Date: Tue, 21 Oct 1997 16:30:28 -0400 From: "Quinn@GhostWheel" To: quinn@netsville.com Subject: GhostWheel Message(s) 71 - 87 from *Storylines (#5236) X-Mail-Agent: GhostWheel (casper.bga.com 6969) Message 71 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Sep 14 20:33:50 1997 EDT From: Yalindra (#13170) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Addendum The note previously posted in the R/T lounge and Living Caverns about the bounty on Rathe's head has been slightly altered: 5000 crystals reward has been scratched out and replaced with "Name your price", and "For the kidnapping of the Rider Ytia" has been added as reason for his capture. -------------------------- Message 73 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Sep 15 15:57:06 1997 EDT From: Styx (#1610) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Rumblings on the wheel A cacophany of growls/bleats/hisses were heard deep into the night by those brave souls who wander the deadly wheel. Multilated catbeasts have been discovered more often now. And those who have run into the creature called Chim have spun tales of being met with as yet unseen lethality. It is as if the Chim has decried the newest invaders to its home they say.... -------------------------- Message 74 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Sep 16 20:51:34 1997 EDT From: Eponine (#3791) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: An odd sight... It was a rather quiet day in the lounge, Osbornn noted as he cleaned glasses and wiped down the bar. No mages were in here challenging each other. No cocky swordsmen sat around trading horror stories or spilled each other's blood on his clean floor. No seductresses ordered odd drinks from him. In all, it was nice to have the respite. Just as he finished his thoughts, another adventurer wandered in. Osbornn smiled and prepared to have others follow, but this fellow walked in alone and quickly Oz had to note the strangers pale complexion and terrified eyes. He shivered as he walked, eyes glazed over. *Mage sickness, perhaps* Oz figured, but something told him otherwise. The stranger walked straight up to Osbornn and grabbed his collar, his entire body crawled with nervous twitches. Oz attempted to get him to let go, to no avail. The stranger had something to say... Ghost... N'Orleans... her scream, oh god, her scream... Beware..." and he dropped to the ground, dead. Osbornn shuddered a moment, the desperation in the man's voice actually startling him for once. Then he recovered and sighed, another dead body to dispose of now. -------------------------- Message 76 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Sep 16 22:36:32 1997 EDT From: Darius_Lee (#10280) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A moment Darius sat on the bed in the puddle of blood that was Kzin's, that was her blood mingled tobether. yet all she could do was cover her face with her blood stained hands and weep for her dead lover. "what have I done, what have I done?". -------------------------- Message 78 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Sep 17 02:07:39 1997 EDT From: Rathe (#14172) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Found laying around on the helipad The severed arm and about seven fingers, obviously from a small child were recently spotted atop the r/t helipad, scattered around in pools of human blood. The words "TO MORLITH, WITH LOVE" are clearly visible from the air, painted in what you would hope is just red paint. -------------------------- Message 79 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Sep 17 11:01:12 1997 EDT From: Ylaerin (#16541) To: *Storylines (#5236) Ylaerin combed the tangles out of her hair, staring at her image in the lloking glass... She had the now familiar sinking sensation at noticing the set of her jaw, the frown lines around her mouth, the tired determination and anger in her eyes. She sighed and put down the brush, leaning against Rowan's cradle, looking down at his perfect, sleeping face. A break. That's what she needed. A break away from the death threats hung on the bulletin boards, and the smell of death that seemed faintly present in all the rooms and corridors of her Home. She'd postponed the trip with Yshar out of fear, mostly; now she desperately needed it. She turned and smiled as Luthe lumbered sleepily into the cavern, fresh from lunch and extensive sunning of himself. He flopped down in the dragon cot, and she curled up next to him, her son in her arms. The urge to kill the Elven Mage had passed, for the most part. It depressed her to think of fighting his horrible ways with ways equally horrible - justified only because they were the Good, the Right. She knew she sould be more noble, more .. something .. but she simply wasn't a warrior. The only thing she knew of battle and conquest was the loss of the people she cared for... Luthe soothed away the rise of loathing and anger, hummed softly at her as she gave Rowan *his* lunch. She would get Strafe and herself off the Mount for a few days, leave Rowan with Luthe and people who could care for him. She would return better off... -------------------------- Message 80 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Sep 17 14:10:01 1997 EDT From: Styx (#1610) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A fisher's tale Fisherman relates a perhaps fanciful tale over a large mug of beer to Osbornn. Yah, I was out der fishin on the ocean, water was calm as can be." He pauses to take a healthy pull on his beer. Osbornn continued to wipe down the bar, listening to the man because it was a slow afternoon. "You don't say." The fisherman nods vigorously, "yes! Then I saw it! This large serpent of some kind broke the water not 300' from my bow. All I saw was this undulating hump, I don't know how long the thing was. But it was huge!" Osbornn, "mmhmms, probably one of them dragon turtle creatures that you saw Jack." Jack shakes his head, "no, thing was a serpent and it had no shell.." he mumbles to himself. -------------------------- Message 81 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Sep 17 14:50:08 1997 EDT From: Akeashar (#20348) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A storm a brewin' Sanchez was polishing down his recently rebuilt bar when a loud crash heralded a figure leaping through the window. ** Obviously this man's loco in the cabasa ** thought Sanchez as he said, "What are you doing, boy?" The boy barely sputtered out, "My foot, it's burning!" and Sanchez looked over the bar, to see the boys foot covered in what looked like Toxic Waste. With a grumble, he took the boy to a place where he could get some water and got the sludge off his foot. "How did dis happen, boy?" as he looked over what seemed to be flail marks. "I don't know sir, it all happened so fast.. I was walking along the shores of toosay when this strange jellyfish like creature floated offshore. I was curious, so I decided to take a boat on out there, and when I did, this large thing wrapped a slimy flipper around my foot and it started burning." he paused, "I took the metal paddle and smacked the flipper, and it absorbed it, and then sank under the water." the kid nodded quickly to Sanchez and hopped out the door of the Tinder Box, and Sanchez muttered, "Kids and their fish tales.. heh." -------------------------- Message 82 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Sep 17 15:56:25 1997 EDT From: Sinner (#12411) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Evil Incarnate part II... Sinner was standing alone on the helipad of the RT building, writing a song about a girl he's attracted to and playing with the shadows, when a lone figure rose on the elevator. The man and Sinner nodded to each other, their long hair blowing in the wind in the same, mystifying pattern. The man studied Sinner as Sinner studied the man, noticing dark similarites, almost too realistic to be true. Soon, their eyes met. A dark flash of mystiyfing lightning crashed between the two, and all of their pasts were revealed to each other. Their thoughts, their ideas, their memories... everything was identical. They gasped as the link collapsed, backing away from each other. A conversation emmerged from the silence, they found out they were from they were identical. Save one detail, this man had human skin. The man eventually backed into a helicopter, before young Sinner asked "What's your name!?!".. With a evilistic rasp, the man replied.. "Darkhawk.." -------------------------- Message 83 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Sep 18 19:37:28 1997 EDT From: Moonheart (#20495) To: *Storylines (#5236) Moonheart ponderd the things that had killed his wolfling child, anger blazing in his eyes, with a swift gesture and a flash of violet lightning the creature and all it's ilk vanish. don't count on it being for good ....so keep an eye out but they are gone for awhile. H -------------------------- Message 84 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Sep 18 21:20:06 1997 EDT From: Remembrance (#13681) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Decision Remembrance murmured and the front door of her home opened silently to her words. Alexander looked at her strangely. *It had been so long since he had seen her, he had grown so much, what did he remember of his mother?* She entered the small cottage behind him as the door closed silently and locked. She watched her son as he looked around the large living room, then followed his gaze as he looked at the latter leading to her study, his old room. She went to stand by him, placing a hand on his shoulder. *He has grown so much in these few years. Am I doing the right thing?* She turned him toward her and asked, "You are sure you wish to do this?" He looked up at her and smiled, that charming smile that tugged at her heart so. She looked down at her hand, removing the ring that Eldran had given her, a ring of light, charged with magics. She laid it in her palm and extended her hand, watching as the ring rose into the air, spinning. The air began to shimmer before Rmembrance and Alexander, then Eldran was there, smiling and reaching out to take her hand. -------------------------- Message 85 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Sep 19 01:39:36 1997 EDT From: Rathe (#14172) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: helipad Another arm, and a leg were found on the helipad today, along with a collection of small teeth. Scrawled in blood is a short message: Morlith is letting children be mauled and killed. Save the children, storm the mountain. --A concerned parent -------------------------- Message 86 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Sep 19 17:23:32 1997 EDT From: Heretic (#6143) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Cats out of the bag Moonheart pondered his actions of yesterday ....was basnishing all of a species fair for the actions of one ?...."bah let them be free again they are what they are ..." For Moonheart since I forgot to log him in before I typed @qsend to send it. H -------------------------- Message 87 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Sep 20 16:30:05 1997 EDT From: Rand (#9865) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: One drink too many.... Rand sat in the R/T Lounge, playing a game of dice with a local. He was winning quite a bit and was feeling good, he ordered a shot of whiskey and drank it down not worring about much. His attention was drawn from the game as his sister, Darius Lee came padding into the room in wolf form. She came over and licked his cheek and he scratched her behind the ear, as was the normal thing for them to both do. They talked briefly, both in good spirits, until Kzin came in. He too was in a good mood, even more so at the sight of his friend Rand and his love Darius Lee. Darius Lee sprang into Kzin's arms, and then began to talk happily. Rand seemed to draw in on himself, and then walked back over to the bar and asked for another whiskey which he promptly drank. After some questions from both Darius and Kzin, Rand replied, "I'll live...there is nothing to talk about." Which led to more questions and deepened Rand's sour mood, with a smirk, Rand asked how many times in the last few months Darius had seen there father, she responded "Three or four times..." Rand was not at all pleased, as he had not seen his father in over five months. Rand snickered, "I've not seen his sorry ass ONCE..." and he growled and turned back to the bar. They argued heatedly for a few more moments, and Rand decided that he needed to cool off more and got a bottle of whiskey and went to sit down. Darius grabbed the bottle from Rand's hand and then Rand snatched it back, taking his seat in a bean bag chair, taking a large gulp. They argued more, and then Rand slipped and mentioned something about Kaitlyn, which Darius leaped on trying to get an answer out of him. Rand reached down to the table and picked up the deck of cards, "Cut ya for it?" he said in a cool voice, they cut best out of three, she won. Rand could be heard muttering `wolves luck'. And when asked if Kaitlyn was the cause of his problems, said he didn't know a Kaitlyn...This only caused more quarling. Kzin said something to the effect of her leaving him, and he should deal with it. Rand's attitude changed from depression to anger, wanting to find who had taken her from him, he pounded down the remainder of his bottle of whiskey and staggered around drunkenly, threatening to kill whoever it was, and with a grunt he drew his onyx longsword. Then out of the blue, Rand's conversation shifted in his drunken state to a fighting style he was working on. Darius Lee marched over to Rand and slammed a fist into his jaw. Rand staggered back from the blow, and was spun around his sword flashed out as he came to face her again, and he caught Darius Lee on the arm with the pommel of that black bladed sword. Darius Lee growled and slammed another fist into Rand's stomach, which dropped him to his knees. With a last ditch effort, Rand thrust the longsword between darius' feet and hooked her leg, sending her sprawling to the ground, she hit hard. Kzin looked down at Darius and Rand, then he reached down, grabbing Darius Lee by the shoulder and Rand by his face! "Are you two done, or do I need to hurt you both?" Rand staggered to his feet, and closed his eyes for a moment, and as he opened them again, his drunken stagger had turned into a graceful combat stance as he slipped away from Kzin. He looked down at the hurt Darius Lee as she lay on the ground clutching her stomach and frowned slightly, "You shouldn't have hit me...no..." Then he let out a low curse and sprinted out the door.... --------------------------