From - Thu Feb 26 10:34:22 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 KAA05155 for ; Thu, 26 Feb 1998 10:15:29 -0500 (EST) Received: (qmail 18682 invoked from network); 26 Feb 1998 15:15:25 -0000 Received: from zoom.realtime.net (HELO zoom.bga.com) (root@205.238.128.40) by mail1.realtime.net with SMTP; 26 Feb 1998 15:15:25 -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 JAA15062 for ; Thu, 26 Feb 1998 09:15:19 -0600 Message-Id: <199802261515.JAA15062@zoom.bga.com> Date: Thu, 26 Feb 1998 09:15:18 -0400 From: "Quinn@GhostWheel" To: quinn@netsville.com Subject: GhostWheel Message(s) 349 - 402 from *storylines (#5236) X-Mail-Agent: GhostWheel (casper.bga.com 6969) X-UIDL: 83f70bd632268dd2fa2db0a6a87c2ff9 Status: U X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 Message 349 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Dec 31 01:32:46 1997 EST From: Wilder (#20385) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: The Final Trick Wilder giggled and clapped his hands. "She finally did it! SHE DID IT!" He capered around with Mr. Whiskers gaily. "The final coming will be soon! Nicnivin my queen will be pleased. Pleased with Wilder she will be." He stroked the cat, holding it close. "No more beat Wilder. Let Wilder come home." -------------------------- Message 350 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jan 1 02:56:28 1998 EST From: Aurora (#10655) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: return Aurora had been gone quite some time. Her quick departure came in the midst of a growing change. And she smiled, realizing it was a good time to return. She had grown soft with the whole concept of love. It was stifling her. But that problem had died painfully. She had many aquaintances to remake, plenty of havoc to start. Her father would be perhaps the first on her list. He had been quite hostile on her return. The spellsingers were a weak lot, easily controllable. To stop there, would be cruel. She was a budding youth after all, with a budding streak of evil. -------------------------- Message 351 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jan 3 00:03:15 1998 EST From: Yaisho (#22364) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Name Change Yaisho laid on his bed, wondering about his past. His life has been going no where, ever since he left his community. His dream has left him in a daze. He thought to himself, "So far no one from my village has come to bring me back, soon they might. I need a new name, a new identity." Yaisho picked up a book, and read into it a bit and thought to himself, as he put down the book, "The characters name in here is Zeno, he is an honourable man like myself, maybe I should name my new identity Zeno. " He said outloud, "From now on, I am no longer Yaisho Jukimoshi but Zeno Smith.". OOC - This is because my name caused quite a bit of confusion. -------------------------- Message 352 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jan 3 03:31:41 1998 EST From: Dadoo (#20525) To: *storylines (#5236) Dadoo dies, think of something good and put it here. -------------------------- Message 353 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jan 3 03:44:26 1998 EST From: Halcyone (#20038) To: *storylines (#5236) and *submariners (#8388) Subject: Homecoming. Halcyone sighed pleasently as she heard the familiar roar of waves crashing against the rocks. *Soon* She thought to herself, *Soon I'll be home again.* She wondered if anyone would remember her, but shook her head, she was a child when she left. She was a women now and time had moved on. With Undine at her side, she slipped beneath the waves. As They told her in a dream, Coral's Reach needed her now, and she would no longer be permitted to run from duty. -------------------------- Message 354 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jan 3 11:30:25 1998 EST From: Halcyone (#20038) To: *storylines (#5236) and *submariners (#8388) Subject: A Troubled Nation. Undine was occupied elsewhere, speaking to one of the Wardens in the Reach. So, this left Halcyone alone in the Town Square, pacing back and forth as she thought about Skywalker's words. How had this happened to her home? Once a glorious monument to Submariner life, now it was crumbling, ancient and dying. Not even a Triumvirate existed to lead them should an Aesir legion attack. She shook her head and sighed. Telcontar was right to send her back, even if the duty was one she did not want. "Tis only till another shall take my place, only that." Even as she spoke the words, something told her she would not heed to them. -------------------------- Message 355 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jan 3 14:11:34 1998 EST From: Warrick (#18285) To: *storylines (#5236) Warrick swam around undersea, the current pushing his multicolored hair behind him. "Hot damn. Nice place we got here." he said as he swam past a manta ray. He winked at it and continued on. He came to a ending point, a giant coral reef. Running his hand along it, he winced as fresh blood trickled into the water, the giant sharks coming closer. "Holy shit." he mumbled as he sped off underwater, coming back to his little establishment he made from coral and other items. "Now, if I can remember what this place is, then we'll be okay." He sighed, bubbles floating upwards. -------------------------- Message 356 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jan 3 14:23:35 1998 EST From: Heretic (#6143) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Notice found in R/T building 10k offerd for the return of lost battle axe sometimes known as Famine, please get in touch with Moonheart if you wish to collect. -------------------------- Message 357 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jan 3 14:31:20 1998 EST From: Heretic (#6143) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Another notice Also looking for Bloodseeker and Nightsong Swords I somehow misplaced over the years ...rewards offerd for notification of the location of all magical weapons in fact. Contact Moonheart -------------------------- Message 358 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jan 3 15:48:08 1998 EST From: Halcyone (#20038) To: *submariners (#8388) and *storylines (#5236) Subject: Preperations. Undine gawked at the lovely tapestries as she wandered around the Dome, describing them in great detail to Halcyone. The Touched smile quietly at each description, picturing the rich details in her mind. The Dome was indeed beautiful. It made Halcyone quietly think about its previous occupant, another Touched called Sylph. She shook her head sadly, "Undine, I think I will leave the dome as it is. It really is lovely, isn't it." -------------------------- Message 359 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jan 3 18:11:26 1998 EST From: Khyber (#12460) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Hmmm and some MMM MMM good. Khyber sat huddled in his tent, tapping his katana against his plate armor ponderingly. Yshar had been too stupid for his own good, giving insults to Clayson and them to himself. "Ahh, victory is sweet." he tapped his katana against a large chest. "Yshar's chest, and I wonder what's in it.." he smirked, and tapped the lock, "He won't get it back for a while, so no problems here.." he chuckled. The fight lasted a moment, one hit to the head brained him. "All too easy. Maybe Stryfe would like to see this chest.. wonder how Strafe got it off the mount." -------------------------- Message 360 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jan 3 23:04:39 1998 EST From: Moonheart (#20495) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Quester on it's quest Moonheart walked into the round room and thrust the sword into the floor, "Ok that's that the rest is up to the blade." with that he fades slowly into a shadow. won't answer any questions tough Mnht -------------------------- Message 361 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Jan 4 04:35:37 1998 EST From: Skywalker (#6644) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: My next post It may be somewhat spammy...read it or skip it, it's your choice. -------------------------- Message 362 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Jan 4 04:44:02 1998 EST From: Skywalker (#6644) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Just another day... Skywalker slipped in quietly through the door, letting his gear fall to the ground with a dull clattering of metal. Taking a seat at his desk, he ran a hand through his tangled and matter hair, wondering how half a day could be so trying. It was just past 2 P.M., but he felt like sleeping the rest of the day away. As he sat there quietly, he recalled the events of the past few days, running them over again in his mind... It had all started not more than 3 days ago when he wandered into the lounge to find an unknown Touched--a 'Mariner born practically blind. She was there with her escort as per usual with the Touched. It seemed normal enough. Her name turned out to be Halcyone and it soon became known to him that she was a Priestess sent by Telcoth, the Submariner Goddess of healing, sacrifice, and wrath, and also their main deity. The timing was incredible for only days before had he received a blessed trident as a gift from Meloth, the other Submariner deity. Everything seemed fine, she was sent by the Grieving Queen to attempt to rebuild the Nation from the shambles that it had fallen into, what better news could be received by a loyal 'Mariner? Only hours ago had that perfect vision been shattered. Halcyone got in an argument with Yshar and then with Clayson. About what? Some misunderstanding, hurt feelings, pride, duty, the usual. He could still hear the accusatory voice of Mona telling him that he was being foolish for accepting Halcyone so completely. What could she know? Clayson was born a 'Mariner, but she certianly wasn't raised as one...she didn't even know who Telcoth was for Godsakes! Sighing, he counted in his head the names of several other Subbies that he knew who probably wouldn't even recognize a sea hound if it bit 'em on the ass. He shook his head again. Who now? Yshar's voice. He sounded just like Clayson in the words he spoke...at least he stayed to listen to reason. Now Kiva's voice? The one of the three that he had called a friend for the least amount of time yet he stood by Skywalker and was confident in his decision to follow the Touched. Sky tapped his chin thoughtfully and spoke quietly to himself, "Yes...'Mariner or Drylander, friends like that are few and far between..." His thoughts wandering again, a determined yet softly-spoken voice echoed in his mind. "I was born and raised a Submariner...taught to be loyal, to fight for the good of my people, to encourage the success of the Nation. I have lived by it...should it crumble, I shall fall with it..." The words spoken from the Huntmaster's own lips not even an hour ago came back to him in this moment and he looked to the pile of weapons and armour on the floor next to him. He looked at the pearl set into BlightRender's handle, he looked at the seasword given to him by his old mentor Keltin Mendolin, he looked at the ratty old leather pauldron marked with the death tally of over a hundred Aesir. Standing up slowly, the 21 year-old Huntmaster strode to the window of his Toosay apartment and looked out to the horizon, wondering about the collection of domes that lay far beneath the surface of the waves out there somewhere. Planting his hands on the windowsill, he spoke softly to himself again, "I risked my life to protect the life of Tritoness Salome and failed...that shall not happen again with the Priestess..." Closing the shutters, he slipped out of the rest of his armour and slid into bed beside the sleeping form of Darci. Smiling faintly to himself, he snuggled up next to her, glad to know that at least something was going along smoothly in his life. -------------------------- Message 363 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Jan 4 08:22:21 1998 EST From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: New Alliances Since that day on the mount, Red had stayed out of things and remained out of site knowing the wrath that would probably be coming his way from Lord Stryfe. But boredom was fastly over taking Red and he had to find something to do. He took a long walk going over the events of late. What could be done to take control back. He was thinking more in the sence of his life rather than the world at large. To hell with most people he thought... Lord Stryfe was a crazy old fool anyhow with delusions of grandure. Khyber was a power hungry young punk. And where the hell was Moonheart lately?? Red couldn't even count trusted friends on one hand. There where none as far as he knew anymore. Jamie was always there with him, she remained at home mostly with the kids greatfully domesticated washing diapers and polishing silver. Well, that wasn't completely true Red thought... The kids had grown out of the diapers. What to do.. Red took up a axe and began splitting logs for the fire thinking.. He'd go and talk to Kzin and Rathe later. Something about those two and the way they conducted things made Red smile. Maybe there was hell to be raised with a new partnership. Red -------------------------- Message 364 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Jan 4 13:25:01 1998 EST From: Dwight (#20455) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Lock and Load "Ahh, excellent. This is just what I have been waiting for." He looked at the holographic map, red and blue lines entwined together to form a solid cube. A yellow point of light flashed and shimmered, beeping incessantly. "Very good indeed. of course, i will need to acquire some help for this.." he pondered, and tapped a few keys on his computer, "Computer, search for local mercs and other assorted people. we be going on a mission." [Of course doctor. Would you like your weapon?] "Yes indeed. Unlock and open the casing, if you will." [Of course, doctor. The weapon should be unlocked.] Dwight grinned, "Excellent. He reached down, pulling two weapons from the case. A standard issue Gyroslug pistol which he had found lying around, and another strange looking device. "These will do nicely." He pulled the trigger on the gyroslug, hearing the compressed gyroscopic systems. "Lock and load, baby." -------------------------- Message 365 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Jan 4 15:40:27 1998 EST From: Clayson (#17237) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: This and that. Sitting among the undead beasts, the mount silent. Only the rustling of the dragons, the soft murmurs of their hushed speech. Mona pulled the rusted tin box from her bag. The tears came unexpectedly as she pulled the crumpled paper from the tin. Her tears stained the old parchment as she read her mothers words, history of the subbies handed to her on her 13th birthday, the day she crossed from child to woman. "Why, why" she thought to herself, "why is this woman here...why now when there is so much I want to grasp for." Mona knew she had no more control , the world as she knew it was crumbling. Her thoughts drifted to Williker, her one confidant, but now he has left. No longer would she fight by his side, another dream crushed in a world that has gone mad. Mona's eyes gazed at the last line of the writing "May your hands always be busy, may your feet always be swift. And may you stay forever young." A small quote from Robert Zimmermen her mother had wrote. Folding the paper, creasing it back to a small square Moan slipped it back into the tin box. She thought about lastnight, Skywalker, a man she respected and trusted more then life...should she follow him, blind as the one named Halcyon. Then there was Shaeline, her uppity attitude stunned Mona, even now. And the man who was obviously her protector, massive, deadly. Should subbies really have drylander friends such as these? Standing, Mona walk in determined struts back to her tent, "Where is Stryfe" she muttered, "I need him, his guidance, his strength.....I no longer know where to go, what to do." -------------------------- Message 366 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jan 5 00:15:11 1998 EST From: Dagger (#20375) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Nuclear Weapon Time Dagger grinned as he folded and stuffed the blueprints for the weapons into his pouch. He then snuck out of the Dakirion Lab, and make it known his services are up for bidding. The power to control the world, in the hands of a puny human. -------------------------- Message 367 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jan 5 20:04:59 1998 EST From: Heretic (#6143) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: News Report A represenitive of Dakirion today addmaently denied the existance of the Recomb Fertility Liberation Army, going on to say the idea of such a group demanding the right to have childern is nothing but a myth started by the media. In other news a Dakirion office complex exploded for no aparent reason today 324 workers went home early after a brief visit to see the eagle. -------------------------- Message 368 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jan 6 15:28:32 1998 EST From: Heretic (#6143) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: RFLA memeber wanted ecomb ertility iberation rmy members wanted I'll supply some support you guys run it the way you want Goals are reporductive freedom for recombs and other civil rights ...methods involve bombs and kidnapping to achieve there goals. H -------------------------- Message 369 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jan 6 15:29:58 1998 EST From: Heretic (#6143) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: RFLA OH yeah moo mail only ..and nomral humans are welcome to help ... H -------------------------- Message 370 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jan 6 15:36:17 1998 EST From: Heretic (#6143) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Reward offerd For knowledge leading to the capture of those responsible for the bombing of Dakirion Building. Dakirion Public Reltaions Office. -------------------------- Message 371 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jan 6 17:37:42 1998 EST From: Lykaj (#6068) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: RE: Reward Offerd I think it was some guy with a tail. -------------------------- Message 372 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jan 6 17:40:50 1998 EST From: Heretic (#6143) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: payment of reward Ok that's 20k to lykaj for his helpful tip. H -------------------------- Message 373 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jan 7 20:02:14 1998 EST From: Skywalker (#6644) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: A note sitting on the bar in the R/T lounge. Looking to purchase any Tridents and Coral Spears from non-'Mariners. Inquire by communicator or leave me a message (@mail). -------------------------- Message 374 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jan 7 20:04:07 1998 EST From: Skywalker (#6644) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Addendum to last It's signed "--Skywalker, Huntmaster of Coral's Reach. -------------------------- Message 375 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Jan 9 22:14:51 1998 EST From: Lise (#14877) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Finis Time is served for every individual, to be born, to live, and to die. For six individuals, their last stroke had come. It was a tragic sight to see the end of six seperate individuals, in a most unrelated occurance. Lise T'kala, Yodhevauhe Cali, Hellstorm Daniels, Megaera Salir, Magistra Alluvia and Aurora Masters all met their ends today, on a rather ordinary day. The weather was dreary, the heavens crying with rain. Three of the six, met their end with suicide, Magera, Lise and Hellstorm. Lise employed a strange fixture of stabbing, direct into the heart. The others died of still unknown results, feared to be a conjuration of mixed black magics. Alluvia's death, quite unrelated and unexpected came a shock. The magistra, and her two children, were together, seen for only a moment. A strange incantation was murmured, before all three beings dissapeared. They are presumed dead. Aurora Masters, daughter of Akane Masters was seen stunned white. A shock had seemed to come through her, and reminants of a lightning bolt was seen around the outside area where she was located. This initself seemed to spring the young girl far past the reaches of the EAgle, making her death permenant. As for the last, the death of Yodhevauhe, her death is much a mystery. It seems she was pondering the questions of life, when her body just exploded. Weird as it was, nothing was left behind. All were alone, and survived by no one, with exception of Lise, who was survived by her two children and husband Nigel T'kala, and Aurora, who is survived by her father, Akane Masters. Death is the eternal healer, It heals all wounds with Father Time, It replaces the Hate, With the Love of Loss, Lets broken hearts time to bind. -------------------------- Message 376 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jan 10 20:58:22 1998 EST From: ShadowHawk (#12411) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: ..From the mouth of madness.. A corpse was brought to Lord Stryfe's attention, being found crucified on the door of a shuttle, landing on Mount Morilith. It was of a Villager, in his mid 30's. But, upon this cadaver, was a little love not.. Dear Jackass: I've got your bitch, Meoni. If you want her back - EVER - you will return my field plate, and 5000 crystals. Make it 10,000 you rich bastard. Written in deep, unholy blood at the end is a lone signature: Sinner. -------------------------- Message 377 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jan 10 21:02:43 1998 EST From: Meoni (#9687) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: She knows exactly what's in store... Meoni watched from the corners of her mind as Sinner cursed and shook her limp body. He slapped her cheek and she laughed. "You pitiful fool. I can't feel a thing you do to me." Wandering the room, she took a seat in the corner and hugged her knees, watching Sinner fruitlessly attempt to wake her, his desire to torture her tantamount to her desire to laugh. Still, he wanted to ransom her to Lord Stryfe. Meoni wasn't even sure he would allow the ransom to happen. But then there was Mueva... she was bound to be upset. -------------------------- Message 378 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Jan 11 21:49:53 1998 EST From: ShadowHawk (#12411) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: ..bad..bad..water ShadowHawk ordered a glass of water from the R/T lounge the other day, and being that Ozbornn diden't like him very much, he spiked the water with secret drugs he stored from the Ozark days. Hawk glanced down at the brown liquid, which smelt like toejam. "What the hell is this?" he asked, ever so politley. Ozbornn simply stated, "A present from me to you." Hawk turned away, and Ozbornn ran to the door, blocking it. "Drink it, white boy, or you ain't ever gettin out." Wondering what could be worse, he drank the vile liquid.. -------------------------- Message 379 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jan 12 06:48:00 1998 EST From: Darius_Lee (#10280) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: re:#378 heh, why do I doubt that? *grins* DL. (up way too early -------------------------- Message 380 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jan 12 10:59:03 1998 EST From: Ybrielle (#4778) To: *DragonRiders (#5915) and *storylines (#5236) Ybrielle slept only in fits as the night wore on. She kept waking up and looking around quickly, her dreams leaving her with the dreaded feel of home. Still, the cavern was quiet, only the sound of occational snoring and dragon's breathing cut the stillness. She would search the numbers to find Raelan and his new dragonfriend, Marsaalath. The Sapphire was sound asleep, his tail curled around Raelan. The sight made her chuckle and she settled back beside Tierz'yrrlan to make another futile attempt at sleep. Her thoughts haunted her instead. She kept seeing Dauthi's face, his gleaming, threatening smile. He would go to her family, he stated. Did she dare go out again? Knowing Yumi would surely come to find her if indeed he was contacted. Here she was among Riders and Dragons, here she was safe. But the outside world was another story. Ybrielle sighed and a few hours later, finally fell asleep. -------------------------- Message 381 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jan 12 12:18:45 1998 EST From: Dauthi (#10660) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Awakenings. Dauthi woke from an unrestful sleep staring outside into the cold morning air of the cemetary. He looked into the sky, knowing out there was his destiny many choices left undone, but which was more important? Would he shatter Stryfe? that plan had lasted for months now, but it could wait, since getting the death of wyrms he wanted was not going to take anything except patience. There was Ybrielle and Raelan however, his plans for that union had failed, or had it? Would their child not suffice instead? Cackling wickedly he still wanted Ybrielle to know she wasn't safe, he had to meet with her parents or the one sent to get her. Dauthi's anger flared in his chest, he was tired of others who claimed love passing him by first his teachers of magic and sword, then Jaelene who was torn by fate but instead broke that and went into Toraxyn's arms. No this was the end of it, if anything he would see those two lived miserably if not at all, he would win no matter the cost. -------------------------- Message 382 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jan 12 22:15:19 1998 EST From: Rahazia (#18100) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: debut [OOC note] sorry in advance, i'm not a good speller "Another small hill," Rahzaia sighed. She didn't know how long she'd been out of her country on her own. It had been awhile since she had seen a person up close. There had been a few people she had seen in the distance but she knew better than to go near them. There were enough people out there that would kill anyone that approached them too closely. Maybe she should have. "No," she told herself firmly. She was going to survive this. She had had gone through too much to give up now. Wait, was that a building up ahead. -------------------------- Message 384 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jan 15 16:08:31 1998 EST From: Akeashar (#20348) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: MY NEW NEWS. (pfeh and pfeh summore) Early this morning, the bodies of fresh dead recombs were found lying in new orleans, apparently they were protesting around the fine streets of N'Orleans, before they were slaughtered. What looked to be high caliber slugs were found embedded between their eyes, and in others parts of the cadavers. When Dakirion Laboratories was asked, they only said (and I quote), "We have done nothing of the sort. If they wish to protest, it is no skin off our nose." When asked about the dead recombs and dead escapees found, Dakirion again said, "We told our Hunter to find the escaped recombs, and bring them back alive. He has done that within one-hundred and one percent accuracy. We have had no knowledge of dead recombinants." recombinants." there :P -------------------------- Message 385 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jan 15 16:38:32 1998 EST From: Dwight (#20455) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: A small advertisement in the R/T Lounge: Do you wish to own a small residential plot inside the suburbanite area of the lovely area of Shadowbrook? for a mere five to ten thousand crystals, you may do that! Don't have the money? perhaps you should try Drach'nal, otherwise, please contact Dwight, and an appointment will be set up in which to gain a plot of land. (OOC: @send Akeashar for an OOC appointment.) Owners must pay up front, in full, the amount of the land and house. (Very fine print) Prospective owner must pay up front, in full, the amount of the house and land, plus a one thousand crystal security fee, along with a two hundred crystal electricity fee per month, ontime as Specified by the landlord. Prices are subject to change, and land value will go down or up depending on local economic status. -------------------------- Message 386 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jan 15 21:43:42 1998 EST From: Akeashar (#20348) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Another notice. Seems I (Dwight) have been getting complaints about prices too high.. so I have offered to rent out apartment suites. You talk with me (moomail akeashar) and we will set up a price for you! We will talk and perhaps choose out a room for you. Dwight -------------------------- Message 387 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Jan 16 13:54:14 1998 EST From: Sterno (#21938) To: *storylines (#5236) Sterno sighed and closed another tome, pushing it across the large oaken table. After scanning the many shelves in the DarkReach library, he leaned back and closed his eyes tiredly. For nearly a month he had confined himself to this room, rarely leaving, searching for a line or passage in book or scroll that might give him some clue as to how the undead dragons on Morlith had been created, and therefore possibly a weakness within them that could be exploited. Opening his eyes, he again scanned the many shelves. When he had begun, he had set aside the tomes that he though were most likely to contain relevant information. He had found nothing. There was no choice now but to start picking books at random from the shelves and praying he found something. Standing, he walked over to the nearest shelf and chose a few books at random, then returned to the table with them. Waving a hand at the magical globe in the ceiling to increase the room's illumination, he opened the first tome and began to read. -------------------------- Message 388 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jan 17 19:13:45 1998 EST From: Fabian (#14268) To: *storylines (#5236) Fabian went insane, married a Rhino recomb in a tutu, and gave the deed of LeCroix Manner to Williker. -------------------------- Message 389 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jan 17 21:30:33 1998 EST From: Williker (#20481) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: @Whee! Williker glanced about the bar, looking very bored. He siped his wine and nodded to the new comer, Fabian. Fabian staggered in, looking quite mad. He giggled and handed Williker a roll of papers and staggered out. Williker unrolled the papers and read. They just happened to be the deeds to Maison LeCroix. He blinked and read again, then looked out the door. He read a little more and at the end of the paper found a key. Williker thought, hot damn, a house and left quickly to find his new home... (OK, I suck at writing, so, uh.. there and stuff. :P) -------------------------- Message 390 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jan 19 20:08:31 1998 EST From: Mercury (#16576) To: *storylines (#5236) There's another rhino? And he has my tu-tu??? -------------------------- Message 391 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jan 19 20:21:08 1998 EST From: Yalindra (#13170) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Discord It was an evening rather like any other, or so Yalindra thought.... Now, it seemed, there was yet another conflict for the displaced riders to face - a conflict of emotions, this time, instead of blades. There was jealousy among the dragons, not just idle envy, but active, raging, fierce jealousy. Lannyrlli, dragonfriend of Yshar, roared and thrashed angrily on the helpiad at Myr as soon as she and Yalindra had landed, hoping to escape the troubles of the day. At once, a raging torrent of emotion; anger, rage, despise, jealousy and arrogance flooded over the Soulbond into Yalindra's mind, sending her mind spinning. Her blood blazed with Myr's fury, her mind filled with her thoughts - it seemed that woman and dragon were inseperable. This fact was proven when Luthe had made a choice, attempting to diffuse the conflict and ease the uneasy emotions. The effect was completely the opposite. Woman and dragon creeled as one, the former barely knowing why, the latter too engrossed in fury to explain... Yalindra ran from the R/T, knowing fear, fearing what she might do should Myr's rage overwhelm her again.... The sense of loss she thought she had left behind came again. Woman and dragon mourned as one. -------------------------- Message 392 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jan 20 02:47:35 1998 EST From: Axelle (#9124) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Revival The Mistress sat at her vanity table, her gaze intent on the reflection in the mirror. It was a familiar face, though it seemed different in ways imperceptible to any who didn't know her well. Electricity seemed to emanate from her body, one of ripe awakening...one of restlessness. Her studies were finally over and though she was all the more fulfilled because of them, other aspects of her life had been neglected in the process. Glancing over at her husband's sleeping form, she wondered if she had been away too long. And her children...they too would seem oddly estranged after the past three years. Running the ivory handled brush through her hair a final time, she crawled into bed alongside Kynwal. The sheets felt cold and unwelcoming. Her pillow no longer carried her perfume. Yes, she was almost like a stranger now. A stranger in her own home. , she thought. . A delicious smile graced her lips then and her deep emerald eyes glowed in the darkness of the room. Mischief danced within those windows to her soul. Mischief and that undeniable hooded gaze of lust. -------------------------- Message 393 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jan 20 17:10:25 1998 EST From: Ylaerin (#16541) To: *storylines (#5236) The wind rushed whitling against them as Dragon and Rider soared away from the smallish cavern that had been their 'home' of late. Luthe was travelling his fastest, Ylaerin's red curls flying in a tangling stream behind her, and through the extraordinary closeness of their Bond, they felt as one. Niether of them took the trouble to separate thoughts and feelings, as they would normally do; the children were safe with their father, and Rider and DragonFriend desperately needed time alone with each other to sort things out. /I don't want to face Myr again.../ Luthe thought, though words were hardly necesary, even in their heads. Ylaerin nodded, and hunkered closer to the dragon's azure hide; it had been some time since they'd flown like his.. just for the careless joy of being AWAY... it did nothing to clear their thoughts on the current situation, but it felt pleasant all the same. 'You've merely got to remember, draig, that no one can do this but you,' Etra said outloud in Gaelic, the familiar cadences of her old Tongue lifting her heart a bit, 'Even I, who am almost you yourself... even I can not make any of these choices for you.' /I know... I know. I can not bear to see Lanyrrli hurting../ Luthe's tone was mournful, his thoughts colored with heavy sorrow and more than enough guilt, /And yet, Myr'leth'saarath's rage.. jealousy. It hurts me, hurts Yalindra; I fear she may harm Lanyrrli, and at the same time it gives me hope that mayhap she just never knew her feelings until too late.../ Ylaerin ran a hand down Lyr'tyzluthe's scales, the both of them unconsciously adjust for the shift in weight and balance, and said, 'Well, blue, you seem to have given your word to Lanyrrli... you know what you said to her was true. I wish I had more knowledge, more experience to share... I have never had to make such a choice...' /All of yours have been made for you,/ he replied, somewhat grudgingly, /But none of that is your doing... still, some folk who've made choices for you, I would like to kill at times. I don't want Myr feeling anything like that about the choice-maker in this story./ Ylaerin sighed, the both of them making a silent agreement to try to let some of the stress slip off of them with the passing winds. Etra sang a little when Luthe's speed dropped to a more easy pace. She did not need to see the hue of his eyes to know that what had once been yellow-gray was now a cautious blue. The sweep of his wings and the song which was more in her heart than her mouth was enough to melt the last bits of worry and confusion from their minds... at least for now. -------------------------- Message 394 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Jan 23 15:21:36 1998 EST From: Kynwal (#20497) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: list Kynwal walked thru the plains, undisturbed by any of the plains denizens. As he walked a mental catalog of the various creatures and plants was quickly made. Then he stopped. Backing up a few steps he then knelt to study a curious plant. The plant was strange, nothing like any of the other various plants common to the plains. "Here?.." was all he said as he plucked the strange flower and vanished. -------------------------- Message 395 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Jan 23 15:22:16 1998 EST From: Styx (#1610) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Previous post Disregard the subject, obviously. -------------------------- Message 396 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Jan 23 22:31:49 1998 EST From: Witness (#18794) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: OOC: Per Eponine's request. The day had a hint of bitterness to it, the wind whipping mercilessly through the trees. The dragon flew in perfect synch as it chased after Ybrielle. Knowing full well they had come back for she, she attempted to lead them off, but to no avail. Just as she tried to right herself from impending danger, the dragon grabbed her by the shoulders, plucking her neatly from the ground. "You are coming with us." the man spoke, and said nothing more, flying away as Ybrielle's screams continued. The very next day, A note was sent via Carrier pigeon to Yraelan. "We have your fiancee, if you pursue us, she will be killed, permanently. By the time you read this, She will have been wed properly, instead of marrying a once noble Knight." The script at the end signified Ybrielle's noble house. Raelan just sat there, quiet, contemplative, heartbroken. -------------------------- Message 397 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jan 24 13:51:56 1998 EST From: Ylaerin (#16541) To: *storylines (#5236) *drs -------------------------- Message 398 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jan 24 13:52:31 1998 EST From: Ylaerin (#16541) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Home Calling OOCLY - sorry bout that last.. I messed up. :P I opened my eyes.. saw at first only a dim gray mist and wondered why in the name of the Bard I should be in the Otherworld. Then I shifted my weight, my back against a small stone, my head supported on a dragon's tail, my daughter in the crook of my arm and my son curled in my lap... husband breathing nearby... a room full of people, sand, and DragonFolk. Not the Otherworld, but the cave we'd been driven to by the usurpers. Disengaging myself from the pile was a task, to be sure. Annie fussed, and I had to quiet her... Rowan sniffled... Yshar only shifting. Lyr'tyzluthe was still deep in dreaming; his peace only slightly easier to come by than my own. I finally stood, in the dusty growing light, feeling the tingle of unheard song run d own my body and into my fingers like rivulets of warm foamy water. Pulling my harp from the pile of blankets and belongings - frowning at the chipped blue agate eye of a carven dragon.. how did I drop it anyway? I would never do such a thing! - I felt the tremble in the strings it wasn't merely my imagination. I held the harp closer, clutching it to my chest mumbling careful powerful prayers over it that goddess willing things would not be as strange as they seemed. The whole cavern was strangely still and silent; there was only myself and the trembling harp. I picked my way across the floor, being careful not to kick anyone or make any noise. The humming seemed loud enough to me, regardless of my usual clumsiness. Once I reached the ledge, I began to understand my eyes were drawn in the direction of Mount Morlith- Home. A breeze passed across the entryway, and I shivered against the chill of coming autumn; fingers brushed my cheek, and I froze solidly in place that I might not jump and cry out, waking those around me. Squeezing my eyes shut, something like fear or panic rising inside me, I felt the harp's small tremor turn into something more take shape, change form become an unbidden song. Suddenly the air was full of voices, wondrous and loud ringing, careening of the echoing walls of stone around me dancing out into the breeze and the air a repeated chant, musical in the old ways based on the insistent humming throb in the harp that I was not playing, but only clutching to my chest like a dumbfounded child's doll. The same word, again and again, "Home Home Home" The noise stopped and I was breathless with shock. I turned to see only my Sapphire, regarding me with wide, wondering blue green eyes. -------------------------- Message 399 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jan 24 14:04:13 1998 EST From: Ylaerin (#16541) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: My last... OOC - I suppose I should clarify that no one but Etra & (of course) Luthe would've heard or sensed any of that. It wasn't precisely a dream, but it wasn't real or tangible to anyone else either. Essentially, Etra's mild Sight went sort of haywire on her. Just to be clear... -jess (who is functioning on only 3 hrs sleep, so maybe nothing makes any sense anyway - I divest myself of all responsibilty! -------------------------- Message 400 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jan 24 15:23:10 1998 EST From: Clayson (#17237) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Love and War Mona clenched her fingers tight about her blade as she gazed up scanning the sky. The soldiers walked about her, ignoring her as usual, carrying on their activities upon the mount. Energy seemed to seep from her every pour, "Damn" she muttered, "I wish things would get back to normal." Sheathing her blade, wearily she sat down amongst the undead, relaxing, she let her mind slip, daydreaming. She thought about the man she met in the slisssh nest, the warning bell alarmed, she could hear Williker and Shadowhawk telling her that the man was a rider. "It cant be" she cried out to the dozing skeletons, "I would have smelled the lizard beasts upon his clothing" Leaning against a bony support she fell into a fitful sleep, dreams consumed of love and war. -------------------------- Message 401 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Jan 25 22:31:27 1998 EST From: Mulder (#709) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: DustStorm After months of relative calm in the wasteland, last night a ferocious storm ripped through the wastes, revealing things long covered, and making life a general hell for wasteland-dwellers. -------------------------- Message 402 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jan 26 21:00:48 1998 EST From: Styx (#1610) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: And the sky cracked open It was a dreary day even by N'orleans standards. Joshua eyed the dark roiling clouds above the city with a partially swollen eye, his only good one. "Ah don' like da look of dis.." he muttered to himself, causing a few of the better to do people of the city to give him wider berth then usual. --------------------------