Date: Tue, 4 Nov 1997 15:30:26 -0400 From: "Quinn@GhostWheel" To: quinn@netsville.com Subject: GhostWheel Message(s) 93 - 115 from *Storylines (#5236) X-Mail-Agent: GhostWheel (casper.bga.com 6969) Message 93 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Sep 28 03:21:23 1997 EDT From: Kadaan (#20247) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Death Kadaan wasn't particularly disturbed when he heard of the destruction of Austin several months previous. He never got along with his parents, and they were the reason he had left to wander the wastes in the first place...but the impulse was too strong and the bond to his parents, no matter how weak, compelled him to visit the site of their premature graves. This is why he was on the Indigo this moment; something had been eating away at him for months to the point where the only thing he could do would be to confront his parent's deaths by travelling to the ruined city. Suddenly, a glint of metal caught his eye and he looked out a nearby viewport to see the twisted steel and upturned roads that were once Austin. As the ship neared the landing site, he stepped into a radsuit - just in case - and waited patiently for the hatch to open. He stepped out and picked a mound of rubble that he decided was in the general direction of where his parents had an apartment. As he neared the top of the mound, the leg of his suit snagged on an outstretched finger of metal. Frowning, he pulled on the garment to free himself. His boots dug into the dirt and concrete. A stone gave way. Then another. He looked over his shoulder. A chasm he hadn't seen before. A silent outcry as his facemask fogged up with his breath. A tear of fabric. Rocks tumbling. The rush of freefall. All goes black. -------------------------- Message 94 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Sep 28 09:59:27 1997 EDT From: Rand (#9865) To: *Storylines (#5236) Rand sat in a large room, lit only by candles. He poured incessantly over the old tomes, trying to find anything that would help him in his work. With a soft sigh, he closed one book, titled `The art of war.', and opened another. Renna glanced up from her own book as she sat across from him. Her eyes glowed a pale green in the candlelight as she studied her twin a moment before speaking to him, "What are you looking for?" She never meant to startle him. Rand jumped slightly at the sound of Renna's voice, and with a soft curse he muttered, "Don't shout, Renn..." She smirked at him, "I wasn't shouting." He glanced around the room and motioned to the large pile of books beside him, "A new blade style...I've come up with a few ideas, and worked on them, they work well...Just not good enough.." Renna shrugged and closed the book in front of her with a gentle thud. Dust puffed into the air and she coughed as she rose from her seat. She wandered around the bookshelves of Sun Hall as she spoke to him, "So, you're looking for a few books to help you out, correct?" Rand nodded slightly, "Aye...and i've found a few of them..." He pointed to the half empty shelf behind him, "Most of them are in that section there...but i'll be damned if I can find one bloody book that has anything to do with what I really need." Renna looked over her shoulder at him, one dark eyebrow quirking slightly upwards, "Why don't you just write your own then?" With a look of annoyance, Rand stared at his sister and then sighed, his face going smooth again, "I've done part of it, as I've said...Its just that they don't work well enough, they tire you out to quickly...its good for more then one attacker, but only at the same time...not for a drawn out fight..." He tapped his chin in thought and then smiled, "You know how to pace yourself, being a mage...perhaps you have some insight on this?" Renna actually laughed, something resemblent of a tinkerbell sound. "Pace myself? Of course, but that takes years of meditation and patience. I don't think warriors use the same methods as mages, brother." He shook his head and chuckled softly, "No, that is true, but, I remember us hiking through the woods when we were kids, and you could keep up with me..." Rand smiled up at her, "Even being as small as you were, somehow you were pulling endurance from a hidden area, I want...no, I _NEED_ to know how you did that, perhaps I can make it a bit more simple, and it won't take that long to learn..." He tapped one book still laid out infront of him, "In here, it refers to something called `Silence'...only thing is, I don't understand what it means...Because when in this `Silence' you still hear everything and see everything...You just don't feel emotions, pain...nothing...its, an inner calm..." Rand looked up at Renna expectantly. Renna tapped her lips with her forefinger a moment before replying, "I believe what you are referring to is something called a focal point. It's where you are able to block out everything that isn't necessary in order to put all your efforts into your task at hand. That is how mages achieve their spell abilities, we focus." With a michievious grin, Rand motioned Renna to sit down. They huddled there heads together for a few minutes, Rand chuckled softly saying, "Its so simple...how could I have missed it..." And they went back to talking...... -------------------------- Message 95 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Sep 28 14:29:26 1997 EDT From: Seraph (#16551) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Peculiar quests... She paced the room, her eyes not fixing on any one thing, her lips turned downward into a faint frown. "Well DAMN... " she muttered as she turned on her heel and crossed the room again. *What about swimming? I always liked to swim... swimming was a good idea, you know, when that pretty red haired woman suggested it.* She muttered a quick reply into the air, "Yeah, well that's all well and good. You seem to keep forgetting that _you_ drowned while trying to swim some channel or another... " *Well, there is that. And it was the English Channel. You should remember these things, really you should.* She hrmphed, falling back onto the bed restlessly, staring up at the fringe of the shawls as if trying to make a pattern of them to distract herself. *The pools weren't a bad idea, either... * it continued after a pause. "Hush!" she hissed indignantly, batting at nothing with a pillow vehemently. "I told you guys the rules. No carnage, no kink. Those are the rules. It's up to all of you to help me find something 'fun' that conforms to those two stipulations. If I can track down your bodies, and lost loves, and make sure no one excorcizes you all, you can at _least_ stick to the rules for a simple question." A heavy sigh slipped from her lips as they lapsed into silence. One of them offered in a low, drawling mid-voice, *Well, ya sure do play with tha' chainsaw o' yours alot. Ya coul' both ge' liquored up and cause a bloodbath.* She groaned, pulling the pillow up over her face. "I said no carnage... " she mumbled through the faded black silk, "...that would qualify as carnage." *Well ya's jes' no fun no more, Anne. Looks like yer the one needin' to lighten up, sugah.* She winced, pulling the pillow down. "Don't call me that. We've had this dicussion before. Not 'sugah', not 'honey', and not 'precious'." A quieter voice offered, *There was the riding idea. It might get a little bloody near the end, but a hunt is rather exhilirating when done with all the pageantry associated. There is most likely a suitable riding habit downstairs among the owner's old costumes.* She nodded slightly, biting her lip. "I just don't know if _I_ can be formal enough for a hunt. Clothes don't make a lady, you know. And... " she grimaced, "..what if it's one of those old style hunts you told me about, and they ask me to ride side-saddle? I'm gonna have callouses all over parts that don't need 'em." She rubbed at the back of her thigh in anticipated agony. "Come on, guys. You all must have done _something_ for fun when you were alive." *There's always the kitten,* a small, child's voice offered up. She sighed as she answered, "I don't think he needs anything else to have to take care of... " failing to admit that the kitten was indeed still an option on the list. "Maybe I'm going at this all wrong, guys... maybe it's more a philosohpical issue." Her nose wrinkled as she debated this to herself, "...but then again, I always thought philosophy was one of those things you didn't prove, it just 'was'. Then we're back to sitting in a dark room, debating. Not that I mind that, you all know that... " she sighed, "..but it's not always 'fun'." *You could dance, you know.* She sat bolt upright, blurting, "No!" out at the open air, incredulous. * I didn't mean that kind of dancing, dear. You really ought to stop being so paranoid and get your mind out of the gutter.* She grumbled as she fell back into the pillows. "Well... I'm the one trying to keep all of you from dragging me into the gutter. Which one of you was it that suggested the cherry stem tying contest, hmm?" "I'm sure that one would have gone over well... " she muttered sarcastically. *If you thought like a lady, we wouldn't have these little problems, Annora.* "MOTHER! This is _not_ the time!" *Maybe cooking him a nice --* She buried her head in the pillows, shutting out the sound for a moment. "Shut up, mother... " she muttered weakly into the pillow. *What about a trip? Someplace nice, pretty. Someplace you can shop. You need clothes. I don't know what that rubber thing is that you've been wearing lately, but your mother and I never would have let you out of the house in it.* She winced again, wondering how long it would be before her mother warned her about her face sticking that way. She rifled through her pocket, finding first her last cigarette, then the familiar outlines of her deck, tugging both out and dropping them onto the coverlet as she sat upright. As she shuffled the cards, she tucked the cigarette between her lips, staring down at the intricately patterned backs of the cards, studying the way in which they had neither top nor bottom, and let the voices slowly creep back into her conciousness. Shuffling the cards between her long fingers, she grew almost sullen, pondering her pathetic dilemma. "I guess I don't know how to have fun. Damn." Finishing her shuffling, she drew six cards from the deck, dropping them one after the other onto the bed in front of her. Staring down at their backs, she took a deep breath, and lit her cigarette, taking a long, contemplative drag. She turned over the first card: The five of cups. The closest past, the loss of something dear, or loss of faith in whatever lay behind it. Regret of time, of love. Something missing that could have been gained. She turned the second card, the one that seemed key to this state of flux and stagnation: The Magician. "I should have known... " she chuckled, then sobered rapidly. It was just as he had said. She closed her eyes for a moment, and thought all of it over in her head. A loss of faith, the lack of desire to press forward into the mess that was swelling all around. She wondered just how much... then stopped herself. She gathered the cards into her hands, not wanting to know any more. They were too right, like they always were. *You could do a reading, you know. It might not be 'fun', but it would be something to start conversation.* Hmmed to herself. "Not an entirely bad idea, there. Conversation is good." *Especially with the candles and the incense. Might be a nice change of atmosphere. You need to relax, dear. No one is going to bite you for being social.* She sunk back into the pillows, cradling the cards against her chest. The cigarette died between her fingertips, and she flicked it into the incense tray. "Ok... so riding, then a reading. Fair enough," she said finally. *What about the kitten?* a tiny voice asked more insistently. "No kitten." -------------------------- Message 96 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Sep 28 15:47:01 1997 EDT From: Spiral (#20542) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: [Spiral (#20542): RETCON] Date: Sun Sep 28 13:45:16 1997 CDT From: Spiral (#20542) To: *Chat (#5391) Subject: RETCON The events pertaining to Vangelis and Blizzard after she declined to sit beside him have been officially retconned. Please do not badger either player about this matter, as it is behind all of us now. Everything has been taken care of as best as possible, and lets just do the best we can to see that a situation like this doesn't arise again. Please note 'game player's rights' and 'game consent' any time a question enters your mind about a plot or plot twist that might be considered 'odd' or possibly objectionable, and ask consent from the other player/s involved. -Spiral. -------------------------- Message 97 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Sep 28 17:55:43 1997 EDT From: Kaitlyn (#17739) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: what's love Kaitlyn wandered around Ghostwheel, killing anything that came near her. She bumped into Lykaj and felt the nervousness rise inside her. Kaitlyn thought . o O ( why does he always make me feel so insignificant ) Kaitlyn shrugged off the feeling and moved on around the plains only to bump into Lykaj again. She looked at him and just blurted out, "Do you just not like me for some reason." Kaitlyn felt her cheeks grow red and thought to herself . o O ( Kait why'd you just say that. Now he'll really think you are a kid ). Lykaj chuckled at Kaitlyn, "No I don't hate you." Just then Rand came in and looked from Kaitlyn to Lykaj, "You two really shouldn't be here. It's too dangerous." Already feeling upset about Lykaj because he wouldn't take 28 crystals from her, she exploded. Kaitlyn frowned at Rand, "Who are you to tell me what is or isn't dangerous for me?" She turned to Lykaj, "and you.. you can just keep the darn crystals!" With that Kaitlyn stormed off, her hands trembling as she found a quiet place to sit down and take a deep breath. Rand came upon her, "Kaitlyn, WHAT was that?" Kaitlyn just looked at him feeling sad, "I don't know Rand, he just.. he makes me so angry and then you come in and point out that I can't take care of myself. Why can't you just believe in me once?" Rand got down on one knee and looked at Kaitlyn, "Let me protect you, not not because you can't yourself, but because if anything happened to you I would never be able to forgive myself. I... well.. uh.. er.. Kaitlyn, I well .. I love you." Kaitlyn stared at Rand wide-eyed, "how do you know?" Rand just smiled at Kaitlyn as he touched his stomach, "Because when I'm near you I get butterflies in my stomach, and when I'm not, you are all I think about." Looking at Rand, Kaitlyn asked him, "I get butterflies when you are near me too and especially when you touch me. Does that mean I love you too?" Rand thought . o O ( and when I kiss you too ) "Kaitlyn, I'm not sure what it means. I'm as new at all this as you are. Maybe we should ask someone, like my sister. Darius Lee would know, she's in love she says." Kaitlyn and Rand found Darius Lee in the R/T Lounge. And Rand spoke up and asked her, "How do you know if you are in love?" Darius Lee laughed out loud, "Oh what a question. You two think you are in love is that it? Rand do you think about Kaitlyn when she isn't around? Do you think of her when you shouldn't at the most inopportune times? Kaitlyn do you feel anything when he touches you? Do you dream about him?" Rand and Kaitlyn just mumbled answers back to Darius Lee both feeling flushed and embarrassed. Darius Lee sat back just laughing at the pair of them, then announced, "Well that settles it, you two are in love. Enjoy, and make the most of it." With that, Darius Lee lept off the bartop and left the room. Rand took Kaitlyn back to his place and looked at Kaitlyn, "So, what do you think? Do you want to? to.. well do you.. do you want to move in with me?" -------------------------- Message 98 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Sep 28 18:53:25 1997 EDT From: Tadewi (#16048) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Bitter reapings. Tadewi descended into the R/T Tower with hopes of a little relaxation in the lounge. She passed a few in the round room, barely looking at them as she walked past. The lounge was fairly empty, only Osbornn sitting behind the bar wiping a glass. He smiled at her, bidding her good day. She was about to order a drink when a curious voice echoed in from the south, "N'Orleans is almost in my sights.. I think I'll be striking very, very soon.." She straightened up, startled. Who in the world was considering conquering N'Orleans? This had to be a joke. Curiously, she wandered over to the door and peeked out. Immediately one of those she passed earlier, she recalled he was a mage known as Rathe finally, took notice of her and smiled at her, actually greeting her. His voice matched the one she'd heard echoing. She quietly studied him a moment, her mind racing. They said his power had grown immensely as of late, was it possible for him to overtake her homeland? She dared not risk it. Lifting her skirts slightly, she made her way to the elevator, saying nothing to him or his sidekick, another mage known as Kzin, as she passed. Once out of the Tower, she quickly made her way to the helicopter. Just as she was giving orders to take off, both Rathe and Kzin followed her inside. She jumped, startled by their sudden appearance, yet quickly tried to regain her composure. As soon as the helicopter landed, she jumped out and lifted her skirts up past her knees, trying to run as quickly as possible into one of the shuttles. She heard one of them laugh behind her. It was no use trying to outrun them. The moment she entered the Altair, Rathe was suddenly inside with her before she could even tell the computer her destination. He chuckled and programmed it for her. She backed away from him until her back hit the side of the shuttle. Then stumbled to the side as the craft took off and threw her off balance. Rathe smiled at her with that wicked gleam in his eyes, "You see... jittery." She immediatly rose to her feet, trying to regain her composure and demanded to know what this was about. He smiled at her and mentioned needing a new place to crash. Tadewi felt her chin lifting with indignity, "Not in N'Orleans." He actually had the nerve to grin at her, "No? No? And who are you to stop me?" The ship finally came to a soft landing, she could hear the clang of cobblestones beneath the ship's landing strips. He stepped aside to let her pass. Carefully, she brushed by him. That's when he dropped the bombshell, "I rather like _your_ manor." She stopped dead cold and turned to face him. "Never." His hand snapped up, catching her by the chin, the steel claws he wore on his hands scratched her cheeck uncomfortably, but she managed not to wince. "Never is an awful long time, Taddy pole." Even using her nickname! She sucked her breath in sharply, trying not to give away the fear gnawing at her gut. Reaching up with one hand to grip his wrist she hissed at him, "Let go, you will never have the Estate, you are no Mystique." He thought about that a moment before releasing her chin, "No, I am not..." He paused a moment, then grinned at her, "No yet, at least." Tadewi had no time to ponder that as she quickly left the shuttle. Once outside the ship, she tried to run again, tried to escape him. The streets seemed almost menacing at she traversed them as fast as she could. She saw the familiar structure of her ancestral home and gasped in relief... only to have her throat catch as she saw Kzin standing there, right in front of the door. He noticed her, smiled and said, "Well, greetings there, luscious." Tadewi gasped, stopping in her tracks. She looked all around her desperately for an escape, but with Rathe right behind her and Kzin before her, there was nowhere to go. Rathe advanced towards her, forcing her to step backwards, "Do open the door for us, hmm?" She shook her head, "No." Kzin moved away from the door, allowing her to back right into it. Through threats and cajoling, they finally convinced her, through her sobs and pleading to open the door. Once inside, the guards were quickly dispersed and she found herself locked upstairs with Joline and her son, Ash. She sighed, holding her son close. There might be no escape for them... ever. And still, she had to ponder Rathe's last words to her before he left and shut the door. She told him he was no Mystique. He simply replied, "No, I am not. Yet." The implications behind that made her shutter. -------------------------- Message 99 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Sep 28 18:56:42 1997 EDT From: Tadewi (#16048) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Typos and all that. Please excuse typos, I was in a hurry to get that out. *grin* -------------------------- Message 100 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Sep 28 19:32:53 1997 EDT From: Tadewi (#16048) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Proposition. Tadewi felt the door close behind her as she entered the room, the magic seal back in place. She walked to the bed and sat down carefully, looking down at her son's angelic face as he remained asleep. Tears streamed down her face as she thought of what lay ahead of her, the deal she had made. She sighed and spoke to Ash, even if he could not hear, "Forgive me, son. I had to do this... for you and the familie." -------------------------- Message 101 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Sep 28 20:20:30 1997 EDT From: Heretic (#6143) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: ooops wrong moo .. The Backstage Rage Shag and Scooby find a violin case filled with money, but while Scooby is guarding the case, he's tricked by a limping girl dog and the case disappears. Could the money in the case have been counterfeit? That's what the gang wants to know and Pietro's Puppets may hold the answer... -------------------------- Message 103 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Sep 29 04:21:33 1997 EDT From: Rathe (#14172) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Aftermath Rathe muttered, glancing down the street of the village, almost two dozen ruined buildings greeting his eyes. "Stupid eagledamned riders..," he muttered. "Going to cost a small fortune to rebuild.. Guess I'll have to put off construction of that 175ft statue of myself" -------------------------- Message 104 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Sep 29 04:44:09 1997 EDT From: Aurora (#10655) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Days to end in darkness? Aurora walked quietly around the cemetary of N'Orleans. It had become a familar, safe place for her to wander, her thoughts constant on the day's prior events. She hummed softly, trying to discount the dullness that was a constant throb in her head. "One too many deaths brings with it costs." She gently touched her temples, trying to relieve the pain. Her hand slipped down to her neck and she shivered slightly. Indeed, this day had been a poor one. She had angered many -- much on the account of stupidity. She shrugged, for it was no matter now. It was her own foolishness that had cost her now. She had been walking with the child Mango, observing her innocence, oddly attracted to the simplicity of life that the child experienced. She was devoid of the knowledge that would force her into adulthood so quickly. As she had walked with the child, she could feel the everpresent tingle of Rathe's watching over her. Aurora had dismissed it, the sensation common, all of his magickal quriks defined and patterened. She was shocked to find hiim behind her, careful in tone, wishing to speak with her. She had followed him outside, and her sensation was the instant feel of the chill Jizo air. Her eyes had focused on him as she listened to him with his knowledge. He had recieved a scroll from Bram making readily clear of the avowed knowledge that she studied under both of them. Aurora had remained silent, showing no emotion. Inside, she had wanted to scream. To plead and to beg. But that was not her character. Rathe had calmly explained the penalty for such actions, and with great swiftness sent her to the Eagle, again. IT was so strange to feel the glooming eyes upon her again. Aurora stoped before the mausoleum to enter, bowing to the watchful gargoyle that gaurded its entrance. She shivered, a few solitary tears trailing down her cheek. Rathe was not the burden she had to face. It was Bram now. For she know the price to pay with him would be great. And how she did not wish to pay that price. With any other than he, and she could face it as she had faced the Adept. But strangely, there was emotion when she thought of Bram. The pain would not come to her then in physical dealings, but in the pain of a heart she had sworn not to keep. How she wished she could now just fall to the ground in death like the others buried here. To rest in the silent sleep that had taken them so long ago. How she wished.... -------------------------- Message 105 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Sep 29 21:25:17 1997 EDT From: Coreen (#18717) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Afterthoughts. Coreen swore aloud vehemently as she made her way home. The day had not been very pleasant. "Little shit", she thought to herself. She had pulled Rathe's bacon from the fire, and got nothing in return. "Typical.", she spat, sending a volley of crystal shards into a mini-rex. It's cry faded in the cool night air. Somehow, she didn't think it was profitable to stay with Rathe anymore...but the alternatives? She might stick it out a while longer, but she wouldn't expect any help from Rathe. Her eyes blazed in the night. "Such a fool..." she chided herself. She would have to ponder much.... There were people to seek out, questions to ask....So little time before Uruken came knocking again... -------------------------- Message 106 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Sep 29 23:38:17 1997 EDT From: Fergus (#13530) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Out of Order Fergus looked around in frusturation and muttered to himself, "Why the hell did I do that, why did i have to try and get rich, and instead of getting rich, I get caught and get kicked out of the order." Fergus walked around thinking of the night he entered Stryfe's dark tent, all he saw was two things shaded in the light. Stryfe might've been in there who knows, but Fergus grabbed the sawed off and the Gyroslug and ran off. But the guards caught him. And then stryfe dealt with him.. Fergus sat in his small tent, and grinned, "Why the hell should I take the path of evil, all my life I have been a bully, but why not just stay out of trouble, and live a good life from here on. I could handle it.. Maybe.. Even be bonded to one of those dragons... Yah i use to think they were ugly, and the riders idiots, but if i get to know them ill beable to live happier there.. Maybe." Fergus stood up, "Screw being evil, lets just go out and have some fun in the world." -------------------------- Message 107 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Sep 30 15:32:18 1997 EDT From: Dauthi (#10660) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Revenge. Dauthi moved and rested on his soft couch in his underground abode, his mind tinkering with his current scheme. Clayson had went to far, finding Murdock wasn't the simplest part of if, he claimed she was her girlfriend, such a trivial title for ones who care about each other he thought. He enjoyed using Clayson via the scroll of entrapment to kill first Murdock then herself, but even still it wasn't enough. Snickering evilly he thought of Vangelis and Monique, both would serve their purpose till Clayson exploded with jealousy, when he was done he wanted to see her a sobbing emotional wreck, she deserved as much. Slipping open the folds of his robes he ached from head to toe, Clayson did have her uses, perhaps he'd accept her back just for the sheer comical value and then break her more, Dauthi yawned and let sleep over take him, he had much work to do. -------------------------- Message 108 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Sep 30 19:49:55 1997 EDT From: Tadewi (#16048) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The Hopeless Bride. Tadewi grabbed the vase that sat on the nightstand beside her bed and threw it with all her might at the door as soon as Rathe's footsteps echoed away into silence. The plaster shattered, spraying water and cut flowers all over the door and carpet. She clenched her fists in fury wanting to badly to see that Adept's head rolling at her feet. With a sigh she glanced down at her sleeping son and brushed the hair from his face lovingly. If not for him, this would be solved already, perhaps. But the mage had her by the most sensitive part of her being, her only child. Her child with Morrigan had died before even reaching a year, Ash was all she had left. Rathe knew this and openly took advantage of the knowledge, using the boy as a bargaining chip. It was like a chain around Tadewi's neck, one she would never be able to remove. Absently brushing a tear from her face, she recalled Rathe's words, their wedding would be soon. The thought made her shudder... she feared what was to follow. -------------------------- Message 109 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Oct 1 11:33:51 1997 EDT From: Tadewi (#16048) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Weavings. Tadewi left her room, glancing warily at the charred marks that now marred the doorframe. Nothing happened, much to her relief. Rathe had indeed taken the warding off. She padded down the stairs to the central hallway and grabbed her thick black cloak from the hatstand near the door. Gaston raised an eyebrow, "My Lady, you don't intend to go out, do you? Rathe has apparently made orders that no one is to leave or enter." Tadewi clipped the cloak around her shoulders and turned to face the captain of her guard, "What Rathe does not know will not hurt me. I am going out to seek help, Gaston. Somehow, I must reach Baltisaar and Lovinia. They would come to my aid." The old guardsman simply nodded. She tossed the hood of the cloak over her head and proceeded out into the streets of N'Orleans. Nervous, she constantly looked over her shoulder, jumping at nearly any sound. She knew the risk she was taking, if Rathe discovered her gone from the Mason, it could mean dreadful consequences for her. The shuttle took her to the R/T Tower and she ascended into the lounge, only to find Rathe standing right there. She turned sharply and left, her friends were not there, she would have to go to Jizo and quickly, before Rathe became suspicious of the black cloaked figure who scurried out of the lounge so quickly. A voice made her turn slightly, to see another gentleman approaching her. She lifted her finger to her lips to quiet him, but Rathe walked in from the lounge and asked if she was someone named Morph? Thankful that he was apparently unaware of her, she quickly went up to the helipad. Finally giving up, she returned home to N'Orleans, only to run into that strange gentleman again. She introduced herself, thankful to discover that he was not an agent of Rathe's, and pleaded with him to find her friends. To her complete disappointment, he did not believe her. Downtrodden, she returned home to the Mason. But again, the pattern rewove itself into a new twist. The gentleman was a mage and bespelled himself to sneak into her home. Overhearing her disheartening talk with Gaston, he revealed himself and offered his aid. In return, Tadewi made her own promises of reward. He left, the deal made. She sighed a breath of relief, perhaps again the pattern would be rewoven in her favor this time. -------------------------- Message 110 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Oct 1 11:49:21 1997 EDT From: Melira (#18088) To: *Storylines (#5236) She stood with her hands on her hips, staring at the immense home before her. The hem of her silvery gown was damp and muddied from what had felt like endless wandering through the dirty streets of N'Orleans, but she'd finally found what she was looking for. Maison Mystique, eh? Huge. Bigger than any home she'd ever hoped for. She thought of her ratty apartment not too far away and scoffed. So the Adept had two nice, big houses now? She should lose a bit of her pride and start asking him for a place to stay. Melira trudged off, looking for a warm bar and an alcoholic beverage. She entereed the first place she came to, and slipped into the shadows with her vodka. Swirling her finger in the liquid, she stewed about the situation. Marrying this upperclass rich chic for her land? What washe, a world conqueror? And how did this get him any closer to Morlith? She sighed and downed the better part of the drink. Sure, he considered her a friend, maybe even a distraction, but what did she have to offer him in way of material goods or power? Not that she was jealous... she'd jsut waited far to long for her piece of the pie. She's repeatedly turned down his offers of a job or a nicer place to stay - not merely out of pride, but to show him that she wasn't looking for a free handout. But really, she was only mildly talented in magicks; she couldn't even show him that, if she had greater power than she did, she'd be a useful ally. Ah, hell... what difference did it make? Maybe, if she played her cards right, she'd have an in on that hideously large building she'd just left... or maybe a nice palce in Drach'nal, though it was a bit contrified for her tastes. She sunk down in her chair, enjoying the dim light around her. At least she was alone for the time being, and at least she wasn't in that dismal room. The time was rolling 'round for her.. the years of waiting for something she deserved were going to be long gone. And maybe, just maybe, one or two people would respect her for once. -------------------------- Message 111 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Oct 2 11:55:26 1997 EDT From: Tadewi (#16048) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Married.... Buried... Tadewi awoke in a hazy stupor, rubbing her eyes as she attempted to regain clarity of thought. Last night had been so insane, and even worse, she could only remember bits and pieces of it. There was Toraxyn and some strange woman with jangling boots. Damien and Dauthi and Rathe as well of course. Things go fuzzy then. Did they fight? She could not remember anymore. But she could easily recall the most important event. The marriage. Rathe had succeeded, finally, and taken her as his wife. She sat up and hugged her knees, glancing over at her son as he busied himself with his toys on the floor. Had he removed the curse from Ash yet? He promised... or had he? Why couldn't she remember half of last night anymore?? -------------------------- Message 112 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Oct 2 15:49:02 1997 EDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A headache Red woke with a tremendous headache, that trip to the eagle had taken its toll. Taking a inventory he noticed the missing wolfblade. That would have to be retreaved. Red would send his men to collect it. He rolled over and gently kissed Jamie, "I'm home love. I think I'll hang around here for awhile until I feel better. " She continued sleeping but Red knew he had her at least. Things would work out one way or the other. Now he would just concentrate on family and home. He'd turn over control of the Clan to Khyber again and just rest for awhile.. Things where not worth dieing for or losing friends. -------------------------- Message 113 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Oct 2 16:23:57 1997 EDT From: Spiral (#20542) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Beyond the gate... The small woman wandered through the garden, paying little heed to anything but her inner troubles, glancing at the flowers that offered her little solace. Without warning, a man crashed though from the orchard, covered in blood and the mud of the bayou, falling to her feet in a look of utter terror. He clawed at his head, screaming, crying out only this - "Don't go past the gate... not there... it's not... safe... " before his hands curled at the hem of her skirt, staining it bloody brown. She stared down at him, her eyes wide with shock and horror, tracing his path back towards the small orchard. "A gate?" she repeated, looking down. He was already growing cold at her feet. New area open for testing. Ideas welcome, but you kiddies have to find it for yourselves. Have fun, and send all comments about what seems right and what seems wrong about it to Spiral. Any ideas are welcome, as well as comments, criticism, etc. Have fun out there, kids. -------------------------- Message 114 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Oct 4 18:03:28 1997 EDT From: Chantal (#20467) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Masked Ball A note tacked to the wall, in various public locales: There will be a street faire held in the city of N'Orleans, for which all will be masked. Though it isn't Mardi Gras, it's well past time for a party. It will begin tomorrow night, and last as long as the liquor does. To affect the 'costume', a simple $clothing works, with full body coverage. To keep your identity hidden, change your name while in costume through `@name me is '. Just make sure to keep your original name in your alias list. This will probably begin around 6pm EST Sunday, and carry through until people run away screaming from the concept. -------------------------- Message 115 from *Storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Oct 4 19:25:07 1997 EDT From: Kaitlyn (#17739) To: Kynwal (#20497) and *Storylines (#5236) Subject: ... My Dearest Father, I'm glad my letter found you in good health, I was getting very worried about you. I hope your time at the Unseelie courts proves to be productive. Rand says he loves me daddy, and he has his own place. Daddy he asked me to move in with him. I'm not sure what it all means. On the one hand, he will always protect me, but he still seems rather young about other things. Another has kissed me and when he does it feels so different. He says we are friends, but he makes me feel like more. I wish you and mother were around. I miss the closeness we had. Even Gabriel is gone father. DarkReach is fine though, I've been looking after it. Please hurry home Daddy. Your princess, Kaitlyn --------------------------