From quinn@fazigu.org Sat Aug 05 12:10:43 2000 Received: from (yami.57thstreet.com) [198.78.146.163] by requiem.netsville.com with esmtp (Exim 3.12 #1 (Debian)) id 13L6X4-0001js-00; Sat, 05 Aug 2000 12:10:42 -0400 Received: from moo.ghostmoo.org (localhost [127.0.0.1]) by yami.57thstreet.com (8.9.3/8.9.1) with SMTP id LAA90337 for ; Sat, 5 Aug 2000 11:13:52 -0500 (CDT) Message-Id: <200008051613.LAA90337@yami.57thstreet.com> Date: Sat, 5 Aug 2000 11:13:52 -0400 From: "Quinn@Ghostwheel" To: quinn@fazigu.org Subject: Ghostwheel Message(s) 7 - 10 from *storylines (#5236) X-Mail-Agent: Ghostwheel (moo.ghostmoo.org 6969) Status: RO Content-Length: 3112 Lines: 79 Message 7 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jun 8 17:05:32 2000 EDT From: Fortitude (#24841) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Note posted in the R/T lounge Looking for a band of explorer/adventurers to undertake a possibly dangerous expedition. Please contact me for further information. --Signed, Mortimer Smith (OOC: If you're interested, you don't need to contact anyone. Just sit tight.) -------------------------- Message 8 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Jun 18 10:59:44 2000 EDT From: Midnight (#20635) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: The Dream It was like a dream.. Midnight walked through her old stalking grounds. Not really remembering the past few years, though catching some glimpse of it with visions. Wondering if she still had the gift that she once held in her soul. She decided it was time to go back into the world of light and get out of the dark. First thing Midnight thought she would do is get herself looking back to normal and then she must go in search for a teacher. So she may begin what she had stopped and become strong. Yes Midnight thought to herself, "I'm back and now I will become one with what I had started those years back, even if it takes me having to destroy whoever crosses my path." after a few more moments of looking into the swamps. She stood up and started walking back to her little hideaway, so she may begin the transformation of the new Midnight. -------------------------- Message 9 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jun 22 17:15:09 2000 EDT From: Fortitude (#24841) To: *storylines (#5236) Mortimer Smith, a citizen of the Village of Drach'nal has claimed the existence of a 21st century museum buried under the wasteland. Furthermore, he gained the services of a brave group of adventurers who located the structure only a few days ago. Closet archaeologists and amateur explorers are flocking to the area, guided only by a journal that has been kindly left in the library of the Real/Time complex by Mr. Smith. -------------------------- Message 10 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jun 24 12:11:58 2000 EDT From: Smoke (#12541) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Map She stood staring at the computer screen, hypnotized by the flashing of neon text as she punched key after key. Most the files seemed to be corrupt or missing, this was fine, she had no use for eroticism or pornographic images. After long minuets of frustration she finally managed to open the one file that did concern her, the map. Her anger started to grow as her eyes scanned the screen, she could not understand how this man, this Mister Smith could find so much in so little time. Everyone knew she was the one who dug, she was the one who found things..the wasteland was hers. But now, now it seems she had a bit of competition. Her decision was quick; she would go out and find him. Find out what he knows, and what he found....a yielding smile played against her lips, "Then" she whispered, "then I will kill him and it will be all mine...." --------------------------