From - Wed Jan 21 14:46:55 1998 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 OAA15658 for ; Wed, 21 Jan 1998 14:39:06 -0500 (EST) Received: (qmail 18756 invoked from network); 21 Jan 1998 19:38:14 -0000 Received: from zoom.realtime.net (HELO zoom.bga.com) (root@205.238.128.40) by mail1.realtime.net with SMTP; 21 Jan 1998 19:38:14 -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 NAA29730 for ; Wed, 21 Jan 1998 13:38:11 -0600 Message-Id: <199801211938.NAA29730@zoom.bga.com> Date: Wed, 21 Jan 1998 13:38:02 -0400 From: "Quinn@GhostWheel" To: quinn@netsville.com Subject: GhostWheel Message(s) 338 - 342 from *storylines (#5236) X-Mail-Agent: GhostWheel (casper.bga.com 6969) X-UIDL: 493d206711eedf35f0a747aa84d43acb Status: RO X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 Message 338 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Dec 15 20:10:06 1997 EST From: Rathe (#14172) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: ..When angels fall.. Rathe warily walked back to the R/T complex alone, straining under the wasteland's pure heat. The beads of sweat glistened against his skin, carrying the carcass of Sinner, his loyal employee. Shaking his head, Rathe thought that Sinner's death was not worth this much trouble. He would of been much more fruitful alive. The dark magi ventured into the Lamar, wiping the sweat off his brow. Setting the course to New Orleans quickly, he sat in the seat, carrying Sinner, almost like a father does a baby. Rathe had great hopes and dreams for his student.. All of which were shattered willfully. Sinner's death was a slow, and painful one. Rathe chose not to use bullets, to spare expense, and burnt Sinner from the inside out. His face looked peaceful, for once in his short existence. Deciding Sinner was too heavy at a light 75 pounds, Rathe dragged the corpse through the streets of New Orleans, and into the cemetary, of which Sinner valiently protected. With a wave of his hand, the soil between plots was broken, and a pit was created. Rathe threw Sinner's corpse deep into the darkness, and with a blinding flash of blue light, forced the dirt to build up into a thick pile. Smirking, Rathe plunged a wooden stake, from a pile of debris, near the tip of the plot, marking it as a headstone. Crossing it with a thick wooden beam, Rathe made an ideal headstone, a crucifix. Hellfire streamed from Rathe's fingertips, as he embedded deep into the cross: -=~Damien Hellstorm~=- Walking, almost sadly, away from the grave, he mutters. "And the world loses another angel.." ( And lest I take credit for another's work, this was written by Sinner.. :) ) -------------------------- Message 339 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Dec 15 23:12:32 1997 EST From: Ariana (#19666) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Sad times... Ari walked into the graveyard in N'Orleans, walking through the area her love tried so hard to protect and keep, looking around, killing a few of the grave creatures that came towards her as she walked. Looking around, she noticed a new cross that she had not seen in the graveyard. Slowly she walked over to it, and as she did, she noticed that the ground around the cross was still loose, as if just dug. Slowly she looked down, and read the name on the cross, then dropped to her knees. Tears began to grow in her eyes as she kneeled there in front of the grave, reading the name on it in disbelief... -=~Damien Hellstorm~=- She softly began to sob as she recognized the name of her love, softly saying, "Sinner..." She kneeled there for quite a while, sobbing and saying his name over and over again, not caring for the few people that saw her. After a long time, she stood, tears still streaked down her cheeks as she slowly walked towards the entrance to the graveyard, A raven coming too near her at one point and getting sliced in half, her sadness and anger all combining now, as she vowed she would protect the graveyard from now on to preserve her loves memory. -------------------------- Message 340 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Dec 19 03:48:14 1997 EST From: Ylaerin (#16541) To: *storylines (#5236) and *DragonRiders (#5915) Subject: OOC Note on Moi... Hey guys.. semi-bad news: Tomorrow marks the beginning of my winter break... (It's almost 4am, and I just got done with a take home exam.. blech) so I won't be on very much for the next couple of weeks. I'm going to do my best, due to this whole Morlith tp, to be one as much as I can manage and to keep up with things; but I lost my cheap local access at home and the main method I have of connecting is through AOL. :P Blame my dad, if ya want to, but anyways... If anyone MUST reach me, and wants to be guaranteed to do so, email me at makleyjc@muohio.edu - and cc it to Raanve@aol.com *hugs* and *smooches* all 'round... I'll miss yas, but I'll do my best to be here!! -Jess / Etra / Lira / Raanve / Silly Chic -------------------------- Message 341 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Dec 19 14:49:55 1997 EST From: Akeashar (#20348) To: *storylines (#5236) Dwight threw the stack of paper at the computer, as if meaning to startle it. "Damn you, these binary codes mean nothing!" * - "They are the files you requested, Doctor." "Damnit all.. Go through the whole binary code, and discern it for me." * - "As you wish, Doctor." Dwight turned towards the small mini-rex which was thrashing in its bonds. "Ahh.. don't fret.. you won't live much longer." The Mini-rex eeped slightly, and Dwight merely chuckled to himself as he grabbed his coffee off the table and walked out the door. -------------------------- Message 342 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Dec 19 22:40:56 1997 EST From: Akane (#14270) To: *storylines (#5236) "Hocus Pocus.. my ass." Akane threw his dagger, thunking deeply into a wall. "Bullseye.." "Visions of four remarkably powerful creatures.. indeed. You are just dreaming, Magister." Magelight trailed from his fingertips, slamming into the spellsinger hall's wall roughly, splinters of brick and wood flying everywhere as he concentrates, arcing the magelight in angles. Smoke fills the room, and he releases the spell. "Perfect indeed." The image was of a giant centaur like creature, wings spread menacingly, body furious. Runes surround the body, glowing palely. --------------------------