Message-Id: <199805211346.IAA28423@zoom.bga.com>
Date: Thu, 21 May 1998 08:46:21 -0400
From: "Quinn@GhostWheel" <someone@ghostwheel.mud.org>
To: quinn@netsville.com
Subject: GhostWheel Message(s) 647 - 655 from *storylines (#5236)
Status: O

Message 647 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Wed Apr 15 06:56:33 1998 EDT
From:     Tarla (#18104)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Sisters....

Tarla sat in a chair, staring out the window at the sea... thinking.
WOndering, in a rare lucid moment, where her sister was.

She hadn't seen Shy in weeks... which wasn't really unusual, they often didn't
cross paths much for several weeks at a time.  But thier tiny apartment hadn't
shown any signs of her being there in almost a full week, and THAT was indeed
unusual, and disturbing.  This little apartment was thier home base, a place
for them to come back to, the only stable and safe thing in thier unstable
world.

But Shy hadn't been here in a week now... she always came back here.... but
she hadn't....

Tarla looked down at the tiny vial of stimulant in her hand.  Her thoughts had
gotten so slow again... she couldn't think clearly... there had to be
something she was missing because she couldn't think clearly again... one hand
closed around the gun shaped injector and a shaking hand slid the cartridge
into place.  She closed her eyes, placed the gun against the side of her neck,
and squuuuuuueeeezed.

A tiny gasp escaped her lips as the first rush of the stimulant hit her.  Then
her eyes shot open as she bolted to her feet.

Something has happened to Shy.

Tarla grabbed up her pack and bolted out the door in search of her missing
sister.... leaving the hypogun lying there on the table, forgotten.

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Message 649 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Thu Apr 16 01:17:08 1998 EDT
From:     Rathe (#14172)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Just reread 630 and 633 on *tps....

I never told you ShadowHawk was a masochist, did I Meoni?
Oh well. Too late now.
Send me a postcard, SH!
$elf

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Message 650 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Thu Apr 16 01:23:28 1998 EDT
From:     Ariana (#19666)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Wonderings...

Ari walked into the lounge, looking around and sighed softly.  It had been a
long time since she had seen ShadowHawk and was beginning to wonder where he
was or if he was going to return.  Her mind wandered back to the last time he
had dissapeard and she shuddered at the thought of not seeing him again.  She
slowly walked back towards the door, looking for Rathe, wondering if the elf
might know what has happened to Sinner.
As she walked she spoke softly to herself, 'Why do the ones I love always
dissappear or have somthing happen to them?  Well, not this time.  I will find
out what happened to Sinner and will get him back.  I have to.'

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Message 651 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Thu Apr 16 14:28:24 1998 EDT
From:     Yjimael (#23078)
To:       *DragonRiders (#5915) and *storylines (#5236)

He was in the Unseelie realms again.... gods, how had he gotten here again? He
was being led to the cross, his legs feeling like lead as the creatures shoved
him roughly forward. He struggled against them as they pulled his arms behind
his back, pulling the rope tight over his hands. One of them sneered and
pulled down on the rope slung over the crossbar, hoisting him in the air with
a scream as his shoulders dislocated. The impish creatures laughed as he
fought to hold onto consciousness, feet dangling a foot from the ground. The
large one lumbered forward, the putrid stench of death and decay rolling off
it like a cloak. It raised it's hand, claws gleaming in the moonlight, and
then slashed upward, eviscerating Yjimael..

Jimmy awoke and sat up, sweat dripping from his brow as he looked around the
cavern in a panic, eyes finally settling on Vynzraelth. "Just a dream..." he
thought. But something was wrong... his insides felt like they were on fire,
and he could see his hands visibly shaking. He rose from the bed with wobbly
legs, almost collapsing before steadying himself with a deep breath and
heading out of the cavern. Time seemed to slow, almost stop as he
painstakingly made was way towards Brinn's room. After what seemed like an
eternity, he reached the warded door to her room and tried to speak the word
which would allow him entrance, but all that came out was a soft choking
sound. Feeling his legs give out, he slumped against the door, the world
fading to black before he even hit the ground.

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Message 652 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Fri Apr 17 00:59:54 1998 EDT
From:     LoneWolf (#13247)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  A note is found tacked up to the R/T Lounge

To Whom it may Concern

We are looking at purchasing a map of the whole GhostWheel area, including
topology among other features.  If you have knowledge or perchance own
such a map you would be paid hansomely for it.
Signed DemonWolf & Talen (third circle Mage)
(OOC- Please mail either Talen or I if you have such an item or know how
we can get one.... thank you)

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Message 653 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Sat Apr 18 01:48:12 1998 EDT
From:     Sater (#4919)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Newfound friend

As the rumors spread through the undersea that a seahound had been hurt and
has lost it's owner, Sater quickly swims to Coral Reach to find Skywalker.  He
finds that the seahound, Neptune, was up for adoption. As Sater thinks, he
decides to adopt the poor little creature.  As Sater brings him back to his
dome, it was just the matter of training and gaining trust of the hound.

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Message 654 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Sat Apr 18 21:30:50 1998 EDT
From:     Smoke (#12541)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  food for thought.

Smoke looked up at the young hunter as she licked her fingers, wiping them
clean of blood and gray matter.
Cocking her head slightly, her lips crimson, "Whatcha doing out here
stranger?" she called out as he approached.
"Just wondering what you are eating" he called back, walking within blade
distance.
Smoke held out a piece of meat, fresh, the smell of life, "Its what we call a
Recomb, ever had one?" she asked.
The stranger grimaced, his eyes reflecting horror as he spoke softly, "That is
like eating a human" pushing Smoke's hand away he continued, "I will not
partake in this cannibalism."
"Oh come one, it taste just like chicken" she said.
Raising her blade she sliced the stranger to the Eagle, "Fool" she muttered,
"if you ate what God has provided perhaps you would be alive now."

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Message 655 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Mon Apr 20 18:50:11 1998 EDT
From:     Rathe (#14172)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Bleh

Rathe eyed the corpse in the lounge warily, snapped his fingers, and banished
it to the elemental plane of jello.
(Hey Meoni, think you could @recycle the corpse? ;)

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