From quinn@fazigu.org Fri Apr 07 12:11:56 2000 Received: from 216-42-73-17.dsl.netsville.net [216.42.73.17] by requiem.netsville.com with esmtp (Exim 3.12 #1 (Debian)) id 12dbMR-0008Im-00; Fri, 07 Apr 2000 12:11:55 -0400 Received: from localhost ([127.0.0.1] helo=ghostmoo.dyndns.org) by 216-42-73-17.dsl.netsville.net with smtp (Exim 3.12 #1 (Debian)) id 12dbOF-0003Ql-00 for ; Fri, 07 Apr 2000 12:13:47 -0400 Date: Fri, 7 Apr 2000 12:13:46 -0400 From: "Quinn@Ghostwheel" To: quinn@fazigu.org Subject: Ghostwheel Message(s) 1384 - 1390 from *storylines (#5236) X-Mail-Agent: Ghostwheel (ghostmoo.dyndns.org 6969) Message-Id: Status: RO Content-Length: 9812 Lines: 199 Message 1384 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Feb 11 14:34:57 2000 EST From: Darius_Lee (#10280) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: The bonding... Darius Lee dodged the snapping teeth of the cainid infront of her as she called out to her son, "You have to be quick on your feet. Stand still and they'll bite you, the trick is to move before they do. Cainid's always have a set attack pattern... they lunge left... then right... so if you .. feint then dive you can slit the juglar". Darius illustrated the move by feinting right then hitting the ground in a roll. As she came up from the roll she slashed her claws at teh cainid's throat, decapitating him. Darius whiped her claws on the grass to clean them as Poe wandered over to his mother. Kicking the corpse with childish glee, then slipping the crystals into his pocket for later. Mother always let him keep the crystals when she took him hunting. "Poe its important to understand that..." Darius paused suddenly in her hunting lesson, her nostrils flaring wide as the scent of blood drifted to her on the air. "Mother?" Poe started to ask curiously but Darius quickly lifted a hand for silence. She motioned Poe to follow her as she followed the scent over the next hill. Mother and child crept slowly over the rise, careful to keep downwind as they peered over the hill to see a beautiful firebird surrounded by eight cainids. The bird was obviously a pa pet and in distress. It's broke wing dragging on the ground behind it as it hopped and squaked trying to avoid the circling cainids who were fully attent on playing with their prey before eating it. Darius murmured tightly "abandoned...". Poe blink "abandoned momma?" Darius nodded her head "People abandon their pets on the wheel hoping the cainids will ddestroy them, they don't want to take care of them anymore so they feed them to the wild animals". Darius snarled with that last statement, her own memories of being abandoned coming back to haunt her as she quickly threw Poe up into a near by tree, "Don't move until I come back, understand me?" Poe nodded his head . Darius smiled lovingly at her son before turning to rush into the foray of cainids, her body changing rapidly, fangs lengthening, muscles bulging as she transformed into her wolf shape in mid run. Darius leaped onto the first cainid snarling angrily, her jaws latching onto the animal's throat sufficating it as the other members of the pack turned to attack her. All was silent on the plain for several minutes except for the snarls and howls of angry cainids and one lone wolf. But finally, battered and bruised Darius ripped the throat out of the last cainid and staggered over to the bird's side. Darius groaned and shifted shape once more, her entire body covered in claw marks. Gingerly she bandaged herself the best she could, slipping on a dress to cover her nudity before reaching out to the bird who promptly snapped at her. Darius patiently held a crystal out to the animal until the fear left its eyes. Tired and exhausted the bird eventually passed out from blood loss, its red blood mingling with the red of its feathers in a bright splash of color, a modern artist's bizarrist picture. Darius gathered the bird to her, retrieved her son and limped home to heal. The animal tucked securely against her chest. She whispered hoarsley to her son, "Always remember Poe, you have to be quick on your feet. Always quick on your feet". -------------------------- Message 1385 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Feb 12 22:53:51 2000 EST From: Raichu (#3791) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Reap the Whirlwind. Throughout N'Orleans the sounds of drums and chanting grew louder. The Voodoo district is alight with torches and bonfires, flames licking up towards the skies. The Spirits, a restless whirlwind, a force unseen and unheard by the living, have grown discontent and the Voodun practicioners struggle to appease them. The Metairie Cemetery grows darker in the daylight, the creatures slinking off to their hiding holes, and what could possibly frighten the dangerous creatures that roam there? The citizens, restless, all look to the Tower erected by the Adept Dante. Something wicked this way comes. -------------------------- Message 1386 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Feb 12 23:12:52 2000 EST From: Merri (#24667) To: *storylines (#5236) The more Merri studied the old legends, the more things began to fall into place. The white branch haunted her...until the day she read of the Red Branch knights. The Red Branch knights were the knights of the King of Ulster. They were devoted to the goddess/warrior Scathach on the Isle of Shadow. She knew this little piece of information; had grown up with it and heard it over and over in the story of the Hero Cuchulainn. But never had it hit her in quite this light. She leaned back in the chair in front of the monitor and breathed, "The White Branch...it's not a "thing" at all. It's people. The Red Branch were the knights; the White Branch were the mages." Grasping this knowledge with full comprehension took her awhile, but slowly it sank in. Over the course of the next few weeks she began to search for the perfect place. When she found it, she struck her staff on the rock and, listening, it rang true. Talking only to the chill wind and the hawk circling the mountain pass, she said, "Here I will build. May it become a center of great learning. I will, with all of my power and will, rebuild the White Branch so that the magic may never be forgotten or lost." One more piece fell into place. -------------------------- Message 1387 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Feb 20 13:04:58 2000 EST From: Bloody_Mary (#5587) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Crawling Doom. Perhaps it hadn't been a good day to go hunting slisssh. That was the first thought that entered Mary's mind as she struggled to get herself to her feet. The chitters of more then a dozen slisssh surrounded her, all eyeing her with a greedy lust for her soft, delicious skin. One made a swipe for her and she whipped out the spear to deflect it. It backed off before she could actually hit it, rejoining the others in circling her, waiting for her to grow weary. Just waiting. Indeed, today was not a good day to go hunting slisssh. -------------------------- Message 1388 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Feb 24 21:53:08 2000 EST From: Coreen (#18717) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Preparation The last light of the day was gradually fading from between the leaves, casting long shadows across the soft Shizuka earth. Coreen put the finishing touches on the large chalk circle she had drawn on the ground, touching up the pale areas, then sprinkling a mixture of salt and ash over the chalk. She heard the power of the runes and sigils as a dull hum in her ears. An assortment of candles provided her only light now, as the sun dipped beyond the horizon, leaving a crimson stain on the sky. Soon, she told herself, soon. The whole thing angered her, really. It was blatantly obvious that no one had any respect for her anymore. Not entirely surprising, really, but she remembered back to the time when the mere mention of the name 'Rathe', 'Toraxyn' or 'Kzin' would send shivers up the most strong-willed warrior's spine...make them grip their swords a little tighter. Now...now there was nothing of the sort. She was just a joke...something to be laughed at. Mocked. Her only consolation was that it seemed that Dante shared this same fate. Well, with luck, that would all be changing. Just who did one have to kill to get some respect around here? She tapped a dagger with a sinuous blade against her thigh, pondering. Well, there was certainly one way to find out. -------------------------- Message 1389 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Feb 27 12:44:02 2000 EST From: Aquilya (#4188) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Musings. Aquilya relaxed on the velvet sofa, exhausted after the ritual she'd performed for the Druid, Oberon. Such possessions often left her physically and mentally drained for a few hours, at least until she'd had a proper night's rest. Ghede had been crypt as usual with Oberon, telling him only as much as he needed to know. And not a thing more. What bothered her most was the nature of this thing that now encroached up on N'Orleans. What exactly was it? It was no doubt that Dante had made a very powerful enemy, the Spirits' activity was enough to convince her of that. And, it was not often that they were so aggitated as they were now. She would have to seek out Seraph soon, and warn her of this. Though, if the Adept was as good a medium as her reputation stated, she would already be quite aware of this. -------------------------- Message 1390 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Feb 28 14:08:10 2000 EST From: Noriko (#24467) To: *Beastmasters (#17944) and *storylines (#5236) Subject: SCREEEEAAAAAM Noriko awoke with the familiar heavy fur-covered head not resting by his leg. The sudden realization came to him. His panther, bonded to him, Daishineko was not here. With a slent of a swear word, he concentrated, seeing into the cat's own awakened eyes. Daishineko is trapped in a small room with a bunch of damn puppets! He must be dreaming. The cat needs out. It paws at the door. Too late. Noriko whispers, "WHOOPS...shoulda let him out..." The panther pees on the floor. Noriko and his Panther feel lost without each other. They must reunite somehow...but Daishineko cannot get out... Noriko screamed many cursewords while plotting, telling things to the panther's mind which would aid it's escape. But, no escape came....poor kitty...poor human. --------------------------