From quinn@fazigu.org Sun Aug 25 12:14:04 2002 Return-path: Envelope-to: quinn@fazigu.org Received: from [66.100.224.110] (helo=yami.57thstreet.com) by requiem with smtp (Exim 3.35 #1 (Debian)) id 17j01a-00054z-00 for ; Sun, 25 Aug 2002 12:14:03 -0400 Received: (qmail 5849 invoked from network); 25 Aug 2002 16:14:08 -0000 Received: from localhost (HELO moo.ghostmoo.org) (127.0.0.1) by localhost with SMTP; 25 Aug 2002 16:14:08 -0000 Date: Sun, 25 Aug 2002 11:14:08 -0400 From: "Quinn@Ghostwheel" To: quinn@fazigu.org Subject: Ghostwheel Message(s) 3 - 7 from *storylines (#5236) X-Mail-Agent: Ghostwheel (moo.ghostmoo.org 6969) Message-Id: Status: RO Content-Length: 8897 Lines: 173 Message 3 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jul 9 20:56:15 2002 EDT From: Merri (#24667) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Homecoming Merri stood at the top of the old tower, the dawn sky turning flame pink and turquoise. She leaned on her arms on the parapet and looked out over the valley, filled with mist and fog. Here she was on top of the highest place in the highest point of the pass and the rising sun turned the snow to flame red in reflection. She was home. After all these years she had come back. So much had changed. Akane was gone. Where, she didn't know; didn't know if she wanted to know. He had always wandered at will, his connection to her and the children tenuous at best. Not long after Celesta's birth he had started to disappear again. One morning she woke up and he was gone. She hadn't seen him in several years now. At first she had been worried...then angry. Finally, she simply accepted the fact that no matter what had happened to him he was gone and wasn't returning. Her children had been left in Eire with her mother. She would see to their education and there they were safe. She had been broken hearted at leaving them but she had to return. She had an obligation here...one she had been neglecting. She was a mage and with that fact came responsibility. It was time to get on with it. Her traveling companion, Syris, slept below. She had met him in Eire when she was doing research on the Silver Branch. He was a scholar of sorts himself and they had spent many evenings in the coffee shops around the great Trinity library discussing his research and hers. It wasn't until they had crossed over into the Wheel, though, that she had felt the first spark of the mage in him. It had startled her to see and feel that in him, the way he had responded to the Wheel. She hoped that he would do something about it...apply to the Circle. But only time would tell. She breathed in deeply and back out in a cloud of misty breath as she gathered her cloak around her and descended back into the warmth of the tower. There was still much to do in repair and refurbishing of the abandoned building. She was home. No matter that her emotions were mixed about it, the Wheel had become her home long ago and she welcomed it with the open arms and thirsty gaze of the exile permitted to come back. Here was her destiny. -------------------------- Message 4 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jul 18 21:46:33 2002 EDT From: Dante (#10660) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: A woman broken, another twisted. The moonlight broke from the light of the window as Dante walked to it. Amidst the books of the library, he paused above the open area that showed the hidden swamps below. His plans had progressed almost too easily. He had slowly corrupted Coreen from a foe into an ally, and she must have thought that she was in control of the situation. Feigning weakness of magic, and unable to resist her charms he had lured her into the perfect trap, she was now bound to him in ways she could never understand.. even more so then the bond and weakness she shared with that fool Devon. Even now, the dragon whore of Morlith was no doubt walking the streets of N'Orleans catering to base desires like one of the wanton masses. Dante chuckled as he thought of the night before, his own twisted adopted daughter Crystal watching as he infused the spirit of the dragon mistress with the power of Zarathos. It was too simple, really, the more her essence was corrupted with the necromantic energy the less her very nature would doubt or consider morals and statutes that she was raised with. It scared him a little that in fact she would become even more twisted the woman he hoped to make her like. What would Devon do exactly, when the woman he loved, cared for and cherished stared at him with Coreen's eyes, the very woman he hated more then life itself. It would be amusing, to no doubt see him beg to make her normal again, but alas he would have to let Coreen handle that seeing as how he had so many other things to deal with. Could even Toraxyn or Rathe ever claim to have corrupted the very purity, and innocence of Morlith? What would the new improved Yalindra even do to the love filled home that existed as a bastion of peace. That in it self would be worth dying to watch. No matter, all would come to pass sooner then anyone expected it only was another night that was needed then it would be so easy. -------------------------- Message 5 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Jul 18 22:31:35 2002 EDT From: Shandryl (#24740) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: A new Beginning After months of wandering the cemetery in N'Orleans and tromping through the Steel Bowels killing slisssh and flinging dung, Shandryl was ready. She had purified her soul and spirit and was finally at a place to seek a new start. After her short time spent with Lord Kzin learning the art of Necromancy, After her short time spent with Lord Kzin learning the art of Necromancy, Shandryl was finally ready to pursue more. Having stumbled upon Dante one night in the R/T Lounge, she heard of a teacher called Coreen. Despite all the rumours she heard, Shandryl was ready to meet this teacher. Dante set the meeting, and Coreen turned out to be everything Shandryl had hoped. SHe was stern and spoke her mind, but Coreen was also someone that had alot to teach this young mage. The test of her talents was nothing short of a fiasco with all she knew ending up with a wimper of smoke and wind. Somehow, though, it seemed Coreen was amused and saw something in this mage hidden deep. Shandryl was now a student. She was blindfolded and taken to a wonderful place of knowledge to study and read, and to await the day her lessons would begin. Shandryl slept deeply that night, knowing she was finally on the path to knowledge. -------------------------- Message 6 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Jul 21 15:17:45 2002 EDT From: Shandryl (#24740) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: The start of a new life. Shandryl left the Library to get some rest, and found herself back in the R/T Lounge. A Submariner by the name of Skywalker was there. The conversation was interesting as she had never before been to the ocean or seen one of his race before. She told him about her history. How she had been orphaned at age 12 when her parents were killed. After waiting for them to return from the Eagle for over a year, Shandryl had decided to head off on her own fearing they would never be back. She ended up in N" Orleans and stumbled upon a man named Jack Sparrow. He had been looking for his sister, Valentine, and together they tracked her to a shallow grave beneath a mauseleum. Poor Jack was so brokenhearted, that he took Shandryl to the Steel Bowels, where he taught her to kill the slisssh and hunt for the leftovers that those having been there before them had left behind. Shandry lost Jack in the bowels, and didn't meet up with him again for over a year. He had been savagely torn to shreds by the slisssh. It was this event that led her to call a vendetta on the creatures. Shan wouldn't surface sometimes for weeks, trying to drive the slisssh to extinction. But her hunting days were ending, as she was again feeling the call of the mage within her. She has now found a teacher, and the future is starting to take shape. -------------------------- Message 7 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jul 22 23:09:31 2002 EDT From: Devon (#23970) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: An end of one life, and the beginning of another. Devon's soul and body were a rage of torment as he stormed across Morlith, his mind was on recent events as he made his way to Ghostwheel a top Daan'yrrli's back. Each face, each creature he sank the axe into had the image of that witch Coreen on them. Not only was Devon sure she was using Dante, as much as he was using her, but the result was that his wife, the woman who he cared for more then life itself was not only abandoning their family... but was more then likely in the arms of another man. The rage, unchecked caused him to blast through the fields with no mercy, hacking cruelly through the viscera and blood of the creatures. He relented, thinking how sweet it would be to rip into Coreen's belly, destroying the unborn child she now carried... no doubt a product of their union together in Toosay, the same night she let him burn alive inside the volcano. Devon was not uncaring, but his soul was becoming as dark as Coreen's own. He was willing to go to any lengths to cause pain to her, and it would only stop when she begged him to... when she finally realized how he was as much her equal as he was a part of her spirit. One way or another, Devon would make Coreen see... she would see no matter what the cost was. --------------------------