole owner of her cottage, refutting Red's claim. The made it back throught the 'gauntlet' escaping Red's notice, returning to her home and safety. She crept upstairs and looked at her son sleeping. Thank ful that he could rest after the hellishness of the last days. She went back downstairs and curled in bed, afraid she wouldnt sleep because of all that had happened. OOC Posted all over the R/T are copies of the bill of sale for one cottage in the Village of Drach'nal, paid for by Remembrance Jones, and naming her sole owner. -------------------------- Message 958 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Feb 6 19:53:11 1997 CST From: Remembrance (#13681) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Messasges left on several bulletim boards around the R/T and other comman areas. Remebrance Jones is seeking legal help in a case of Child Protective Custody. Please contact her at the R/T or at her home in the Village of Drach'nal. -------------------------- Message 959 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Feb 6 20:07:55 1997 CST From: Akane (#14270) To: *mages (#11664), *Chat (#5391), *Storylines (#5236), and *Character-Issues (#5282) Subject: OOC posties Alright. I have finally got the _LAST_ of the spellsongs AT THIS TIME. I thank everyone for mailing me, but I have chosen the 6 spellsingers for this time. there may be one more joining, but who knows eh? --OFFICIAL SPELLSINGERS-- Mistress Axelle Akane the Spellsinger Rathe the Elven Mage Haefen the Spellsinger Phantom-Rose the Scholar Morpheus the Seer (NO more will be accepted at this time) Thanks for your reading, --Akane [OOC POST] -------------------------- Message 960 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Feb 6 21:42:30 1997 CST From: Remembrance (#13681) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Flight Once Again After talking with the friend of Red Fang's, Oryama, Remembrance packed hers and Alexanders things. They couldnt find Alexanders rapier, she told her son that Red must have it, keeping it safe for his son. She sighs and gives the place a last look, knowing it will be safe from Red for now. They would all be safe. She locks the doors and walks away, knowing she will return. -------------------------- Message 961 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Feb 6 22:29:12 1997 CST From: Hannibal (#16038) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: decision. Hannibal awoke and found Avolent had left, he didn't know what to think about his own deeds. He'd invited Avolent home to talk, and had drugged her the same way she'd done to him. It made their conversation much more open. He'd caught her spying on him on the helipad, listening to his thoughts on the night before while to talked to Thistle. : He didn't know how to deal with her now, worst of all was Arwen, she'd pledge her love to him, could he throw her away? Hannibal found his answer to his questions from Avolent, she wanted to be with him, she wanted to be loved how he loved his own dead wife, but what did she mean to do now? Sighing loudly at his own befuddlement, perhaps it was time to talk to his mentor, she would hopefully be able to bring some insight he'd missed, this whole situation was tearing his beliefs asunder. -------------------------- Message 962 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Feb 7 11:19:52 1997 CST From: Tyrmyr (#18644) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: identity crisis Tyrmyr has been having lots of fun lately, a little while ago (soon after the last post) he started hearing voices in his head, & having weird feelings to do all sortsa things. he wondered off last night, & stumbled into his room after a day of hunting when his mind went blank & he lost his recall of anything else that happened. when his mind starting working again he realizaed that almost an entire night had gone by without him remembering any of it. But the thing that he noticed most was he no longer heard the voices that had been plagaing him the last few days. He almost started to get excited thinking the worst had passed, when he noticed his hands & most of the rest of his body was covered in blood.... He rushed into the washroom & quickly washed as much of the blood off as he could, wondering what had happened while he wasn't awake.... OOC: well I've decided to have Tyrmyr face his past he can't remember in a more final way. By having a duel between his old & new personalities. remember from my last post that his old personalitity is generally considered to be evil, & his cureent 1is good. I'll add somehting to his title so ya know which is in control at any given time. (maybe by using old & new, haven't decided) He may tick off your characters while evil since he wont show an ounce of respect for anyone, until he feels like it. just page me if ya don't wanna play along & Tyrm's in the evil personality & I wont involve you. last of all, this is just to spice up the occurances on here, so have fun with it. -------------------------- Message 963 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Feb 7 14:09:57 1997 CST From: Lyetra (#16541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: This roller coaster ride of life.. Lyetra sat bent over her harp, industriously cleaning the dust out of the tiny crevices in the carving. It had been several days now since she last saw Rathe, since she had even be out of the room, and she was trying desperately not to succumb to her restlessness. She'd had such happiness, and now was so afraid... afraid and sad and worried. >From all she could remember, Red had fired first - merely because Rathe had pulled his shotgun to be at the ready. Red-Fang had drawn first, hadn't he? And hadn't both she and Rathe requested no blood shed? Then Red had shot, and Rathe had taken action. They'd run when Khyber showed up, and had thought themselves free. Rathe had shown her Toosay island (she'd never been.. it was quite lovely).. and they sat on the beach, listening to the surf. She'd told him children's stories... merrows. They'd talked of thier love for each other - of perhaps having children one day. She was heading home when Khyber showed up. Rathe ran, but Lyetra had frozen, certain that he would carry her off like he had before - as bait. But he'd stepped out of her way, and she dashed toward Rathe. Rathe yelled at her to run - she did. And that was the last she had seen of him. She had no idea where he was now, but it didn't seem good - he hadn't answered his comm unit the last time she called, which was very unlike him. She knew that if he could give her advice, it would be to stay safe. So she sat in her room, atrying to write, trying to sing, trying to keep her mind off where her betrothed was. It would do him no good for her to fall into the hands of those who had captured him. So she would wait either until he called her... or until she could bear waiting no longer. OOC note: heh... this shoudl explain my several days absence. It's really not like Lilly to sit tight when someone's angered her or endangered a friend... but hey. Whadda ya expect from me? :) Have a ginchy weekend. -------------------------- Message 964 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Feb 7 20:33:06 1997 CST From: Rathe (#14172) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Easy escape Snickering, Rathe made his way through the entrance point tunnel of New Genesis City. He pressed the jerry-rigged button, and headed through the decontamination chamber, and the park. <> he thought to himself, and laughed. <> Khyber had taken his shotgun and nunchuka (but they where no true loss.. It was a minor expense.), but had forgotten to take his napsack, and the teleportation device, the SCM Badge from it.. Not a horribly bright fellow, this Khyber.. This was the second time he'd escaped with the small piece of new genesis technology. Perhaps those who built this city where those who wraught the apocalypse, but some of thier little trinkets proved usefull in dire situations. Still grinning to himself, he headed down the chute, which deposited him in the transport landing area. Khyber would pay dearly for this.. Not soon, perhaps, but his time would eventually come. A deep, confident smirk on his face, he boarded the transport back to Jizo.. -------------------------- Message 965 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Feb 8 22:03:07 1997 CST From: Khyber (#12460) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Ransom Note. A private captor has the one known as "Myst" captive, and if anyone of you wish to see her alive, you will bring the one known as Jordan, or else the amazon will die in the most painful way concieved. You have 48 hours. Delivered by a shadowy figure. -------------------------- Message 966 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Feb 8 22:19:55 1997 CST From: Hannibal (#16038) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: anger. Hannibal's mind was clear, after tonights events, his hand had been severed by a friend he was helping, he was killed for a reason he didn't understand, but he was mad. Hannibal had told Thsitle, Ylise, and Yshar about Red, Ylise made a small comment about their location, but besides that no one seemed to care. In a word filled with horrors, and troubles, you need people who can help you thru, Hannibal wasn't that kind of man under normal circumstances, but when your own friends severely injure you, your heart is clear, and your mind is focused on one thing people change. Hannibal changed, his mind was on revenge, nothing more. -------------------------- Message 967 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Feb 8 23:42:29 1997 CST From: Red-Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Ponderings Red returned to his room, 'crazy they say.. I remember a day when people had honor and didn't talk about it. The bluegills have no honor, they hide in the depths of their mirky world. Lord Elendil has lost his control on that nation. So if they wanted it that way it would be that way.. Myst was a prize, but her death would be painful if the girl Jordan wasn't returned soon. And it wouldn't end there. There would be others.. Presure on the landers would put presure on the bluegills. That was the way things would go. Red's thoughts turned to his son and he pulled the small sword from under his matress.. A tear fell from his eye.. 'I'll have you back with me soon.' Red. -------------------------- Message 968 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Feb 9 09:35:29 1997 CST From: Myst (#13170) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Another one of those days The day, like most others, had simply gone from bad to worse. It started off with the majestic Mating Flight, which was beautiful to watch, but only made Devon's absence felt more strongly. Then Yshar started acting odd, Tyzrath's despair at failing to catch Lyrzrath had flooded over the Soulbond and caused Yshar to start hacking at the rock on the ledge with his sword. He thundered down from the Mount, and Myst followed him to make sure he didn't accidentally kill anyone while he was enraged. It was too late however, because he had already found an old acquaintance...Gibson...and had taken out his anger on him. Later, Avolent showed up, and something passed between her and Yshar, although Myst had no idea what. Yshar seemed to be professing his love for her, though he spoke of friendship... It didn't matter when Avolent started swinging at Yshar, who didn't defend himself, strangely enough. Myst had tried to coax Avolent away from Yshar, presenting herself as a target, but it was no use. Yshar dropped to his knees before Avolent and asked her to kill him, trying to foolishly prove that she was still good inside. Avolent held back for now, but later they all found themselves in the same predicament. This time, however, Khyber and Hannibal seemed to be in Myst's way. The mage was making trouble for himself, thermoblasting her, and then Khyber had gotten in the way momentarily. When Myst was clear of Khyber, and Thistle was keeping Hannibal occupied, she struck at Avolent, who was already beating Yshar down. In anger, Myst drew her knives across Avolent's back, and continued towards the mage who was assaulting Thistle. A quick blow to the head and back put him down, though. The battle apparently won, Yshar cried out for someone to help Avolent. Why, Myst had no idea, but she tended to those in need, as was the way of her tribe. Hannibal left to attend to his severed arm, and all seemed well, except for Thistle, who was boiling with questions and no doubt mixed emotions. Then, as if on cue to make the day truly horrible, Red-Fang stepped into the Round Room. He reached out for her arm, and Myst backed away...then Red's sword came out in a flash, her eyes widening in surprise as things slowly faded to black. She awoke in a room somewhere, fastened spread-eagled to a bed. she grinned faintly, guessing at Red's reason for her capture. He had no doubt found out that she had edged her way out of the Challenge he put to her, and he had come to collect. She sighed. This day could simply not get any worse, now could it? When Red smiled at her, and sat down on the bed, she thought the game was all over. But, instead he talked to her calmly, healing the wounds that he had caused to subdue her. Myst could not puzzle out Red's reason for holding her here. Revenge on Devon, for when he had gunned down Khyber when Red had tried to take her the last time? Did he wish her to be his, now that his wife was apparently off with a SoulMech pilot? Or did he just want to...chat? She shrugged that one off. One didn't need to be knocked out, and tied to a bed to be spoken to. She was a little more open than that. -------------------------- Message 969 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Feb 9 14:40:39 1997 CST From: Lyetra (#16541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Faint releif She could rest easy now, without the aid of wine. Lyetra let that single thought permeate her mind as she curled up in the tangled bed clothes back in her room on Jizo. Myst had seen rathe, apparently well. Now she could get rid of this awful hangover. After staying awake for far too long, cleaning her room and belongings obsessively, Lyetra had buckled and drunk two full bottles of wine. Upon venturing out for coffee this evening - to combat her raging headache - she had seen Thistle, Yshar and Myst. She felt a bit better.... but seeing Khyber in the lounge had angered her. All she could think of was sleep. She rolled over, and reached for her comm unit, tucking it in the folds of cloth near her head. Hoping to hear it if it rang, hoping her beloved would call. -------------------------- Message 970 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Feb 9 15:44:47 1997 CST From: Demon (#6613) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Dont know if this is where to post it... Anyone know any good Mud sites? if you do please tell me. i dont know if i sent this post to the right place... Demon -------------------------- Message 971 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Feb 9 17:52:22 1997 CST From: Avolent (#16572) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A way past It had come to pass Avolent would forget Yshar. She knew in her heart this would cause only pain. And by killing him, nothing but ill would occur. When she awoke, her mind was clear, and the pain was gone. At the expense of herself, which was not a true expense at all... Prior: Avolent had wandered down to the R/T again. Her failled attempt at a kidnapping (OOC: which didn't include a week of stalling:) ) was foiled quickly. She had let Strafe overcome her. He flooded her emotions with soft, kind words. She would not however be brought down so easily. Her intention? To destroy him. If not by brute force then by words. She would ruin him in some way. As she ventured into the lounge she saw her target chatting happily with his lover. She smirked, and pretended to not notice him. This worked as she had planned. Strafe hated strange silences. He had to find the root of the problem. She began to speak of how he had decieved her. His words of 'love' she expressly hinted at. Regardless of how he explained, he was falling into a pit of his own words, the jealous girl that had followed him growing steadily angrier by the minute. Avolent was revelling in this. Comments flew back and forth, a loudmouthed woman, Myst seemed to find her part to play. Foolish. Avolent spoke of her desire to kill him, to destroy Yshar. And he was to let her .. willingly. The first attempt, a failed. His eyes had caught her. Their deep penetration causing her to falter, to leave the room quickly as he and his enterege followed close behind. It sickened her. She had fallen to his games twice now. Her anger grew so feirce that she had to find his end. The goal was distracted, after he again offered himself willingly. So many others seemed to step to his aid, regardless of his own words telling them to step away. It mattered little at this point. Avolent just swung. It was such blind abandon... slowly she swung at him. The world stopped for moments as she just saw his eyes again. Those capturing eyes... his talks of the past... how it was... Her will to silence him, to keep his gaze from her was so intense. ONce... twice.... He lie unconcious now... fallen. Her last strike high over his very head, the deciding factor for his death. It was stopped... The loudmouthed woman stabbing into her back... A halt in all movements as she felt her vision blur slightly.. Then a surge take her as she swung at the others, past Strafe himself. They would all go down. When Avolent awoke, she was bandaged, lying unable to move. His voice.. his eyes had come back to haunt her. Another came, and she begged to die, not able to live in this way. He had almost struck her there, if Strafe had not taken her form to safety. She wanted him away. He listened not. Her very mind reeled, knowing this would not be a way to live. She could not kill him.. This was fact. But she could not love him. There was no way. He would not destroy her, to end her pain, so she felt the need to do so herself. A small thin dagger, laced with a poison she stabbed into her heart. His scream, the blood draining... mixing with the sweet poison, her words so soft to him, her pain flowing past in the blood... She would not remember this when she awoke. She would not remember him. When the Eagle set her down on this earth for one other time, she would not remember anything they had shared, or been. Avolent did not look back, did not question as she felt her heart stop. It was necesary. It was the way. After: It had come to pass Avolent would forget Yshar. She knew in her heart this would cause only pain if she remembered. And by killing him nothing but ill would occur. When she awoke, her mind was clear, and the pain was gone. At the expense of herself, which was not a true expense at all.... Or was it... -------------------------- Message 972 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Feb 10 02:20:56 1997 CST From: Rathe (#14172) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The end? Nay, 'tis but the beginning.. Black, churning mists forming, fading.. Conciousness drifting in and out, brief images that floated between thought.. Rathe's mind wandered in the infinite scape of dreams. Tonight, however, another conciousness touched upon Rathe's own. Obsidian beneath his feet, he found it hard to keep his balance. Rathe walked forwards, realizing as one does in a lucid dream his own conciousness. The air had a definite metallic taste, a cool wind blew a strange smell to him, filling his nostrils. He knew this was a dream, but was so vivid in detail, it seemed quite real. Walking forward, or perhaps in circles, there was no change in the landscape, no way to decide direction. A figure slowly approached, glowing with an odd light in this dim nothingness. The figure approached further, and Rathe blinked. It was Devon. The form grinned, and waved at Rathe almost casually. Devon spoke, "Listen, I've not got much time, but I need some help.. I ask two favors, one that you deliver a message to Myst for me, the second that you give her my body." Rathe nodded, "I will help.. But what exactly has happened? I thought you had been sent beyond the eagle.." Devon shook his head. "No, its a bit hard to explain, but I should be able to return soon... I hope." Devon grinned slightly, "But I fear I'm being morbid. Just tell Myst that I just need some more time.. And that I love her very much." He sighed, and stared off towards some unknown point on the horizon... /shift/ Rathe found himself on Jizo, near the entrance to the waterfall.. Devon climbed past some rocks, and Rathe followed. A small cave under the rocks contained Devon's body, surprisingly not too wasted after all this time. Devon looked down at his body, and sighed. He looked up, "Here it is.. I need you to deliver my body to Myst, so that it will be protected. Givin time, I should be able to return.." he stared off into the distance once more, and said, "I need leave. Thank you for your aid, Rathe..".... Devon's body faded out of existance, leaving Rathe standing next to his body. /shift/ Images of the Valley, of the days before the Dragon attack filled Rathe's mind. Devon's message had been sent, and hopefully (for his sake), his wishes would be carried out.. -------------------------- Message 973 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Feb 10 09:08:37 1997 CST From: Rathe (#14172) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Last Night's post Just to clear up any questions, I was told by devon to post the previous.. Sorry for the horrible writing, was quite late :) --Rathe -------------------------- Message 974 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Feb 10 17:50:55 1997 CST From: Aislyn (#7750) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Unchartered Territory It had been a couple of weeks since she had last seen Knight Khyber and when she bumped into him at the RT Building, it had made her heart flip flop. He hadn't come to visit her all the while when she was bedridden and so she had tried her hardest to seem aloof - make like it hadn't disappointed her. He had inquired about her wound - the one Kzin had given her and she told him of how it had gotten sorely infected..And how she had been in bed with fever, trying to rid her body of its poisons. They wandered about and spent time together. They chatted and caught up with each others' lives. And soon, it felt like no time had passed. He took her loneliness away so easily. And in truth, he had admitted that she too, did the same for him. It was a painful thing to admit but she felt like she was falling in love with him. Enough so that she had shared with him her innocence. She had taken his seed joyously into her body. Being that he was her first lover, it had been quite awkward at first, but he had been gentle with her. His touch, the look in his eyes. She knew he cared for her as well. What was she going to do now? If her father found out, he would surely rage. Ahh but the pleasure she had experienced. Was it not worth it? She felt that Drazathak now accepted her as a friend to Khyber. The dragon was more willing to allow her on his back now. And Khyber, the dear Knight. Suppose he didn't feel as she did? Suppose all she was was a friend to him? Perhaps it didn't matter. She had to return to China one of these days anyhow. After her Quest was fulfilled. Maybe Khyber would join her. Or perhaps, this was a love doomed. -------------------------- Message 975 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Feb 12 07:52:28 1997 CST From: Myst (#13170) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A day of rejoice, and of suffering. It had been a long day. It started off relatively fine, as glum and as empty as always in Devon's absence...but a spark of hope ignited within her as Rathe took her aside and told her that Devon had contacted him in a dream, telling him to gather his body and he would try and make it back. Devon had also sent a message that he loved her. So he wasn't out 'whoring' as Red had suggested, or even joined the Order of the Wyrm, or any of the dozens of other rumors she had heard. Her husband would be coming home soon. She felt a mixture of emotions; happiness, and end to loneliness, satisfaction but in the back of her mind was the nagging thought, that regardless of what he had been doing, Devon had abandoned her. She pushed the thought aside, heading down from the Mount to seek out the Magister Damien, to aid in Devon's revival. There was no luck in finding the Magister, but Myst's mood had certainly improved a bit. That is, until Red and Khyber entered the Lounge. They were obviously either drunk or in horrible moods, snapping at people, and attacking Rathe who had tried to push his way past Red into the Lounge. Khyber was in a bad mood and wanted to pick a fight with her; under normal circumstances, she would have graciousless accepted, but with her husband's body returned to her not two hours before, she didn't want to lose him now. As it turned out, Myst had no real choice in the matter. Ylise and Nigel had angered Red, the former when she crossed over to unbar the exit, and the latter when he attacked Red after his wife had fallen. Clearly angered by all that was going on, Red bellowed after all opposition had been dealt with, to "grab the woman." Myst frowned. They would attack and take Ylise just for a petty squabble?Khyber seemed confused, and Myst's eyes widened as Red bellowed out "TAKE MYST!!!" Her instincts pushed her to reach for her blades, but she held back. Perhaps Khyber would not attack if there was no challenge. Her hope was foolish, and soon everything faded to black. She awoke in a strange room, in what was beginning to seem to become a regular habit. Red and Khyber loomed over her happily, Red tending to her wounds. They explained that this was to be her new home, and they avoided her when she asked them why she had been brought here, as she had clearly done no wrong. But, they were blind fools, driven by some desire; either for sadistic pleasure, or the pleasure of a woman - Myst could not decide which, or if there was possibly another motive. There was little time to think, as she was busy dodging whip strikes. She tried to race for the door, when Red was leaving, but she was knocked back by his shotgun. Clutching her head, he yelled at her to get back to "her corner." Rage filled her blood. Now, she would strike. The fists sailed past Red's head, as the shotgun came down upon her once, twice, thrice, the world again spinning to black, the leering face of Red-Fang impressed on her mind, his words in her ears: "She's not being to responsive...yet." Clearly the day was one she would not soon forget, sitting in a dark cement room, Gheran-knew-where, waiting.... -------------------------- Message 976 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Feb 12 11:21:44 1997 CST From: Kynwal (#1610) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Joke Post Ellyw had been feeling increasingly peevish as time went by. She had already slain two of the orders guardsmen when they had failed to produce what she had demanded of them. They protested to the end they did not know what 'Oil of Olay' was. Even the other dragons kept a healthy distance in the Thantum, recognizing the changes coming over Ellyw. Stryfe and Lykaj suddenly seemed to have business elsewhere they must attend to. Finally, one crisp night when the moon was full, Ellyw took to the air. Caught only a moment unawares Cyhyraeth was the first to follow. Quickly behind him Drazathak and Nusraat were also soon winging after the quickly moving form of Ellyw. Cyhyraeth quickly caught up to Ellyw, his tattered wings beating furiously. The obsidian and the amethyst grappled in mid-air, catapulting straight down as they manuevered for the upper hand. Falling through a cloudbank, Ellyw emerged first. Next, Drazathak made its move towards Ellyw. Again there was great aerial acrobatics but in the end Drazathak had to yield the chase, having lost the will to fight with Ellyw. Nusraat was the last to give chase and the last to make an attempt. Ellyw turned on him with a savage fury and the flight was a sight to behold Nusratt's agility helping him stay aloft. Finally, he too fell. Ellyw let out a roar of triumph and flew back to Uruken. A single thought remaining in her head. ~They had better have my Oil of Olay by now~ -------------------------- Message 977 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Feb 12 15:36:22 1997 CST From: Rathe (#14172) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Another day, another cracked rib. Rathe plodded down the cobblestone streets of Drach'Nal, heading towards the Spellsinger guild hall. Construction had been finished just today, and Rathe was anxious to make sure all of his things had been properly moved into his new quarters.. With the numerous problems during construction, he idly wondered if those that had been moving his posessions had even taken them to the guild hall--He was likely to find them in the bloody stables. Arriving at the front door, Rathe dug into a pocket, pulling out his key, and headed through the door, past the great hall and library, into his new quarters. They had managed to get everything here, but quite a bit was out of place; he busied himself with straightening (or at least trying to straighten) the various papers and books which had been haphazardly stacked upon the desk. An hour later, he nodded to himself, satisfied... Although it would appear that the room was in an even greater state of dissaray than when he began. Flopping down on his bed, Rathe stared up at the ceiling. The day had been hectic, as where most days for him. He had led the amazon to Devon's body, and had aided her in getting it back to the mount. (He still shivered at the very thought of the mount--he had sworn not to harm any there, had promised Lyetra... But what was he to do? o O ( Vengance must be had.. ) O o, he mused. His promise to etra might have to be broken. Of course, he could always harm the mount indirectly.. Informing, say, the order of the wyrm on Morlith's plans was not -directly- harming the mount or it's deziens.. As much as he despised the wyrm, he might need to aid them for his own purposes. He had then returned to Spellsinger hall to supervise the last of the construction, and later headed back to the lounge. Red Fang was blocking the way, and after yelling an insult or two, and swinging his staff at Red's head, Red naturally moved, allowing him passage.. Only to then cut at him with that damned blade of his untill Rathe fell into unconciousness. Rathe then woke, groggily, to find that Red intended to kidnap Myst. Several others had been cut down, and they began to swing at Myst.. Not caring to risk himself for the amazon's sake, hell, he'd already helped her get the magister back, Rathe managed to escape the lounge before he received a second assault. Rathe healed himself, and headed back into the lounge. "Hmm, guess they got Myst, huh?" he mused aloud. "Pity.".. Rathe didn't need concern himself with the amazon, nothing was to be gained by helping her at this point, the most he'd succeed at would be a trip to the eagle. Rathe didn't relish the thought.. Let her deal with Red and his little bum buddy, Khyber, herself. Rising from his bed, Rathe sighed. There was quite a bit to be dealt with.. But he needed tend to his responsibilities to the guild. Heading into the library, he set about the task of cataloging the books, and organizing them upon the shelves... <<>>> -------------------------- Message 978 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Feb 13 02:38:34 1997 CST From: Avolent (#16572) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Fear Avolent lay, half dazed in the hammock. Yshar had left her there.. .ran streaming tears. What had happened? Had her attempt to take her own life been a dream? She looked down at her dress.. torn and bloodied. It had not. All this had happened. She wanted to scream... she couldnt ... she couldn't move. Everything had grown so numb, so cold. She could only see a hazy view of the greenhouse plants. It was so peaceful here... She did not wish to leave. She could not find death... she could not find peace... she was thought mad.... perhaps... this was the final straw. She indeed WAS mad. Was crazy... She thought this feeling had come. But it was altogether different. The world was a hateful place, and she was forced to endure. She was forced to live... to cause pain. Avolent's eyes were swollen with past crying. She could cry no more. All she could do, was sit and watch the green of the room. The peace. -------------------------- Message 979 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Feb 13 02:40:56 1997 CST From: Rathe (#14172) To: *Storylines (#5236) Rathe once again flew towards Drach'Nal, watching the wastes pass below through the window of the transport. This day had been as interesting as the last, although today his life had not been in danger.. It was he whom held the life and death of others in his hand.. It had began several hours earlier, when Lamia made her usual jeering remarks towards him. He had grown quite tired of her words, and in a fit of rage, and ripped her body apart with wind.. Even on the bring of death, she continued to sneer and insult him. He had finally summoned a small funnel cloud which snapped the bitch's spine.. He felt no remorse for this--after all, she had only earned this by her own actions... The bb gun laying next to her corpse he had picked up, examined, and decided to give to Bobby. It wasn't that much use in combat, and wouldn't fetch a very good price, but the kid could make use of it, learning how to shoot would be usefull for the little fellow, if anyone tried to attack him.. Rathe shook his head, and exited the low-landed craft, walking towards the Guild Hall once more. Why was he so concerned with the child's wellfare? It was an odd thing that had recently popped up at the most unusual times.. Saving Ylise from the pain of Kzin's blood magic spell, his concern for Yara's mind.. Perhaps he was growing weak. Avolent had stumbled into the lounge only a couple hours ago, mumbling about god-knows what like a madwoman.. She seemed to think that Hannibal had raped her? Rathe knew that Hannibal wouldn't do something like that, the druid was a bit soft, but nonetheless, Rathe had quite a bit of fun at Avolent's expense. With the fear she exhibited, one would almost think she spoke the truth.. Rathe's brows furrowed slightly, and he sat down on the stone bench in the small courtyard outside the guild. Avolent had tried to kill herself.. Not simply to the eagle, but beyond. Rathe had not cared, really, but refused to aid in her suicide. Avolent had proceeded to insert some odd ritualistic daggers into several points on her body, and Rathe caved in, grabbing ahold of her wrist, and removing the daggers from her body, healing her wounds behind. ----There again! Weakness! He had saved his ENEMY! Rathe, now somewhat disgusted with himself, called Yshar to cart the unconcious girl back to the mount, or wherever he wished to take her. Avolent and he had wallowed in self-pity, and he watched, rather disgusted with himself for sparing the girl, and strangely interested in the two fool's caperings.. He eventually left, and headed to the transport bay.. He was confused at his own actions, at Yshar equating him with the undead riders of Uruken. Yshar had said he lacked compassion, like them. What use was compassion? It aided him not... Rathe shook his head, and unlocked the front door, towards his quarters. It had been a long day. -------------------------- Message 980 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Feb 13 02:44:56 1997 CST From: Rathe (#14172) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Heh, well, previous shoulda been R, rape mentioned, and some violence.. ah well ;) Also sorry for all the typos, ect.. Its late. gimme a break ;) (OOC post) --Rathe -------------------------- Message 981 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Feb 13 07:55:51 1997 CST From: Myst (#13170) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Pain, pain and more pain (PG-13 with maybe a hint of R) Her body ached all over from countless wounds; Red certainly wasn't sparing with the whip. She worked at one of the leather straps holding her to the bed with her nails, and finally managed to widen the loop enough to slip her hand through. She quickly undid the other straps, wincing with the pain of movement, and she slid off of the bed. Her legs would not support her, and she fell to her knees, face contorting with the pain. Then, her knees gave way, and she fell on her stomach, the pain even worse there. Ordering her mind to focus, so intensely that she began to utter "Focus, focus" through her clenched teeth, Myst dragged her weary, bloodied body over to the corner where Red had tossed her clothing. With luck, her herb satchel was there. Spreading her tunic out on the floor to cushion the pain, she delved into the satchel to get something for the pain. Dhelrani peppers and popona root should do it... She grumbled because there was no water save the salt water bucket in the corner to use, and so she swallowed the bitter herbs raw, cruching and eventually swallowing. Much better. She looked through the rest of the sack, and to her dismay, found nothing in there that she could use to take her life. Sighing, she drew out a handful of fireweed, jasper and tenaka leaves and crunched them up with her palms, and swallowed them. The rest, she tucked into the only article of clothing left to her, the white loin cloth that was now a deep crimson from her blood. Red's motives were unclear to her, but she had swallowed the fireweed and jasper to lower her fertility and libido - if Red had any funny ideas, she wasn't going to conceive his child. Nor would she conceive the child of whoever Red intended to "sell" her to. She chuckled slightly. Red said that he was going to sell her as a slave. She couldn't help but chuckle again. There hadn't been any slave caste in her tribe for..over a thousand years, and there would most likely never be another one. Amazon slave indeed...did Red think her so weak? Earlier he had nothing but praise for her strength and beauty, comparing his past lovers to her with almost disgust. It made no sense. If he thought her such a prize, why sell her off to someone else? Unless Red's greed for money outweighed his greed for her. She looked over at her clothes, then at her red and angry skin. No way she'd get her clothing on comfortably. She sighed softly, attending to the worst of her wound with some herbal mixtures and bandages from her satchel. She knew that she would not break to the pain he inflicted upon her, but she knew that sooner or later she would bend, either from lack of sleep, los of blood, or to save a friend, as she had almost done for Yshar that night. She would have to find the right moment and bend of her own volition, to keep as much of her honor as possible, and to save her strength to flee when the situation presented itself. But she liked not this idea of mastery, no, not at all. -------------------------- Message 982 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Feb 13 13:26:30 1997 CST From: Smoke (#11265) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A day of the dead. Smoke laid on the floor of the cell with her hands behind her head listing to the buzzing of the flies. She turned her head watching them as they danced above the dead carcass of a roach. Getting on her hands and knees she crawled slowly to the corner where the flies played. Reaching her arm out quickly , like a tongue of a snake, she snatched a fly and with a apt flick of her finger stunned it to submission. "I now dub thee Khyber", she giggled to herself. Taking her prize she moved back into the center of the cell. Smoke pulled a hair from her head and while the unknowing insect slept she warped the hair around its body tying a perfect little knot. Laying down on her back holding the captured fly by its new leash above her head at eye level she waited patiently for it to awaken. The fly buzzed softly as it returned to the world, then flying with all it might around and around above Smoke's face like a comical helicopter as she held the hair leash between her fingers. "Whats the matter little Khyber" she said softly to the fly, "Stuck in a rut are we?" Laughing loudly she reeled the fly in. Holding the fly between her thumb and finger she smashed it slowly, grinding it to a fine green goo as she mentally planed her revenge. -------------------------- Message 983 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Feb 14 19:25:08 1997 CST From: Yjezra (#5288) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Grand Opening. Gus walked out of The Flaming Heifer and smiled as he took down the sign that said 'Closed - Under New Management' and tacked up the banner reading "Grand Opening - Welcome All!' across the front of the Pub. He stood and looked around the small village, pleased that he finally had his own place. He turned back and walked inside. He murmured to himself "Now, we wait for the customers!" OOC The Flaming Heifer is now open for business in the Village of Drach'nal. Enjoy! Yjezra -------------------------- Message 984 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Feb 14 19:48:05 1997 CST From: Meoni (#9687) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Oh the trappings of the mortal coil... Meoni rose from her cot beside her master's bunk. In the dark flicker of torchlight, she watched him a nearly imperceptable smirk crossing her wine colored lips. Quietly she rose from her cot and padded out into the hallway, sliding her gaze towards Astaroth menacingly before she padded quietly down the hallway to further explore Mt. Uruken while she was allowed to. She thought quietly of her situation, deadly and dangerous as it was. There were enemies who did not know they were her enemies yet, but when they discovered what they were to her... she might have to leave and quickly. But then there was Stryfe and his talk of her being human, not a slave and the possibility of being one so worthy of... No, she shook her head, since birth she'd been a slave, she was afraid she'd die one too. That swung her thoughts back towards Astaroth. He was the key, he would never let her go. No master of hers ever did... and for it, no master of her ever survived. Two lower members of the Order were set to their task deep in the heart of Uruken. The first saw Meoni coming and shivered as she passed, her shadow dancing luridly in the dim torchlight. His companion nudged him, 'What is it, Jemmer?' He pointed to the direction Meoni had passed, 'She's Knight material for sure, didja see 'er eyes?' Jemmer's companion shook his head, 'Nah, but we'd best get back to work and worry about it later. Stryfe doesn't like loafers, and I like my life.' They settled back to their task, their uneasiness drawing deep into the pits of their stomachs. -------------------------- Message 985 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Feb 14 22:11:04 1997 CST From: Hannibal (#16038) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: anger, a seed of evil or of good? Hannibal's mind wandered aimlessly, his thoughts drifted to the rescue party, two nights they'd ventured into dixie, both times nothing accomplished. Myst and Thistle were still prisoners being tortured, Red's goal? 400000 crystals, the bloody fool. Hannibal wanted nothing more than to kill all those involved, his fury raged but what of his oath to Gaia. He twisted his gnarled staff, he needed to hit something. He calmed himself, trying to tend to his new skills with herbs and other plants. He knew he had to get back to Drach'nal, perhaps some quiet music in the hall would cool his nerves he thought. He met Rathe and they ventured to the area, when on the way there, they wandered into the green and what did they find? Avolent lying on the grass, the only thing on her form, were small flowers quietly chuckling and feeling a bit embarassed they left, Rathe and him listened, as male words drifted on the wind, "I don't know what I want" It hit Hannibal just then of Thistle, still rotting, being tortured and Yshar here with another woman, Avolent and Yshar appeared and an arguement ensued, Hannibal refused to believe his actions were in any way harmful, let alone rape. He wandered to the new pub, he asked for a beer and quietly sat by himself. Avolent continued to plague him, entering and sealing the exit out. Hannibal growled, Avolent lied, his fury built within, he wanted to kill this woman, he'd given a seed to her as his love, to combat Apocolypses evil, apparently Avolent fashioned her own lies, seeking to use this to seduce Yshar. Hannibal shook his head, this was too much. exploding a few waves of water from his hands at Avolent, then knocking her out with his staff. She claimed he'd struck her the night before, she deserved this now, for using him. He pounded her into unconciousness, and fled to the hall, slumping into his bunk, and closing his eyes, he started to wonder what he'd done. Restless dreams plagued him, bloodied hands and ghost of the past. Perhaps his only way to end the suffering was to purge it, he could stop running, if the ones that caused the pain went away, and if he did, he'd finally be free. -------------------------- Message 986 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Feb 14 23:36:42 1997 CST From: Hannibal (#16038) To: *Storylines (#5236) Gah I've been around Rathe too muych, forgot the Rated R on that sorry folks. -------------------------- Message 987 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Feb 15 02:10:55 1997 CST From: Red-Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A productive day, Myst and Thistle rested together on the small bed provided them. They both had eaten and been healed from their hard day. Red was very pleased that they both began to respond to the treatments. Thistle was so fragial and her little boddy didn't take much before she would passout from the pain. The whip was too harsh, leaving to many cuts on the skin. So Red brought out his special educator. Thistle responded to that quickly, the electric shock caused her body to tense up nicely.. Then adding water caused the pain to quicken and deep burns to form where the clamps where attached. Myst submitted to this quickly not wanting her friends pain to continue. They were both cleaned and allowed to rest, Thistle passed out and during this time Red inforsed the rules on Myst, showing her he ment busness. He showed her what would happen if she disobeyed. Then let her wash herself and dress in her new clothes he has special made for her. She then sat and ate and talked.. She soon grew tired and was allowed to go to sleep. Thistle woke to find Myst sleeping. Thistle was obedeant but Red was untrusting still.. So he introduced her to the worse of her nightmares all over again, then helped the girl off the rack. She was unable to wash herself so he gently washed the girl and sat her down to eat.. She ate quietly and drank deeply from the bottle of water she was given. She then tired from exaustion layed on the bed and fell into a deep sleep. Red smiled locking the door behind him.. Tomorrow the training would continue. -------------------------- Message 988 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Feb 15 10:19:55 1997 CST From: Thistle (#18105) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Hell ( prolly R ...like Reds ) Thistle slowly awoke and listened for sounds of movement in the room, hearing none she opened her eyes and stared up at ceiling. She let her hands travel slowly over her aching body, feeling the cuts and welts. Her fingers gently slid over her chest and abdomen coming in contact with the sticky salve Myst had put on her to help the burns. Thistle shuddered at the remembrance of them. Water and electricity, what a horrible combination. She slid her hand lower, stopping abruptly. NO...she didnt want to know how bad her right thigh was. So many hits from a whip couldnt be pretty. Sighing, she relaxed back onto the bed. Thistle turned her head and looked over at Myst, then glanced around the room. No one was here, just the two of them! And they werent tied up! Painfully she slid off the bed, landing in a small heap on the floor. Pulling herself up she stumbled over to the door and pulled on it in vain. Locked, of course. Turning back to the room she searched through everything she could, but the locker was as secure as the door. Nothing, .. there was nothing to help them here, nothing to give them even an ounce more hope. Quietly she slid back under the grungy sheets on the bed. Clean sheets and clean clothes, that's what Red promised for today. Thistle shook her head.. and a nose ring...how could she forget that. Thistle closed her eyes and said a small prayer to Seanhair, thanking him for coming to her. His words of wisdom echoing in her mind. ... "Bheag teine, will you let this man torture you until you -are- his slave? Or will you just act the part and let him trust you?" Thistle hoped she could keep acting. Seanhair obviously had never been electrocuted... -------------------------- Message 989 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Feb 15 10:20:40 1997 CST From: Tyrmyr (#18644) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: more Light vs. Dark Tyrm sits in his room in one of the few moments he has been conscous today wondering what exactly has happened to him recently. for instance the other day he woke from being knocked unconscous by Rahte, it was odd because he wasn't aware of even being awake, much less annoying Rathe. Slipclaw had acted funny around him & told him what had happened, none of which Tyrm remembered. He had said he had gone off about being some sorta military commander & threatened to come back with an army to take over the whole nearby area. mutters to himself "why would I say that? & what is going on with me?" he has missed hours & even whole days recently, strange behavoir when he normally sleeps maybe 5-6 hours a day. & people have said he has been wandering around while he was sure he was just sleeping... muttering he gets up & tries to start a day he has already missed 6 or so hours of.... OOC: I'm gonna end this soon, but I will need a teks help, so if 1 of you teks reads this & I'm on come talk to me OOCly. also I need a mage whio should probably know something about soul energies & some other forms of magic, to help the end of this story. Tyrmyr. -------------------------- Message 990 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Feb 15 10:30:12 1997 CST From: Myst (#13170) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Suffering. The penance is....life? (Most likely R rated) If she knew Red-Fang wouldn't hear and consider it weakness, she would have cried. Thoughts of poor Thistle tied up to that electronic device, .she could still see images of her little body convulsing. Myst had been raised to take pain, and to dish it out, but Thistle had not had that advantage. The little one was brave, tried so hard to stay awake while Red struck her with the whip, over and over...but she simply could not. Red saw her anger at his treatment of Thistle, and remembering how she had almost broken when Yshar had been in attendance, he set about using Thistle to break her. Again the tears came and she only barely held them back.... She had soon found herself giving Red what he wanted, as Thistle convulsed next to her, her hair beginning to burn. Red just sat there and smiled smugly, shutting off the power, and setting about telling Myst the "rules" of his little game. "What have I done?" she asked herself. It was quite obvious, actually. She gave Red what he wanted so that Thistle would no longer have to suffer...she had not personally broken with the pain...could undoubtedly take whip strokes from now until doomsday if given ample rest and food... She could see Red's satisfaction in his eyes, and it caused a small flame to burn within her. Rage swelled her veins, but she knew anything she did would be visited upon Thistle. How could life be so unfair, to visit pain on one who was not used to it, let alone the fact that she was not the one who was invoking Red's wrath. It didn't matter anymore. She had not sworn any oath of fealty to him; she could not...her honor and common sense would not allow her. He had let her down after she had given him what he wanted...to call him "master", of all things. "What an ego," she thought to herself. No matter...she had only violated a score of rules, strictures and traditions of her tribe. The worst that could happen? To be cast out, honorless, supposing she should ever get out of Red's little hellhole. That seemed almost a happy future compared to what Red had in store for her. Servitude? She had never really considered the idea...only once before, the night before she was to be married. She was so very fortunate that Devon was kind, and loving... Her thoughts began to wander to her husband's body, lying forlorn in their room on Morlith. Her child was there too, neglected but safe in Freiga's care. Red had asked if she wanted her son moved to whereever she was. Certainly not. To consign her son to a life fraught with dishonor? She would rather never see his face, never see her son grow up, or have him even know of his mother's existence, than throw away his life. That was the only thing she could do, in her current position. If Red permitted, she would send word to Morlith to cease rescue attempts, as they resulted in only more people falling under Red's power, and perhaps ask Yjezra to raise her child until her husband's return. Most likely, she herself would never get out of here, but perhaps her family could live, in relative peace. She remembered Thistle's words from earlier on... "We must get them to trust us." Yes, Thistle...it made perfect sense. Lull them into false security and slip away. As much as she hated the idea of stroking Red's idea, and whatever else he passed her way, it would be the only way. Double-cross for double-cross... She quietly pondered her revenge, unable to sleep. Oh, how Red would pay for this.... At times, the thought was the only thing that kept her going... -------------------------- Message 991 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Feb 15 22:34:36 1997 CST From: Mulder (#709) To: *Storylines (#5236) ----------------------- ShadowFax News Update ----------------------- Saturday, November 17'th at around 10 PM the Austin Metroplex was rocked by the force of a huge explosion. Bits of flying brick and concrete were reported up to three hundred yards away from the Open Market location of the blast. The target, a relatively unknown house of ill-repute, was totally decemated. No bodies were found in the wreckage, something which has yet to be explained. Employees of Kilmor Labs were reported startled, their offices located a mear stones throw from the detonation site. The perpetrators of the blast have yet to be found, and no terrorist groups have as yet claimed responsibility. We will continue to follow this story as it develops. --End Transmission-- -------------------------- Message 992 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Feb 16 02:58:27 1997 CST From: Rathe (#14172) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Death of a god Nearly collapsing into his bed, Rathe shuddered slightly. His strength had been greatly sapped, he had drawn more magic then he could ever remember, and this had left him weak, his mind was stressed to the point where he could barely tell the transport where to go, nor move through spellsinger hall into his quarters. The cause of this over-use of his power was a result of his saving Darci, one of the few people whom he truly called friend. He wondered if it had been worth it to save her.. She had nothing to offer him, and her death, although saddening, would leave no true impact.. Of course, had he not, the god who had kidnapped her would have grown in strength, and Rathe would have been killed, eventually... Telq'uaotl. An aztec god of some sort. Rathe knew little beyond this. He had been the same who was taking control of other's minds, and some had called "Blight". Rathe grinned, muttering to himself. "Killing a god, though.." he laughed, "There's a story to tell in the lounge a few years from now." Blight had taken Darci to the roof of Red's keep, where he intended to sacrifice her to the sun god, in order to gain power. After fighting blight for almost an hour, Yshar, Harrison and Izara all badly harmed, Rathe's strength sapped, Blight ripped out Darci's heart, and prepared to sacrifice it. Rathe suddenly blinked, realizing. Blight had called the idol around his neck the "key to his soul"... As he began the sacrifice, inserting his idol into a large sun callender, Rathe struck, first with magic, then with his staff, he destroyed Blight. Seperated from the idol, the god would not return. Skywalker had now arrived, and Darci's body was taken back to Real/Time, where Moonheart healed Darci, even after her heart was taken. Rathe watched after the magus' departing portal, shaking his head. o O ( This Magus must be insane! One day he helps Red Fang, kills a submariner and almost captures myself and Karcass, the next he heals Darci? ) o . ... Perhaps, Rathe thought, Moonheart had been messing with electricity magics in his own brain.. That might cause significant mental derangement.. Rathe left the recovering Darci and Skywalker in the lounge, wanting to depart before showing weakness. He was amazed he made it back to Drach'Nal.. Hopefully, Darci would try to avoid being kidnapped by gods in the future.... (OOC: Thanks to Gus for the cool TP! Also thanks to Yshar, Darci, Skywalker, Izara, and Harrison, all excellent RPers :) ) -------------------------- Message 993 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Feb 16 03:07:30 1997 CST From: Rathe (#14172) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Addition to Previous As those who went to rescue Darci left the keep, they would have noticed the tower collapsing, the entire upper floor being demolished after Blight's demise. The churning mists about the keep slowly dissapated, and the storms ceased. -------------------------- Message 994 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Feb 16 04:53:54 1997 CST From: Augustus (#18463) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Blight OOC NOTE: The character Blight is still alive and well, returned to whatever is normal for him. The spirit Telq'uaotl is gone though. The character Blight won't remember much of his possession either, so forgive him. Gus. -------------------------- Message 995 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Feb 16 09:29:02 1997 CST From: Myst (#13170) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A test of fortitude (R-rated, no doubt) Myst simply could not get to sleep face-down in the pillow on the bed given to her and Thistle. She couldn't very well sleep on her back either, remembering the days events. She had been too free with her tongue when the Magister Oryama was brought in (something about a ceremony?); having had words with him before, in the Lounge, Myst felt free to continue their little argument here. But she was sorely mistaken. Red obviously didn't take kindly to being defied, and she soon found herself lying on the floor while a large metal man whipped her with incredible strength. She remembered taking a strike somewhere in her groin area, and passing out...and upon waking, being barely able to move. Blood flowed freely from almost every pore on her back, and from between her thighs, making movement rather uncomfortable. Then Red came back in, satisfied with the metal man's work. Then, he picked up the bucket of salt water they had used to dab at her wounds in previous "sessions", and he emptied it over her head. A million little fires erupted all over her body, stinging with the fervor of little dagger-strikes. She twitched and quivered, managing to hold back the scream forming in her throat, until the salt water ran down to her raging groin wound. The sensitivity of the area amplified the pain a thousandfold, and she fell on her side, issuing a blood-curdling scream, body realxing slightly before everything went black. It was the first scream she had given during the entirety of her capture. Upon waking, she felt very discouraged, as if she had given in to the pain. She shook her head, knowing it was not so. Salt water resistance was not in her training. Thistle looked over her worriedly, as Red commanded her to look over Myst's wounds. Myst frowned knowing that the way Red worked, it could have easily been Thistle under the metal man's whip... She would have to curb her tongue, or it would not go well for either of them. This would be a good time to put Thistle's plan into action, she thought. Lull ourselves into their trust, appear beaten..and save our strength to break out when we could. Myst needed little effort to act the part of being beaten.. she felt half-disgraced by her earlier scream, and knew the situation was basically hopeless. The only thing she needed to work on was curbing that blasted tongue of hers! Another patch of Thistle's advice drifted by her head, "It's only words..." Myst grinned faintly. her grandfather had once said that "An oath given to a liar, is not an oath at all." She had to keep reminding herself that all she said and did was not her true feelings. She disliked having to use guile, but if Red had his way...she would never see her husband, her son, the sun, the Mount...home...ever again. He had no authority to take it all away, or perhaps she wouldn't be as bitter about it. Again unable to sleep, she closed her eyes and let the thoughts of her revenge on Red-Fang drift into her head, and lull her mind to rest. -------------------------- Message 996 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Feb 16 17:11:34 1997 CST From: Avolent (#16572) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: An End. Avolent awoke, a pain in her body still intense. From what she did not know. There was blood on her dress still, from something, scars along her body, from someone. She could not remember the days events, of anything... She had awoken earlier that day, body disheveled, bloodied from the days before. She was weak and needed dire rest. But first, thirst called to her, crying out for she was dehydrated. SHe had ventured into the lounge, spying those both friend and enemy. She sighed at first when she did not see Hannibal, the stain upon her dress would be too obvious, and his fits of rage as of late had been too much. Avolent was scared, on edge, and the very sight of her other foe, Rathe, made her shiver just the same. The calming words of Strafe, her dear friend... the one she cared for so were her only calming thoughts. She smiled as she looked upon him in the lounge, agreeing as he told he she looked ill and was in need of rest. As she was nearly moving out, a stranger fell, convulsing wildly. She needed to help him, since the only attention payed to his form was by the elf, kicking and prodding at his unconcious body. Avolent mustered her strength, and asked for Yshar's help in carrying him to the infirmary. There she worked, quietly, still pensive of Rathe's presence, his biting remarks as she revived the man, bringing down his fever and delerium. Strange thoughts flew into her mind... thoughts of those that had come near her... she had thought she was loosing her mind... no doubt the effects of the extreme blood loss. Avolent's body faltered, and fell to the ground. Yshar's voice was the last she heard as she was led into another room... a peaceful leafy place. He laid her down upon the Greenroom's hammock, talking softly, comforting her as she drifted to sleep. Avolent awoke slowly, sounds of a man talking. She was cold as she noticed she was not clothed again... SHe looked up and tried to scream, seeing the same face again. Many had come in, at her scream and his movement... and a strange fight had broken loose. Avolent's mind wavered in and out, as she was led from room to room. She was healed in a room darker than before, cold and black, and as she stepped out of the darkness, still searching for Yshar, she was struck again. Blackness once again. Her mind was aching, as well as her body. She was disoriented and lost, confused and scared as her eyes fell upon the sight of a raging madman. He had stripped her again, holding within his hands four gleaming thin swords. Avolent pleaded, crying out for mercy, her mind so lost and confused, yet evident that he wished to kill her, past the Eagle itself. She had tried not long before, the Elven mage seeing this with ammusement. Hannibal must have adopted the practice from him. HIs eyes glared with anger, asking if she had any way to beg forgiveness... anything to say to end his pain. He peirced one of the knives into her chest, directly over the scar on her breast. Then another, deep in her thigh, over that scar. Avolent screamed, begging of him, pleading, her body waivering in conciousness from the attacks. HE struck another into her heart, wells of blood pouring free. He looked at her, a gleam in his eye as he struck the last into her skull, the back of her brain. He thought his pain would end here... she would die beyond. He screamed when he realized he had forgotten one thing, that she would not die permenantly. Not without the poison of a small vial that she carried. He searched not for the poison, rather holding her neck, dipping her below the waters of a pool... drowning her. Avolent's strength slowly fell away, her body shutting down. She gave him only one final look, of scared fright before the room turned black upon her. Hannibal could not kill her. When she awoke, the swords still deep within her at the points of insertion, she was left, weak and bleeding, on near verge of death. She had no way of escape, no way to heal, no one to call. He had gone. She tried to pull the swords from her skin, pulling first the two over her scars, unsuccessful in the last two. She cried out, and as she did, the door of the room he had left her in, opened. He growled, for her form was not dead. He was ready to kill her again, beat her one last time when she whispered to him.... She told him that she had a way free from his pain... and her own. She begged of him to heal her, to renew her strength, and she would end all of this. He complied, threatening her still with a way of permenant death if she was not truthful. She took two small vials from her sack, giving one to him, the othershe holding on to. She explained to him, that the drug would take the memories of the last one seen. Just as it had to Kzin. They each drank, and she fell... body greeted with darkness once again. Avolent staggered out of the room, unknowing of what had happened, where she was. As she returned to a proper location, the lounge, she questioned the elf, who gave her no answer. Her mind still ached, and her body still was weak. She knew nothing of what to do next. She decided her best idea, was to find the room again where YShar had led her to rest. Find that room and again sleep. ooc- Avolent and Hannibal no longer know one another, no longer knwo what happened or anything of the matter. In other words, their minds are totally blank slates. :) EAsy way out no? heeheh Sorry for the spam:) -------------------------- Message 997 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Feb 16 17:26:00 1997 CST From: Khyber (#12460) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: just another day (god don't you love my post titles?) Khyber lay in his bed in the cabin, his eyes watching the lights in the room, and that cold stainless steel door. he pondered letting them go, he pondered what Red would do if he did. he didn't want the girl kidnapped really, what was worse was when she was forced to strip down and get placed upon that rack device.. the stretching, her green eyes glancing at him as the electricity flowed eagerly through her frame.. he kept his face dim, as not to arouse any suspicion of doubts he had about this. more than four times the _fools_ came to his porch, trying to get in, first it was the beastmaster and his wife, then it was the damned elf and his tree-hugging druid buddy, Khyber wanted to behead them both, for even considering trying to get in his house.. but he held back.. then Karcass, Uno, and the others came, and With red came help.. the magus Moonheart, who helped drive away the others.. even Uno was brainmush after he was captured.. Khyber smiled on that fact, knowing that they would give up eventually.. the fool rider Yshar was already seeming to have dreamy eyes over "Karee", he laughed to himself, but sorta felt sorry for Thistle because of it.. but no matter, they would be much happier later on.. "yes.." Khyber mumbled in his sleep, "happier much later on.." -------------------------- Message 998 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Feb 16 22:01:25 1997 CST From: Lyetra (#16541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The long and winding road Lyetra ambled slowly around the kitchen, makin herself a cup of hot tea to help ease her nagging cough. So much was troubling her - yet the trip to the Mount still resounded in her mind. She had cried on Ylise's shoulder, Nigel and the dragons gathered round. She could remember Tyzrath wuffling her hair. Why did things have to be so difficult? Ylise was right - she had to follow her heart and trust herself and all of that. Her love for Rathe was great... and he loved her - she could see that - but he did not think he could ever be happy. The question now seemed to be, is it worth my time, my heart, and my soul to try to make him happy when he himself seems so set on failure? Part of her told her she could never love another - that she had expended all of her heart. But part of her - the Syyrl part, the part that Ylise had appealed to - told her it was never over. not until she's given up on herself. And if that meant leaving Rathe behind, so be it. There was, of course, still the matter of Thistle and Myst being in Red'Fang's clutches. If only she could help! And that wench Coreen - having the audacity to talk openly of 'buying' Thistle. Lyetra had wanted to cave Coreen's skull in - but that was a useless pursuit. Coreen could probably do her a good deal of harm.. and anger is not the way anyhow. The glimmer of hope, of happiness, which had taken root in her soul - the affection of the dragons and the Riders.. how at home she felt on the Mount... that her friends seemed to think she had a good chance of being Chosen.. Thses thoughts would not leave her. They allowed little room for despair - which might have been selfish.. but whose life was she living anyway? OOC note: Hehe.. this is totally off topic.. but if anyone's interested in Etra's 'extended' history - go to http://www.muc.muohio.edu/~raanve/lyetra.html -------------------------- Message 999 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Feb 17 02:46:38 1997 CST From: Hannibal (#16038) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: a damn good night rated PG due to violence. Hannibal saw Thistle in the r/t, even with Red, Slayer, and Moonheart he had been able to hope, he could save her and he did. Thistle resisted, he felt bad as he sturck her to unconciousness time and time again. Rathe and he had fled all thru the entire plains of ghostwheel and surrounding areas. The finished on morlith leaving Thistle to Yshar's care. Red called him, insulting him, saying he had Alluvia now. Hannibal was sad to hear his fellow sister captured but he taunted Red into anger, knowing he was unstable as it was. Hannibal hungup not wanting to listen to further threats of him being killed on sight, thinking to himself. Red has made a mistake now, he took riders, but now he took a druid, unknown to Red Hannibal now planned to speak to Milamber, surely he would be outraged at Red's attacks. If he had Milamber's help, hopefully they could speak to the enigmatic magus who lived in dixie, perhaps her magic would be able to end this madness, and even the magus Moonheart would not have the magics to combat her, despite his great bladed skills. Hannibal crawled into his bed, his adrenaline pumping down as fatigue hit him like a rock, he fell into slumber, tomorrow was another day and he had alot to do. -------------------------- Message 1000 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Feb 17 02:48:40 1997 CST From: Hannibal (#16038) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: hehehe 1000 is mine! I got the post! Sorry for the run on sentances, and other forms of misguided text in that last post but not much to be expected for 4 in the morning. --------------------------