From quinn@fazigu.org Tue Apr 22 12:08:00 2003 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 1980JM-0003Ah-00 for ; Tue, 22 Apr 2003 12:08:00 -0400 Received: (qmail 94663 invoked from network); 22 Apr 2003 16:14:10 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO moo.ghostmoo.org) (127.0.0.1) by localhost with SMTP; 22 Apr 2003 16:14:10 -0000 Date: Tue, 22 Apr 2003 11:14:10 -0400 From: "Quinn@Ghostwheel" To: quinn@fazigu.org Subject: Ghostwheel Message(s) 56 - 57 from *storylines (#5236) X-Mail-Agent: Ghostwheel (moo.ghostmoo.org 6969) Message-Id: Status: RO Content-Length: 1873 Lines: 40 Message 56 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sun Feb 23 22:50:27 2003 EST From: Xrara (#16047) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: A new pet Xrara looked at the wolf standing alone in the round room. 'I need a pet' she thought to herself, hiding her wickedly sharp screwdriver near her side as she stepped over to the beast. One hard whack over the head and she had it in her grasp. The beast wriggled and tried to get away, not wanting to go with her, but it was no match. Once home, she thrust it in the cage, 'ya bugger' she swore, "fine..you dont like me..I'll find you another owner'. With that, she slammed the cage door shut, locking it..and headed to the R/T to leave a note. -------------------------- Message 57 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Mar 19 12:26:44 2003 EST From: Orryn (#10660) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: The ravings of a dead man. A dark cluster of clouds began to circle over the deep marshes of N'Orleans, as the usual forboding darkness of night began to descend. What ungodly creature might be out on a night like this? Cloaked in robes of black the Duke of Kiasyd slipped out into the city a athame of eldritch magic clasped in his hands. "Tis such a pity with the state of things, my daughter in her own seems to leave for better care of her mother and the world is too calm for my liking." Drawing a runic circle into the middle of the pad Dante stepped forward and ripped out the once departed soul of a former inhabitant of the city. "You there, I command you to entertain me." The spirit's eyes glazed over and the adept left it with a mutter, still released from death's embrace. "Even the dead are boring, I guess I'll just have to make something more interesting." With a hollow laugh the once dead adept left the silence of his home, and traveled to parts unknown.. --------------------------