Message-Id: <199804121922.OAA20993@zoom.bga.com>
Date: Sun, 12 Apr 1998 14:22:33 -0400
From: "Quinn@GhostWheel" <someone@ghostwheel.mud.org>
To: quinn@netsville.com
Subject: GhostWheel Message(s) 539 - 546 from *storylines (#5236)
Status: U

Message 539 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Sat Mar  7 22:38:40 1998 EST
From:     ShadowHawk (#12411)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  <<..to love.. a god..>>

Shadowhawk quickly picked the lock on Rathe's labratory door, and ran up to
his bedroom. "M'lord!" he screamed, "The wenches of the wastes have been
defiling my name and saying that Turban Wearing Indians Named Katherine have
been embracing the.." he stops short, noticing a book on the table, a book
that Rathe never allows him to read.
The thick ivory bound tome was enscribed with these words: The Good News.
Shadowhawk blinked. Rathe told him there was never anything good about news.
Scanning through the pages, he became totally absorbed. From the Old
testament, through the New Testament, through letters with Paul, totally..
obsessed?
He took the book with him as he ran from Rathe's library, passing him on his
way out, but not even bothering to salute or genuflect. Rathe did not notice
this at first, but stopped to wonder.. Hawk went unto his favorite spot in the
world, the top of the Cathedral in the wasteland, and shouted the whole bible,
word from word, for two whole days, starving himself.
He cried with tears of rightousness, "This is the path I've been searching for
my whole life.. And now, I must share this.. this GOOD NEWS!!!!" before
fainting from exhaustion.

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Message 540 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Tue Mar 10 02:45:36 1998 EST
From:     Willow (#22906)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Dream Killers

  "Dream Killers, every one of them" she said, her words short and choppy,
torn from her throat from the rough winds battering her new home. She shifted
slightly, her stomach becoming queasy as the small cramped cage creaked and
tilted from the slightest movement. Her body ached, the cold winds curling its
icy grip around her naked flesh and cutting its way through her thin cotton
dress. There was no where to hide, no way to get away from the wind.
 Once in a while a huge dragon head would loom close to her, bumping its huge
head or taloned foot against the cage, causing it to careen madly in the air,
much to her horror. They would talk amoungst themselves, occasionaly speaking
so she could understand,.. at least the word 'snack' anyways.
  Her fingers touched the paper stil safely tucked into the pocket of her
dress, "Knight, now might be a good time to show up" she said to herself.
After all there were all the makings of a proper meeting. Damsel, in distress
to be sure, with required long hair. (Done up in a french braid until such a
time as this when thick curly tresses were needed.) Dragons. And the required
villian.
 Willow sighed, "what else can i do now but wait... I just wish he knew I even
existed"

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Message 541 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Tue Mar 10 22:29:13 1998 EST
From:     Stryfe (#5113)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Incessant babble

Stryfe watched Willow as she rocked in her new cage suspended in the air from
the ledge. "Perhaps now she will learn some respect," he thought. His headache
from her incessant questions returned again in full force.
"How did you get to be so old?"
"If your a knight why do you have all your limbs?"
Stryfe decided the easiest and fastest way to answer most of her questions and
quickly give her an education.
He wielded his axe and with a "forgive me for what I do" planted it a few
inches into her skull. The look on her face was like that of a deer caught in
headlights. And when she came back she had become direspectful, even going so
far as to spit on him while he sat in his dragonbone throne. In an
uncharacteristic fit of pique he backhanded her with his mailed gauntlet
sending her sprawling.
Stryfe rapped his finger impatiently waiting for Willow to wake. Finally, he
motioned a guard to do it. Some more flippant words lead her to where she now
resided.

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Message 542 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Wed Mar 11 17:07:19 1998 EST
From:     Smoke (#12541)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  life as such

Kathleen wandered the plains, confusion claiming from Shadowhawk's words.
A book" Shadowhawk shouted, "a book of good, proclaiming one God"
Ahhh...but this was to much for Kathleen, she knew of many Gods, some of them
stood before her, taunting her with their evil. How could there be only one
God, and why did he write a book?

Her mind tried to comprehend, picturing Rathe hoarding such an item. Why, why
would Rathe keep such words of good. Did he want to hide the existence of
truth and life beyond the Eagle. What if it was true, a place called Heaven,
where is it, is it where the Eagle lives...and if it is, why cant we stay
there?

Her thoughts turned to Kzin as she headed home.
"Funny" she thought to herself, "funny how I didn't even notice him till my
eyes sought him out."
Even his smell has left me, his presents...maybe Naxos is right...maybe it is
time to move on.

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Message 543 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Wed Mar 11 17:12:22 1998 EST
From:     Smoke (#12541)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  booboo

(remotely) Skywalker grins at your post, "It's presence...unless Kzin left you
some gifts."  ;) [You are not signed in!]
Sky, my personal spell checker :)

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Message 544 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Wed Mar 11 18:39:17 1998 EST
From:     Akane (#14270)
To:       *storylines (#5236)

Akane stood, looking out his window at the sky as the clouds shimmered by,
light catching off their white surface. Occasionally, a glimpse of a red tail
would fly past, and once in a while he would notice one of those strange
dragons.. wyrms.. as Rathe had called them before. Maybe he should inform him
of such, but it would do no good, only more fighting.

"Let me see what my agenda is today." he spoke aloud to himself, looking down
at a book.

Only meditation and practicing. The list needed updating.. either that, or he
would need to find something else to occupy his mind. No matter, all he need
to do is just take a walk today.. a nice quiet walk..

"As if I knew anything about peace and quiet as of late." he chuckled
slightly, and walked into the common room.

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Message 545 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Wed Mar 11 20:52:22 1998 EST
From:     Meoni (#9687)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  The Becoming.

Meoni opened her listless eyes to stare at the ceiling, the cavern looming
down on her with dreadful intentions.  She grasped at her mind, seeking
memories, what day was it, time was it, who was she, where was she.  Sadly she
could only answer one.  Meoni, she was Meoni.
A male voice rang in her ears with laughter, "You've done well so far, pretty
one.  Far better then the other apts ever did.  You've impressed him, you've
earned your place."
The chains clamped around her wrists suddenly released her and the weariness
of her limbs faded.  She sat up, her eyes fully adjusted to the dim lights,
and caught sight of the man behind the voice.  She smiled then, accepted as
she was.
"Welcome, acolyte.  But, try not to become overconfident.  This is only the
beginning."  His smile was malevolent, patronizing, all the things she'd hated
in her former masters.  But, this one had a means to an end.  She would not
kill him, not just yet.

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Message 546 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Thu Mar 12 00:15:42 1998 EST
From:     Sorrow (#20478)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  ...

Sorrow stood on the R/T Helipad, overlooking the wasteland. He dialed the
number on his comm aimlessly. No answer. "Ah well, " he said to himself, " I
can tell him later." His gaze slowly scanned the waste looking for the tiny
building. He couldn't see it but he knew it was out there. Off in the distance
he saw the mountain and the cliffs. They were out there. His mood darkened,
and thoughts rolled in his head.
He watched for a bit longer, then sighed. Sorrow knew what he needed to do.
She had said it. His dreams would come true, and why not hers did. He would do
what it took, but he'd bring back the old, somehow. He took one more quick
look out, then turned and headed back in. He needed sleep, and time to clear
his head.
"It's gonna take a long time, though, " he whispered to himself, "Memories
just don't come and go."

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