From - Wed Dec 17 15:29:41 1997 Return-Path: quinn@bga.com Received: from mail1.realtime.net (mail1.realtime.net [205.238.128.217]) by eniac.vv.com (8.8.3/8.7.1) with SMTP id OAA13080 for ; Wed, 17 Dec 1997 14:36:14 -0500 (EST) Received: (qmail 27070 invoked from network); 17 Dec 1997 19:37:35 -0000 Received: from zoom.realtime.net (HELO zoom.bga.com) (root@205.238.128.40) by mail1.realtime.net with SMTP; 17 Dec 1997 19:37:35 -0000 Received: from casper.bga.com (casper.realtime.com [205.238.128.161]) by zoom.bga.com (8.6.12/8.6.12) with SMTP id NAA19555 for ; Wed, 17 Dec 1997 13:37:32 -0600 Message-Id: <199712171937.NAA19555@zoom.bga.com> Date: Wed, 17 Dec 1997 13:37:32 -0400 From: "Quinn@GhostWheel" To: quinn@netsville.com Subject: GhostWheel Message(s) 241 - 248 from *storylines (#5236) X-Mail-Agent: GhostWheel (casper.bga.com 6969) X-UIDL: 941d56a35b033b3f2d9b6f856de38efa Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 Message 241 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Nov 10 18:03:29 1997 EST From: Darius_Lee (#10280) To: *Storylines (#5236) Darius Lee sighed softly as she dragged her body wearily into her room at the den. With Kzin's unexpected disappearence Darius couldn't remain at his home any longer. She smiled and patted her stomach lightly as she murmured softly, blowing the dusk off a ledge of the cave, "don't worry little one, all will be well. Mommie will be taken care of here". Darius Lee sighed wearily and sank dwn onto her pallet, she was getting too far along in her pregnancy to be alone anymore, "he's been gone for weeks, I don't think he will ever return". Darius closed her eyes against this thought and just murmured softly, "Kzin, kzin, where are you?". -------------------------- Message 242 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Nov 10 22:05:16 1997 EST From: Maat (#3791) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Rumour hazzit.... There's been odd sightings of a cyborg wandering around the R/T. Details are sketchy as to why he's around or who he is... The necromancer Dauthi is rumoured to sleep with corpses in the N'Orleans cemetery, hoping to gain old secrets from the dead. In fact, the locals whisper that he tries to woo them to his side through.... necrophelia. Rumors and abound about Darius lee's and Kzin's expected child. Will it be mage? Will it be wolven? Will it be some weird misshapen magpie without a brain? Who knows!!! But one thing is for sure, rumors have it that the expectant mother is naming the child Hernestine Edwargina Poe. Love among the recombs runs rampant. Rumor has it that DemonWolf, who was with Scorch, fell in love with someone else after her long absense. To make the plot thicken, she went and found this women and it's Midnight! However, Midnight told Demonwolf she no longer loved him... sending poor Demonwolf into a mental breakdown! Even after the entire fiasco, he's still not sure who he loves. Here's a juicy one: From down under da sea, Naxos is said to have 5, yes *5*, illigetimate children and is attempting to breed more intelligent submariners. Rathe has taken over the N'Orleans Noble Familie, La Mystiques, by marrying Tadewi. Rumor has it, he's driven her insane after the birth of their child, who mysteriously died. Seraph is apparently tramping around N'Orleans with any nobleman she can find. Rumor has it she's already broken off engagements with Fabian LeCroix and is moving in on Luc Delaroi and Gideon LeBeau. Rumors from that mysterious Mt. Uruken state that trouble's afoot. Lord Stryfe's up to something, a war of some kind? They say the one who started this rumor mysteriously disappeared. -------------------------- Message 243 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Nov 12 00:36:25 1997 EST From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The return of Red Fang It has been months since Red had left home, he missed Jamie and the kids and that drove him forward as he walked the long way home.. His life nearly ended several times crossing the great wasteland and it was only by his skills that he survived. In the distance he saw the white walls of the R/T building and turned east towards the Oasis. The guards there barely recongized him as he approached the gates, his hair wild with his travels and his clothes torn and shreaded.. His skin was brown and dry from the many days in the hot scorching sun. He was admitted through the gates and he walked into the house smelling the sweet scent that was Jamie and the wonderful scent of the children.. Jamie was sleeping and the children played quietly in thier crib and he quietly undressed and walked back into the bath chamber to clean himself from his journey. MORE TO COME! Red. -------------------------- Message 244 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Nov 12 00:38:32 1997 EST From: Rathe (#14172) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The remaining presense of Rathe Rathe leaned back in his chair and scratched himself. Why this was of special note, he wasn't quite sure, but, well, it seemed importiant. -------------------------- Message 245 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Nov 13 22:12:04 1997 EST From: Wilder (#20385) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: The arrival A flash of light unseen in the church ruins heralds his arrival. Wilder looked around at his new surroundings, a dark smile creeping his face. 'The mortal realms. Finally' With a quick utterance in a tongue known to few he clothed himself with his magick. With calm assurance he left the church, "now to do what must be done." -------------------------- Message 246 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Nov 14 09:58:20 1997 EST From: Darius_Lee (#10280) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Change is a beautiful thing, or is it? Darius Lee study infront of the full length mirror, gazing at herself critically. She reached out a hand to touch her reflection, wincing slightly at the sight of her claw less hand. Her fingers straight long and slender, human fingers, human hands. She sighed softly gazing at her shoulder length black hair, her features once pointed, wolven, were now gently rounded human. She walked over to the bed and sat down depressed, studying her skin tone. Her skin once varying shades was simply a pale beigish pink, a human color. Though if she looked at her skin closely enough and long enough she could detect a very faint silver color, but even that was disappearing. Look down at her stomach at the culprit responsible for all this. Seeming to sense its mothers gaze the child moved. Darius smiled as she patted her gently rounded stomach lightly, "your right little one, its worth it". But her normal strength had deserted her only to be replaced with the weak human strength. She seriously doubted her ability to defend herself and the child but she'd die before she'd ever admit that. Least Kzin was home now but things were strained, the world changed slightly in his abscnence and he wasn't taking it well but he'd readjust. They all would...hopefully... -------------------------- Message 247 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Nov 14 18:09:34 1997 EST From: Saurian (#20348) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: A strange paper attached to the wall. Greetings, I am currently looking for any high-caliber rifles, shotguns, personal defense devices, etc. If you would, wait until further instructions before `asking around' about my person. All will be told in due time. p.s. Ammunition would be nice as well. I will pay handsomely Deepest Thanks, (the paper looks to be signed with two twining snakes with a rapier in between the two.) -------------------------- Message 248 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Nov 15 03:16:37 1997 EST From: Aurora (#10655) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Pain. Blackness. Drift in, drift out. She felt a cold, and a dizziness, her body broken from within her mind already shattered. His form left quickly, his presence felt now with a coldness around the room. Pain. She could feel her insides bleed. Her body was wretching on itself and she knew it. Darkness. He had killed her indeed -- she was dying now. Her body breathed deeply one, two , three in the cold cubicles where he had let her lie. Three, four, five. She felt her heart slow. Eternities passed and she knew her form was little more than a shell spewing a puddle. Seven. Her eyes blackened, her breath weak, body trembling. In her mind, she thought, -I die like you Lover. I die like you- A flash of his face fell, and then Mirawuti. --------------------------