From quinn@fazigu.org Fri Sep 19 14:57:33 2003 Return-path: Envelope-to: quinn@fazigu.org Delivery-date: Fri, 19 Sep 2003 14:57:33 -0400 Received: from constr1-host1.corridor.net ([66.100.236.130] helo=yami.57thstreet.com) by requiem with smtp (Exim 3.36 #1 (Debian)) id 1A0QRg-0000Xu-00 for ; Fri, 19 Sep 2003 14:57:32 -0400 Received: (qmail 35936 invoked from network); 19 Sep 2003 18:58:08 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO moo.ghostmoo.org) (127.0.0.1) by localhost with SMTP; 19 Sep 2003 18:58:08 -0000 Date: Fri, 19 Sep 2003 13:58:08 -0400 From: "Quinn@Ghostwheel" To: quinn@fazigu.org Subject: Ghostwheel Message(s) 113 - 133 from *storylines (#5236) X-Mail-Agent: Ghostwheel (moo.ghostmoo.org 6969) Message-Id: Status: RO Content-Length: 34377 Lines: 766 Message 113 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Jul 22 18:48:05 2003 EDT From: Augustus (#18463) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Grand Opening I'd like to invite everyone to a new bar in the wasteland. You might ask, why a new bar. Well drinking holes are very precious things in a wasteland. Plus it is a good ic place to hangout and interact. SO! Anouncing the grand opening of "The Dirty Paw." Come one come all.. It is in the wasteland by Red's keep. Open to all. -------------------------- Message 114 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Jul 23 03:59:01 2003 EDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Posted Rules Due to events, Red Fang has posted a few rules at the Oasis Keep. Read the bulletin board for starts and see the posted notice in the Training area. OOC: Read and follow, sorry if it upsets anyone but it is a ic area and that means it should be respect icly. I've opened it up for a great number of people and I want to trust everyone to respect that faith I gave to them. The new bar should help a great deal for characters who wish to deal with Red or his friends on a more combatant level. Have fun. -------------------------- Message 115 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Jul 25 20:13:27 2003 EDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Misery Not knowing if he was dead or alive, Raped or just having hemorrhoids, hung over or had a concussion, Red sat up and tried to recall what had happened. Insanity is what had happened. Suspecting Owen and Mirg where a secret cult to some strange satanic god that would even make Dante and Rathe cringe, Red leaned back against the wall and waited. -------------------------- Message 116 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jul 26 00:49:38 2003 EDT From: Owen (#15637) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: What rough beast Things fall apart The center does not hold What was still killing him was Red *smiling* as he threatened to have the cat hauled in for testing and mindwiping. Smiling like a cheap salesman reassuring a housewife that yes, the colors would never run, never fade. Smiling like a sociopath or a crooked politician. "I'm considering capture and sending him to Dak for testing. He is clearly a hazard to the public safety with his actions. I'm just worried he's sick and needs help," he had said. "Going to consult the medics. If he passes the medic's tests, then he can stay. If he fails to do them, or he fails them. Then I have no choice. I have responsiblities of many to think about." Still smiling, puffing out his chest with that ridiculous badge on it, like sending Mirg off to be reprogrammed was a special treat for him instead of the worst imaginable form of murder. Owen had been furious, knowing the trap and falling right in anyway. Saying the unforgivable in attack of the indefensible. "Don't do it, Red. I mean it. Just don't. Kill him every day for a year. Kill him with Lawgiver if you're that scared of him. But don't turn him over to be mindwiped, that's horrific. That's rape." And, "the medics will tell you all sorts of reassuring things about how he'll be happier afterward, and a productive member of society, how his new self would be horrified to learn what his old self did. And then they'll wipe him, and then you'll have not only killed him, you'll have destroyed his soul. That is fucking disgusting. Dante and Rathe would be so proud of you." And Red had shrugged it off, still smiling that bland and unhearing smile. That was a smile that Owen was familiar with. A smile that said 'I don't have to listen to you because I'm carrying the gun.' The smile of a tinpot dictator who was sure he held all the right cards. "Such passion," he'd said. Smiling, always smiling. "I'll tell you what. He passes the test, he is free to do anything he wants. So...make sure he does. It is out of my hands now. I am only a local commander." And Owen had lost his tenuous grip on his own temper. "Like hell I will. I'll help him avoid the tests, help him run like hell. And if it comes to it, I'll help him come back and kick your ass eight ways from Sunday. And don't you dare sling that local commander bullshit at me, you're the empire-building fucker who's choosing the coward's way out. Don't you ever damn well learn? Look what happened the last time you got delusions of grandeur, Red. You lost your whole family. Doesn't that give you a *hint*? Doesn't that give you a clue that ruling the world is a *bad idea*?" But Red's smile had never faltered, not even at mention of his family. He'd just gone right on to deliver a friendly warning not to be 'talking bad' about the Rangers to people. No doubt threats would have been forthcoming if Mirg hadn't walked in just then. And that damned smile had just gotten wider. "You'll be contacted in the next week for an interview. Just thought you should know." Again, like it was a special treat, something to be savored and anticipated with glee. When Mirg had swung his claws for the first time, Owen felt nothing but a fierce and bloody glee. Wipe that smile away, erase it in blood. Now the thought of his own feral joy made him sick, but at the time it was wonderful. Watching Red's lips slick with blood, seeing the flicker of fear in those smug eyes. Owen's one comfort was that at the time he'd picked up Red's unconcious form it really was to keep Mirg from killing him. He'd carried Red's body out of the bar, and even started walking toward the Keep's entrance before it occured to him that he didn't *have* to take Red home. Not if he didn't want to. After all, if he did take Red back to the tower and heal him up, all the bastard would do would be to wake up, smile again, and go right on with all his plans. He'd probably even turn the whole incident into another excuse for his little assassination plans. And so the idea had been born. Punishment. Retribution. Just killing Red would do no good, he'd be back in an hour, this time with a shotgun and a heart filled with righteous fury. But there must be a way to really hurt him, really make him pay. He'd carried Red's unconcious form around on his back, contributing to the gleeful looting raid, reminding Mirg to check the corners, leave no stone unturned. He'd even volunteered to use his own little house to store Red in until they could think of something to do with him. But that had been last night, and now it was today. And Owen felt sick with the thought of it, all of it. Sick enough to wish it hadn't happened, to wonder if there was a way to undo it, make it not so, erase it from the books. But also proud enough not to try. He'd play the hand he'd dealt himself, deal with the consequences of his own fuguelike rage. But when you came right down to it, Owen wondered who he hated more. Red Fang? Or himself? -------------------------- Message 117 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jul 26 10:41:25 2003 EDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Misery (Day 3) I think the beatings have effected my eyesight and hearing. No sign or word from my captures. Last night I dreamed of anal probes which turned into cat tails. Wonder what that means. So hypocrisy rears its ugly head again. Bad to try to control a renegade and dangerous beast with no soul, good to beat, torture and confine a ranger. Owen was more of a criminal now than Mirg was, and if I ever get out of here. Things will change. I just hope the rangers are taking steps. -------------------------- Message 118 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jul 26 11:03:04 2003 EDT From: Devon (#23970) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Sometimes, ignorance is bliss. Shadows creeped along the edges of Morlith's ancient Sarkus. Standing in the center of the present maelstrom of wind and air, the romany magister Devon sought a solution to his problems. In past weeks, he had tried to recover his memories of his past, long lost by his former sacrifice. Devon over time had come to understand that only in sacrifice, could you achieve true power and greatness. Now left with the entire mountain to defend, a mere fledgling dragonmage was slowly losing control of the power that he was given. Conjuring a magical sword, Devon began slowly tracing the surface of his arms with the elemental markers of the spirits of Air. The blood fell down onto the floor as it slowly began to shift and twist into small lettered characters. "Blood magic isn't needed for this situation, but it is my offering to the Sarkus to fully understand the winds it has sent after me." The circle glowed fiercely as the entire Mount erupted with turbulant gusts of winds. A form began to take shape in the center of the summoning circle, as Devon's eyes glazed over and he collapsed. -------------------------- Message 119 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jul 26 22:08:58 2003 EDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Sweet Misery finished Unbearable, it was something Red had never done well was captivity. Remembering back to Morrigan's torture and beatins and sustained captivity.. That time Red had come out nearly wild and fearful of all men.. Damn magick's.. People wondered why Red hated it so. Embryon's holding Red's mind, The Dragonriders holding him in that damn cell for months and months. He wasn't going to do it again. Spying the small sharp piece of steel sticking off the edge of the chest was all he needed. It would hurt like hell but would leave a nice mess for them to pick up. Moving over to the chest and listening for any one coming, Red pushed it over on its side. Then without any more consideration dugging his right wrist into the steel slicing deep and lengthwise down along the artery, then cringing with the pain he repeated the process with the left wrist and slowly slid to the floor letting the quickening peace take him away. Soon the Eagle would call. He'd already sent Nenana on ahead to make the way clear. Then final escape from the pain, and a brief peace before it would all start over again anew. The gods where so cruel. But he was going home at least. -------------------------- Message 120 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Jul 26 22:20:34 2003 EDT From: Mirg (#11887) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Sweet Misery epilog You know Owen, I'm puzzled as hell, I mean he staggers in drunk one night, falls asleep in your bed room, then kills himself and his little dog too, Red really should give up drinking. -------------------------- Message 121 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jul 28 03:08:22 2003 EDT From: Owen (#15637) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: OOC and IC OOC Section: Due to OOC/RL considerations, the three people most involved (Mirg, Red Fang, and I) have decided to cancel the Dakiron/kidnapping tinyplot. RL circumstances are going to severely circumscribe the amount of time that key players will be able to be online in the near future, and letting the plot limp along for weeks while nothing happens just seems annoying and lame. All of Red Fang's belongings have been returned to his possession, and Darkpaw's blade will also be returned. (Darkpaw, page Owen about this.) We're sorry about the inconvenience and general cheesiness of this, and we know that cancelling plots is *not* the general rule, but sometimes common sense has to rule over IC continuity and Real Life considerations are more important than the game. Again, we apologize for the cheesy retraction of what promised to be a hell of a good ruckus. IC Section: On March 17, Red Fang, Mirg, and Owen arranged a secret and private meeting on neutral ground. Negotiations took hours, but at the end of the meeting a truce was arranged. Details of the treaty are as follows: 1) That in the future, Red Fang, Mirg, and Owen shall not kill, loot, abduct, engage in lethal combat, restrain, or steal from one another under any circumstances. This prohibition does not extend to non-lethal combat or genuine accidents. 2) That neither Owen nor Mirg will enter, or attempt to enter by any means, including warp tube or magical transportation, Red Fang's Keep except when expressly and personally invited by Red Fang. Such invitations are to be considered finite and on a 'good behavior' basis and may be revoked at any time. That furthermore the Dirty Paw Inn is a public establishment and Mirg and Owen shall be welcome there within the same boundaries and rules as any other patron. 3) That Red Fang shall not contact Dakiron Industries regarding Mirg's status, nor shall he encourage or officially permit any Ranger to do so, excepting only if Mirg should violate the terms of this truce. Further, that shall the terms of the truce be broken Red Fang will notify both Mirg and Owen (as detailed below), and will notify them again no fewer than five days before contacting Dakiron regarding Mirg's status. 4) That all items stolen from Red Fang's person, home, or property and in Mirg's or Owen's possession shall be returned within 24 hours of the signing of this truce. 5) That all items stolen from Mirg or Owen's persons, homes, or property and in Red Fang's possession shall be returned within 24 hours of the signing of this truce. 6) That the crescent blade dubbed 'Death Comes Silently' shall be turned over to Owen for safekeeping until such time as it can be returned directly to the possession of Darkpaw. 7) That neither Owen nor Mirg shall take any overt or covert action to denigrate, destabilize, or harm the organization known as the Rangers. That, however, Owen's and Mirg's personal opinions are their own and that so long as they make no attempt to proselytize or rouse public opinion against the Rangers, their right to speak freely shall not be infringed. 8) That Red Fang shall deliver orders to all members of the Rangers that any past warrants, notices, or warnings regarding Owen or Mirg shall be considered null and void. This pardon does not extend to future actions or behaviors, but in the event that this truce shall be violated (as detailed below) no retaliatory action shall be taken by the group known as the Rangers except for actual and meaningful actions which might take place at the time of the violation. 9) That while Red Fang cannot be held responsible for the actions of his comrades in the Rangers, he shall not encourage any violence or aggression against Mirg or Owen in retaliation for recent events and shall post a paper copy of this truce in a visible and public location within his Keep and also in the headquarters of the Rangers (if any) within 48 hours of the signing. 10) That in the event that any of the above nine articles be violated by any of the three signors, the signor who declares the violation shall notify the other two by no fewer than two of the following four means: face-to-face verbal notification, communicator contact, physical letter, or a verbal message delivered by a trustworthy messenger, said messenger to be considered under a flag of truce and not to be verbally or physically assaulted by the one to whom he or she delivers the message. Signed and sworn this Wednesday, March 9, 2657 Red Fang Owen Mirg -------------------------- Message 122 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jul 28 03:15:40 2003 EDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Truce Red sat back in the quiet of the Keep and considered what he'd done. By making this truce, he not only preserved the existence of the rangers but a bit of sanity for himself. The people who asked for his leadership would want him to be responsible and make things a bit safer. Besides, now they could get back to hating the Magick's and other truly dark things. And there was days of drinking to catch up on. Yeah a nice cold beer sounded more than good right now, it sounded very deserved. Plus a drink would do him good waiting to see the reactions from the other rangers. -------------------------- Message 123 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Jul 28 13:44:14 2003 EDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: A Package gets delivered. What a night. Sleep had taken Red when suddenly nenana growled and tang made for his hiding place. Then a knock on the Keep door. Walking out into the courtyard and pushing his way through the gates, Red was confronted by a person dressed all in black and a hood covering their face. In the distance he saw the dark outline of a dragon barely outlined in the night. The mysterious person just shoved a long wrapped bundle into Red's hands and left, not saying a word. Red waited a moment and watched the strange pair leave. Then turning he walked back into his home. Unwrapping the bundle made Red smile. Finally. -------------------------- Message 124 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Tue Aug 5 14:34:33 2003 EDT From: Dante (#10660) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Nightmare of a thousand screams. The darkness surrounding the Adept was palpable, the sheer texture seem to suggest an unseen presence. Calling out to the shadows, there was only a faint whisper of reply. As the figure slowly formed inside a column of magical fire, Dante watched expectantly. A vision of beauty? A siren to call? The figure lured, cajoled, and carressed his yearning. Surrender was penultimate, and yet there was something wrong with this vision. A dream normally spoke of things that were desired, and as the warm flame turned to ice... pain seared the Adept. The voice spoke, then, and only for a moment, did Dante recognize the sheer terror of it. "You are MINE." Awakening to the sound of a scream coming out of his own lips, was not something he was accustomed to. Whatever the cause, his past had come back to haunt him and regardless of the outcome, he was not in control. Steps had to be taken to safeguard his dreams, but even the shadows of temptation were not easily overcome. One way or another, the Adept was not happy and something would have to be done. -------------------------- Message 126 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 6 14:06:46 2003 EDT From: Darandriel (#24644) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Exiled. Dare awoke in the cavern wondering what had happened to her. All she remembered was she had been talking with Owen at the Dingy Paw, when a stranger came in, said, "Boo" and cast a spell. Dara leaves the cavern and eats a vomitous block to help her feel more like her normal self. When she looks in her backpack she notices all but one of her vomitous blocks are gone, as well as all her slisssh droppings are now gone. She wonders if Dante took them or if she just lost them along the way somewhere. While walking through the wastelands to the Nexus, Dara thinks about what happened to her. She thinks, "For me to end up in the Ghost Wheel Cavern...whatever that man said must have killed me....but why?" Upon arriving at the Nexus, Dara meets up with Owen. He looks upset and worried. "Thank God, I found you. Are you alright? Did he put a spell on you?" Dara responds, "I'm okay, I think...least I feel fine, other than I have no idea what happened to me." Owen looking concerned says, "Dante knocked you out and carried you off." Dara panics, "Who's Dante?" Owen replies, "A very dark mage." Dara asks, "Why'd he kill me and where did he take me? Dara shudders and says, "You really think he may have did something to me?" Owen says, "I don't know. One minute you were there, the next he had carried you off. It happened so fast, there was nothing I could do." Dara says, "Please...whatever you do..don't tell Red or anyone. I don't anyone, especially Red to be hurt." Owen looks uncomfortable and says, "I won't, but I think you should. He needs to know that Dante is on the prowl again." Dara says, "So if I don't tell people will be hurt out of ignorance like I was, and if I do tell people may still be hurt but they at least may know what's happening and be able to better prepare." Owen nods. Dara sighs, "Alright....then let's go...It's not going to be easy and I don't want to wait any longer than I have to." Dara says, "Think he'll be at the Dirty Paw?" Owen nods, "Probably, least it's worth looking there first." Owen and Dara go to the Dirty Paw to look for Red. When they arrive, the bar is empty, except for Mirg who is there napping. Mirg wakes up and sees Dara crying. Mirg says, "I haven't even said anything to you, yet." Dara sighs and says to Mirg, "It's not you. It's..." Owen says to Mirg, "Can't you leave her alone for just once?" Mirg asks, "What happened?" Owen sighs and says, "It's not my place to say." Dara smiles weakly at Owen, "It's alright you can tell him." Owen says to Mirg, "Dara and I were talking in here when Dante suddenly appeared, cast a spell which knocked her out, then he carried her off. She woke up in the cavern, so she knows he killed her, but she doesn't know what or if he did anything to her when he carried her off." Mirg shrugs. "Is that all?" Owen growls at the Cat, "You sure know how to cheer a lady up don't you.. you ever think of being a grief counselor?" Red_Fang enters the Bar. After a few moments, Dara says to Red, "Red...there's somethin' I need to tell you...." However before Dara finishes her statement, Mirg bursts out, "Dara was knocked out and carried off, then killed by Dante and she doesn't know if he put a spell on her or not." Red says to Dara, "I thought I told you to run when trouble came." Dara says to Red, "Where was I to go? We were in here and I didn't know Dante was trouble. I'd never seen him before and no one had ever said anything about him before. And really, I do feel fine. I don't think he did anything to me." Red says, "That's how that other girl was too when Dante got her. She felt fine and unknowingly was being controlled by Dante and ended up leading him right to us. Red exclaims to Dara, "You're dangerous to us right now. And Dante can't find out who Owen really is, if he did, it could destroy the world!" Red says, "Only one thing to do..." Red says to Dara, "You need to exile yourself from here, or be quarantined until we find a good, powerful mage that can examine you to be sure you are alright." Although she knows Red is right, Dara cries at the thought of not being able to be near her friends. Red says, "Spend some time hunting and training, Keep in touch by comm and we will get this sorted out hopefully soon." Dara sighs without saying another word, and gets up to leave. Mirg says to Red, "You better give me back my badge and make sure I can get back in" Dara leaves the Dirty Paw. She goes to her home by the fountain on New Genesis and cries. She's angry at Dante for seperating her from her friends and being fearful they will forget her, she calls Owen on her comm. Owen answers and tells her, "Dara, everything will be alright, just hunt and train until Red and I and the others can figure out what to do." Dara speaks to Owen over her comm, "alright, take care of yourself and do me a favor and watch over Red for me....he's strong...but...well...you know how he is." Owen replies, "Ill do my best. You take care of yourself, and try not to worry too much." Dara says, "I won't, Bye." Dara hangs up her comm. Dara thinks...Damn Dante for this...I'm a prisoner and I did nothing wrong to deserve it. Dara rolls over and eventually drifts off to sleep dreaming of one day being strong to where she will be able to defend herself against the likes of Dante. -------------------------- Message 127 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Wed Aug 6 17:54:54 2003 EDT From: Owen (#15637) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Said and Unsaid @spoof "A song in your heart and all that crap." to Owen "Was it worth it?" Owen looked up from his wondering contemplation of the darkly silver blade. "Eh?" "Was it worth it? The leaving, and the wandering, and the lying, and..." He trailed off, making a clumsy all-encompassing gesture with one hand. It always amazed Owen how badly Moonheart moved when not in combat or casting. You would think that an all-wise all-powerful Fae Magus and Blademaster would be graceful and precise in every movement, but outside the controllable confines of battle or magic he was all elbows and knees and too-large hands. Owen shrugged, unwilling to meet the other's eyes. "She's a beautiful blade. And at any rate, what's done is done." "That's not an answer." Just that, and nothing more. Damn the man and his insight, and doubly-damn him for his laconic nature, his ability to say one or three or five words and be finished. Owen breathed words like most men breathed air, they flowed out of him whether he willed them or not. As Moonheart well knew. All he had to do was sit back and wait and sooner or later Owen would start blurting out all sorts of things he had no intention of telling, just to fill the silence. "I don't have an answer. Ask me again in ten years, or a hundred. Maybe I'll know by then. I don't regret it, if that means anything." "It's a start." "I...uh, have to go back soon." It wasn't what he'd intended to say. Moonheart nodded. "I'll give Red your message, and take care of those other things for you." Another nod. "And I'll take care of Pol." Nod again, this time with a wry twist to the mouth as though doubting Owen could take care of himself, let alone anyone else. It was an expression Owen was entirely familiar with, having seen it many times and on many faces in the course of his life. "I, ah, don't suppose you want to tell--" "When you're ready." For all the weariness in his tone, Moonheart cut that question short quickly enough. Another familiar exchange. "I suppose I should go, then." "If you like." "I'll be in touch." "I know." "Goodbye." But Moonheart was already gone. -------------------------- Message 128 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Sat Aug 9 22:34:12 2003 EDT From: Darandriel (#24644) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Dara in Shandryl's tower. So much for finding Red...and being safely at home. Dara muses while she is trapped inside Shandryl's tower. Ceri had said I would be safe...but Shandyl found me easy enough...and now look where I am. Shandryl's sliced off my eyelashes with my own dagger and has taken them both with her. She says I'm to have no contact with the outside world and that I will do their, the Necromackers bidding. I've talked with Owen and with Red...I know they can't help me without further injury to themselves..and Shandryl healed me with magic...so I know she wants me alive and is prolly going to do to me what Dante did to that poor Rialla girl. "I refuse to be anyone's robot." Dara takes her rapier and stabs herself. She dies instantly. The Eagle offers Dara her life back, Dara shakes her head..."I can't this time...there's no place for me to go. I would bring harm to the people I love most if I stayed in your realm and if I were to run from here...I'd be forced to go back to the settlement to which I ran from. I was the only woman there and they all at their leasure took me in their way at their own times. I have no desire to live anymore..so thank you...but no." The Eagle grants Dara her request and she dies, smiling. -------------------------- Message 129 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Aug 18 14:25:25 2003 EDT From: Red_Fang (#5907) To: *storylines (#5236) and *Rangers of the Wasteland (#30453) Subject: Letter to HQ reporting. To: Judge Advocate General From: Commander Red Fang, Wasteland Ranger corps. Re: Report on Commander Elendil and Lieutenant Xrara's resignation. On May 19th, on or about 23:00 hours 2657. Lieutenant Xrara resigned turning in her badge to myself. I was not sure of reasons for this at the time. Later on I was informed she was concerned for security reasons dealing with my home. Which I still found confusing. A argument between Xrara and Mirg turned violent and at that time Commander Elendil resigned as well. Deadly force was used and the civilian recomb Mirg suffered a death at least. Lieutenant Clockwork used deadly force to end a brawl between Elendil and Mirg. Mirg died. Also Deadly force was used on the civilian Owen by Elendil. Reason was not clear. Owen lost personal property but otherwise continued from resurrection with no problems. I took command of the wasteland rangers reluctantly and know that problems between members will arise. I am requesting a JAG officer to investigate and advise on the situation here. I feel the above officers acted against me personally,and without regard to the rangers over all. This being said I look forward to the matter being resolved independently by HQ. Recommendations on location of base of operations and security would be appreciated. Also further law pertaining to mutiny among ranks.. Recommendations on Command structure as well.. I will step aside if this is decided best for the rangers over all. Sincerely, Red Fang, Commander. -------------------------- Message 130 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Aug 18 14:41:32 2003 EDT From: Xrara (#16047) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Ya..right Xrara shook her head. "Idiots" she commented to herself, "and Red right up there too if he doesn't see it. Rangers, he says, calling himself the commander in charge. Hmphh! I sure the hell didn't vote..and I sure the hell am not taking orders from him. I thought this was a group of people coming together willingly, not some militia styled joke. Lieutenant..what the f**k is that?" She looked down at the new hole in her boot, cursing softly to herself, "And the fact that Mirg has any right to say anything about my reasons, being a double crossing freak of a cat, and that Red will listen to his shit, makes me believe Red can no longer be trusted." She laughs then, "Let him do what he wants, maybe hooking up with Kalia will calm him down, lord knows she could sneak into his bed when she wants...but maybe it's Mirg he wants. Hmm..more trust than I have anyway." Eyeing her ruined boot once more she headed to the door, "ELe, Clock and Matt..I know where to put my faith" -------------------------- Message 131 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Aug 18 15:11:51 2003 EDT From: Mirg (#11887) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Fuzzy logic Got to figure out this whole morality thing. Keep getting confused. Not part of my training, not in my genes. Red and Owen keep babbling about morals and ethics and all that crap, so maybe it's important. Will try logic. Stole some paper and a pen from Owen, will make a list: Postulate 1: Riders are bad and evil, Xrara and Elendil are righteous and good. Dragonriders | Xrara and Elendil -------------------------------------------------- * Don't want anyone | * Don't want anyone else coming to their | else coming to their clubhouse or playing | clubhouse or playing with their toys. | with their toys. | * Ride around on big | * Ride around in a big lizard so that nobody | robot so that nobody can reach them and | can reach them and hurt them. | hurt them. | * Call in friends to | * Call in friends to fight their battles | fight their battles for them so that they | for them so that they won't get hurt. | won't get hurt. | * Hang out in their | * Hang out in their clubhouse and have a | clubhouse and get drunk lot of sex. | a lot. Right, okay. It all makes sense now. Riders are evil because they have sex. Xrara and Elendil are good because they drink. This logic stuff isn't so bad after all. -------------------------- Message 132 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Aug 18 19:41:10 2003 EDT From: Elendil (#2237) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Heh Elendil set aside his half-eaten crumpet and folded the newspaper. "Gosh, that rant sure sounded like Owen and not Mirg.. and yet they're always so clearly distinctive otherwise." He adjusted his bifocals and returned to his ancient typewriter, clicking the roller forward and positioning the ancient ribbon over the paper. 'What to write about,' he mused, 'The amazing proliferation of Owen-shaped clones from chargen, each with 95 in every attribute and all averaged stats? Or Mirg's amazing swiss army claws, that sprout a new ability every week in an amazing act of desperation?' Luckily inspiration came in the form of the magical unicorn horn that had sprouted on his forehead overnight. Powered by his recently-discovered magickal fairy blood, the gleaming spire was surely a match for whatever other forced silliness was sent his way. He summoned his eldritch power, hands sweeping upwards and outwards in gestures only known to 931st level Faerie Lords such as himself. 'Om olah olah page Heretic I need a magical supersword make me a faerie udhal ftang' the magical words of power rolled off his tongue as if he was born to them. Which of course he was. But only discovered that recently. Because of the unicorn horn. Or something. Gleaming motes of magickal mote-shaped mote magic swirled around his horn of infinite power, broadcasting his awesome Words of Power to the heavens. *bing* I'm sorry, I'm busy using my new Submariner alt to find seastones. Please leave me a message. *bing* 'Drat,' Elendil sighed, releasing the infinite power slowly, almost regretfully. 'Well, there's always tomorrow.' -------------------------- Message 133 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Aug 18 20:05:36 2003 EDT From: Nny (#25135) To: *storylines (#5236) Subject: Hi Any more OOC/IC line-crossing harrassment in *TP posts and I'm going to start @jailing. Also, possibly, defecating in people's mouths. If you'd like to use the world as a staging ground for various breeds of abuse towards other players, you don't need the game world to do it. You can treat people like shit from Tartarus! Yay! =) This is your only warning. :) Have a nice day. Knee --------------------------