Message-Id: <199805141346.IAA11461@zoom.bga.com>
Date: Thu, 14 May 1998 08:46:15 -0400
From: "Quinn@GhostWheel" <someone@ghostwheel.mud.org>
To: quinn@netsville.com
Subject: GhostWheel Message(s) 621 - 646 from *storylines (#5236)
Status: U

Message 621 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Tue Apr  7 16:46:06 1998 EDT
From:     Ylaerin (#16541)
To:       *storylines (#5236)

Ylaerin sat in the garden leaning against her dragon, the light of the spring
stars falling on her upturned face.  Night after night, day after day, Etra
had found herself sitting this way - either alone, or with Luthe - and
occasionally people would come to her as if she had summoned them by mistake
or happenchance.  She had been happy to see these people, her friends...
Corwin, Yjezra, sometimes Devon (though he was both a blessing and a curse),
but they were never the people she had cast her thoughts out toward.. and
there was always a faint tinge of disappointment in her thoughts when they
came to her.
And yet, she kept returning here... where she was surrounded by the too-clear
mountain air, the slight chill of oncoming spring, and the heady home-like
scent of green things growing all round her.  She kept returning, the same
tune running in her head, running through the strings of her harp - though her
hands trembled, and would not stop trembling, at least when she & Luthe put
their minds to it, she could play - until some small part of her would drift
away from herself... and then, through Luthe's mind's eye she could see
herself distantly sitting in the garden, face turned skyward and looking
almost peaceful, almost fully happy again.  In her own body, she was casting
her thoughts outward... wanting to see Syyrl... wanting to speak to her master
The Bard.. wanting to see her lost son Therin.  She never got these things,
and sometimes a friend would stumble upon her instead and she would come aware
- calm at first, and then wracked with trembling which she did her best to
hide. With confusion that she knew some of them sensed, especially Yjezra.
She sighed, and lay back on the grass... unless she could not help herself
from doing it, she wouldn't go seeking things and folk she'd never find. She
still felt weak, like an invalid, from where Therin (her fairy child... her
fair fae lad) had pulled the life from her before Devon had // Ylaerin turned
her mind elsewhere with enormous force, stirring Luthe from a drowsy slumber.
Perhaps soon enough she and Shar would go back down for another meeting, to
organize the council... she felt strong then, in control.  She and Luthe lay
back on the grass, to nap before Ylaerin went back to being wife and mother -
however preoccupied she was...

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Message 622 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Tue Apr  7 20:00:51 1998 EDT
From:     Rathe (#14172)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Announcement

<Begin live Televid feed>
Press Release: Mon Apr 19 2641.

The announcer fades into view, a rather unkempt, shaken man, carrying a
wireless microphone. He seems to be wearing black livery, cut in an extremely
archaic style.
Announcer: "I am here today, to announce and acclaim the new ruling.." He
glances nervously to some point beyond the camera, and swallows heavily.
"The.. new statement, released earlier this week by Emperor Rathe. He.." The
man falters, taking a step back, and swallows again, obviously quite nervous.
"Emperor Rathe, that is, has claimed ownership of Terra, as of the first of
April, twenty-six fourty-one. The following zones have been declared seperate
nation states, and owned by their respective goverments." The announcer
produces a rolled up piece of parchment from under his arm, unrolls it, and
recites: "The undersea kingdom, Woods Hole, with the exception of the Tech
Order's headquarters, and the atlantic ocean 6ft below sea level is granted to
the Submariner nation. Mt Morlith, down to 100ft from its base, is granted to
the Dragon riders and their council. Shadowguard, and its surroundings to ten
miles are granted to Lykaj and associates. Lastly, Mt. Uruken is granted to
Stryfe, and his armies." The man glances up, and rolls the parchment once
more, replacing it under his arm. "The magi's holdings, in the wastelands, are
hereby granted diplomantic ummunity. Furthermore, all buisnesses, guilds, and
homes are granted permission to live on the claimed lands."
The sound of clapping sounds from off camera, along with a soft chuckle. The
announcer grins hesitantly, moments before his head explodes in a shower of
gore. The corpse drops to the ground, and the camera pans to Rathe.
Rathe (sliding his sawed-off shotgun back into its holster): "Yes, anyway.
That little idiot got some of it right. As you can all see, the hopeful tales
of my death are quite exagerated. My little... illness.. has passed. I'm quite
sorry for the delay on the official press release." He smile a thin, cold
smile. "Reguardless, my legal commission is currently drafting the beginning
of a universal law code. All current taxes in my new lands will be halved.
Current local barons are advised to report to one of my representatives,
before I find them. Compliance will be rewarded with state status. Ignorance
is no excuse, and will be rewarded with a public hanging."
The camera zooms in, bringing Rathe's face fully into focus. "I also have a
few announcements to make. Shadowhawk, or Sinner as you may know him, one
Damien Hellstorm, has been granted general status of my armies. I have given
him Yellowstone temporarily, for the training of my armies.. Interfering with
him in this area would be a very, very bad idea. I'm sure you all understand
fully." He smiles again, hardly warming, and the camera recedes, fading to
black
<End Televid feed>


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Message 623 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Tue Apr  7 21:44:15 1998 EDT
From:     Dwight (#20455)
To:       *storylines (#5236)

Dwight's fingers were a blur as he tapped in string after string of code.

"There must be someplace else I can annex." he muttered, the satellite
scanning over the continents.

[Message] Location Found. Area: Forestry, habitat: Destroyed.

Dwight grinned thinly, "Excellent." he looked to Pepper, "looks like we'll be
having another place to explore soon enough." he printed the screen, quickly
ripping off the paper from the printer, and went into his lab.

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Message 624 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Tue Apr  7 21:46:12 1998 EDT
From:     Rathe (#14172)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  (Ooc)

Btw, my mix-up. I shoulda mentioned ShadowBrook and Jizo to Dwight and Kzin,
respectively, in my last post ;)

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Message 625 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Wed Apr  8 11:27:31 1998 EDT
From:     Stryfe (#5113)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  A pleasant morning

Stryfe sat on his throne of dragon bones listening to the undeads play with a
hapless man they had picked up somewhere. "I wonder how the people are doing
down on the mainland. I am glad I do not have their trappings of technology to
deal with day in and day out."

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Message 626 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Wed Apr  8 12:23:04 1998 EDT
From:     Red_Fang (#5907)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  A pleasant morning

Red sat on a small wooden stool near the fire sipping on a mug of broth
listening to Jamie scold the kids for the 10th time since he'd waken..  Sure
wish we had some of that technology they got back closer to the R/T building..

He thought quietly to himself.. Next time ya move, make sure ya bring the
furniture..


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Message 627 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Wed Apr  8 22:09:02 1998 EDT
From:     Dante (#10660)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Resolution.

Signs have sprung up almost like magic, after the tyrannical statement of so
called Emperor Rathe's actions, it seems someone has done something about it.
"Dante, Magister of the second circle, and Warder of Ghostwheel has taken it
upon himself to remove Rathe from the Wheel. Rathe's where abouts are
currently unknown but talks have started of selling Rathe off to the highest
bidder.

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Message 628 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Wed Apr  8 23:04:02 1998 EDT
From:     Rathe (#14172)
To:       *storylines (#5236)

Rathe grumbled and cleaned the blood off of his broadsword. "Silly idiot," he
muttered.

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Message 630 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Thu Apr  9 23:04:31 1998 EDT
From:     ShadowHawk (#12411)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  ..slavery justified..

ShadowHawk cursed the day he came to Ghostwheel, cursed the day he ever met
Toraxyn, and cursed literally everything he could think of while tied up in a
large dance hall. His mind was not on the dancing dangerous beauty infront of
him, but on vengence. Vengence on the disgusting dragons which made him an
incarnation of hate in reality.
His stay was not going to be a happy one, and he was praying from the second
he opened his eyes from that Rathe would be his savior, his black knight in
flaming armor, and save him from certain dispair. For Rathe is the one to
change this path.. To give him the strength.. to fight..

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Message 631 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Thu Apr  9 23:05:57 1998 EDT
From:     ShadowHawk (#12411)
To:       *storylines (#5236)

-from in that second paragraph. That's what happens when stay up til 5 in the
mornin.

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Message 632 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Thu Apr  9 23:06:22 1998 EDT
From:     Toraxyn (#19315)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Flaming armor....

Did Rathe forget the natural gas valve on while practicing his spells again?

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Message 633 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Thu Apr  9 23:22:36 1998 EDT
From:     Meoni (#9687)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Sweet Vindication.

Meoni chuckled softly as her prisoner squirmed, writhed and howled within the
confines of his chains.  His twistings only added to her pleasure, as if she
could taste his very terror at her hands.  She turned from him, letting him
get acustomed to his new quarters, touching a panel along the far wall,
revealing a rack of tools behind the mirror.  As she decided on her method,
she heard him finally stop thrashing.  A glance revealed him sulking in the
corner, glaring at her wordlessly.  She flashed a sadistic grin at him,
shutting the panel for later decisions.
She chuckled at him, remaining out of his reach as he lunged at her, nearly
choking on the chains that encircled his ankles, wrists and throat.  "Shh,
save your strength, Shadowhawk... you will need it.  By the time I'm done with
you, you'll be begging for death's sweet kiss."

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Message 634 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Sat Apr 11 17:55:27 1998 EDT
From:     Moonheart (#20495)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Wedding announment

Daris Lee and Kzin are to be married on in the Sarkus all who can reach it are
invited a date will be posted soon. <glowing words seen in midair all around
the r/t Building>


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Message 636 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Sun Apr 12 14:31:57 1998 EDT
From:     Yalindra (#13170)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Odd findings

	Waking up to a beautiful sunrise, Yalindra slipped
out of bed and wandered to the ledge for a breath of air. Body
wakened, she then slipped quietly into the hatchery to check on the
eggs, when she stopped, eyes wide in surprise. All around her,
the eggs normally colored blues and reds and whites were mysteriously
adorned with wild colors, painted in numerous swirls, waves and
countless other patterns. A brush and a set of paints rested
nearby in the sand, and a trail of tiny brown flecks led out of
the hatchery. Following the trail, Yalindra found the headless effigy
of a bunny fashioned in chocolate lying forlorn in the middle of
the kitchen. Something very odd was happening...was it the Fae again?

(In case you haven't guessed it all ready, this is a joke OOC post, mainly
because I was bored. Enjoy, and Happy Easter/Passover, etc., everyone.)

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Message 637 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Sun Apr 12 14:36:05 1998 EDT
From:     Akeashar (#20348)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Hoppity Hop

Akea-Bunny hopped around morlith, dabbing touches of paint on the dragon's
eggs.

"Oh, I'm sure they won't mind a little easter celebration!" he whispered
loudly, eyeing the large dragon, which he also dabbed some paint on. He hopped
out, munching on a chocolate rabbit he fashioned, drooling slightly as he
peeked into a cavern and saw a naked female dragon-rider. He threw the
chocolate bunny down, devoid of a head, and hopped to the ledge.

"Happy Easta, homies!" he hopped into the air, did a triple axle and flew off
to paint more eggs.. perhaps Dixie..

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Message 638 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Sun Apr 12 14:41:23 1998 EDT
From:     Yjezra (#5512)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  BLINKS!

Yjezra woke and feeling a stir in the air of the cavern over her naked body
and looked toward the cavern entrance
Her eyes opened wide at the site of the strange creature standing at the
entrance, a leer across his inhuman features. Something like a very large
rabbit...but..No..How did it get to the Moutn..and what was that it was
eating?
She watched as dripples of paint splattered from the bucket it held to the
clean stone floor. She frowned and rose from the bed as it giggled and let the
curtain fall.

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Message 639 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Sun Apr 12 14:47:43 1998 EDT
From:     Julian (#17640)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Easter Carnage

The Easter bunny lept about Mount Morlith, chittering in it's cute innocence.
Merrily it hopped it's way across the ledge, looking back and forth for
locations of plastic easter grass and revolting candies.
A soft little 'mew', as a cute kitten crawled out from behind a bench, and
walked toward the bunny, to rub against his legs. A ferral gleam over took the
bunny's eyes, and he reacheddown, snagging the feline up by the throat. The
cat cried pitiously, but it was all unheard by the sadist holiday rabbit.
With his paints, he drew runes and circles of sacrifice, tying the kitty to
the floor. Chanting dark, lagomorphic incantations, the bunny captured the
energies of the Sarkus, and slew the innocent kitten, it's blood spilling out
to cold stone as a gift to the dark God of Hallmark.

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Message 640 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Sun Apr 12 14:48:32 1998 EDT
From:     Akea-Bunny (#20348)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Err

yeah.. that was funny.. I think?

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Message 641 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Sun Apr 12 14:49:27 1998 EDT
From:     Akea-Bunny (#20348)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Damnit!

I'm the easter bunny of Morlith! *phbts*

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Message 642 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Sun Apr 12 14:49:36 1998 EDT
From:     Julian (#17640)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Ah well.

I tried. *shrug*

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Message 643 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Sun Apr 12 16:46:17 1998 EDT
From:     Sammie (#23512)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  A day in the desert.

Sammie sat in the warm sand watching as Smoke dug around the protruding silver
object. Working diligently, the slight muscles over her back flexing beneath
the thin cotton of her shirt.

Leaning back in the sand, allowing the rays of the sun to penetrate warmth
deep inside her body "Why do you do this day after day Smoke, nobody cares you
know, the things you find mean nothing..."

Slamming the spade into the sand, Smoke turned, her eyes reflecting madness
and disgust, "This is my heritage Sam, mine and yours, it proves humans were
here way before the mages, the recombs...the mariners. The things I find have
history, history of what was...what will be again."

"What is that anyway?" Sammie called out as the object began to take shape.

"I don't know..if I knew, I wouldn't have to dig it up, now would I?" Smoke
yelled back.

Sammie could see the sweat now, dripping in steady beads from Smokes forehead.
A small patch of wetness forming between her breasts, the once white shirt
clinging to her scrawny frame.

"Do you know the one called Burble....he claims to be born in 1967." Sammie
asked.

Smoke dropped her spade, growling softly she wiped her dirty hands down the
side of her jeans, "Look...I don't know Burble, or anyone...you have to
understand Sammie, 95% of the people you encounter are insane. Nobody can live
that long, therefore he is insane...."

Sammie shook her head, sighing softly "What if he is what he claims? He could
be of use you know...he would know that the earth, the people are of God, that
the mages are only mutants created from the war... liars, controlling, not
what they seem."


"No" Smoke said at last, "I work alone, how can I trust an outsider...all who
claim difference are insane, there are very few humans Sammie, try to make
friends with them."

Smoke wiped the sweat from her forehead, picking up her spade she went back to
work, unfolding the past, bringing it to the future.

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Message 644 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Sun Apr 12 16:53:42 1998 EDT
From:     Dwight (#20455)
To:       *storylines (#5236)

Dwight glanced around the area, calling into his headset.

"Area secured, We will place our plasmatic fence relays around the following
coords." he tapped a few keys on his wrist-pad, then glanced around as
helicopters slowly begin to fly in from all directions. "Very good.. indeed."
he smiled slightly as his hair blowing in the wind as helicopters began to
land all around him. Troops hopped out of the helicopters, and loud chitters,
even more defined than the spiralling rotors, heralded five or six scorpions.

"Secure the area! I want everything not of Shadowbrook's creation destroyed!
all animal life obliterated, but leave any plant life as it is." he brought
out a telescopic rod from his duffle bag and planted it into the dry earth, a
small flag appearing and fluttering madly in the wind. "This area's claimed in
the name of Shadowbrook." the troops nodded and trampled off.

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Message 645 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Sun Apr 12 18:53:39 1998 EDT
From:     LoneWolf (#13247)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Parameter patrol

LoneWolf yawned and stretched as he rose two hours before dawn, gathering
himself up, he padded to his desk, shuffling through his wide expansive
range of maps he collected the northeastern sector mumbling to himself
about the buffalo herds and keeping track of the size and numbers of them
wondering if he should attempt to stalk an elk again... chuckling wolfishy
remembering the last elk that eluded him high in the mountain ranges
Yawning again and rolling the map up and tucking it under his cloak, and
making sure that everything is where he had left it, he pads from his
quarters and pads down the hallway, stopping as he hears a muffled voice
coming from meoni's quarters, suddenly a soft laughter echo's from the
room, chuckling to himself lonewolf continues down the hallway wondering
who's Meoni's guest is, padding down to the Main room and fetching himself
some freshly baked bread and leaving before the baker can scold him
lonewolf clearts his mind for the patrol ahead, padding out to the main
gates and only slightly acknowledging the gate guards he slips into the
forest, loping towards his patrol area his mind returns to the muffled
sound in meoni's quarters, taking note he mutters to himself that he must
find out who was within her quarters, and discipline the on duty guards
for not reporting to him about the visitor...

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Message 646 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Mon Apr 13 16:43:50 1998 EDT
From:     Skywalker (#6644)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Note left in various places around the R/T

Katana and nunchuks for sale.  Contact Skywalker for more information.  (OOC:
please don't page me, I hate that)

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