From quinn@fazigu.org Thu Oct 24 12:13:51 2002 Return-path: Envelope-to: quinn@fazigu.org Received: from constr1-host1.corridor.net ([66.100.236.130] helo=yami.57thstreet.com) by requiem with smtp (Exim 3.36 #1 (Debian)) id 184kcJ-0003jQ-00 for ; Thu, 24 Oct 2002 12:13:51 -0400 Received: (qmail 404 invoked from network); 24 Oct 2002 16:14:09 -0000 Received: from localhost (HELO moo.ghostmoo.org) (127.0.0.1) by localhost with SMTP; 24 Oct 2002 16:14:09 -0000 Date: Thu, 24 Oct 2002 11:14:09 -0400 From: "Quinn@Ghostwheel" To: quinn@fazigu.org Subject: Ghostwheel Message(s) 42 - 47 from *storylines (#5236) X-Mail-Agent: Ghostwheel (moo.ghostmoo.org 6969) Message-Id: Status: RO Content-Length: 5050 Lines: 121 Message 42 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 28 00:26:27 2002 EDT From: Kynwal (#20497) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: (fixed typo) A blinding Flash Sometime during the long wasteland night there is a blinding white flash to be seen for many miles. In the morning, it is discovered that part of DarkReach Tower - home of the magus Kynwal - is now missing. It looks as if the area that was Kynwal's living quarters was somehow sheared away from the rest of the tower with a clean cut. The hall that would have lead into his quarters now ends in open sky. OOC - I don't own the room to change the desc or unlink the exit (mutter) so you will have to use your imagination. I am going to be disappearing for a large length of time. So for all intensive purposes Kynwal did something of an epic proportions booboo. -------------------------- Message 43 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 29 00:54:58 2002 EDT From: Yjezra (#5512) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Men! Anger raged within her mind as she packed. The link between her and her DragonFriend increased Lyrzrath's anger, rebounding back and forth between human and dragon. A sudden vision filled her mind and she laughed as she closed and locked the lid on the beautifully carved chest, 'Yes, Lyrz! ROASTED NUTS! Perfect!' Kicking open the door to the tower, she watched as the young riders hefted her chest, carrying it up to Daan'yrli. She leapt to Lyrzrath's shoulder and settled in the familar place on her DragonFriends neck. With a silent nudge, 'Let's go home, Lyrz.' The garnet dragon leapt into the air, wings beating downward as they rose into the sky. -------------------------- Message 44 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Thu Aug 29 02:24:23 2002 EDT From: Clayson (#17237) To: *storylines (#5236) She listened, watching the magic men ( she made no pointed observation between the sexes, they were all men, a magic woman was nothing more then a poor shadow of a man who wished to bear a child) Why they continued to procreate was beyond her knowledge. But they will die, for their blood is thin, the incest would end, it was not Gods way. -------------------------- Message 45 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Sep 1 00:12:52 2002 EDT From: Tikiaido (#24781) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Take This Job and SHOVE IT... Tikiaido was in a bit of a dilema. Master Baines said his training was done, and he must pass one more test. He knew that no Ronin could pass the test of a true Samurai, and it would be pitiful and weak to let all this training to to waste. While Baines was a good master, he worked for Dakiron, and could not possibly teach Tikiaido anything of how the outside world operated in terms of social justice and interactions. He thought of it... and he came to the conclusion that the best thing for him to do was to go out and find a master. He had earned the right to choose a master in his work and training, and thus, it would be free of charge. Surely almost anyone would jump at the chance to have a highly obedient, highly honorable guard recombinant... And so, he began composing a letter to Dakiron requesting transfer from Jacob Baines's service. He'd done his time. He was a good recomb now. He'd earned it, yes? His request was met favorably. And thusly, he began composing another letter... to Master Baines. Pleasantries such as 'respectfully' and 'with all humility' asside, this letter, in many, many more and much more polite words, essentially read, "Take this job and shove it. I ain't workin' here no more." -------------------------- Message 46 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Sep 1 21:46:57 2002 EDT From: Witness (#18794) To: *storylines (#5236) and *SoulMechs (#9541) Subject: New Horizons The pilot climbed warily out of his mech, sword in hand as he walked through the shifting sands. A quick glance showed endless desert area, with petrifed trees standing as guardians over quickly put together gravesites. He shivered and continued onwards until reaching what appeared to be a large complex. "Speaker, we have found what you requested." some obscure coordinates were given and met with a voice of approval. "Very good. Proceed with caution.. the area should be cleared of the lizards and their riders by now, according to the reports." "Yes sir" was the pilots response as he entered the large building, glancing at a strange marking carved in the wall. He only managed a yard or so into the complex before a loud screech was heard. A large figure leapt from the shadows, and the world around the pilot faded to black as the monstrosity munched happily upon his flesh. -------------------------- Message 47 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Sep 4 15:44:29 2002 EDT From: Khyber (#12460) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Not a plot post, just something I wanted everyone to see :) Khyber stood and scrawled a small message on the bulletin board in the R/T Round Room. --------------------------