Message-Id: <199806271405.JAA15443@zoom.bga.com>
Date: Sat, 27 Jun 1998 09:05:12 -0400
From: "Quinn@GhostWheel" <someone@ghostwheel.mud.org>
To: quinn@netsville.com
Subject: GhostWheel Message(s) 677 - 715 from *storylines (#5236)
Status: RO

Message 677 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Tue Apr 28 01:27:54 1998 EDT
From:     Willow (#22906)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Lucky is a stupid name for a cat

Willow sighed and rolled over under the small blanket, shivering, even though
it wasnt that cold. She shifted again then finally sat up, finding no sleep
this night. She drew her knees up towards her chest, curling her bare arms
around her covered legs. She listened and could hear the soft sounds of
Griffith coming from outside the tent, the once comforting rhythm of his soft
snores did little to ease her into sleep.
  She lowered her forehead to her knees and closed her eyes. Her lips moving
in a slow mantra, telling herself over and over that things would work out.
Tomorrow, things would be better tomorrow. Everything she needed to straighten
things out would be fixed -tomorrow-.  She sniffed softly, feeling quite sorry
for herself and wondered about getting something done about the witch she met
in the lounge. Perhaps the lady she was meeting in the morning could help...
perhaps.
  Willow sighed, the lady seemed to have some problems about to start
herself...

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Message 678 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Wed Apr 29 21:38:56 1998 EDT
From:     Skywalker (#6644)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Note left tacked to the R/T bar

Wanted: triskelion.  Contact Skywalker.

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Message 679 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Thu Apr 30 23:27:46 1998 EDT
From:     Descendant (#24475)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Hellbent....

The Descendant of Marilyn Manson laughed evilly. Everything was working out. A
new member joined his band. Only one more member left and he could take over
the minds of teenagers and turn them to darkness......where they belong in his
mind.  "Teens are meant to rebel.", he thought, "Take Deiter for instance. he
is the evillist kid I ever adopted....well, the only kid I ever adopted. but
still!" He grinned. This new guy, 'Rhodes' claims to be good. But we have to
see how good. 'I bet he'' killer!', Jimmy Manson thought as he sat in the R/T
Lounge. He took another sip of his drink, eyeing his new guitar, 'Marilyn'.
Soon, I will get to use this beauty for a good purpose other than beating my
enemies with it....' He laughed evilly at his sickening though.....

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Message 680 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Sat May  2 23:15:22 1998 EDT
From:     Micah (#11973)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Waiting

  She stood quietly, staring up at the huge portcullis of the house. It
reminded her of stories of haunted mansions and ghostly mirages. She shivered
beneath her thick cloak, drawing her gaze back to the boy standing next to
her, watching as he continued rattling the locked gate to the yard. No one was
home, so perhaps they could leave. She shivered again, tossing that thought
from her mind. The people in the house knew they had visitors. Her crawling
skin attested to that.
  The boy stomped his foot in frustration and gave a forceful tug to the tiny
gold chain attached to the collar around her neck. The small decorative collar
strained against the force of the tug, threatening to break at the clasp. He
muttered a curse which echoed down the abandoned street, but eased his hold on
the chain, frightened perhaps of not delivering her as he was told. He looped
the delicate braid of gold through the wrought iron of the gate, tethering her
as one would a pet, "Look, girl" he said, "I was paid to bring you here, not
to babysit you" he stared up at the forbidding house and backed away, stepping
down off the curb and onto the roadway. He barked at her, his words rising
high with an adolescent pitch, "Dont be getting no ideas, you hear?"
  His feet carried him away from her, a few steps at first, then he would
stare at her in indecision.  Then quicker, fading as he put distance between
him and the house. He stopped at the corner and looked back at her before
turning and sprinting away.
  She stood quietly, staring up at the huge portcullis of the house. Waiting.

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Message 681 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Sun May  3 22:09:04 1998 EDT
From:     Rathe (#14172)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Posted in the lounge and such

$2k reward for the location and a key or passcode to Toraxyn's cabin in
Drach'Nal.

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Message 682 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Mon May  4 15:43:02 1998 EDT
From:     Kylnaria (#20206)
To:       *storylines (#5236)

Kylnaria was frustrated with Lykaj's lack of decisions.  Everytime she
thought he was going to say something and be honest with her, he stopped
himself.  She wished she could understand him but then he was probably a
man very few people truly understood.
Remembering the library in DarkReach where her teacher, Morpheus, had
taken her many times she headed there.  She knew exactly what she was
looking for when she charged into the room, grabbing the book.  Out of
nowhere she hears, "ahem" as someone flips the pages of a book.  Kylnaria
turns around clutching her book to her chest as she looks the man over.
Taking a few steps closer she asks quietly, "Toraxyn? is that you?"
Toraxyn gives her a small grin, "It's been a long time Kylnaria.  You've
fared well I see."  Slipping into the chair next to Toraxynshe learns of
his ascent in the magical ranks to Adept.
Toraxyn chuckled, "Many would like to take credit for it, but it was only
my own perseverance that the elder magi saw and rewarded.  What about you?"
Kylnaria shrugged to him, "My teacher has been gone and I've been lax in
continuing my studies."
Toraxyn reached out and curled her hair around his fingers, "You have a
gift Kylnaria, don't waste it away being something you aren't."
Looking at him, Kylnaria asked, "Being an ambassador for Shadowguard doesn't
make me something I'm not.  Are you willing to teach me?"
Toraxyn curled his lip in a sneer almost, "You'd have to give yourself to
me my dear."  He leaned forward, his breath caressing over her skin and
lips, "fully to me Kylnaria."
Trembling she looked at him, feeling a shiver of fear move down her spine
as he said, "Tomorrow, at midnight, meet me if you are willing to give me
everything."  With that he walked out.

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Message 683 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Mon May  4 17:22:57 1998 EDT
From:     Shadowrunner (#24490)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Awakening...

The man Rin Jayd, known as Shadowrunner was witnessed by a strange man
darkened by the shadows. As he mysteriously walked the graveyard. Suddenly, a
band of Gravedancers Jumped out and began beating him. Rin Jayd was knocked
unconsious and into a coma, and thought to be dead......
Weeks later, he awakened hungy in darkness. He tried to get up but slammed his
head against hard wood. He began kicking. This was like some terrible
nightmare! Finally, the door flew off, light of the moon flowing on him. Buck
naked. Dammit. He stepped out from the coffin and walked down the road,
careful not to see any eyes or meet Gravedancers. He hurried to his Tent in
Ghostwheel, only to find it was gone. DAMN! He thought.
He snuck to the R/T Building and ran into a room with the replicator. He made
his new attire and weapons. When he went to hunt, he realised all his
practiced skills decreased. He must practice all over again.
He thought about wishing he would have stayed dead. This sucks....

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Message 684 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Tue May  5 22:41:52 1998 EDT
From:     DreamEvil (#21835)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  ...

The screaming again.

   Smashing of flesh against steel against stone echoed down the empty
streets, possibly for the third time in the past hour.  The muted clangor
rolled down the wide alleys, over the shattered cobblestone, through open
windows of decaying towers of concrete and steel, weeds swaying slightly, as
if stirred by the noise alone.
   DreamEvil lay against the matte black rods that contained him for support,
gasping for air and massaging his left shoulder.  He slumped towards the
ground, losing control of the descent, and the unintentionally harsh impact of
the stone drew loud grunts and soft curses.  He tore off another piece of his
tattered robe, a gift from his former teacher, and spit on it, wiping at the
caked filth of grime and blood aging wounds covering his head and face.  And
he mused.
   "I cannot allow you to retain what I have taught you.  It must be taken
away," Dante was saying, his towering form leaning in the shadows of the door
to the R/T Lounge, as if an extension of them.
   My response.  What did I tell him?
   "And what do you choose?" Dante inquired, face impassive.
   My response.  What did I say?
   "That is unacceptable."
   The escape.  The pursuit.  The axe.  The fucking axe!

   And now this.

   He chuckled, glancing about his home for the past few days.  He had not
seen a living thing since he regained consciousness, however many days ago it
was.  Time has its way of slipping into relativity under disorientation and
duress.
   "I wonder if my new teacher has noticed my absence." He mused aloud.  More
chuckling.  Not likely.
   DreamEvil's eyes flashed for a moment.
   "My thoughts will not be taken from me." The words sounded hollow,
though... even to him.  A shiver, tired eyes flaring to life for a moment, but
not from anger.  Not just anger.  A feeling completely alien to his being
washed over DreamEvil.  He couldn't grasp it for what it was, at least not on
a conscious level.  The kind of power that could so completely separate him
from his art left a feeling of helplessness so acute it was indescribable.
Beneath the waves of icy hate, beneath the bitter resentment...

   DreamEvil knew fear.

Smashing of flesh against steel...

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Message 685 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Thu May  7 21:50:09 1998 EDT
From:     Bram (#17137)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Accessing Information Requested

Bram closed to the door to his fathers study, powering up the sitting on his
desk. With a motion of someone who has done this many times before he dialed
into the ShadowFax mainframe.
After entering five seperate passwords at seemingly the same prompt he was
connected.
Bram thought for a moment on what he wished to find out. With the holocaust,
the ease of finding out information on people took quite a bit longer. So much
had been lost in the disaster. After a few more moments of thought he typed in
the following:

Personal Query: Micah
Type of Search: Surface background information

Bram logged off, confident in a few days he would have some information. Even
in the new age, ShadowFax was still very efficient.

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Message 686 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Thu May  7 21:50:57 1998 EDT
From:     Bram (#17137)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Oops

(In case its not obvious, he turned on a computer. Heh.)

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Message 687 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Mon May 11 20:33:58 1998 EDT
From:     Zykk (#21824)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Dooby...dooby doo

Zykk sat alone in a place of darkness, as yet unseen to the others of this
plane of existance. 'If not to kill or to trade,' he thought '...then what?'
His body morphed to a standing position. He rested his hand on his chin.
'There is much to explore, yet so little available... Where to go...' His eyes
glowed a bright red as his body faded and dimmed and dissapated into
nothingness as he completely disappeared.

Bright light from three suns shone down on Zykk as he appeared from
nothingness to stand atop a high tower in the midsts of a desert. The stone
tower below him leaked off darkness and yielded to warmpth as it was it's
primary energy source. Below, the desert was void of any kinds of life
whatsoever. Harsh winds blew past, moving the sands from place to place,
revealing bits of stone in the desert which looked like the heads of
gargoyles. A half mile away to the north, an unexpected warp in time and space
appeared and a voice was heard echoing across the lifeless plane. A deep
booming 'Dooby...dooby do' was heard in all directions, eminating from the
warped fabric of time and space.

What happened next was the destruction of that dimension, ripped apart by the
violently powerful soudwaves. Everything but Zykk himself was utterably
obliterated, and only blackness remained afterwards.

The only reason Zykk was spared was the fact that he himself caused those
soundwaves... How'd you like that for a twisted story?


~Zykk     ;)

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Message 688 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Mon May 11 20:39:39 1998 EDT
From:     Akeashar (#20348)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  But..

Unfortunately the powers of the almight Quinn were too much for Zykk, and the
dimensional disturbance reversed upon itself, leaving it new again.

OOC : Please don't try and invoke god-like powers upon yourselves, thanks.

Ake

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Message 689 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Mon May 11 21:08:02 1998 EDT
From:     Ghostwatch Department (#10454)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Test

This has been a test of the Ghostwatch System update. In the event of an
actual emergency, you would've been told to leave your home and seek shelter.
Such events include nuclear bomb threat, air strikes, and ground assault
forces. Please remain calm, this has only been a test.

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Message 690 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Mon May 11 21:32:05 1998 EDT
From:     Ghostwatch HQ (#10454)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Special Report!

Today a massive hurricane devastated a small island in the atlantic ocean.
Reports are vague, but it seems some sort of strange ship has landed in Toosay
Island as a life boat of sorts. More information to come when more is found.

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Message 691 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Tue May 12 19:38:12 1998 EDT
From:     Abe (#21180)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  quest.. 

Abe sighed as he hefted up his satchel, with four days worth of goods. He
walked to the living caverns, pinning a short note on Brinn's (his teacher)
and Yjezra's curtains to their caves.
the note briefly explains how he met a man with an owl on his shoulder, and
how this man told him of the coordinates in the wastes of where to go, and
meditate for three days, which SHOULD get rid of his curse.
abe scrawled the coordinates on each note, in case of emergencies, and
explained he will plan his trip the next day (ooc: ill be gone
thursday-sat/sun)
Abe headed to the spply closet, to make sure he had all the supplies he
needed... .oO(im gonna pack a LOAD of painkillers, besides, i been able to
handle the pain if i meditated well enough,.. mind over matter and all.. )
He went over to azzie and explained to her where he needed to be dropped off,
and if she could have me checked on at least twice a day, just in case..
after making his preparations, abe went to the Sarkus, and sat on the cold
stone bench to meditate, sensing the powerful magic around him..

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Message 692 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Tue May 12 19:43:40 1998 EDT
From:     Yjezra (#5512)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Quiet

Yjezra wandered through the halls and great caverns of the Aeyrie and thought
it quiet. Where were her old friends? Some of those that resided on the Mount,
residents and friends, even family.
"Devon returned to us,"  she thought, "But where is my friend Valentine? She
has been gone for a long time now."  Yjezra wandered into the guest cavern,
looked at the few resident cubicals.  She pulled the heavy curtain aside and
looked at Vale's neatly made bed. "Her things are still here. I do hope she
has come to no harm." she thought as she let the curtain fall closed behind
her and walked out of the huge cavern.
Walking back toward the living cavern, she heard Elshydrath murmuring to her
eggs. They would hatch soon. Yjezra smiled to herself as she thought of the
new hatchlings that would fill the caverns with joy and noise.

[OOC] Yes, the Aeyrie does have residents, those characters that do not have
to be riders. We have a few up here, but I would like to see more. There will
soon be a hatching, also.
If you are interested in being a resident, or a prospective rider, please
contact DragonBabe or a Rider. If you have some TP idea's, come to DBabe,
please and we can discuss them.
** You will not become a member of Aeyrie life with out RP skills, please read
'Game DragonRider' and the Book in the OOC Air Lounge. Residents must follow
the same rules as Riders.
*hugs* DBabe/Yjezra

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Message 693 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Tue May 12 19:48:47 1998 EDT
From:     DragonBabe (#5288)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Addendum to $

Please @send your request to DBabe. Thank you.

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Message 694 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Tue May 12 19:55:45 1998 EDT
From:     Ghostwatch HQ (#10454)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Abandoned Oil Rig off the atlantic coast!

Numerous reports have filtered in about landing on an outdated and abandoned
oil rig off the atlantic coast. Some say the rig is in near stock condition,
save for no crew members. More reports as they come.

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Message 695 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Wed May 13 06:33:49 1998 EDT
From:     Red_Fang (#5907)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  The fullmoon......


Red woke to a stange sensation.. The hair on the back of his neck stood
bristling and he could feel his heart beating in his chest..  He rose from his
bed and quickly stepped down the stairway to the front door of the cabin and
exited.. There against the black of night rose the fullest moon he'd seen in
years..  Larger than life against the backdrop of tall trees and mountain
peaks..

Its light spilled over the valley lighting everything in a cool grey..
Creatures stirred and he could hear birds chirping noisily protesting the
false dawn..  Something came alive in Red Fang at that moment..


***(( not sure where this is going or what its about just figured I'd post!!
))***

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Message 696 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Wed May 13 21:05:49 1998 EDT
From:     Rathe (#14172)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Tacked to the wall in the R/T lounge

Large sale tomorrow, 8pm. Katanas, shotguns and grenades are among the things
being sold. Poleaxes and even a longsword for sale. Possibly armor.
Sale will be in the Real/Time lounge. Taking both cash and trades.
Rathe
(ooc: 8pm pacific time, IRL)

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Message 698 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Thu May 14 23:33:18 1998 EDT
From:     Rathe (#14172)
To:       *storylines (#5236)

Posted once more to the R/T lounge wall:
For sale.. coreth's speargun, buffalo robes, a battle helmet, and some
speargun bolts... Also one chest that I can't seem to pick the lock on. Seems
to be made of glass.. has some staff and a moonstone in it.. Any locksmiths
out there might wanna buy it.
Rathe

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Message 699 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Thu May 14 23:49:44 1998 EDT
From:     Skywalker (#6644)
To:       *storylines (#5236)

Posted beside that note:
Any found possessing the aforementioned stolen articles will be dealt with by
Skywalker, Huntmaster of Coral's Reach.

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Message 700 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Fri May 15 00:01:49 1998 EDT
From:     Anubis (#22578)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  For sale

1 house complete with living room and study and garden.
1 bed
1 table/chair set
1 switch scythe named "Destiny"

Anubis

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Message 701 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Fri May 15 00:03:17 1998 EDT
From:     Anubis (#22578)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Scythe

Offers under 10k for scythe will be ignored.

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Message 702 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Fri May 15 00:18:50 1998 EDT
From:     Anubis (#22578)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Note in R/T

Everything is sold.

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Message 703 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Fri May 15 12:07:55 1998 EDT
From:     Red_Fang (#5907)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Taxes

Let it be known that Tax collecting time is over..  Anyone who paid thank you
for your loyalty.. Anyone who didn't.. Well.. Expect the worse..

His most gracious lord Rathe ruler of most the known world will be checking
the tally..  I hope he finds you all worthy..

Red Fang..


****>>>>>>>posted in the r/t building<<<<<<<****

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Message 704 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Fri May 15 19:49:15 1998 EDT
From:     Ghostwatch HQ (#10454)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Tax Evasion? You decide

Today Dwight Laurence, Scientist and Owner of Shadowbrook has announced that
anyone who wishes to seek asylum from this so called Tax Collection is more
than welcome to camp out in the city of Shadowbrook. A Direct quote from him
stated [I'll just have to disentigrate anyone who wishes to tax without my
permission on my land.] Apparently his threats were well stated as he
constructed his second laser defense unit. More to come as details progress.

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Message 705 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Fri May 15 19:53:43 1998 EDT
From:     Rathe (#14172)
To:       *storylines (#5236)

Today Lord Rathe, defiler Adept and Owner of most of the known world has
announced that anyone trying to evade his tax collection scheme will be found
and tortured on this side of conciousness, plagued with the blackest creatures
of nightmare if they dare sleep, and damned to the darkest pits of the Abyss
if they seek death's release. Apparently his threats were well stated as he
began construction of a new mass interrogation and torture center in
Drach'Nal. "I believe," Rathe was quoted as saying, "That this new center will
bring appropriate levels of death and suffering to the populace...the children
will love it." What happens next remains to be seen.

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Message 706 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Fri May 15 20:01:35 1998 EDT
From:     Gerald_Hunter (#16547)
To:       *storylines (#5236)

DarkStorm Reach - As Lord Rathe went about the business of thumping
his chest in the face of Dr. Dwight Laurence's announcement,
We at the Wasteland Times decided to ask a one of the
quieter members of the world domination court
Gerald Hunter, his thoughts of the current status quo.

'Well Jean', he states, 'it is quite simple... Think
of DarkStorm like Switzerland...'  When asked if that meant
he would be peacefully neutral, he commented, 'No, that
only means that we do not discriminate against who
we will dismember, torture, and sacrifice to Cz'nathotep.'

(ed. note - Interview was delivered by hand.  Jean's hand, tied
to the tape and throw into our office today via the 5th
floor window.  We, the staff of Wasteland Times, wish to
offer our condolences to the family of Jean Wolfe, and
issue a Traveler's Advisory against going to DarkStorm
Reach...)

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Message 707 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Fri May 15 20:39:13 1998 EDT
From:     Toraxyn (#19315)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Retribution

   A single, black-robed figure stepped in silence towards the quiet village
of Drach'nal.  His steps fluid and even, steadily into the dead center of the
village he moved, normal day-to-day bustle flooding around him.  Children
scamper off across the cobbled paths, and he neatly side-steps them.  They do
not look up, even as he stands before the erected pennant that flaps direly in
a new-found, invisible wind.
   A smoothly gloved hand emerges from the long sleeves of the figure's
shifting robe,  tossing a few grains of sickly purple sand towards the vile
monument.  Hitting the ground silently, they shimmer until they split and
expunge the energy held within in glowing blue shocks of ambient light.  The
wind picks up suddenly, barely disturbing the caster.  The breeze stirs the
very earth in a deep chill.  The ground quavers in reverence.
   Now do people turn towards the obvious disturbance.  Watching in plain
expressions of mixed horror and amazement, the crowd forms around the
emperor's trigram.  Snapping dead in half with a powerful crackle of magical
energy does the work of magicked heraldry fall, giving way to the shimmering
appearance a smooth black obelisk, flecked with black and white marble, and
shaped in an eight-pointed star.
   In the commotion and stun of the crowd, none see the mage slip from the
center of attention, untouched by any wandering eyes.  None see the flash of a
glowing pupil, nor the falling of black hair.  Nor do they hear the rising of
a chuckle, and the words crackling in the arcane, echoing beyond the range of
normal human hearing, "It has begun."


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Message 708 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Fri May 15 23:39:16 1998 EDT
From:     Stryfe (#5113)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  THe OOW's reaction

Stryfe listened to the reports of taxation and new buildings of this or that.
Raising his mug of ale, he said.
Let the party continue."

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Message 709 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Mon May 18 02:27:34 1998 EDT
From:     Abe (#21180)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  the return... 

Abe practically fell off Azzie as she landed on the mount's edge, and
staggered his sunburnt, dirty scratched body into the cave system, clothes
ripped and worn in some places, and extremely dirty.
As he passed through the outer parts of the living caverns, he yelled out
(somewhat deliriously), " IIIMMM BAACCKK!!! " and headed for the dormitories,
muttering about giant slisshes and huge mutant moles.
When abe entered the dorm room, he started peeling off his clothes, and
leanedd forward, falling onto his bunk when he reached it.
Just when Abe's face hit the soft bed, he started to sleep already, thoroughly
exausted.


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Message 710 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Tue May 19 14:00:19 1998 EDT
From:     DragonBabe (#5288)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Fire on the Mountain!

Those Riders and residents that were on the Mount and not sleeping the sleep
of the dead, heard the alarm raised in the middle of the night. Running out to
the ledge they were informed of the fire raging near the top of the mountain,
the dragons referring it to the nest. Upon entering the garden their eyes were
drawn to the inferno in the cleft of the mountain to the north. Most didn't
notice a solitary figure, dark against the light cast by the fire.
Unnoticed by the humans clustered around the garden watching the fire, the
figure raised their cowl, casting their face in shadow and with a silent
movement faded into the darker shadows of the garden.

The fire was visible from the Valley of Drach'Nal. It appeared to rage out of
control through the night. By morning, all that remained was the lazy spiral
of smoke that rose like a column above the mountain to be torn by winds across
the clear skies.

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Message 711 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Wed May 20 04:27:32 1998 EDT
From:     Red_Fang (#5907)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Me Red, You Jamie


Red ordered the kids out of the house to go play.  Then grinning he said to
Jamie, Me Red, you Jamie.  Jamie raised an eyebrow at Red wondering what had
come over her husband.
Red proceeded to strip off his things then had a grand time chasing the
bewildered Jamie about the house..  After catching her, he helped her out of
her things and the two ran off out into the wilderness finding a nice warm
pool in the hot springs. The two made love all night to a full moon and the
noises could be heard all over the forest.

***>>Pretty wild huh.. I had to make it up though.<<***

OOC: coming soon.  Tree village of Yellowstone and Madmax meets Bambi

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Message 712 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Wed May 20 23:03:59 1998 EDT
From:     Rathe (#14172)
To:       *storylines (#5236)

Noises? Jamie's terrified screams of "Help, I'm drowning!", and Red yelling
"GET BACK HERE, YOU UNGREATFUL BITCH"...?

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Message 713 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Wed May 20 23:05:03 1998 EDT
From:     Rathe (#14172)
To:       *storylines (#5236)

err, ungrateful that is.

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Message 714 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Thu May 21 15:22:58 1998 EDT
From:     Ylaerin (#16541)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  OOC Note...

More exciting *tps posts, please!  [And no.. Red molesting Jamie does not
excite me. ;)]

-Jess
/

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Message 715 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Wed May 27 00:41:20 1998 EDT
From:     Pepper (#20413)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  The Doctor and the Witch.

Pepper pressed her ear to the door, listening, the harsh voice of her Master
mixed with sharp squeals of unhumans broke the stillness beyond the door.
Glass breaking, more unearthly screams then nothing, void, a vacuum of
silence.

Scampering towards the bed, she reached under grabbing a small box. Reaching
inside she pulled out a small white rat. She held the rat close to her face as
she glanced fearfully towards the door, the soft fur brushing pleasantly
against her skin. It's tiny heart beating against her fingertips, a ticking,
like the rage beyond the door.

Her grip tightened around the rat as she thought of the woman. The rats
deathly shrieks lost as the image of the witch became real.  The woman's lips
on her Master, her naked body surrounding his as if one. Anger surged through
Pepper, the image pushing her, only the confusing and hate she now held for
this witch was real.


Huddled on the floor, her knees pressed to her chest, Pepper brushed the
mangled body of the rat against her face. Her fingers caressing the tiny head,
now turned, unnatural, it's heart long stopped, unlike the storm, brewing in
the serenity.

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