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JULY 1996. Edited by Patrick Feaster, September 1999.

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To: Multiple recipients of list BlackDragon <[email protected]>

Date: Mon, 1 Jul 1996 00:17:55 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: A Grim Discovery...


  • Simon Knocks on Spectre's Door...*

"Spectre, it's Simon..."

"Again I ask, Shall we put our Differences aside in favor of a common good?"

  • Waits quietly outside for Spectre's answer.....*

SimnFenix


Date: Mon, 1 Jul 1996 01:14:39 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Just cause Angel asked me not to, i *have* to post this....<g>


    • thinks for a sec**

ya know cullen....i might actually br worried IF....i had actually been born a few decades ago <g>

StEvE

Date: Sun, 30 Jun 1996 22:15:56 -0700 (PDT) From: Syl <[email protected]> Subject: an offering to Spectre-


Crysalin sits at her window table in the Inn, looking out to the shadows playing in the darkness beyond the lamplight...her thoughts sensing distress and anger...recognizing the thought patterns of her friend Spectre she sends a thought to him, ~*Spectre my friend, is there any way in which I can help? Do not hesitate to ask me.*~:::::~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.


Date: Mon, 1 Jul 1996 06:21:11 -0700 From: [email protected] (Linda Kordes) Subject: Moonbeam's Rampage


((Following Moonbeams discovery of what has happened to Angel))

Across the Land Animals howl and shriek as Moonbeam flies across the landscape her ethereal form burning itself in those who look upon it. A strong wind crosses Arangoth and Moonbeams frustrations make the ground shake. Finally calming herself Moonbeam begins to think clearly again. Deciding that nobody would be stupid enough to hide Angel and Narisa in there land she flies through a portal to the Sacred Vale.

Help me Gaia, for the ones who I have been sent to protect have

disappeared under my nose.

(A echoing voice)::My child, Posiva, the ones you seek are known to

me and the magic protecting there position upon my worlds is known to me behold the pool and see the knowledge you seek.

Moonbeam looks into the shimmering pool of crystal clear water. Her eyes begin to burn with white fire as images flash across the pool. Moonbeam collapses the ground screaming.

No!......


Date: Mon, 01 Jul 1996 11:21:05 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Interferace.....


((Simon's Post))

  • takes place while and after Dellila used her magic to block any magical

searches for Angel and Narisa**

  • Again, near failure, but, as Simon and Arianeira search for AngelSin,

FireIce searches for the Source of the Blockade, a hazy view of a desert forming... Suddenly, A bright flash, then Darkness hits their united Vision, pounding Simon to the ground, and blasting FireIce from the Crystal that Joins them. Arianeira as well is knocked back from the shockwave.....*

          • Several hours later...*****
  • Simon stirs painfully, looking around with Blurred vision.. Arianeira

remains unconcious on the floor, while Fireice, in the form of Flames, darts from One map to the next, as if recognizing something...*

We failed again, Didn't we, FireIce?

  • Fireice regains her human form....*

Perhaps Not, Simon, Wile ye and Ari were searchin for Angel, I was Searching for the Block between Her anf ye, and may have an idea where they are...

What? WHere?

  • To be Continued....*


((Angel's Post))


Angel survey's her tent..Damnit there has to be something here I can

use" ::She scans the area seeing nothing but a hard cot, a small table with water basin and a small chair...She grumbels "damnit.." She walks up to the flap of her tent peeking out..seeing the big barbarian with his back to her she grins.she thinks to herself *Ok..so I'll use my bare hands to kill the bastard* ..she backs up a bit and prepares to attack...As she is about to pounce a blinding flash of Black and white energy hits her tent surrounding it and herself..she falls back from the blast::

"What in the nine hells!?" She moans.

She sits herself up shaking her head::
She places her hand on the amethyst gem:: "Godz my love..if you can feel

me...hear me....come find me and Narisa.."

She sits on the sand in her tent rubbing the gem as she thinks of her

husband..now for the first time since her capture..she breaks down in tears::

      • In another area****
Narisa kneels by her cot praying::

<w>Please by the godz protect my sister and her child she carries..and protect all Arangothians from these heathens...and...::Her voice cracks as more tears fill her eyes:: Please take care of Spectre, let him past the gates into paradise for he was truly a good man and doesn't deserve an eternity in hell..tell him...tell him I will love him forever and avenge his death and never again choose another....::She stops speaking for a moment...her throat almost closing from the lump in her throat:: tell him...I will see him again some day......Amen

Just then a black and white blast hits her tent knocking her over::
Narisa moans and gets back up on her knees. She looks up as though

looking up to the gods. <w>Spectre! ::She begins to weep again conviced the blast was a sign of her beloved letting her know all would be well.

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Date: Mon, 01 Jul 1996 11:36:25 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Dellila's Delima


Dellila not being able to find Xandur that night heads back to her own

camp:: <m>"Damnable luck..I wonder where he is..the sooner I deliver the two sisters to him the sooner I shall have power...ah well...I shall find him tomorrow"

She Arrives at her camp and unmounts her horse tying it to a tree near a

small pool of water..the horse immediatly ducks it's head and drinks the water::

She walks over to the fire that is beginning to go out as daylight rises::

"Now, to do something about these little petty magicians that keep interfering...obviously my spell isn't quite strong enough"

She sits indian style before the fire and closes her eyes. She begins to

chant and suddenly the wind begins to howl...the fire before her starts to renew it'self as the flames begin to grow. Defening screams and moans shoot out of the flames..the fire reaches some 20 feet straight up into the air and Dellila opens her eyes..now changed from violet to piercing red::

"I ask for help my master...protect them from any attempt of magical interferance" She whispers into the fire..

A voice booms from the fire:: "AND WHAT WILL I GAIN? WHAT REPAYMENT SHALL

YOU DELIVER DELLILA?"

Dellila winces knowing what the voice speaks of:: "I my master will

deliver to you the usual payment.." She doesn't care what it will cost..she needs her plan to work::

The voice bellows:: "VERY WELL DELLILA. BUT BE READY WHEN I CALL"
She lowers her head making a bit of a face:: "Aye master I will be ready"
The Fire shoots straight up into the sky turning into a comet and blasts

off toward Arangoth...It lands as an invisible force and surrounds the land and all those with the magical ability to discover the whereabouts of the sisters::

Suddenly the flames release down into the pit and it is quiet again..

Dellila opens her eyes now back to thier normal color. She grins:: "A small price to pay for what I will recieve in the end"

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Date: Mon, 01 Jul 1996 12:13:27 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Dellila's Delima


((Simon's Post))


  • In FireIce's castle, Simon and FireIce again use their combined power to

search the Desert, not for AngelSin, but for the Blockade, looking for the Blind spot that keeps them from AngelSin... Suddenly, all view of the Desert is blocked, but, not by the same power...*

"What the Heck was that?"

  • FireIce looks around...* "We're being blocked... But, not by the same

Power as before, this one is Greater...."

"We do have their General location, though... It's time we paid a Visit to his Majesty.."

  • Simon and FireIce depart from FireIce's hidden castle, and head for

Castle Black... Simon knocks hard on the Door..*

  • THUD!* *THUD!* "Emperor Simon Horus Phoenix to See his Majesty, King

BlkDragon! It's Important!"

  • Simon sends a thought to BlkDragon to get his attention*


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Date: Mon, 1 Jul 1996 14:13:42 -0500 From: [email protected] (Cullen Stevenson) Subject: Re: Just cause Angel asked me not to, i *have* to post this....<g>


Hmm that is a problem. Okay here we go.. his mother made a clone of Mario at birth. One she let on the loose..that one eventually killed dozens of people. The other she send a couple decades into the future, becoming you. Simple explanation!

--- Cullen Stevenson "See this? This is a plain, ordinary human liver. But it's mine, you can't have it!"

                          - The Kids In The Hall


Date: Mon, 01 Jul 1996 17:25:32 -0400 From: Ash <[email protected]> Subject: A short note ooc


I would like to say that my new pc Erica is evil and she will be mean to you and attack you and probablly laugh at you if you are hurt and that it is TOTALLY IC.. so plese don't msg me cussing me out or let it hurt your feelings and think i'm a totally mean person.. (which someone has already).. because she's just like that and its ic. :) btw fyi: Erica is a drow banshee and she's a typical drow.. not like all the nice ones in the inn she has all the drow prejudice about males and other elves and generally dislikes everyone but Scarecrow who she is affiliated with in more ways than one as you can tell if you've seen them.. so just letting you know that.. and that I don't like these whole inn plot things so none of my pcs will be invovled in the Asyri/ Queen kidnap stuff.. just a personal thing i stayed out of the inn in the two we had before.. but i am staying this time so please don't ask my characters about anything dealing with that because they will not know whats going on.. thanx! and have a WONDERFUL DAY! :)

this has been a public spamming by the mun of:

Skylar/Bailey/Myn/Erica... :) wow and i didn't even have more than on pc for 4 1/2 months.. hehehehe.. :)

~* Ash *~


Date: Mon, 1 Jul 1996 14:48:04 -0700 (PDT) From: Syl <[email protected]> Subject: While the Angel's Away the Mice are Mine


((this is forwarded from Jul`Kair since he cannot seem to send to the mailing list)) >X-Sender: [email protected] >Date: Mon, 01 Jul 1996 16:25:58 -0400 >To: [email protected] >From: [email protected] >Subject: While the Angel's Away the Mice are Mine > >::::::::::::::::::Directly after the Ball....AngelSin and Narisa >disappeared...this is now known, but the following isnt:::::::::::::: > > > From the Shadows, Jul`Kair peers out...spying the royal Guards as they walk >make their rounds thru the castle....he studies their movements, >easily...and then when the moment presents itself, he steals across the >courtyard into the main Hall... > > Jul`Kair, stares blankily into the darken corridors...moving easily and >silently, that warrior/assassin moves quickly to each door, listening for >the motion and speech of children.... > > Finally he finds the room, he sets a small charge of blackish powder to >the door...and places a small cord into it, he lights the cord, and watches >the cord burn slowly....from an alcove to the side, then suddenly the large >oaken door shatters to asunder with an explosion that rocks the very >foundation of the castle....he curses himself slightly..<thinking>::Damn, >too much, oh well...cant cry now..::::: He lunges into the room, coming up >into a ready position with daggers drawn as two guards rush him from out of >the smoke....children and woman can be heard screaming in the background.... > > Jul`Kair rolls to the side, inflicting a minor wound to the groin of one >guard and parries the attack from the other....he then quickly pivots, and >slides the dagger directly into the spine column of one guard, opening his >back straight up....Jul`Kair barely notices the other guard's attack as it >slices thru his left leg, opening an artery...his own blood now spills >across the floor along with the one dead guard...Jul`Kair shifts his weight >quickly to his other leg as he releases a cloud of blinding Sand into the >eyes of the other guard, and then slices his throat open.... > >:::Jul`Kair hears the motion of the Nanny trying to usher the children to >safety:::: > > Jul`Kair pivots again, sending one of his ebony rose daggers straight into >the belly of the Nanny...then Nanny screams from the sudden pain, and faints >from the blood lose.....Jul`Kairs, uses the longsword of a fallen guard as a >crutch...and moves slowly over to the children of AngelSin and >BlkDragon......:::thinking> they are fools to think their children >safe....hehehehe:::: > >Jul`Kair tosses sleeping sand into the face of the children and they quickly >fall asleep and offer no resistances in their capture....Jul`Kair then pulls >the shadows around himself quickly....taking the children with him....to Asyr > >::::Jul`Kair curses himself lightly about losing the one dagger...damn >shameful, almost feel as a new borne assassin...sheesh:::: > >Jul`Kair places the children in a secret place till he can figure as to how >these small children can benefit him in the long run......Jul`Kair removes >the darken Sunaj armor as the Rift closes behind him....and the vision of >Altantis and the children fade from view...... > >He tends to the wound and uses natural herbs to speed the healing process >and to ensure that no inffection sents in...as he moves again thru the >shadows out across the Asyr Desert to Sun`zen's Pyramid of the Rose that now >resides in the Asyr*Desert...there he regrow another ebony rose dagger and >places it in the empty sheath....and then looks out from one of the balcony >of the Pyramid as the Sun begins its journey up into the sky...just for a >moment feeling small compared to the its brillance........... > > >********************************************************* >-Sun`zen(former Sunaj) >{I'm am just a Simple Gardner, who enjoys removing a few "weeds" from the Lands} >Champion of BattleFest '96 > >Reality is a nightmare from which we can only awake from when we are living >our True Lives in Cyberspace.......Long Live the BlkDragon*Inn in all its Glory. > >-starcry(aka. Stefhan) >-in life we have only the friendship and respect of out peers, for with out >that we are really alone, and we cry in the night, to see a falling star and >wish to it, that we grow and become better. > > > >~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.


Date: Mon, 01 Jul 1996 14:50:47 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Re: While the Angel's Away the Mice are Mine


Damnit...I SAID FOR PEOPLE TO ASK BEFORE THEY JUMPED INTO THIS PLOT.. I told Sun before that the children were sent off far away where they would be safe before the war happened..Angel and Blk had agreed to this..The children weren't even in the castle or ANY castle for that matter..the children are NOT EVEN IN ARANGOTH!!!! SOOOO EVERYONE IGNORE this post it is NOT valid and the children are safe with a family friend.

NO ONE KIDNAPPED THE CHILDREN.. Please note do not even POST anything to do with this story unless I or Spectre or Xandur ok it OK?!


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Date: Mon, 1 Jul 1996 14:58:53 -0700 (PDT) From: Syl <[email protected]> Subject: Jul`Kair etc......


PLEASE DISREGARD THE EMAIL THAT JUST WENT OUT...THAT DID NOT HAPPEN YET...OOPS MY BIG MISTAKE...SHEESH!~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.

Date: Mon, 01 Jul 1996 19:08:38 -0500 From: Jimmie Bragdon <[email protected]> Subject: Definitions


Just to make something clear:

Do : To perform an action Not : Negation, cancellation Put : To place Yourself : The reader, or person being spoken to Into : Go inside, become part of This : The thing being spoken about Story : Tale, relation of events Without : Not having, not doing Asking : Gaining permission First : Precluding all else

I hope that clears things up.




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Date: Mon, 1 Jul 1996 21:08:38 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Definitions


Birdie-man....that had to be the funniest damned thing ive seen all day...i know how everyone rags on people with short, really meaningless, letters, but hell....i thought it was funny....and since when have i ever followed the mainstream ways of rules? <g>

StEvE

Date: Mon, 1 Jul 1996 22:13:35 -0500 From: [email protected] (Cullen Stevenson) Subject: Re: Definitions


Suddenly feels an amazing sensation of enlightenment:: Why.. its all.. so

clear now!


>Do : To perform an action >Not : Negation, cancellation >Put : To place >Yourself : The reader, or person being spoken to >Into : Go inside, become part of >This : The thing being spoken about >Story : Tale, relation of events >Without : Not having, not doing >Asking : Gaining permission >First : Precluding all else > >I hope that clears things up. > > > > > > > ========================================================== > // Jimmie Bragdon | [email protected] | /\ \\ > \\ User Administrator | www.io.com/~jimmie | / \ // > // Illuminati Online | | / () \ \\ > \\ ============================================= / \ // > /________\

--- Cullen Stevenson "See this? This is a plain, ordinary human liver. But it's mine, you can't have it!"

                          - The Kids In The Hall


Date: Tue, 2 Jul 1996 08:12:57 -0400 (EDT) From: "Samuel Lee Cotrell Jr." <[email protected]> Subject: MoonDiver mun

     Brightsun's mun and MoonDivers family will be picking up MoonDivers

mun at the airport tonight . She is do back from France at 7pm EST . She may not get to IRC for a feqw days as her sister crashed there computer on thursday and it is in the shop still being worked on.




                                Brightsun the Mage 
                                Sam the Mun

Brightsun and Mun


Date: Tue, 2 Jul 1996 08:28:08 -0500 From: [email protected] (Cullen Stevenson) Subject: Connor PC


just to clarify.. Connor rarely if ever rp's like connor macleod. I just rp this cool guy.. you know..armani suit.mirrored shades =) Usually when i RP a certain thing..its a vampire..

--- Cullen Stevenson "See this? This is a plain, ordinary human liver. But it's mine, you can't have it!"

                          - The Kids In The Hall


Date: Tue, 02 Jul 1996 09:01:15 -0700 From: Quickning <[email protected]> Subject: Post names of the Asri (Long version)


The BLACK Dragon Inn :::
       The tension in the inn was intense.  The room was thick with 

worry. Quickning sat at the bar "That ambush has set us on edge." She looked around the inn at all the haggard faces. Her glances were greeted by nervous and suspicious glances. Quickning shook her head sadly "The Asri are winning the psychological war. They have us jumping at our shadows. Seeing enemies everywhere . . . " Just a night ago she and her friends were victims to the Asri paranoia.

       Loendal was mistaken for an Asri and stabbed in the back by 

Kazeel. She and some of his dragon friends had taken offence to put it lightly. Loendal was newly a father. Quickning couldn't bear the thought of Ember growing up fatherless. She teleported behind Kazeel and struck him down. Her blow struck true but not true enough. Kazeel turned, stabbing her in the chest with his blade, one made of silver. Quickning shudder at the memory of silver piercing her flesh, the burning pain. Despite all the healers, like Aystan's work she would have died. If it hadn't been for DarkDrago removing the silver fragments....

       She let the thought trail off, there would be plently of time 

for thoughts of death as the war progresses. She had to think of a way for all this confusion to be avoided. Perhaps a wanted poster, printing all of the known Asri names. Quickning stood up and went to Horace, who was the bar keep for this eve.

       "Horace," Quick asked "Do ya have pen and parchment handy?"
       "Aye." Said Horace. Then he went work cleaning some mugs.
    Quick sighed loudly "Well can I barrow some?" Horace smirked and 

retrieved a paper and parchment from the behind the bar. Quickning took the pen and parchment. Then blinked. "Uh Horace, do ya have any Ink?"

    Horace gave her a sly smile. "Weeell, there's the rub...Ink will 

cost ya." Quick rolled her eyes and paid Horace a silver. Once Horace had gotten the out the ink she set to work.

She wrote: To Warden OneStab

    Would you please post the Names of know Asri. That may ease some of 

the tension in the city of Arangoth. This will be for the higher good of Arangoth as well as the patrons of the BLKDRAGON inn.

                        Arangoth Forever,
                        Storm Quickning.
                        (Insert a big flourish here )
    Quickning capped the ink well and returned it to the Bar keep. 

"Will you see to it that Warden OneStab gets this when next comes in?" Quickning asked Horace, "It a matter of importance to this Inn." Horace nodded.

    Quickning turned to leave when she heard the bar keep clear his 

throat. She turned to face Horace once more.

    "There is the matter of your ....bar tap. I know you have money 

young Quick. Seen you ...er shall we say working..." Once again that evil smile curled his lips. Quickning paid of her bar. "And remember...I roll the dice..." With That She paid a bit extra and left before Horace could extort more money.



>From the Stolen Pen and Twisted Mind of Quickning

Date: Tue, 02 Jul 1996 09:03:01 -0700 From: Quickning <[email protected]> Subject: For OneStab (short version)


Would you please post the Names of know Asri. That may ease some of the tension in the city of Arangoth. This will be for the higher good of Arangoth as well as the patrons of the BLKDRAGON inn.

                        Arangoth Forever,
                        Storm Quickning.
                        (Insert a big flourish here )

Date: Tue, 02 Jul 1996 11:16:21 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: See no evil..hear no evil...BE evil


Dellila slips into her tent::

"Ah after meeting the little chit's luv Spectre, my plan may take a bit of a turn.."

She thinks of the information she gathered that evening..managing to

introduce herself to Spectre and watching the chaotic state between he, Simon and Trigon. She saw the determination on Spectre's face to find Narisa and for a moment started to slightly worry.::

"He could prove a serious interferace in my plan" she sits down on the little chair befor the dingy mirror and begins brushing her long hair. She smiles at her choice of dress for that evening.

"I'm sure I could bed the little twit in no time..he can't possibly care that much for his little princess." ::And THEN..she thinks..**I will slit his throat ear to ear and eliminate him**::

"Ah yes..this will work nicely...now the King...I still havn't seen him back in Arangoth...he will be my biggest obstacle..<m> never killed a Black Dragon before..and I don't know how easy it will be to bed him, my looks are of course not matched by any in the lands...<m>except for that damnable Queen"


She looks in the mirror:: "Mirror Mirror on the Wall..Who's the...((oh

wait..wrong story sorry!)) ((Rewind))

She looks in the mirrow caressing her hair:: "Ah Dellila, you ARE a

brilliant! In time I will have all the power I need...and then it will be mine"

She chuckles wickedly as she stands and walks out of her tent::
    • In Angel's tent**
Angel sits on her cot clutching the gem around her neck thinking::<w>He'll

be here.....soon...

Her eyes slightly bloodshot and dark circles under her eyes from little

sleep...she surveys her tent once more:: "I've got to find Narisa damnit..by the godz she better be ok"

From the shadows::"Tsk tsk..resorting to talking to yourself now Queen?"
Angel looks up quickly with a glare:: "Don't ye ever knock?"
Out of the shadow slithers Dellila:: "Ah..ye look so tierd your

highness..ye really should get some sleep...::She saunters over to the small table:: I see ye havn't eaten a bite either.."

Angel looks up at her, her eyes narrowing:: "What so ye can poison me?"
Acts insulted:: "Why your majesty..I wouldn't think of such a thing! for

NOW your better use to me alive then dead. Though the latter CAN be arranged if you so choose to make things difficult for me"

Angel turned away not looking at her. Deciding if she ignores her she'll

go away..She hadn't eaten..not since the ball and she felt like she would starve...she wanted to eat the meal but really was afriad it drugged or poisoned...though it wasn't good to not eat..it was worse to put her child within her in jeapordy::

Dellila saunters over towards the opening of the tent:: "I'll have the

guard bring ye some fresh food..ye really should keep up your strength for Xandur. <w>he's got quite the appetite for the female flesh" ::Laughs and slips out::

Angel Blanches:: <m>over my dead body....and his


    • In Narisa's Tent**
Narisa lays on her cot staring at the sandy floor..her face pale..her eyes

red from tears...her dress beginning to slip off her shoulders for she was losing wieght..she too had not eaten..not out of fear of poison but for loss of appetite...her stomache and heart ached to much to eat..::

Dellila walks thru the opening of the tent:: "Ah the little princess pines

away for her dead love..tis such a shame"

Narisa look up..."why are ye doing this? How could ye be so cruel? Ye

must have a kind heart..don't ye know this is wrong.."

Dellila throws back her head in laughter:: "Oh little princess...Ye have

much to learn of the world...not all are pure and innocent as ye" ::looks at Narisa disgusted..she didn't like the queen but she hated this little waif...to pure...to damn innocent...to damn...dangerous::

Narisa rises off her cot looking at Dellila:: "Please...I beg ye.." ::She

walks slowly to Dellila:: "Please at least let my sister go" ::she rests a hand on Dellila's arm a sudden shock running through Narisa::

Dellila winces in pain and she rips her arm away from Narisa:: "Don't

touch me ye Bitch!" ::She hisses::

Narisa looks at her hand then at Dellila very confused:: <w>"I..I didn't ...."
Dellila reaches her hand back then pointing at Narisa as a bolt of red

energy shoots from her fingers slamming into Narisa throwing her back 10 feet and onto the floor knocked out::

<m>Little bitch ::She rubs her sore arm::

She glares at Narisa slumped on the floor and turns on her heels and

stomps out of the tent::


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Date: Tue, 02 Jul 1996 12:12:31 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Gain strength...THEN attack


Angel paces around her tent and the guard suddenly enters..she stops to

glare at the beast..he stands about 7 feet and is a huge man..his hair long and scraggly and his teeth probably never cleaned in his entire life. He carries a large platter of food: "What the the hell do ye want?" she snaps

The guard walks in and sets the platter down on the small table:: "Da

misstress says ye's tae eat sumthin"

Angel frowns:: "I don't want it..go away and take that platter with ye"
The guard crosses his arms across his chest:: "Da misstress say if ye

donnae eat she is goin tae skin me..now eat or I'll force ye meself!"

Angel takes a deep breath looking at the food:: "You taste it first..I

won't be poisoned or drugged"

The guard shrugs:: "Fine" He takes a bit of the bread and eats it..then a

piece of apple then a piece of meat etc..::

he chews it all up and swallows smiling at her:: "'appy?"
Angel sits and watches him for awhile..satisfied he wont' drop or die she

lets out a sigh:: "Fine..I'll eat it..go.."

The guard frowns:: "Da misstress said I was to make sure ye ate every bit

o' da food"

"GET OUT! I'll eat it damnit now leave me!" ::She bellows:

The guard sighs and nods and leaves the tent::
Angel looks down at the food..her stomache growling..:: "For the child

Alysia...for Blk's child...gain thy strength for when he comes for ye.."

She sits down and attacks the food::
She thinks as she eats the food ravinously:: Hell, prepare room.... They

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Date: Tue, 02 Jul 1996 14:35:31 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Shared Nightmares and Shattered dreams...


Angel leans back totally stuffed to the gills:: Godz I didn't realize

how hungry I was"

She yawns and decides to try to get some rest...rest builds strength, with

strength comes freedom she thinks::

She stretches out on the cot and closes her eyes...she falls almost

instantly asleep::

Enter..the Dream

She's standing on a hilltop covered with green grass..the warm springtime

wind blowing against her face..she looks down and sees Blk and the children.. Orion and Andromeda are running circles around thier father as he holds Timinion in his arms...he looks up and sees his wife..he waves and Angel decends down the hill quickly:: "MOMMY!" ::The children cry as the run towards her..she reaches them and embraces the two toddlers... then they settle down next to Blk and the baby:: "Blk" she whispers. ::He smiles and slips his free arm around her waste kissing her:: "Hello Luv" he says softly. "Godz I missed you"

She leans down to kiss Timinion as he sleeps....Then suddenly Timinion is

gone from Blk's arm..she looks up quickly and instead of Blk it's Xandur::

"Greetings Your majesty..ye will soon be mine" ::He grins evily::

Angel gasps and frees herself from his grasp..she whips around to get the

children which are no longer there. "Orion! Andromeda! Timinion!!!! BLK!!!!!" She screams as she runs up the hill, Xandur right behind her..her breath quickining..her heart slamming against her chest she reaches the top of the hill...on the other side of the hill stand her family..Blk, timinion, Andromeda and Orion..She begins to run for them suddenly the sweet soft grass below her feet turning into sand..she watches in horror as her family stand looking at her not moving but sinking into the sand.."NO!!!" she cries, trying to move but sinking herself...she gets sucked down under breathing sand into her lungs::

Just then Angel wakes up screaming..sweating and crying..she looks around

her quickly...tries to catch her breath and weeps:: <w> "Blk please hurry luv"

Narisa Lays in the corner of her tent..her cheek down in the warm sand she

still being outcold from Dellila's blow..::

ENTER the other dream...


Narisa is kneeling down in a large Cathedral..praying. She looks around

her as all of Arangoth are in the church with her..Father Kylus motions for her to stand... she rises and makes her way to the podium...looking behind it she sees a casket..her heart races...she reaches the casket and looks in..Spectre lays there in the same outfit he wore to the ball..No wounds showing he looks as if he were still alive..she leans over the casket..tears rolling down her face and landing on his corpse:: <w>"Oh spectre..tis all my fault..if ye hadn't gone to the ball with me and I hadn't taken up so much of thy time..ye may have been somewhere else and this would have never happened.." ::She covers her face with her handkerchief ::

The corpse opens it's eyes::"Hello luv"
Narisa jumps and looks at Spectre sitting up in his coffin..then she faints::
Spectre climbs out of the casket:: "Your making a habit out of this luv"
He leans down and lifts her..she wakens opening her eyes...looking at

him:: <w>Spectre..

She gathers in her surroundings..she isn't in the church anymore..she's in

a bed chamber and he's carrying her to the bed:: "What happened? I thought you were dead" She cries and he lays her down on the bed::

"Dead?" he chuckles..."No luv...I wouldn't miss my own wedding"

She looks up at him in shock:: "Wedding?"
He crosses his arms:: "To late luv..you already said I do" ::He laughs as

he sits on the bed::

She grows estatic:: "Oh! Then the kidnapping! The war! twas all a dream!

Oh spectre I'm so happy!!"

She throws her arms around him catching a glimps of her finger...a wedding

band fitted over it..

he mumbles something to her and she leans back looking at him:: "What did

you say?"

He smiles:: "I said wake up"
Suddenly Narisa opens her eyes..looking sideways at the wall of the

tent..a guard stand over her:: "Wake up missy..ye be catchin yer death o' cold layin there on the sand...ye been layin there all day and it's getting dark out besides it' time to eat"

She moans as she sits up slowly:: "What?" ::She looks around..then lowers

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Date: Tue, 2 Jul 1996 17:56:22 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Gain strength...THEN attack

  The little apple piece looks up to Angel in fear....he watched as his

brother apple was chomped down by the other man in horror and now knew his time was up.....

 "it wont be so bad...im sure...one little cruch and...*sniff* itll all be

over..." it thought as he felt the guard place the tray down by Angel...

  Never going to the apple school like his mother tree had always suggested,

he couldnt understand the human speech...he had grown up on a rough branch and hung out with the bad apples....but now, he knew what was going on, even without hearing the couples wording....

 The woman seemed pretty mad...like when he found out he had a worm

once...so, in the simple mathematical equation of an apple, he just assumed Angel had worms...

 The man apparently, was undoubtedly an apple assassin...why else would he

be so cruel to eat one of the others then become intent on making the woman eat him and the rest of his brethren?

 Its thoughts were interupted when his form whooshed from the plate and into

a cave, surrounded by stalagmites and stalagtites (yeah, so im no geologist and i cant spell 'em right) and the cave grew darker in a split second....

 "Hey...this aint so bad" he murmered as he felt the warm, damp air around

him...well....it wasnt that bad until Angel's teeth tore him into bits, mangling his outer skin and swallowing his torn remains into a pool of acid in her stomach, the apple screaming in agony....

                                             ThE EnD

((sorry for intruding on your story without asking Angel, but i just had this really strong impulse when i read that one to write a quick little story =) hope ya didnt mind...)) StEvE

Date: Tue, 02 Jul 1996 15:01:41 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Gain strength...THEN attack


Mun wipes away her tears of fluffin laughter::..oh my god..my boss

wondered why the hell I was sitting at my computer laughing my ass off.. THAT dear Steve is a keeper!! LOL..It's ok that you jumped into this story since your character "The lil' Apple piece" died anyway..ROFLMAOPIMPX1000!!!!!!!


>((sorry for intruding on your story without asking Angel, but i just had this >really strong impulse when i read that one to write a quick little story =) >hope ya didnt mind...)) >StEvE

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Date: Wed, 03 Jul 1996 01:24:49 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: Hell hath no fury..................


Dellila reapears in her tent..panting heavily::
She shakes with fear and anger:: "DAMNIT! DAMNIT TO THE HELLS AND BACK!!..

WHY Why didn't I just stick to the original plan?!!?!

That evening she had gone to the Inn..and met the King Blkdragon...in his

preoccupation she had slipped a potion into his drink and brought him outside to seduce ...then KILL him::"That potion was strong enough for 20 men! How could he have fought it?!!?"

She had him outside..she had him in a compromising position..she was ready

to succeed in her diversion and he broke the spell:: "HOW?!.. he's more powerful than I thought.." ::she shoves the table over breaking the mirror:: "That bastard! damnit..how did he get me with that spell?!"

He had enchanted her with a truth spell..she let him know that she had his

wife..and sister in law..she even told him they were in the Asyr desert...:: "Damnit!! That witch! I'll kill her! I'll kill them both!!"

She storms out of her tent::

(Angels Tent)

Angel sits trying to break the leg off her cot to use as a

weapon..::"Damnit let loose" She had spent the better of the evening trying to find something for a weapon...her trusty sword now gone she couldn't just get away with her fists..she needed something to deliver a fatal blow..

Then tent suddenly flashes about her and dims....then lights up again. She

looks up.. "hmm.. more lightning"

she goes back to work..suddenly dellila comes storming into the tent

screaming like a banshee:: "YE BITCH YOUR GOING TO DIE!!!"

Angel jumps up not able to free the leg of the cot.. She blocks Dellila's

blow:: "I see ye've met my husband" She grins

Dellila stops dead in her tracks:: "HOW did ye know that?!"
Angel Grins:: "Ive seen that look before ...though it usually lays upon a

face in death"

Dellila glares at angel and suddenly backhands her:: Aye..I've met thy

husband...and tasted a bit of his pleasures to... " . growls at Angel

Angel leans up off the floor wiping a bit of blood from her mouth:::

"Obviously it left a bitter taste in thy mouth "

Dellila glares at angel ready to strike her down dead::

"I thought ye wanted power Dellila..I thought ye needed us to gain such" Angel trying not to grin and to stall for time..

Dellila seethes then stops herself from striking angel:: "Aye..your

right...tis time..I'm taking ye two scum to Xandur now!"

Dellila calls her guard....she NEEDS to get rid of them..Blk and Spectre

will be at this campsite soon...and she cannot fight Blkdragon and Spectre alone..not even with the power she has:: "Chain her from hand to feet, we are leaving NOW"

The Guard, not without a bit of struggle with Angel chains her feet and

wrists and drags her out of the tent::

Dellila stomping in front of them she mounts her horse..The guard pushes

Angel Forward::

They ride...well Dellila and the guard do for about a mile...

They arrive at a smaller camp where a small tent sits..a guard standing in front of it..

"Hail mistress" he calls

"yea yea get the little waif and chain her up...we are going to the Asyr camp tonight"

The guard nods and slips into the tent..a short time later he comes out

dragging narisa by a chain around her neck....her wrists and legs chained as well::

Angel sees Narisa her eyes widen:: "NARISA!!"
Narisa looks up:: "ALYSIA!!"
Narisa starts to run towards angel but the guard yanks her chain back and

she falls back coughing::

Angel growls at the guard:: "YOU'LL DIE FOR THAT ACTION ALONE!!"
Dellila rolls her eyes, her patience worn thin:: "WE GO NOW! Ye two had

better keep up"

Dellila and the guards ride off into the night..dragging Angel and Narisa

with them. They arrive at the Asyr camp at sunrise..Angel and Narisa both exhausted...the chains ripping into thier skin with each pull..they must have walked 50 miles thru the night.. They hadn't spoke much..Angel instructed Narisa to keep quiet..until they were alone..Dellila dismounts her horse and walks up to the Asyr guard:: "I'm here to see Prefect Xandur"

The guard nods:: "Aye M'lady he's expecting ye"
She looks at him curiously:: "he is?" shrugs and slips into Xandur's tent

She sees him standing in his large tent overlooking some maps..his back to her. "G'morn M'lord" she purrs.. I come baring gifts"


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Date: Tue, 2 Jul 1996 20:53:14 -0500 From: [email protected] (Cullen Stevenson) Subject: re: apple story


looks jealous:: Well, *I* didnt think it was that funny. I thought it was

cruel.

--- Cullen Stevenson "See this? This is a plain, ordinary human liver. But it's mine, you can't have it!"

                          - The Kids In The Hall


Date: Tue, 2 Jul 1996 23:18:33 -0600 From: [email protected] (OneStab) Subject: Tyntigal's Revenge


(( A piece from an AOL author :D ))

sitting quietly, his anger rising as he listens to Tyn's story of what

happened to the horses. His eyes lowering when he realizes that her beloved Pithian was also taken.. Without hesitation, he decides to help her make them pay for for what they did. A grin crosses his face as he and Tyn discuss their plan. "tis verra easa fer me t' do Tyn'...an' they t'will nay 'ere be expectin' this" He reassures her that he wants to help, then stands, kissing her on the cheek. Tucking the maps provided by Tyn into his pocket he smiles..:::

"I'll do it right now Tyn." 
Shifting to falcon, he flies out the window, soaring high into the sky,

his wings carrying him with all the swiftness of the perigrine falcon that he is. His flight taking him over the ocean towards the storms his senses tell him are there. He flies behind the storm, his body glowing as he calls upon the natural powers of Nature.. of the wind his ancient father gave him. Taking control of the storm, he redirects the wind pushing the storm clouds in a zig-zag pattern, creating a confusing path designed to hide the storms true origin and to conceal the powers that brought it to its destination.:::


 :::Shortly before Nearing the border, he slows his flight, far below the

rains impede the progress of some force of horses.. Tyns? he presses on.. the stress of keeping up with the 100 mile/hr winds showing in his movements. The blue glow around the falcon, hidden by the colors in the sky, he continues to push the clouds over the border and stopping it just inside the Asri Border.. The torential rains and winds ravage the area, stirring up the sand, quickly flooding the area turning the sand into a death trap of quicksand, washing out roads. ::::

 ::: far out of sight, never entering the land of Asryi itself.. staying

away from any mage he senses.. moving from place to place landing only for brief moments.. safely away from the storm, he stays through the night holding the rain clouds over the area. With the dawn's light, he releases the wind, allowing it to go as it will; setting the clouds free. Weary, he flies off slowly, ... the morning sun soothing on his sore body as he heads home to Rhydin.:::

Date: Tue, 2 Jul 1996 23:59:13 -0600 From: [email protected] (Xandur) Subject: Back at camp


Xandur's temper grew shorter and shorter as the maddening rain pounded down on his tent tarp. Without the full strength of the Black Covenant, his mages were barely able to dry the ground enough to keep the siege engines from sinking.

"Zantoth!" Xandur bellowed.

The soaking magelord ducked underneath his Prefect's shelter. "What, Xandur?" Zantoth replied without his usual respect. Xandur glared at him silently a split second to remind his subordinate of his manners. "Prefect, forgive me. I live to serve."

Xandur lifted his chin. "Report. What, or who, caused this weather.. and how long until we are underway again."

"The storms are natural by all accounts, My Lord. Showers are uncommon even in Arangoth this time of year, but they do happen. Most our mages busily aid the soldiers. By heating the soil, a suitable path is maintained.. the march continues."

"But slowed impossibly, Zantoth. I planned to be at the walls of Castle Black before week's end. At this rate, we will be lucky to gain SoulDeep before RangerBlue's troops arrive." Xandur rose from his seat, standing over his assistant. "Magelord, this battle will be much less certain if the Wardens successfully reinforce the Arangothans. Every moment we waste sunk in mud is another our enemies have to prepare. I want the rain stopped. Now."

Zantoth bowed, seething in private at his commander's unrealistic request. The triumphant cry of a hawk soaring invisibly overhead mocked them all.


Date: Tue, 2 Jul 1996 23:54:36 -0700 (PDT) From: Syl <[email protected]> Subject: While the Ruatha's Away the Mice are Mine Cc: [email protected]


From: [email protected] X-Sender: [email protected] Date: Tue, 02 Jul 1996 23:37:02 -0400 To: [email protected] Subject: While the Ruatha's Away the Mice are Mine

During the Night....the following happened while Lord Ruatha was at the BlkDragon Inn
:::::::
From the Shadows, Jul`Kair peers out...spying the royal Guards as they make their rounds thru the castle....he studies their movements easily...and then when the moment presents itself, he steals across the courtyard into the main Hall...
 Jul`Kair, stares blankly into the darkened corridors...moving easily and

silently, the warrior/assassin moves quickly to each door, listening for the motion and speech of children....

 Soon he finds the nursey and also can hear the speech of what sounds to be

the Princess hereself along with the Nanny....he ponders his luck....and to ensure no worries over his action, quickly dons the Sunaj Armor he recovered from a fallen brother of his......

......placing the final piece on, he activates his tattoo's to ensure his own safety above all else in this matter....Using his keen eyesight, gifted from a tattoo, easily spots the two guards down the hall....and with silent but quick steps approaches both from behind...ramming a steel rod into the base of both of their heads....easily lifting their dying corspes, and placing them in a nearby alcove.

 Jul`Kair sneaks his way up to the door of the nursery and with a simple twist of the handle, the door quickly opens....and shuts as he now is inside of the nursey....the Nanny lets out a brief squeal of shock.....as Jul`Kair releases a dagger directly into her gut, with the flick of his wrist.....the Princess, Menolly stands near her child...her utter disbelief at seeing a Sunaj Assassin standing in her own castle...
 Menolly speaks clearly, "How dare you, do you know who I am!?!?!"
Jul`Kair removes the helm....and Menolly's eyes fade from anger to complete

shock as she sees it is...............Sun`zen, her own friend......

 Sun, speaks "Do not trouble yourself over the manner of which I am here,

only Know that you and your daughter are now my prisoner till such time as I will determine"...."Do not attempt and trying to raise an Alarm, fore we both would not wish to see more of your own guards lie dead tonite, Now do we?" Menolly can only shake her head...still finding it hard to believe what she sees. "Menolly, This can be easy, or you can die....the choice is yours...wrap your daughter up, and speak not a single word or you will see your own daughter die before your own eyes...Understand?" Again Menolly can only shake her head in response. and quickly does as Sun tells her so, and in a matter of moments.....Sun opens a Rift and they are all transported out of the BlackFens Castle........

Sun`zen curses himself lightly about losing the one dagger...damn

shameful, almost feel as a new borne assassin...sheesh::::

 Sun`zen places the Menolly and Myn her daughter  in a secret place till he

can figure as to how he can benefit from this in the long run......Jul`Kair removes the darken Sunaj armor as the Rift closes behind him....and the vision of Menolly, and Myn fade from view......

...as he moves again thru the shadows out across the Asyr Desert to Sun`zen's Pyramid of the Rose that now resides in the Asyr*Desert...there he regrow another ebony rose dagger and places it in the empty sheath....and then looks out from one of the balcony of the Pyramid as the Sun begins its journey up into the sky...just for a moment feeling small compared to the its brillance...........

he ponders for a moment.....shameful to bring Kaejo such bad news......he

chuckles slightly.....just shameful::::::::::

-Sun`zen(former Sunaj) {I'm am just a Simple Gardner, who enjoys removing a few "weeds" from the Lands} Champion of BattleFest '96

Reality is a nightmare from which we can only awake from when we are living our True Lives in Cyberspace.......Long Live the BlkDragon*Inn in all its Glory.

-starcry(aka. Stefhan) -in life we have only the friendship and respect of out peers, for with out that we are really alone, and we cry in the night, to see a falling star and wish to it, that we grow and become better.



Date: Wed, 3 Jul 1996 03:49:12 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Gain strength...THEN attack


    • bows and junk**

many thanks for the praise....it only goes to show you, that im in my best form when i run off of 2 hours of sleep, a box of little debbie snack cakes, and a 3 liter of Dr. Pepper.....<g> *sigh* back just like old times again ...

StEvE

Date: Wed, 3 Jul 1996 08:14:41 -0600 (MDT) From: Stef <[email protected]> Subject: In the Keep


Rhiannonn smiles as she gazed up at the stormy gray heavens.

"I wonder how Xandur fares now that his almighty feet are getting soaked" she mutters to herself with contemptuous amusemement.

Feeling a healthy kick to her ribs, she quickly glances down and sighs, placing a hand over her swollen abdomen as if to calm the child within.

"Soon little one...we are leaving...OneStab's wishes be damned. Your rightful place is in Asyr. Over my dead body shall you EVER be raised as a Lorillian...or worse..a sympathizer."

For the thousandth time, Rhiannonn felt the strange emotion of helplessness more so because her condition made her move awkardly, rendering escape very difficult...otherwise she would have been gone long ago. What irked her was that OneStab knew this too and his obvious lavishing upon her and lack of security only added further insult to her pride. He knew fully well she could not go anywhere until the child was born. There had to be a way...

Rhiannonn once again glances up at the malevolent clouds and thinks of her Prefect and the land she had once served so loyally under his thumb. No love was lost for Xandur. If he thought she was easily replaceable..to be disposed of in such a careless fashion...to resign herself as a mistress of a Lorillian--Rhiannonn had to wince...such thoughts sickened and infuriated her. What mattered now was that the Black Covenant..the source of her power as with all DarkMages of Asyr..was no longer accessible to Asyr..or to her. She looked down at her all-too-familiar tak'him and smirked. Xandur no longer had power of her..through these shackles of ruthless control placed upon her wrists. But such loss of power also meant escape was much more difficult..she could not rely on it as she could in the past. If she could've..OneStab surely would have been dead a hundred times over since he captured her and placed her in this gilded cell.

This new sense of freedom empowered Rhiannonn...she had an alternative to regain some of her magic--of course not nearly as strong as that offered through the Dark One..but it would be enough. If only she could leave here to reach it. And oh yes...then she would be back in Asyr. And Xandur WILL know the full power of a woman scorned..and her greatest triumph will be hearing his pleas for a quick death and her victory hearing him scream in pain at her feet as she delivers the final death.

A plot started to form in the back of Rhiannonn's mind...

Hours later, as she rested on the elaborate canopy in the room, she was smiling to herself once again.

<w> "All I need to do is escape little one..and we shall be back in Asyr--and back in business *very* soon...you can count on that.."

And she waited for nightfall.

"We're all mad here..."--Cheshire Cat

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Date: Wed, 3 Jul 1996 10:03:24 -0500 (CDT) From: Kathy Stracener <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Gain strength...THEN attack


GAWDS Steve... when I read the lil apple thing... *GROAN* sheesh ya know you should REALLY get some sleep... you are starting to scare me big time.... I mean SERIOUSLY scare me... adn that bit about you being an alien.... ::runs and hides::

       Tarma

>**bows and junk** >many thanks for the praise....it only goes to show you, that im in my best >form when i run off of 2 hours of sleep, a box of little debbie snack cakes, >and a 3 liter of Dr. Pepper.....<g> *sigh* back just like old times again


Date: Wed, 03 Jul 1996 11:07:44 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: TO SYLVIA!!!!!!!!!


The lights dim as the curtain rises...Angel's Mun stands on the stage with

the spotlight on her. ((NO I'm not gonna wear the tight dress for this one!)) The meistro taps his wand and the orchestra starts to play::

Angel's mun breaks out in son:: "THERE"S.....NO business like SHOW

business like NO business I know!!! ::Holds out her arms as she dances accross the stage::

Suddenly Steve comes running out on stage with a large bullhorn and

directors cap:: "CUT!! NONONONON! Your singing the wrong song!!" ::He whispers into her ear::

Andie blushes and nods to Steve:: "Ahem" ::the orchestra starts again::

~/o Happy Birthday to You!! Happy Birthday to You!! Happy Birthday dear Sylvia, aka Petal aka Chrysalin <sp> aka Chryss aka Menolly, aka godz knows who elllsssseeeeeeeee...~/o ::Takes a deep breath:: ~/o Happy Biiiiiirrrrrthdayyyy toooooooooooooooooooo Yoouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!

The stadium is silent..only the chirping of crickets can be heard... "Hello?" Andie covers her forhead looking into the crowd.."Well, she ain't even there!"

The orchastra all turn around in unision::
The miestro aka Kaejo/Mickey speaks up:: "Um...she's off getting drunk

somewhere...I think we started the show early...she won't be here till later"

Angel fumes and turns to Steve who is coming back out from the side of the

stage:: "I GOT ALL DRESSED UP FOR THIS AND PUT ON MY BEST PREFORMANCE AND YOU GOT THE WRONG TIME?!!? YOU IDIOT!!" ::She stomps her foot and storms off to her dressing room::

STeve shakes his head:: <M>Diva's

Steve then looks at the empty audience and the orchestra. He gets a sudden idea..:: "You all stay here, be ready to play!"

He runs off stage::

ticktockticktockticktockticktock

The Orchestra sit in the pit getting restless then finally the spot light

shines onto the center of the stage..Clicking heels are heard on the stage and suddenly STeve is in the spotlight...He's dressed in a long tight Satin baby blue dress with a long red feathered boa around his neck..His heels quite high, the reason him having a bit of difficulty walking...::

He looks down at Kaejo and whispers for him to have the band play

something. Kaejo Rolls his eyes and nods :: <m>not this again

The band plays. Steve breaks out in dramatic movments and begins to sing

in a low sultry femalish voice::

"I..wanna be Kissed..by YOU..just YOU..and nobody else but You!" ::Swings his hips to the left:: "I wanna be kissed by You..alooooone...Booboopydoo!"

This goes on for several hours as the band is forced to play all kinds of

wierd crap for the director as he preforms. Suddenly word has it Sylvia is in the theatre..Steve finishes his show and runs off to the side.. and goes to Andie's dressing room:: "She's here show starts in 3 minutes!"

Andie opens her door quickly and glares at him:: "ARE YOU SURE?!"
Steve nods and runs off to get ready. Angel huffs then closes the door,

then opens it again looking in Steves direction as he disapears backstage:: <m>What the hell was he just wearing?!" ::She shrugs and slams the door..the star on the dressing room drops revealing "Janitor" on the door..

The curtain closes as Sylvia comes down the isle and takes her seat in front::
The orchestra begins to play and the curtain is drawn..on the stage is

Angel in the center, Blkdragon,Ksuandira,Rue,TheRaven,Silvan,Horace-,Daedil,Dulcina,tarma,Killian ,Elfchild,Kinneas,Jyhad,Onestab,Narisa,SirRaych,Raist,Kylus,Thornspyke,Mysha ,Pendrake,al`thor,priss,Quickning,Aelanna,Vandal,Rangerblue,wyrnblue,zester, yegg,zero,Stalker,Sun`zen,weretiger,trigon,balfamor,jewlina,FireIce,SimonFen ix,Stagg and the rest of the cast and crew ((Sorry if I missed anyone))

The all break out in song:: "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO

YOU!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR SYLVIA!!!" ::Someone is way off key and people look around:: "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"::Music real loud big dramatic ending::

Everyone takes a bow::

CUT!!!That's a wrap!! ::Steve yells thru his bullhorn..but when he looks around..everyone is gone.. only the sound of crickets...Steve frowns and walks off:: 12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)~~ Her Royal Majesty | AngelSin | Queen of Arangoth | @---}---}--------- |


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Date: Wed, 03 Jul 1996 11:13:41 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Shared Nightmares and Shattered dreams... (fwd)


FireIce paces about her office expecting Simon any moment.. her pale blue eyes reflecting back at her in the mirror as she stops to ponder.. she shakes her head annoyed "When do they go away.. when!" She sighs a bit her mind going back to the night before.. When she Simon and the other lass tried to locate AngelSin, he looking for the Queen.. she the person or persons controlling the block against them.. her eyes turn to the darkened sky . she smiles a bit knowing it is bright and balmy above the mist.. only she cannot see it.. "Aye.. ye di well ta hide yerself behind a curtain of mist.. be warned ye canna hide ferever though".

She sighs a bit as she continues to pace.. there is something lurking behind her mind.. an image.. one that is just barely out of reach, and yet.. so close.. Again she closes her eyes and sighs.. trying to reach the image

yet unable to.. She turns from the mirror and walks to her desk hoping 

Simon will be there soon.. maybe he has an understanding about all that has happened she has not thought of.

She coughs softly.. and thinks of another new face.. the wench she met in the Inn.. Dallila... her mind recalling all the events.. how the woman spoke, what she said.. something not sitting inside Fire quite right about the lass..

ENTER SIMON...

Fire Ice smiles as Simon enters..

"Well met Simon.. tis about time ye got here. I thought ye may have gotten lost or somethin.. Not like ye dinna kin yer way here well enuf.. " Fire smiles and waves him into the room.. her reproach softened by a smile her blue eyes upon him.

  • Simon walks over to FireIce...*

"Hmm, Still not feeling well, FireIce? Anyway, with BlkDragon here now, we should have a better chance at finding AngelSin. After all, he is closer to her than I am, even if I did resurrect her a while back..."

  • Simon sits in a nearby chair, pondering with a furrowed brow...*

"FireIce, I'm still uncomfortable with that Dellila person.. She is Way too close to BlkDragon too soon..."

  • FireIce smiles to Simon, smiling..*

"Simon, Ye ken as well as I that she is Nae a Person tae worry about.."

  • Simon looks back at Fireice, curiously...*

"Normally, we have agreed on these types of things.. WHy is that now changed?"

  • Simon again looks into her blue eyes, remembering they are normally

Violet, and wonders if this Color change has anything to do with her change in behavior?*

FireIce and SimnFenix

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Date: Wed, 3 Jul 1996 11:34:51 -0700 (PDT) From: Syl <[email protected]> Subject: Re: To Syl


Oh god!! thanks!! That gave me the biggest laugh ever...mostly cuz it was soooo much the way I picture you guys!!!~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.


Date: Wed, 3 Jul 1996 15:30:55 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: TO SYLVIA!!!!!!!!!

 Ya know....i always hoped there was noone else in the world that even

slightly resembled me....now that youve copied me with such precision, i see that i was horribly wrong.... <g> wow queenie....didnt know you had it in you...of all the people to impersonate me, you actually did a good job...heheh...but, now that we are on the topic, do you really think blue is my color? ive always preferred green, it brings out my eyes

  • blinkblinkblinks* heheh...

StEvE -- the now not-so-one-of-a-kind =/

Date: Wed, 3 Jul 1996 12:56:32 -0700 From: [email protected] (Aliastra Gaia Archrelar Amon) Subject: None


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Date: Wed, 3 Jul 1996 13:05:25 -0700 (PDT) From: RangerBlue <[email protected]> Subject: Death of OverLord Cc: [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],

       [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],
       [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],
       [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],
       [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],
       [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],
       [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],
       [email protected], [email protected]


He reads again the battle reports from the Asyr incursion, and once

more scans the casualty lists. Long hours he had done this already in his darkened study at Taigenath. Men and women died, more widows and orphans in the land. Their arrival in Arangoth was the harbinger of death and pain for innocent people, as their old enemy dogs them ever..driving them from land to land.

Blue goes to a another small table in the study, covered with maps, time tables, TOEs and other instruments. Supplies, caches, regiments prepositioned, alliances, ships. A year's worth of constant planning.

"Damn", he whispers, "So close, another few months at most. Weeks more likely.

Slowly, he gathers it all up, rolls it together and tosses it in the fire of his study.

"Forgive me Loreil" he chokes, "You must wait...a little longer."

In the brightening light of the flaming OverLord plans, Blue sharpens a quill and writes:

Warden Order 37241 96/367-02

 To: All units, Warden/Loreil forces

1. Effective immediately, the plans for OverLord are cancelled.

2. All units not currently engaged, shall transport by the swiftest

  means available to location named "Anvil" in the lands adjacent to
  Arangoth.

3. Once there, units will fortify and wait further orders concerning

  defense of the Kingdom of Arangoth from Asyri incursion.

4. Dragon Riders of the 12th, shall begin immediate aerial scouting of

  the Arangoth/Asyr border areas. Under no circumstance are hostile
  force engagements authorized.

5. All mystic/mage activity to be restricted only to shield and

  protect the Anvil forces with the exception of the Prometheus
  operation. That shall continue as planned.

6. These orders to be destroyed after reading. May god show us all his

  infinite grace.


RangerBlue Wrynnet Blue Sovereign of Loreil Soverain of Loreil First Warden Baroness of Taigenath

sealed under the rising Star of Loreil
:

Wryn had entered as he wrote, and without a word signed her name to the orders next to his before the seal applied. She picks them up and then hands them to Captain Bekus, their adjudant, who had been waiting by the door. He takes them to be attended to.

Blue looks at Wryn's eyes, and his own start to become quite bright. His chest heaves in a deep convulsion, to be instantly swallowed back in that way only men do....when they refuse to weep. His face works hard while she watches a moment, knowing herself the turmoil within. The light in the study dims, as the plans for the liberation of Loreil, turn to ash in the fireplace.


Date: Wed, 3 Jul 1996 18:03:32 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> cc: [email protected], [email protected], [email protected] Subject: Wedding Final Notice



Tonight at Midnight, EST, Simon Horus Phoenix and Lady Viskaya shall be United in Holy matrimony.. The Service will be held in #FenixCastle and Kylus will be presiding. This Invitation extends to ALl Citizens of Arangoth, Loreil, Asyr, and All surrounding realms. At No time will Any instigation of Combat be allowed. If Anyonr attemts anything, ((Assasinate a guest, assasinate the Bride or Groom, Kidnap any guest or Bride or Groom, Etc.)) THey will be Forcively Ousted from the Castle entirely by the assigned Guards.

Thank you all in Advance, Hope to see you all there.

Simon Horus Phoenix, and Lady Viskaya


Date: Wed, 3 Jul 1996 18:14:15 -0500 (CDT) From: [email protected] (L.Sawyer) Subject: okay did it work


earlyer i spoke to angelsin about how the list won't work fo rme so i tried something angelsin said would work and i wanna see if it works so can at least somoene mail [email protected] if they see this oh and juts to add somthing to the list and sence people don't know this stagg was killed by maznafein even though i didn't expect it he didn't use any god PC moves or anything like that so he is dead dead=dead which is why i have been stilling around as not stagg until i find insperation in a place that is always the same (my house) and yes my grammor does suck mostly cuz i don't care enough to bother wich it when writeing stuff like this


Date: Wed, 3 Jul 1996 16:23:05 -0700 (PDT) From: Syl <[email protected]> Subject: Follow-up


From: [email protected] X-Sender: [email protected] Date: Wed, 03 Jul 1996 14:59:19 -0400 To: [email protected] Subject: Follow-up

Jul`kair stalks thru the shadows, till he finally sees the BlackFens Castle once again....this time he knows what to do....

 During that night, Jul`Kair managed to scale the walls of the Castle,

bypass each of the alarms set up thru out the castle to prevent exactly what he is trying to do now....

 Jul`Kair encountered each guard seperately from any other, and using the

power of surprise and a sharp dagger slit the throat of each guard he encountered...leaving a trail of blood and gore behind him....he manages to see the his final target, one of the Honor Guards to Kaejo Ruatha....and with sudden surprise he manages to take the guard down quietly and quickly...., the Guard merely unconcious at the moment, he steals thru the main hallway with the guard firmly over his shoulder.

 Jul`Kair arrives in the main grand Hall, where the Lord of the Castle

would sit......and it is here, he sets the guard up, in the chair, and disembowels him completely....using the guards own intestines to tie him to the chair....and too ensure the guard lingers on for the entire night, sets three potions of magical healing nearby as they slowly drip their contents into his wounds, healing them, and then the wounds slowly reopen again....the guard come in and out of conscious...moaning lightly....

 Jul`Kair, then sets the dagger with the message firmly into the padding on

the other chair, where Menolly would sit...Jul`Kair reads over the message once more, just to ensure it says what it needs.....

  Lord Ruatha of the BlackFens;
           The Clan of the Sunaj, bid you Good Day....we hope, that your

are Aware that we are now in possession of your Wife and Child....you will join the Asyr in secret and aid them in any manner that they wish, for if not....you will recieve the head, brains, and intestines of your child first, and if you fail again, then your wifes....Do not disappoint us, and tell no one of this, or we will surely have some fun training ur child and wife as Sunaj.

                                                         Your New Allies.


Jul`Kair ponders it for a moment.....hmmmm, sounds good enough, hope he

buys it.....

Jul`Kair quickly moves back thru the castle and back to the outer walls,

where he once again, scales the walls, landing silently on the outer walls....he snickers for a moment..."Almost too easy...oh well....back to the Inn, for the coming Fireworks or the next few nights".....

-Sun`zen(former Sunaj) {I'm am just a Simple Gardner, who enjoys removing a few "weeds" from the Lands} Champion of BattleFest '96

Reality is a nightmare from which we can only awake from when we are living our True Lives in Cyberspace.......Long Live the BlkDragon*Inn in all its Glory.

-starcry(aka. Stefhan) -in life we have only the friendship and respect of out peers, for with out that we are really alone, and we cry in the night, to see a falling star and wish to it, that we grow and become better.


~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.


Date: Wed, 3 Jul 1996 19:43:35 -0500 From: [email protected] (TRM Pendrake and Mysha) Subject: Alliances


Unto TRM Arangoth, the Honourable BlackDragon,and AngelSin,and the Good People of the Realm of Arangoth come greetings and salutations from Pendrake,Rex Caern Rhia, and Mysha, Regina Caern Rhia:

Noble Cousins:

It has come to Our attention that the borders of Your fair lands, lands which once We called home,lands to which We still owe an allegiance and fealty of heart, have come under the attack of the Asyri. It is thus Our wish at this time to formally declare our alliance,and allegiance to Arangoth,and to place at your service any and all resources We hold. While our fighting force remains depleted due to the recent events which brought Us to the thrones, pray know ye We hereby place them at your beck and call, as well as make available to you any supplies We hold of which you may have need. We, Our forces, and Our personal house stand ready to join with you at your request.

By Our Hands, this day,

Pendrake Mysha Rex Caern Rhia Regina Caern Rhia

Date: Thu, 04 Jul 1996 17:38:08 -0500 From: Jimmie Bragdon <[email protected]> Subject: Sure is quiet in here...



  • The mun sticks his head into the empty mailbox*

Hello?...ello?...lo?...lo?....? Hmm..mm.....mm

  • With much difficulty, he manages to get it back out*

Hmmm...it's too quiet in here...what to do...

  • Spies an unopened package of Black Cats on the shelf and grins, Grabbing them

he runs out the door.*

Later....

  • He walks up to a black, metal mailbox with some writing on the side, it reads,
"LOTTS" Opening it up, he places all 200 firecrackers inside, and lights the

fuse, giggling maniacallly. He runs off as the firecrackers explode, each with a loud metallic ring to it.*

Hope he wasn't sleepin' ;)



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Date: Thu, 4 Jul 1996 22:26:43 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Sure is quiet in here...

  StEvE *would* react to the explosions, but he was too busy pouncing

through fireworks and getting the hell burned out of him...now he comes in to check his mail and to brush off the ashes and charred pieces of his shirt and shorts....the next morning, he walsk to his mailbox, seening poor Milfred the Mailbox torn asunder by someones reckless and sick sense of humor....as he crumples to his knees he looks to the sky, screaming out the only person who could have dont this...

 "JIM-MMMMIEEEEE!!!!!!  WHY?!?!  WHY?!?!"
 He falls to the ground weeping over Milfreds remains....
 

Date: Thu, 04 Jul 1996 22:37:44 -0400 (EDT) From: "Hudson's Petting Zoo" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: TO SYLVIA!!!!!!!!!


That was me off key.. Raych


Eric Hudson, mundane of Sir Raych Kjeldoran IV [email protected] [email protected] - ICACCS Big Mac, Felafel, and a side of fries. -James Taylor, "Slap Leather," 1991



Date: Thu, 4 Jul 1996 22:13:35 -0500 From: [email protected] (TRM Pendrake and Mysha) Subject: *sigh*


Oooookay....

Now that all the fireworks are over, is anyone else as bored as I am???

Wake up people..someone do something! PLEASE!!!! OR I'll be forced to molest Pendrake! :)


  • huggs*

Mysha!


Date: Thu, 4 Jul 1996 22:15:02 -0500 From: [email protected] (TRM Pendrake and Mysha) Subject: RE:*sigh*


The first person that actually DOES something,and stops her from molesting me is DEAD MEAT! 8)

Pendrake


Date: Fri, 5 Jul 1996 00:11:24 -0400 From: Dave Crampton <[email protected]> Subject: RE:*sigh*


>The first person that actually DOES something,and stops her from molesting >me is DEAD MEAT! 8) > >Pendrake >

  • Dave sits in front of his computer and chugs Dew and types....

Whoops, I did something. Heheheheh...

  • Dave runs for his life....tossing cans of spam behind him....

-- Dave Crampton AKA Dark Vampyre

"The Blood is the Life" - Dracula "Blood is like wine..." - Bush "I don't know how to be bad at being bad." - The Vampire Lestat "Call me what you will....." - Metallica "That's just one of my names...." - Bush

Dave's too cool Web Page - http://www.msu.edu/user/crampto3/ The #RedFang Bar's Web Page - http://www.msu.edu/user/crampto3/RedFang/


Date: Thu, 4 Jul 1996 21:13:09 -0700 (PDT) From: Syl <[email protected]> Subject: RE:*sigh*


At 10:15 PM 7/4/96 -0500, you wrote: > > >The first person that actually DOES something,and stops her from molesting >me is DEAD MEAT! 8) > >Pendrake >

gets out her video camera and heads over to Mysha and Pendrake's apartment to record the ummmm fun :::::::~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.


Date: Fri, 5 Jul 1996 00:31:46 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> cc: [email protected], [email protected] Subject: Happy Independence Day!



  • Staggering from their castle and still Grinning from ear to ear with

their Honeymoon, Simon and Viskaya join Fireice out in the courtyard in front of the Castle, the ground covered with hundreds of round tubes, strings extending from them all to one central cord. As one, they strike the Biggest Match in the world, and watch as the fuses burn into the tubes, running for cover in the Castle throne room at the last second. Suddenly, the Skies of Arangoth, Asyr, and all the surrounding realms (I can't remember the names of them all) are Blindingly ablase with Multiples of Every Form of Fireworks Imagunable, and a few Magic types of Simon's and FireIce's concoction..*

  • Simon takes a deep breath, then shouts...*

"Let this Display Serve as an Example of What Independence Day means Not Only to the Earth Realm, But to All Kingdoms of THis Realm as Well! We are All Free to Live As our Own nation. We Have the Right to Live as Different People under Different Rulers, And, When Oppressed, We Have the Right To Rise Up and Fight Back Against Anyone who would Oppress our Nations!"

  • Viskaya smiles to her newlywed husband...*

"Well Spoken, Love..."

  • Simon looks towards Asyr...*

"I just hope it did not fall upon deaf ears...."

  • FireIce places a reassuring hand on Simon's shoulder.*

"I dinnae believe Any ear was Deaf te thine Words, Simon..."

      • Over in Asyr...***
  • Xandur and Zantoth see the Asyri skies ablaze with the Fireworks from

Arangoth, then hear the Air Ring with Simon's words...*

      • At the Arangoth and Asyr War Camps...***
  • Asyri and Arangothian alike look skyward, remembering what it was like to

live as separate, independent Kingdoms, do they yearn for an End to this war?*

      • At the Prison camp where AngelSin and Narisa are held...***
  • Dellila finds herself caught off-guard by the Fireworks from Arangoth,

then growls deep as Simon's words echo over the realm...*

"Damn! Doesn't that Stubborn Arse Know when to give up?"

  • ANgelSin and Narisa peek ou from their tents, seing the Fireworks as

well, then hearing Sinon's echoing speech.. AngelSIn turns to Dellila*

"Like my Husband, and like Spectre, Simon also does not know the meaning of the words `Give Up.' Even if you Kill us, He will Not stop until All oppressors of Arangoth have been sent back in Defeat, or destroyed."

  • Dellila spins Angrily to AngelSin, then stops, wondering if maybe, just

maybe Simon really is more of a threat than she figured?*

((No, this is NOT a Part of the Plot, But, I felt it was appropriate on this day we Celebrate our Country's Independence to give us all, Asyri, Arangothian, and all peoples a reminder of what we face, and what we are fighting for...))

SimnFenix, FireIce, and Viskaya.

((Please don't be mad, Andie, I had to do this.))

((FireIce, Thanks for helping me have an Enjoyable July 4th!))

((Laura, Happy Independence day, to the Mun of my Wife!))


Date: Fri, 5 Jul 1996 00:54:29 -0500 From: [email protected] (Fadi and Rainault) Subject: RE:*sigh*


> > >>The first person that actually DOES something,and stops her from molesting >>me is DEAD MEAT! 8) >> >>Pendrake >> >*Dave sits in front of his computer and chugs Dew and types.... > >Whoops, I did something. Heheheheh... > >*Dave runs for his life....tossing cans of spam behind him.... > "Hehehe....to late."

 Pendrake says as he gasps for air.  He walks to the window only to be

pulled down on the bed again. "More!!!"

 Mysha demands  "NOW!!"
 ((And you thought it was IC  8)  ))


Date: Fri, 5 Jul 1996 02:55:11 -0500 (CDT) From: [email protected] (Stagg's old mun) Subject: COWS GONE MAD and a new character

       ERP! 
       Now about a character i have been useing lately. Thews yes that one

is me useing a paranoid possesed sometimes character that hears voises.

        Thews looks like he is made of thick grass and his skin is more

like dirt then anything else. He has his reason for being like this his family owned some money to a mage but never paid this mage was almost as insane as he is so he decided to burn down his home for the family not paying. During this burning his whole family burnt down but he was outside playing. He was found and made into the chia person he is. So he doesn't like anyone who uses magic and being on his own that long left him a little damaged sence he was so young when it happened. Also a deamon though his grass like body was very nice so it possesed him one day but never gained control due to it being a weak deamon possesing him. And when i use him i am IC i don't mean what i do even though i am annoying with him and the only time i mean something i have a () aorund it (i can't spell what those are today.

       Yes my spelling and punchation proabley suck though this whole

letter but well i don't read this over and am to busy hopeing it goes through to the list when i send it. Okay there i said alot but not to much about him.


Stagg's Ex mun and Thews new one twice as anoying ic for half price


"Bad nineteen fiftyies homosexual sterotype." Kids in the Hall

"This is the second most exciting thing I've ever held in my hand." Third Rock from the Sun

"The Swiss are invadeing" The Tick

Date: Fri, 05 Jul 1996 12:11:27 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: A NOTE ON YPAGES



Hi,

working on the million entries I got for the Yellow pages now...one thing..It is EXTREMELY difficult to do, especcially when I have to put all the code in myself..so I'm going to have to limit Nickmames to the 3 MAJOR ones you use...some have sent me 6 nicknames plus! I've got like 40 entries sent plus multiply that by the number of nicks people have.. This is gonna take me awhile :/ me and my bright ideas'.. heheheh anyway thanks...

Her Royal Majesty AngelSin aka Alysia Draconoris Muthoris Vostanoth Queen of Arangoth May our souls be blessed and our land be rich with love, peace and prosperity 12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)~~ http://www.bnbcomp.net/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm Irc Channel #BLKDRAGON*Inn It's no longer just roleplaying..it's a community with a life of it's own!



Date: Fri, 5 Jul 1996 10:30:44 -0500 From: [email protected] (Cullen Stevenson) Subject: Re: COWS GONE MAD and a new character


glares at Staggs mun:: HEY! Only *I* can use a kids in the hall sig!!

--- Cullen Stevenson "See this? This is a plain, ordinary human liver. But it's mine, you can't have it!"

                          - The Kids In The Hall


Date: Fri, 5 Jul 1996 13:29:52 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> cc: [email protected], [email protected] Subject: Wedding Logs


On Wednesday, July 3rd at 12: Midnight, Emperor Simon Horus Phoenix of Phoenecia, and Lady Viskaya Felina, now Empress Viskaya Felina Phoenix were united in Holy Matrimony, under the Presiding of FireIce, Priestess of the Elements. If Anyone who did attend, or who Missed the Wedding would care for a Log of the Wedding, Please send an Individual E-Mail to Me to my Address, Not to the List. THere are 2 versions of the Log. One is the one I'll distribute to whoever asks, which is the trimmed down Log, showing just the Wedding. The Other is the Raw Log, the Behind-the-Scenes Version. Sorry, but I'm Not gonna send That one out without the Permission of Fireice and Viskaya, who will each get a copy of the Raw Log.

Our Sincerest thanks for all who Attended the Ceremony, and allowing it to be a Peaceful one.

Emperor Simon Horus Phoenix Empress Viskaya Felina Phoenix Lady FireIce


Date: Fri, 05 Jul 1996 14:58:29 -0400 From: Zantoth Dryanthos <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Back at Camp


Zantoth walked out of the tent, his face in a slight sneer. It was most evident to those he passed by that he was in a very bad mood, and seeing that they stayed out of his way. He made his way back to his command post, getting wetter in each passing moment.

After a few moments, he reached the command post. Sevral soldgers were stationed there, and they stood at attention as soon as he enter. Zantoth looked at one of them, and have him a glare from his black eyes.

"You...find me our two most powerful mages...*now*. The Prefect wants this dammed rain stopped...and it seems that I have no choice but to do what he wishes."

The soldger ran out in to the rain....away to the tents of the more powerful mages. Zantoth took out a map case, and unrolled it. The map was a large map of Arangoth....already divided up in to provences. He chuckled, looking at the large chunk of land he had already given himself. "Prefect Zantoth..." he said under his breath, "I would no longer have to put up with Xan-." At that moment, a large drop of water hit his map, smearing the ink of which he used to divy up Arangoth..and creating a small hole in the map.

As this happened, he looked at the map, and then he stood up, and began to rip it up, all the time screaming "Get me someone who can help me stop this dammed rain! Right now!!!"

The soldgers looked at him strangly, yet by now knew not to question his actions. Only a few moments later, two black robed mages walked in, and bowed to him.

"Goodevening, Magelord" they said, nealy in unison.

"Goodeve. Now...tell me. Can you incompitants stop this dammed rain!?"

"Magelord..." one of them spoke, "we are healing the troops, they must not be weary for the comming battle"

Zantoth replied quietly. "I care not about the comming battle, *mage*. I want to know how many it will take to stop this rain. Tell me...and tell me *now*." His pacience, evidently, had ran out.

"Bu-..I-" the mage stammerd for a moment.

"*Now*, mage," Zantoth said.

"Uh...fifteen, sir."

"Fifteen!!!" Zantoth walked up to him, looking down at him. "This is your responciblty now, mage. Your reward for completing this task is you will not become my slave. If you fail....you will be wearing the slave collar." The mage gulped. "Now, mage....as soon as the spells are ready to be cast, call me. You have one hour to prepair them. I would not want to leave a casting of this importance to incompatants such as yourself..." Zantoth spit in the already weting sand before the mage. "Dismissed."

Both mages ran out of the tent, one a bit more nervous then the other. Zantoth walked over to an hourglass, and turned it over, begining to time the mage. "<m> One hour..." As he said that, another drop hit Zantoth on the head..and then another..and another.....

Date: Fri, 5 Jul 1996 15:33:25 -0500 (CDT) From: [email protected] (Stagg's old mun) Subject: Re: COWS GONE MAD and a new character


> > >::glares at Staggs mun:: HEY! Only *I* can use a kids in the hall sig!!

Oh i never noticed you had one well now that i can send the the list I SHALL use wanna my faveriote lines even though i don't watch enough TV for a really long sig the one they said my line was a really good kids in the hall oh and simnit's okay that he isn't helping you tome simn down i didn't make a weirdo character to help you anyway one more thing the topic almost doesn't make sence so moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo moo (mun is still happy that he can finaly add to the list now)


Stagg's used to be mun or should that be used to be Stagg's mun

"Bad ninteen fifties homosexual sterotype" Kids in the Hall

"This is the second most exciting thing I've ever held in my hand" Third Rock from the Sun

"The Swiss are invadeing The Tick


Date: Fri, 5 Jul 1996 15:36:35 -0500 (CDT) From: [email protected] (Stagg's old mun) Subject: Re: A NOTE ON YPAGES


Yea, oh, and my nicks and stuff well they have been through alota changes. Yea alota changes. how am i supposed to send that stuff to you again?


Stagg's used to be mun or should that be used to be Stagg's mun

"Bad ninteen fifties homosexual sterotype" Kids in the Hall

"This is the second most exciting thing I've ever held in my hand" Third Rock from the Sun

"The Swiss are invadeing The Tick

Date: Fri, 5 Jul 1996 16:04:24 -0600 From: [email protected] (Xandur) Subject: Re: Hell hath no fury..................


.Dellila dismounts >her horse and walks up to the Asyr guard:: "I'm here to see Prefect Xandur" > >::The guard nods:: "Aye M'lady he's expecting ye" >::She looks at him curiously:: "he is?" shrugs and slips into Xandur's tent >She sees him standing in his large tent overlooking some maps..his back to her. >"G'morn M'lord" she purrs.. I come baring gifts"

The Prefect spins quickly hearing the familiar female voice, his cloak whipping to his shoulder, revealing a shiny adamantite breastplate. His eyes meet Dellila's, holding them in a brief battle of ambitious wills. She doesn't flinch.

Grinning as he spies her company, Xandur bellows with laughter.

"Well well well.. if it isn't ~honorable~ Queen AngelSin herself!" The Prefect bows sarcastically. "Welcome to my battle tent, your exhalted-ness. I would offer more comfort, and will, once I sit on your throne."

AngelSin spat, inside her fury exploded in her veins. As she sucked in her breath to verbally retaliate, Dellila's backhand smacked her lips sending her to the dirt. "Silence, bitch. You listen here."

Xandur couldn't hide his pleasure; it seeped from inside in his twisted grin. "I.. underestimated your talents... Dellila. Queen AngelSin is a prize I thought not to attain before wrecking Castle Black." His tongue raced across his leathery lips in thought.

"Prefect," Dellila broke in, "the queen is not alone.. this.. younger wretch.. is the queen's sister, Narisa."

"Sister?!" Xandur howled, "and I thought you brought her for Magelord Zantoth... His tastes are more... delicate.. than mine.." Xandur's eyes moved over AngelSin, burning with hatred and worse. Snapping from thoughts of his fortune, the Prefect stepped closer to Dellila. Whispering beneath earshot of the others, he asked, "What do you want for them? I don't expect you come to drop them off and ride away. Your price? lady?"


Date: Fri, 5 Jul 1996 19:45:00 -0400 From: Dave Crampton <[email protected]> Subject: Family Members


To all of my Kindred:

       I propose a meeting to discuss our positions, ambitions, and power.

Weather this meeting be in Arangoth or in Detroit, I don't care. Respond to me in private channels. It would be to your benifit to attend, my Kindred, my Brethren.

                                               Eternally Dark,
       
                                               Stalker

-- Dave Crampton AKA Dark Vampyre

"The Blood is the Life" - Dracula "Blood is like wine..." - Bush "I don't know how to be bad at being bad." - The Vampire Lestat "Call me what you will....." - Metallica "That's just one of my names...." - Bush

Dave's too cool Web Page - http://www.msu.edu/user/crampto3/ The #RedFang Bar's Web Page - http://www.msu.edu/user/crampto3/RedFang/


Date: Fri, 5 Jul 1996 20:07:36 -0700 From: [email protected] (Timothy McKee ) Subject: Re: Hell hath no fury..................



Date: Fri, 5 Jul 1996 23:26:44 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Hell hath no fury..................

 **opens the mail from [email protected] (Timothy McKee) only to see that

it is utterly, completely, and especially, empty....he shakes the email envelope only to see that there is nothing there at all....**

 is this some sort of sick joke?  i get all hyper cause i get to open

another email and *sniff* im....im *tricked* by tsome *sniff* heartless....*sniffle* i...i cant go on...

 **runs off, weeping between maddened giggles**

StEvE


Date: Sat, 06 Jul 1996 13:16:51 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: Ode to ..um..well what just popped in my head...



The heart it wanders searching.. for it's home and joining soul known now that fate is working but it's path blurred and not known

The mind it reaches out to the other one it knows the life not sure what this is about but the love is what it shows

The eyes that only wish to see the sight in which it dreams the heart that only wants to be part of the wish it deems

The hands that ache to feel the touch of passions hightened hold The lips that dream to kiss the others' the story waiting to be told

The hope that stretches into years The dreams that never end The answer not to far away but waiting an eternety to spend

The ears that hear only silence but the heart that hears the song The soul awaits it's destiny The being soon to be where it belongs

Her Royal Majesty AngelSin aka Alysia Draconoris Muthoris Vostanoth Queen of Arangoth May our souls be blessed and our land be rich with love, peace and prosperity 12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)~~ http://www.bnbcomp.net/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm Irc Channel #BLKDRAGON*Inn It's no longer just roleplaying..it's a community with a life of it's own!



Date: Sat, 6 Jul 1996 09:25:01 -0500 From: [email protected] (Elysiad and ALAQRB) Subject: Re: Hell hath no fury..................

 Elysiad opens the email of the one called (Timothy McKee). She looks in

the envelope three or four time. "How Anti-CLIMATIC," as she sighs deeply, "perhaps is was a PREMATURE EMAILUATION. So typical of these foolish mortal men these days."

 ALAQRB shambles in as only he can, "Something of worth pet?"
 Elysiad turns to ALAQRB and smiles as only she can, "No, nothing of

IMPOTENCE. Just typical mortal INFERTILITY." Elysiad walks to ALAQRB and wraps her arms around him seductively. ALAQRB slides his hands down Elysiad's....

          • THIS HAS BEEN EDITED OUT DUE TO THE EXESSIVE SEXUAL CONTENT *****
 Elysiad walks away smiling at ALAQRB as she puts her clothes back on.  
 
 ALAQRB turns to the mortal who wrote that email, "Thank you mortal

(Timothy McKee), I enjoyed your letter IMMENSELY. Good day."


Date: Sat, 6 Jul 1996 12:09:23 -0700 (MST) From: [email protected] (Stan) Subject: an oath

       Aystan pulled his hair back and brushed the strands of loose hair

from his face. He glanced up at the great Castle Black that towered in the distance. He bowed his head and unsheathed his blade. The young paladin then thrust Lumina, his Holy Avenger, into the ground. He rested his right hand on her hilt and proceeded to then kneel down and close his eyes. " Your Majesty, the great king Blkdragon of Arangoth... I know not if you know me, but I have vowed to protect you and her highness... The Asyrians must pay for their treachery... The queen will be rescued and return unharmed. I would vow this to you personally, but I know I'm nay allowed in thy castle..."

       Aystan stands slowly and looks at the castle. " I wish to help ye

m'lord... For I'm sure to fail alone... But, how can a lowly warrior as myself join up with the elite army of a great king?" Aystan sighed heavily. " I know I'm unworthy to join you m'leige, but, I have nothing other than my sword to offer as help... No matter what your general's decision is, whether to allow me to join the army or not, I'll still fight for the glory of Arangoth, and for Queen Angelsin..."

       He then sheathed his blade and gazed at the sunset. " Soon the evils

will leave this land... Arangoth will emerge victorious!"

       He stood looking onward, his dark hair swaying gently in the wind. A

smile came across his young face when he saw the beauty of the realm from his high position. " This land is worth dying for... For its people and the safety of their children... "

       The paladin turned around and slowly walked away, pondering his next

move.


Date: Sat, 06 Jul 1996 14:36:43 -0500 From: Brad Plumb <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Post names of the Asri (Long version)


At 09:01 AM 7/2/96 -0700, you wrote: > >

> She let the thought trail off, there would be plently of time >for thoughts of death as the war >progresses. She had to think of a way for all this confusion to be >avoided. Perhaps a wanted >poster, printing all of the known Asri names. Quickning stood up and >went to Horace, who was >the bar keep for this eve. > "Horace," Quick asked "Do ya have pen and parchment handy?" > "Aye." Said Horace. Then he went work cleaning some mugs. > Quick sighed loudly "Well can I barrow some?" Horace smirked and >retrieved a paper and >parchment from the behind the bar. Quickning took the pen and parchment. >Then blinked. "Uh >Horace, do ya have any Ink?" > Horace gave her a sly smile. "Weeell, there's the rub...Ink will >cost ya." Quick rolled her >eyes and paid Horace a silver. Once Horace had gotten the out the ink >she set to work. > >She wrote: To Warden OneStab > Would you please post the Names of know Asri. That may ease some of >the tension in the >city of Arangoth. This will be for the higher good of Arangoth as well >as the patrons of the >BLKDRAGON inn. > > Arangoth Forever, > Storm Quickning. > (Insert a big flourish here ) > > > > > > >>From the Stolen Pen and Twisted Mind of >Quickning >

Uhhh well actually the asyri are an entire kingdom, unless you just want

the names of Asyri characters.

 BrAd PlUmB
 Silvan of Shadowdale
"Yes sir before joining the Royal Space force I admit to being nowhere at

all." - Wings of Honnemaise

"The only thing I fear, is Keyser Soze" - The Usual Suspects
"The greatest weapon of the fascist is the tolerance of the pacifist" - 
 Suicidal Tendencies
"Ours is the kingdom of steel" - ManOwar 

Date: Sat, 06 Jul 1996 23:16:32 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: The Negotiations begin....


Dellila grins..things didn't go quite as expected in the last few days,

but she was no a step closer to realizing her "Destiny" as she deemed it. She brushes up against him as she passes by going back over to Angel. She lightly lifts Angel's chin looking at her only to have Angel damn near bite her hand off. She frowns shoving Angel to the floor:: "I said be careful chit, one word from me and your sister's blood covers this tent" She spins around looking again to Xandur.. "There are a couple prices I wish paid.. A boon or two if you will. First thing, I need help in destroying Blkdragon, he has powers I hadn't anticipating.. Second ..." she walks up to Xandur leaning in close, standing on her tiptoes to reach his ear with her lips....she purrs "I want to ye to marry me"

Angel's eyes widen with disgust leaning up off the ground ..Narisa stands

there silent with her head looking at her feet..pale and still in shock over Spectre::

Angel looks at them both:: "Oh, how romantic" her words drip with

sarcasm. "Shall I make sure that when Blk gets here and destroys every last one o' ye that ye are both buried side by side?"


Her Royal Majesty AngelSin aka Alysia Draconoris Muthoris Vostanoth Queen of Arangoth May our souls be blessed and our land be rich with love, peace and prosperity 12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)~~ http://www.bnbcomp.net/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm Irc Channel #BLKDRAGON*Inn It's no longer just roleplaying..it's a community with a life of it's own!



Date: Sat, 6 Jul 1996 21:06:46 -0400 From: [email protected] (Black) Subject: ::The Batle to come:::


A black figure stalks the hall of the castle brooding upon recent

occurances:: Damn that witch, she will pay for her insolence and her affornt to me, Noone slaps me in the face and lives to tell tales of it, When my wife is freed there will be nowhere upon the planes where she is safe or any of her allies, head will roll and line the ramparts of the Inn and castle, None shall be spared, i shall decree this in public and all shall know my anger...

Stalks off to his labratory with a smirk intent upon setting his plan into

action:::


Date: Sun, 7 Jul 1996 00:33:54 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: ::The Batle to come:::


  • Simon knocks on the Castle Door..*

"Your Highness, King BlkDragon, We need to Speak!"

  • Simon, Fireice, and now Empress Viskaya stand outside the castle walls...

Simon, having long been close with BlkDragon, sends him a thought..: "I can help you find AngelSin, but, I need your help for us to succeed."

  • The trio waits outside the Castle, awaiting his Majesty's response.*

SimnFenix, Viskaya, and FireIce


On Sat, 6 Jul 1996, Black wrote:

> > > :::A black figure stalks the hall of the castle brooding upon recent > occurances:: > Damn that witch, she will pay for her insolence and her affornt to me, Noone > slaps me in the face and lives to tell tales of it, When my wife is freed > there will be nowhere upon the planes where she is safe or any of her > allies, head will roll and line the ramparts of the Inn and castle, None > shall be spared, i shall decree this in public and all shall know my anger... > > ::Stalks off to his labratory with a smirk intent upon setting his plan into > action::: >


Date: Sun, 07 Jul 1996 03:46:00 -0400 From: Ash <[email protected]> Subject: Myn to the rescue..er something..


Myn had kepted quiet the entire time.. she was so scared at seeing her beloved Nanny killed she had not been able to teleport and a mental message from Menolly had kept her quiet and still all this time.. now that the bad man was gone.. she looks around at her surroundings. The bad mean man who she thoughts was her freind and her daddy's freind.. who had the pretty armor.. had taken them here and then hit her mommy.. knocking her out. Myn had pretended to be asleep so he had not hit her, and now she was awake and alone. Walking over to menolly myn shakes her shoulder.

"Mommy?.. Mommy wake up.. Mommy i'm scared"

Looking at Menolly pleadingly Myn starts to cry..

"Mommy.. MOMMY . mommy are you DEAD???"

  • Myn shakes harder, Menolly's limp body moving beneath her small hands*
  • Menolly coughs but then doesn't move anymore*

Myn satisfyed that mommy isn't dead looks around her area trying to figure out where she is.. finally she registers all the outside noise and how this place is the strangest she's ever seen. Childish wonder taking place of her fears for a moment she runs through the room ooo'ing at the strange items.. the glowing trees that are only a few feet taller than her, the minisuns in each room.. standing transfixed for 2 whole minutes staring at one til her eyes saw spots and she had to look away. Running into another part of this large place oddly not seeing any more bad people or any people at all she stops and peers around. The floor is coverd in square "rocks" and is smooth, it feeling cold on her bare feet, she pads around the room and looks in the large circular contianer in the middle, standing up on her tip toes she peers in wondering what this empty thing is..

"Hmmm if you filled it with water you could cook a HUGE stew..almost enough to feed all the people of the inn! "

The rest of the rooms in the area are all identical to hers she was placed in.. after a large amount of exploreing and beign scared by the big NOISEY monster at the end of the hall.. that moaned and shined she ran back to mommy hearing Menolly letting out a frantic call for her daughter. ~* Ash *~


Date: Sun, 7 Jul 1996 03:48:32 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: The Negotiations begin....


  • Outside of Castle Black, only Fireice and Simon remain of the party to

see BlkDragon, as Viskaya has returned to Hers and Simon's castle to tend to her children, now Simon's stepchildren... For a moment, Simon turns worried eyes towards his castle... Since the Wedding, Takhisis no longer had a curse upon him, and released the Soul of who would have ben his Empress years ago to Paladine's Paradise.. In return, Simon granted Takhisis freedom from him, releasing her to whatever whims she has from this time forth... Now, the Abyss around his castle is quiet, yet still a dangerous obstacle into his castle...*

  • Fireice watches Simon with concern...*

"Dinnae worry yeself, Simon. Xandur is after Arangoth, not ye..."

  • Simon looks over to Fireice..*

"I still chose to stand in his way of Arangoth... Hopefully, I've given him enough reason to be wary of me."

  • FireIce shakes her head....*

"Ye done all ye can, Simon... We both have... Now we need others...."

  • Simon again looks in the direction of his Castle...*

"If Xandur or any dare set foot there, they'll wish Takhisis was the one who stopped them.."

  • Looks down...*

"Even so, I cannot help but feel helpless in all this...."

  • Turns to see if Blkragon has responded?*

SimnFenix and FireIce


Date: Sun, 07 Jul 1996 05:39:25 -0500 From: Jimmie Bragdon <[email protected]> Subject: The Hunt Begins


OOC: This covers the past several days of Spectre's activities in Arangoth::

After returning from Castle Black and finding the Queen and Narisa missing, Spectre meditates in his room. He sits on the floor facing the fire, thick smoke from the bowl of incense mixed with hashish swirls around him and fills the room. He calms and centers in on himself, focusing his rage then loosing it, banishing it from his thoughts.

"Emotion clouds instinct, and is but a hinderance" He intones this several times while breathing slowly, eyes closed. He slowly opens his eyes and looks into the fire, "It'll have to wait 'til whoever is responisble is at the end of my blade."

After a short while, he begins to gather his equipment, pausing as he reaches a long, wooden case. He shakes his head, and finishes gathering his equipment.

When he goes downstairs to the Inn, he hears that the King has returned, and heads back towards the castle to speak with him. After much searching and many questions, he traces the king back to the Inn, where they speak.

Afterwards, Spectre heads out the door, heading north, towards the desert. "Now that is my kind of monarch. Just as I had heard, strong-willed and vengeful. If we both locate them at the same time, there shall be little left of the poor sods."

He sets upon an even, steady pace and begins to try and figure out who committed the deed. "The Asyri are the obvoius choice, since there was a raid the night of the ball, but that was far on the border. Which means it was likely someone already within the borders. A scout, or a spy. I know that annoying Trigon has his hand in this, he even told me he was a spy for them, and I have his insignia to prove it. He couldn't have Narisa here, so he's had her kidnapped along with the queen. The Queen for ransom, and Narisa for himself. But who did he get to do it?" He ponders as he crosses the dark landscape, a shadow in the night.

"Who else?" He tries to remember faces from the Inn in the past week. "Hmm.. maybe. I wonder what she's up to? What was her name? Delina? Dellila..yes. She headed out for Rhy'Dhin last night..what was she doing there tonight? Passing through...bah...I knew she was up to something, but is it any more than robbery? I'll have to watch her as well."

He continues on, the landscape slipping by him, as he enters the cold desert.



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Date: Sun, 07 Jul 1996 10:41:31 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: A Bargain is struck...


Angel's eyes widen with disgust..Narisa stands there silent with her head

looking at her feet..pale and still in shock over Spectre::

Angel looks at them both:: "Oh, how romantic" her words drip with

sarcasm."Shall I make sure that when Blk gets here and destroys every last one o' ye that ye are both buried side by side?"

Shifting his ebony eyes, peering over Dellila's shoulder at AngelSin, an icy reply bites at the Queen. "Too bad I cannot offer to bury you beside your King. BLKDRAGON will not be interred, but left as crow bait upon the field. You, on the other hand, will likely die pleasing one of my dutiful warriors, forthwith be cremated, and your ashes spread over Asyr's infinite sand ocean.

Save your breaths, Exhalted-ness.  They are numbered."
Angel's eyes widen as her mouth is covered.. Her stomache drops..**Blk

please..hurry..I shall take my own life and that of this child before I let one of those swines take my body** she thinks

Narisa doesn't fight her guard..instead she stares off into seemingly no

where..a single tear making it's way down her cheek::

Finishing his rebuke, Xandur nodded to his guard. Two massive Asyri stepped forward, grabbing Angel and Narisa by the arm, then slapping gloved hands over their mouths.

"I agree, Prefect." Dellila scoffs. "The Queen babbles her idle threats incessantly. And we have agreements to....."

Xandur cuts her off, raising his own gauntlet to her mouth. "BLKDRAGON is a threat, but Asyr is not without weapons to cope. He will die as the rest, when we are ready." Xandur's grip tightened around Dellila, his palm pinning her lips to her teeth just painfully. "As for marriage," the Prefect grins wryly, hiding truths about Asyri culture obviously unknown to this wonderfully talented and naive prey, "I accept. But only ~after~ the Arangoth campaign successfully complete. Until then, my betrothed, the Queen and her sister need escorts to Avandil. They will be secure there."

Lowering his hand from her lips, he concludes, "I bid you accompany our

'guests' to my city. The guards," he signals two restraining Angel and Narisa, "go as well. Make haste, Dellila, our enemies will be searching for their Queen."

Dellila smiles, estatic she bows low to Xandur:: "As you wish M'lord"
Inside she reels with delight..**Your Destiny is coming Dellila...soon ye

will have all the power ye so deserve.**her mind whirls :.She spins around on her heel and leads the guards out of the tent..:

As Angel is moved she manages to free her mouth from the guards glove and

screams over her shoulder:: "Xandur! I'll see you in Hell!!!!"


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Date: Mon, 08 Jul 1996 00:23:48 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: Back at Castle Black....


The guards lower the drawbridge and march out:: "Oh" one says "Ye ain't an

Asry..good eve Sir Simon...da king ain't here..he's off searchin for da Queen and da princess...now tain't safe round these parts for ye and the lady" nods to Fireice.

The guards turn and march back into the castle bringing the drawbridge

back up::

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Date: Sun, 7 Jul 1996 19:20:48 -0700 (MST) From: [email protected] (Stan) Subject: Castle

Aystan stood for awhile in the distance of Castle Black, undecided whether

to dare approuch the great castle. He sighed and shake his head, " If I'm to be of any help to his majesty, I'll need to visit his estate and hold an audiance with him..."

       The paladin nodded and begin his journey to the castle. As he

approuched the walls of the castle, he spotted two figures in the distance. Unaware of who they were, he stepped forward catiously. He could distinguish that one was a male and the other a female. Aystan moved silently forward, watching the two carefully. He then recognized the male to be Simnfenix, but he could not recognize the woman.

       He then smiled and approuched the two. As he approuched them, he

noticed that Simon lowered his head and spoke to the woman. He said, "Even so, I cannot help but feel helpless in all this..."

       Aystan walked up to the two and smiled. "Well Met Simon! I'm unsure

if you remember me, but I was at thy wedding... I'm here to see if I can be of any help to the king..."

       He then turned to face the door, wondering how he would be allowed

to enter the great castle. " I'm afraid I'm nay royal enough to enter. But, I hope the king will allow me to assist him..." turns to face Simon and asks," So, what brings you here m'lord?"


Date: Sun, 7 Jul 1996 20:17:58 -0700 (PDT) From: StevE <[email protected]> Subject: changed my addy and etc...

 Well...anyone who thought, at one time or another, to write me or

whatever, ive changed email addys...so if you need to get a hold of me (or warn me that someone else is trying to get a hold of me and give me some time to get away) write me here...blah d`fragging blah =)

StEvE o/~ Can you imagine for a second doing anything you ever wanted to? Well thats just what i do, so hooray for me, and fluff you! o/~


Date: Mon, 8 Jul 1996 00:17:09 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Castle



  • Simon looks to Aystan, a light smile crrossing his face...*

"Good to see you too, Aysttan, Like you, I too have come to assist his Majesty, following a Vow I made to BlkDragon And AngelSin long before Arangoth was founded, back when we were residents in RhyDin..."

  • Simon turns to FireIce...* "FireIce, this is Aystan, I believe you may

remember him geing at the Wedding?"

  • FireIce looks to Aystan, seeming to gaze into him for a few moments...*

"Aye, Simon, I do recognize the lad."

  • Simon turns back to Aystan...* "You seek Entry with us? I doubt you

need our Escort to gain admittance, though I admit it seems to take quite an amount to gain his Majesty's attantion nowadays.. Not surprising as his mind is preoccupied, and... cluttered...."

"What do ye see, Simon?" *FireIce asks...*

"I see the Power needed to bring down the Asyri once and for all, the Strength to face Xandur and his minions, yet, it is raw and untamed from fear and worry... He needs some confidence, some sign that there is a chance for Arangoth..."

"Aye, and we have..." *Fireice begins, but is interrupted by Simon's gently finger on her lips...*

"We have a duty to their Majesties to assure their safety..."

  • Simon finishes her statement, unsure as to the presence of other ears...*
  • Simon turns again to the Castle....*

"Simon Horus Phoenix, and Lady FireIce to See His majesty, King BlkDragon!"

  • Simon turns to Aystan...* "Have faith, show faith, and Blk will show

faith in you."

SimnFenix and FireIce



Date: Sun, 7 Jul 1996 22:41:41 -0700 (MST) From: [email protected] (Stan) Subject: Entrance?

       Aystan smiles slightly at Simon's words. " You have great wisdom

m'lord... As for faith, I know we will be victorious... After all, good always truimphs over evil in the end... Tis fate you know!"

       Turns to face Fireice and bows " A pleasure to meet you m'lady...

Forgive m'rudeness for not introducing m'self. I'm Aystan Silveron... Paladin of Tyr."

       Stands up and glances towards the door, waiting and hoping it would

open soon. "hmm... I wonder what is taking the guards so long..."


Date: Mon, 8 Jul 1996 02:40:14 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Entrance?


  • Simon turns as the Guards finally depart the Castle heading for him....*

"Simon Horus Phoenix," *THe guard captain shouts* "You are Under Arrest!"

  • Simon turns quickly to Fireice and Aystan...*

"If you two value your lives, and Value the safety of Arangoth, Leave now."

  • Fireice stands Adamant.*

"I will Nae allow them to take ye without Proper Reason."

  • A deep voice bellows from the Castle...*

"The Reason For his Arrest is Not your Concern!"

  • BlkDragon steps forth from the Castle to oversee Simon's capture...*
  • Simon turns again to Fireice and Aystan....*

"Go... You two are still needed in Arangoth, Alive... If my time is over, so be it."

  • FireIce hesitates...*

"But, What of Viskaya, your Wife?"

  • Simon ponders for a moment...*

"She should be allowed visiting rights.. Watch over her, please..."

  • Fireice and Aystan hastily depart as the guards click the chackles over

Simon's wrists, ankles, and wings....*

SimnFenix, Fireice, and Aystan.


Date: Mon, 8 Jul 1996 06:21:29 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Entrance?


ATtENTION PLEASE!!!

Please Disregard the E-Mail concerning Simon's arrest until Further notice. ((Yeah yeah, I know a lot of you would have Loved it.)) Until Blk, Mathis, and I have a few things straightened out OOC...

SimnFenix


Date: Mon, 08 Jul 1996 08:05:37 -0700 From: Quickning <[email protected]> CC: Rhiannonn <[email protected]>, CedKnight <[email protected]> Subject: Quicks Planning


((For give the lateness of this I didn't check my mail over the weekend Big Mistake. Any way here's my attemped at writing. ))

Quickning's Beach on the shores of Arangoth::

Storm [Quickie's first name] Quickning returns home after her meeting with her Guild Commander CedKnight. As soon as she opens the door, to her cliffside home she is greeted by the fluttering of bronze wings. She smirks to he little roommate. "Good eve' Mav, how was your day." Quick said non chalantly." "D- Hang My day!,-D" exclaimed the firedrake in DragonSpeak, "How did it go!" The little firedrake flew the lenght of the room to one to a chair. He perched there nervously. Flapping his wings in anticapation it looked like he would take off with the chair in his claws. Quickningh chuckled at her friend as she sat in the chair across from little dragon. "It went well. The Commander is assymbleling a team, and your map proved most usefull." A satified look crossed Mav's draconic face. He seemed to calmed down a bit, but he stiil shifted his wight from one clawed foot to the other. "We shall be famous over night should this work.", Quickning continued, "We'll have allies...and power.."She paused think on what she would do with...power. "D- Don't wonder go off on that power trip again Quick... once you have power you won't want it anymore, trust me... the important think is the gold... did you get paid?-d" Quickning smiled and placed on the table between them a bag of gold. Mav smiled, in the way dragons do when the see gold. A dragon sigh escaped his maw. "Hey, now some of this is for me you know, i won't all go into you horde." Quickning reminded him. "D- If not for my powers you would have never known about the Mind Message Rhiannonn sent, -D" Mav growled in his native tounge, "And if not for my traceing that message to it source you would not have the map." Quickning smiled at seeing the high and mighty Mav scraping for credit. Mav seeing he had been had tried to clean up his story. "D- You know i need that gold for my horde the Sheding will be on me soon. -D" Mav looks down at the gold, then back to Quickning. She just smiled at him, shakeing your head. She gave him a mocking frown saying under her breath "Hmph...as bad as a human." Unable to hold back laughter any longer, she snickerd at the poor beast. She looked to the gold and back at the dragon so see..could it be... Mav the firedrake ...Blushing.! Quickning Laughed hard and long. Soon her giggles were joined by the *SqueakaSqueaka* of Mav's own laughter. Quick gaining control over herself once more said "Any how... I need to iron out a few more.. detail with the guilds contact Kestern. Then we can get about to the rescue. He said he would contact us." Mav looked at her questionaly, "D- You have a.. contact... how? Who?" -D" "He's some asry millitar man. He knew who and where i was. He has his own, " she paused thinging, "Business to take care of I want to make sure that our plans collaborate with one another." She looked shyly at Mav, "Plus i forgot to ask about payment." Mav looked at her with wide eyes. Then they softend and the squeaky laughter returned. "Some merc you are!"

Date: Mon, 8 Jul 1996 14:44:23 -0400 (EDT) From: Syl <[email protected]> Subject: The Saga of the Ruatha Cc: [email protected]


From: [email protected] X-Sender: [email protected] Date: Mon, 08 Jul 1996 13:10:41 -0400 To: [email protected] Subject: The Saga of the Ruatha

During the earlier morning hours as the moon was slowly

descending into the horizon, and the sun was beginning to peek out from over the Mountains of Arangoth.....::::::::

Inside of the Blackfens Castle, a rip in the very air, appeared inside of

the main hallway of the castle, stepping out of this rip, was a being dressed in armor much like that of demon skin, and head, this strange being moved cautiousily to the throne of the Castle, and set a small box on its plush cushion, along with a note, attached to it....the being read over the note to ensure its quality, before leaving as it had arrived...........

Greetings Lord Ruatha;
       Our ppl have noticed that you are attempting to try and recover your

wife and child, by not following our instructions.....this is not a wise choice by you. Inside the box you will find a reminder as too why you are to seek out Xandur the Perfect of the Asyr, and become an Ally to the Asyr. If you try anything other than this, you will receive another package, and we guarantee, you will not like what it will contain. Remember we are watching, do not try to decieve us, nor try to influence others in manners destructive to the Asyr. For now, you are an agent of the Sunaj, and you are liable for anything we deem as traitorous too us. Join Xandur, and offer him your services, and your entire Lands, castle, and status in Arangoth, so that he will have a foothold in Arangoth.

      Accept this minor gift as a reminder.

(Inside the box, is red curly hair, Menolly's hair, along with a piece of skin, freshly removed, with tinges of meat still attached, and (if you had one) her wedding ring)

    Do not fail us, Ruatha......Fore we are sure the Splynn would greatly

enjoy your wife becoming a Blind warrior woman.....will allow you to dream as what your child will be trained as if you try to decieve us again in any manner.

                                           Sunaj Clan of Atlantis

Satifyied that the message reads clearly the strange warrior, steps back into the rip in the air, and vanishes from the castle....leaving behind only the box, the message....

{{{KO you will notice that the message is written on a stationery, with the titlement of Hilton Towers, Atlanta...no date...and no address or such, just the title}}}}}}}

-Sun`zen(former Sunaj) {I'm am just a Simple Gardner, who enjoys removing a few "weeds" from the Lands} Champion of BattleFest '96

Reality is a nightmare from which we can only awake from when we are living our True Lives in Cyberspace.......Long Live the BlkDragon*Inn in all its glory.

-starcry(aka. Stefhan) -in life we have only the friendship and respect of out peers, for with out that we are really alone, and we cry in the night, to see a falling star and wish to it, that we grow and become better.


~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.


Date: Mon, 08 Jul 1996 14:44:46 -0500 From: Brad Plumb <[email protected]> Subject: Re: general


At 06:22 PM 7/8/96 -0700, you wrote: > Aystan turned to face Simon after the guards had left. " Sir... It >appears we are too late to do anything here at the castle... perhaps we best >visit Lady Lysira? she is a General afterall..." > He turned to face the castle and sighed heavily. He then spoke, " >I'm nay sure where to find her... could you help me out sir? We are needed >and must help out the king..." > " The guards are right... too many dangers lies waiting around >here... we best be leaving... where are you two heading?" He asked with a smile. > >

Silvan overhearing jumps from a tree overhead. I can take ye to Lysira. We

Gaiscioch reside with her in Arankeep, if ye wish to meet her follow me.

 BrAd PlUmB
 Silvan of Shadowdale
"Yes sir before joining the Royal Space force I admit to being nowhere at

all." - Wings of Honnemaise

"The only thing I fear, is Keyser Soze" - The Usual Suspects
"The greatest weapon of the fascist is the tolerance of the pacifist" - 
 Suicidal Tendencies
"Ours is the kingdom of steel" - ManOwar 


Date: Mon, 08 Jul 1996 16:55:20 -0400 From: Zantoth Dryanthos <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Back at Camp


About an hour later, a soldier ran in to the command post. "Sir!" he yelled, "The mages are prepaired to try to stop the rain, and they respectifully request your assistance as you so ordered."

Zantoth grinned. "Escort me there." The soldier nodded, and escorted the MageLord across the soaked desert. After about ten minuets of walking, Zantoth was at the outer edge of a circle of mages. He looked at the mage whom, about an hour ago, he threatned to take as a slave. The mage gulped seeing Zantoth's sneering gaze fall upon him. A moment later, tho, Zantoth looked away.

"Are we prepaired?" he yelled. The answer he got was 'yes' from the mage he put in charge. Zantoth nodded, and began changing.

His chant was quickly picked up by the others in the Circle. Scrolls were taken out of their cloaks, and held before them. In a low tone, they spoke the words "Caelum Administra." The winds picked up, and a black aura began to emit from the middle of the circle. They spoke again, louder this time: "Caelum Administra!"

A large clap of thunder rolled through the desert...making all look up. Then, the black aura in the middle of the circle became visible to the naked eye...and shot up as if a pillar of black energy. All the mages in the area felt a strange sensation as the black energy hit the clouds, and sent a shockwave through the overcast sky above them. At that moment, the clouds dissipated, leaving sunny skies as the rain stopped. The mages then read another spell to make this effect last as long as they could, hoping that it might be able to divert other storm fronts as they used to be able to do when the Black Covenant was active.

Zantoth laughed, and nodded to the mage who he had threatned before. The mage sighed in releaf, noting now that his life was no longer forefit. Zantoth, slighly tired, walked swiftly to Xandur's tent. As he reached it, he pulled apart the flaps, and spoke. "My lord! We have dispelled the wea-" Zantoth got cut off by the sight of Angel and Narisa being held by guards...the sight of Xandur holding his palm Dellila's mouth....and mostly by his own confusion of the situation.

Date: Mon, 8 Jul 1996 15:06:41 -0600 From: [email protected] (Xandur) Subject: Re: Back at Camp


heh heh heh.. I love it.. and it is posted in the Redstone folder :D

~D


Date: Mon, 8 Jul 1996 17:32:35 -0500 From: Mickey <[email protected]> Subject: BlackFens: Under new ownership


the sound of vials clinking and paper rustling is heard as Kaejo packages

the last of his "personal items"....Kaejo then looks to the walls around him and sighs:: Oh well....wasn't much of a place anyways


That day a messenger arrives in Asyr's capitol and seeks out Xandur::
 The Message States...:
You now have ownership of the Castle Blackfens.
      hoorah..

The sceptre in the courtyard will signify you as Lord of the Blackfens. Keep the place clean, ok?


Date: Mon, 8 Jul 1996 18:22:19 -0700 (MST) From: [email protected] (Stan) Subject: general

       Aystan turned to face Simon after the guards had left. " Sir... It

appears we are too late to do anything here at the castle... perhaps we best visit Lady Lysira? she is a General afterall..."

       He turned to face the castle and sighed heavily. He then spoke, "

I'm nay sure where to find her... could you help me out sir? We are needed and must help out the king..."

       " The guards are right... too many dangers lies waiting around

here... we best be leaving... where are you two heading?" He asked with a smile.


Date: Tue, 9 Jul 1996 00:59:12 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: general



  • Simon turned to Aystan...*

"I'm sure Lysira would greatly appreciate the assistance of a Paladin Knight. As for FireIce and myself, Our business with assisting His majesty is, well, personal...."

  • Simon gazes towards Asyr, then turns to FireIce...*

"If his Majesty is on his way to Asyr, it may be best to Follow him...."

  • Simon gazes skyward, chanting one of his many spells, wincing a bit, as

he no longer posesses the massive amounts of Poer he had before... Slowly, his form begins to change...*

SimnFenix


Date: Tue, 9 Jul 1996 09:24:38 -0600 From: [email protected] (OneStab) Subject: ((Permission to play))


OOC:

Dear fellow gamers,

There seems to be a little confusion about permission to play in the Asyr/Arangoth line. It is true, copywrite issues require permission for an Asyri character and Angelsin asked players to get permission before entering her AngelSin captured line.. These are the only items that require permission.

Players are welcome and free to join Arangoth's struggle against the Asyri. No permission required to join the defense forces. Any sidelines resulting from the conflict are also welcome and encouraged.. no written permission needed.

I wish to clairfy the ONLY reason permission is needed it to maintain the line's integrity for the orginal authors. This is not some means to exclude specific persons nor screen RP ablility.

Also, I have heard small grumbling from certain quarters that the "war SL" is annoying at best, damaging to the inn at worst. First, let me allay some fears, the line will NOT last forever.. a few more weeks and it will be at its conclusion. If the line bothers you, ignore me and the other players. Over 30 people are participating (either in the war itsself or in other sidelines), I think it unfair to ask that many give up a line because others find it distasteful. This is a free form RP channel, those of us wishing to participate in the line would appreciate the right to continue to play under the FREE FORM guidelines.

Thanks all, have a great day! Darren


Date: Tue, 9 Jul 1996 10:21:53 -0700 (PDT) From: StevE <[email protected]> Subject: ScarecroW's Demands


(ok, you people know the drill....NOONE and i mean *NOONE* joins in any part of this plot without permission from myself or Kylus...so you cant save Daedil and Skylar, you cant fight Scarecrow and Erica, you cant even HELP Kylus without permission...thanks =) ))

  As the sun rises over Arangoth, its rays slip over the front of the

Arangothian Church...there, posted with a rusty spike, flutters a piece of yellowed parchment, addressed as such...

 To Kylus Dragonsbane, or messenger thereof,
 Priest, as you know, i have the drow girl and the jester...You know what i

am after, so deliver the contents of the Vault, including the Eye, to me at my appointed time that will be set soon, or their bodies will be seen as usable after death as a part of the undead army that will storm over you and whatever "forces" you may think to stop me...Have no doubts that i will see this threat through...

                                          Zhurilnir the Scarecrow


o/~ Can you imagine for a second doing anything you ever wanted to? Well thats just what i do, so hooray for me, and fluff you! o/~


Date: Tue, 9 Jul 1996 10:35:08 -0700 (PDT) From: StevE <[email protected]> Subject: kwestyon


just for my personal mental stability, i have been *trying* so sort out all pc's i ever played in here...heres my list and current whereabouts, but PLEASE, if you remember ANY others that i played (and that doesnt count for little skits i did where i changed my nick for a sec to play around =) ) then please share with me so i wont feel i am forgetting something....thank you =)

Daedil (RandoM) -- paladin-magi, and jester of Angelsin, currently held by Scarecrow De`Witten -- huldrefolk shadow-elementalist and son of Daedil Shadowhisper, wandering about with his wife, Fallon... Rhayne De`Witten -- Darius's insane mother, killed by Daedil to save his son... Squash -- frost giant, killed by Trivia Trivia -- magically created "son" of Raistlin and Daedil, killed by his "fathers" after his rampage... Scarecrow -- Lich Lord, currently bent on beating Kylus and winning the contents of the Church's Vault... Static -- white mage who is facinated with electricity, never worked his way into any serious plot so hes pretty flexible right now... Ellis -- Elementalist, recently killed accidentally in a sparring match with Tarma Lazarus -- sea-elven explorer, currently residing in Arangoth Figment -- just arrived so i have alot to do with him just yet >=) Haight -- vampire hunter, also currently hiding in Arangoth and mending his wounds from an earlier battle.... Flechette -- time-tossed Shadowrun planed PC, working with Raistlin on a deal to help him kill a dragon enemy for his ticket back home...

does anyone remember anyone else? =/

StEvE o/~ Can you imagine for a second doing anything you ever wanted to? Well thats just what i do, so hooray for me, and fluff you! o/~


Date: Tue, 09 Jul 1996 14:08:08 -0500 From: Isea Nightfall <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Sure is quiet in here...


I know that this is a late response, but I take it that you were kinda hyper, Jimmie... I have NEVER EVER EVER seen you act ANYTHING like Steve! To finish my letter - ARE YOU OKAY?!

Jimmie Bragdon wrote: > > *The mun sticks his head into the empty mailbox* > > Hello?...ello?...lo?...lo?....? > Hmm..mm.....mm > > *With much difficulty, he manages to get it back out* > > Hmmm...it's too quiet in here...what to do... > > *Spies an unopened package of Black Cats on the shelf and grins, Grabbing them > he runs out the door.* > > Later.... > > *He walks up to a black, metal mailbox with some writing on the side, it reads, > "LOTTS" Opening it up, he places all 200 firecrackers inside, and lights the > fuse, giggling maniacallly. He runs off as the firecrackers explode, each > with a loud metallic ring to it.* > > Hope he wasn't sleepin' ;) > -- Rue http://www.io.com/~jimmie/kirsy/home.html

Keep Sailor Moon alive!! SOS(Support our Sailors)!! http://looney.physics.sunysb.edu/~daffy/sos/

Date: Tue, 09 Jul 1996 14:13:25 -0500 From: Isea Nightfall <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Happy Independence Day!


Bryan Hoag wrote: > > "Let this Display Serve as an Example of What Independence Day means Not > Only to the Earth Realm, But to All Kingdoms of THis Realm as Well! We > are All Free to Live As our Own nation. We Have the Right to Live as > Different People under Different Rulers, And, When Oppressed, We Have the > Right To Rise Up and Fight Back Against Anyone who would Oppress our > Nations!" >

Is it just me, or has he seen too much ID4? <G> -- Rue http://www.io.com/~jimmie/kirsy/home.html

Keep Sailor Moon alive!! SOS(Support our Sailors)!! http://looney.physics.sunysb.edu/~daffy/sos/

Date: Tue, 9 Jul 1996 15:20:15 -0500 From: [email protected] (Cullen Stevenson) Subject: Re: ScarecroW's Demands


Connor jumps in with his long sword, beating Scarecrow brutally about the head.

--- Cullen Stevenson "See this? This is a plain, ordinary human liver. But it's mine, you can't have it!"

                          - The Kids In The Hall


Date: Tue, 09 Jul 1996 16:23:27 -0400 From: Ash <[email protected]> Subject: Captives & Captures


((What Steve said, no no *NO* invovlement without permission))


       Even though she was in a hurry, Erica took a few more minutes than

needed in toying with the preist, but after all, she could afford them. She had tricked Daedil into being her captive as well, tricked him into going peacefully, minus most of his clothes albeit, but peacefully into his prison with the airy thoughts of his love being set free.

       Nearly laughing at the thoughts that he _trusted_ her, or scarecrow,

Erica finished up the last of her nightly tasks and began her spell to take her to the prisoners.

       Resurfacing in a grave tower on another plane Erica frowns seeing

how her aim in her spell casting was a bit off sending her on the outside of the cell, not the inside. Looking into the dimly lit cell Erica blinked not believing her eyes.

"DAMNIT how in the hell did that Drow get out of her bonds" Muttering a longer string of curses after viewing the condition of the jester, who she had many plans for this night, she finally got herself under enough control to get the spells together to go through the bars inside.

((okay where they are being held was steve's idea and i'm not entirly sure on how it looks so i'm not going to go into description :) ))

  • Inside the Cell*

Hearing the other drow's curses, understanding what they meant since spoken in her native tounge Skylar jerks awake from her restless sleep. Having held Daedil's broken body all night her muscels scream as she tries to ease him out of her arms back onto the stone floor, fearing she must battle for thier lives, defensless and naked.

Erica has to give Skylar a little grudging respect for even managing to totter to her feet and attempt to face her after her ordeals last night. Noticing how her lips are moving Erica is furthermore shocked knowing she had no components with which to cast any spells, with a sigh she grabs her shoulder and slings her across the room into the wall.

Skylar moans as her head thumps against the wall, the chains eargerly snaking from the walls wrapping around her wrist and ankles. Undaunted though she continues to pray to Solinari, not for herself, but for Daedil, knowing what the other perverse drow had in mind for him.

  • Daedil's body lays there still unconscous from the wounds ScarecroW dealt him*

Erica looks down at Daedil, his face having a gaping hole, his ribs busted, and of course her own dagger blow to his stomach. Glancing over at Skylar she smirks, knowing the drow had managed to use some healing abilities on him or he would have died sooner. Her anger rising out of the dust of her shattered plans Erica gives daedil's injured body a kick and melts into the floor again.

Skylar sighs with relief, knowing the Banshee will not be back for her love, but then shudders, wondering if ScarecroW will come for her...


    • ScarecroWs Base of Operations**

Erica's angered form appears in the mainroom and quickly does a search of the place, finding scarecrow (if he's there of course) She stops, anger lighting her cobalt eyes and nearly lets out a wail in her rage.

"Damn you SC, you _KNEW_ what I had planned, you had your fun with the drow why can't i with the jester??"

"YOU roughed him up to much on purpose didn't you! "

Erica practically fumes with anger waiting her reply.


(( :) Have a lovely day folks! :) ))

~* Ash *~

Date: Tue, 9 Jul 1996 16:09:25 -0600 From: [email protected] (Xandur) Subject: Battle at SoulDeep


Dawn breaks over the shores of SoulDeep, Arangoth knights, flanked by General Lysira's army and a group of volunteer citizens ready their weapons for the coming Asyri onslaught.

A shout echos in the distance, a charge mounted. From over the hills, Asyri rain down with fury upon Arangoth's finest... The second battle of Arangoth is joined..

((Hi all... The second engagement of the NETWAR is scheduled for this friday at 9pm pacific, midnight EDT. Sorry to all those who requested an earlier time.. I promise the next will address that concern.. Again:

NETWAR2: Battle at SoulDeep Time: Friday, July 12 @ 9pm pacific, midnight eastern Where: BLKDRAGON*arena

Note: you do NOT need permission to participate in the NETWARs.. all present may play. Also, the last war lasted just over an hour.. including organizational time.. participation will not hinder you for the entire evening..

See ya there! Arangoth fools ::wink:: ))


Date: Tue, 9 Jul 1996 18:34:35 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Battle at SoulDeep


Xandur, I'll do my Darndest to be there, And, You won't need any beasts of Burden to carry you, cause I have Every intention of Kicking your Arse All the way back to Asyr!

  • Simon summons his helpers, preparing to Rock the Asyr once and for

all...*

SimnFenix


Date: Tue, 09 Jul 1996 15:36:06 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Battle at SoulDeep


Xandur can you make sure that people RSVP to YOU only and not the list?


Thanks..


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Date: Tue, 09 Jul 1996 19:56:57 -0500 From: Isea Nightfall <[email protected]> Subject: School Schedual


Okay... I will most like be on quite often, like usual, but I now obviously have school. I'm going to put my class hours up because I had a couple of people who wanted to know about them... Give 30 minutes to an hour grace time before and after because of transportation.

MONDAY - Fundamentals of Drawing = 3pm - 6pm TUESDAY - Fundamentals of Design = 3pm - 6pm WEDNESDAY - Computer Literacy = 1pm - 5pm THURSDAY - Survey of Animation = 1pm - 5pm FRIDAY - College Success = 11:30am - 1:30pm

There ya go! -- Rue http://www.io.com/~jimmie/kirsy/home.html

Keep Sailor Moon alive!! SOS(Support our Sailors)!! http://looney.physics.sunysb.edu/~daffy/sos/

Date: Tue, 9 Jul 1996 18:54:23 -0700 (PDT) From: StevE <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Captives & Captures

  Scarecrow looks to her with an irritated sigh... ~^*Erica, you were

foolish enough to let the mage stay conscious..for this alone i should punish *you* ... and then you have the arrogance to come back to me and state a threat? i seriously think it is time for us to have a "discussion".... *^~

 His empty eyesockets glow as the little blkdragon*inn camera that lets

people read this (heheh) starts to run low on batteries, the only thing it catches is him moving towards her and jerking her from the floor by her hair, throwing her into a wall...

(good nuff reply ash? =) cause im starving and my mac and cheese is just

  • screaming* for me heheh)

o/~ Can you imagine for a second doing anything you ever wanted to? Well thats just what i do, so hooray for me, and fluff you! o/~


Date: Tue, 9 Jul 1996 19:03:27 -0700 (PDT) From: RangerBlue <[email protected]> Subject: The Dragon Spires Expedition Cc: [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],

       [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],
       [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],
       [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],
       [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],
       [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],
       [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],
       [email protected]


To the beleagured citizens of Arangoth:

Loreil has come into possession of some intelligence concerning a possible supply/weapon cache in the abandoned tunnels and mine shafts of the Dragon Spires, north of Arangoth. Asyri forces, hampered by the continuous rains in your country, have not yet been able to get to the Dragon Spires to retrieve possible supplies located there.

We are asking all available Wardens and any interested citizens to come with us on a scouting expedition to the Dragon Spires this Saturday night, July 13, at 9:30 ((EDT)). We will meet at an encampment north of the Castle ((meet in Channel #castle*camp)) to organize, and then leave for the Dragon Spires at 10 ((EDT.))

Please be warned, friends, that this expedition, though not close to known Asyri troops, could be dangerous. The Dragon Spires tunnels are not mapped. It is possible that the Asyri have placed traps to protect any army supplies. In addition, it is known that the tunnels and abandoned mine shafts have often provided shelter for dragons and other creatures best left undisturbed.

However, if we are successful, we can handicap the entire Asyri army by destroying supplies which they might well have counted on to continue the war.

Think carefully before signing on for this expedition. But if you are able to serve Arangoth in this way, it will do you honor and the Wardens will be grateful for your aid.

Please write to me by Friday if you would like to participate. Thank you.

With respect, RangerBlue Sovereign of Loreil First Warden



Date: Tue, 9 Jul 1996 22:24:08 -0400 From: [email protected] (Dave Soltys) Subject: Here to stay... (for awhile at least)



       Some people have seen me from time to time in the Inn and wondering

around, but for now my mun has found some time to stay awhile and so I'll be trying to bring some of my old characters back to play.

       I got to give Angel (aka Andie) credit. She has done wonders since

last Fall and this place has had some great turnout compared to the small band of brave IRC freeformers last summer.

       So off to OOCLand for now and watch out for new players in the plots...

        • /-*********__***** A Master of the "Point", *
      • / \*******/******* A Player with Shadow and Light, *
    • /__ /REAM***\******* Royal Magi to the Crown of Arangoth. *
                        • __/HADE*** A Dreamweaver of the Northern Plains *

((Oh and the mun is Dave, Royal Pain in the Rear to his friends.))

 "To see a world in a grain of sand, and a heaven in a wildflower."
                                               -William Blake
 "Reality is what you make of it." - Unknown
 "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." -Some wise old sage
                              


Date: Tue, 9 Jul 1996 23:30:39 -0400 From: [email protected] (Dave Soltys) Subject: The Northern Plains...

       Void... Darkness... A silent whisper of air... A faint sloosh of

water...

       A BLINDNESS OF WHITE OBLITERATING THE DARKNESS!!!
       A dancing wisp of vaperous branches radiating brilliant oranges,

greens, and blues reaching into the watery reflection illuminated below and fingering the white-speckled caps floating in the reflection.

       A PEIRCING OF THE EAR DRUMS BY A KNIFE OF STABBING CRASHES!!!
       A rolling beat of mountains crashing as the air gave to the flash of

plasmatic prismatic. lightening in the distance.

       The clouds roll swift under many bright hues as the shiny ice-strewn

sea of dark hues stretches before the eye to meet the horizen. The lightening splitting the ice like a knife through butter as the air glows under the energy of its heat.

       DreamShade stares out upon the ocean before him admiring the

fireworks with an almost childish wonder. He looks down upon the small ice-strewn rocky beach far below as the rocky cliffs ascend to unknowable heights. He turns from the scene to stare into a small sparce room whose crystalline walls reflect the many flashes from the outside scene. Laughs for a second staring to a dark corner.

       "Sh'Lou why are thou so afraid... I have nay seen a feline filled

with so much fear... especially one of your ability and talent. Tis nay but the seasonal wonder of the Firy Monsoons..."

       The four-legged figure shrouded in darkness looks up slowly with a

green penetrating stare and glaring at DreamShade for a brief moment.

       "Hey... you came up of your freewill my friend... I did not trick thee

at all... I told you tis would be brilliant is it not. The most brilliant work of nature yee will see..."

       A crash rumbles through the room shaking the rocky foundations...
       The panther leaps up and pads swiftly across the room and past Dream

fading under a faint aurora of bluishgray and giving its form to the shadows...

       "Well go hide than and nay come back..."
       DreamShade turns to the armageddon at his back, and stares.
       Speaks his thoughts.
       "Tis I feel it is time... I sense it has worsened..."
       DreamShade turns from the armageddon at his back and heads for a

small faintly lit rounded doorway.

       ***************************************************************
       
       Shadows play of a dark wall shelved with many mysterious items as a

firy light cast form to the darkness...

       DreamShade looks up from a small plush chair set in a small quaint

set of tables and chairs...

       DreamShade approaches the dark wall and searches the shelves until

he stops.

       He smiles slyly. "Tis yee are still here... To think I almost forgot..."
       He pulls a small ebony box from the shelf with a highy detailed

geometric design across the top and sets it on the table...

       DreamShade taps the side of the box and pushes at the top causing

movement in the pattern that shifts and moves to form a square...

       He watches the box slowly open as a faint red aurora grabs at his

sly grin...

       He reaches........


        • /-*********__***** A Master of the "Point", *
      • / \*******/******* A Player with Shadow and Light, *
    • /__ /REAM***\******* Royal Magi to the Crown of Arangoth. *
                        • __/HADE*** A Dreamweaver of the Northern Plains *

((Oh and the mun is Dave, Royal Pain in the Rear to his friends.))

 "To see a world in a grain of sand, and a heaven in a wildflower."
                                               -William Blake
 "Reality is what you make of it." - Unknown
 "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." -Some wise old sage
                              


Date: Tue, 9 Jul 1996 23:44:39 -0400 From: Kylus Dragonsbane <[email protected]> Subject: GENERAL ANNOUNCEMENT


((Just as a note I would like to let everyone know that I'll be on vacation from July 13th to the 26th---any weddings already set of this week I'll be happy to do but I can't really set anymore for now :) I'll be happy to schedule any for after the 30th of the month...the other option is to find another priest/priestess ;) Sorry if this messes things up, folks. ))


Patrick~ Kylus' Mun

Date: Tue, 09 Jul 1996 20:51:46 -0700 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: kwestyon


[email protected] wrote: > > just for my personal mental stability, i have been *trying* so sort out all > pc's i ever played in here...heres my list and current whereabouts, but > PLEASE, if you remember ANY others that i played (and that doesnt count for > little skits i did where i changed my nick for a sec to play around =) ) > then please share with me so i wont feel i am forgetting something....thank > you =) > What about Hellion?

Date: Wed, 10 Jul 1996 00:18:32 -0400 From: Kylus Dragonsbane <[email protected]> Subject: Preparations....


>Date: Tue, 09 Jul 1996 23:46:18 >To: [email protected] >From: Kylus Dragonsbane <[email protected]> >Subject: Preparations.... > >Kylus stares at the door the to the Church, his face devoid of expression, his white eyes gazing at the withered parchment on its rusted spike...a lich wants the contents of the Vault--a dark and evil treasure trove of cursed and malignant objects placed in there so they would NEVER be able to be used again by the Dark Powers... > >And now a leader steeped in those powers wants the contents of the Vault...and he's taken Skylar and Daedil to get them. > >The blue-green jewel in Kingarhn, Kylus' smart-ass holy sword, flickers rapidly, and Kylus pats the blade lightly. >"No, old friend," he says quietly, his eyes still on the door to the Church, "We can't go jumping into this one alone...we already made that mistake...the first time hurt bad..the second time almost killed." He shifts his weight onto his left leg, and grits his teeth a little as pain shoots through his knee--his payment for being foolish and engaging the lich alone. >~* Then what DO we do? *~ Kingarhn's voice came into his head. >"I do not know...but first we'd best make sure the Vault is secure." With that, the paladin ripped the withered parchment off the door and tossed the stake to the ground, then went inside. > >The interior of the Church was quiet, but that was normal. The morning sun was leaking through some of the stained-glass windows on the east side. Kylus walked in, stepping across the Great Seal in the ground, and heading into the back room of the Church. Inside that room was another door, to which only he had the key. Speaking a few words and unlocking the door, Kylus walked down a cramped flight of stairs and coughed as dust flew up when he stepped on the ground. >Before him, a massive set of stone doors stands strong and almost blend in with the wall. They have no markings on them, save for a large infinity sign that divides in half were the doors to open. >Kylus sighs, and places a hand on the door. He begins to chant in low, gutteral symbols, the expression on his face showing that he obviously does NOT like opening this stone portal. >He speaks the last word, and the doors give a great heave, as if they too were reluctant to move. The stones begin to slide, and slowly they creak open. A great THUD announces that the doors have opened completely, and Kylus braces himself for what he knows is about to come....almost immediately, a wave a nausea hits him as the evil of the items in the Vault washes over him--so thick its almost tangible--like a stream of polluted water. Kylus rubs his temples and makes his way over to the only spot in this sea of evil that he can stand--the place where he gathered the items of good that somehow found their way into the Vault. Once there, he looks at the meager amount of items he has that could be used against the lich--if he had people to wield them, and if he dared strike while his daughter and her love are his captives...and then something that he didn't notice before catches Kylus' eye. A scroll case, and next to it on the floor, a small round pebble-like object that looked like an unpolished agate--not an ordinary stone though, for the evil it radiated made all the other objects in here look like mere trinkets. Kylus shuddered and took the scroll case quickly, then left the vault before another wave of malignance could turn his stomach more. >Once outside, the paladin murmured some words and the doors to the Vault groaned and shut, quickly and without the drama of their opening. Kylus checked to make sure the wards were in place then ascended the staircase and locked the door. Once things were sealed properly, Kylus opened the scroll case and blinked as he saw various wizard and clerical spells...spells of protection, designed to defend the items they were cast upon. Some of them, Kylus knew, but he wasn't sure if he could cast them. > >Kingarhn flickered again, and Kylus smiled a little. >"If I had my way Kingarhn, _I_ wouldn't go back in there....I'll make sure not to take you there again...come on, we have a lot of work to do." > >Kylus locked the back room, and kneeled before the altar for a few moments, lost in a silent and pleading prayer to his God that no matter what happens, Paladine does all He can to allow the semblance of a family he has here in Arangoth come out of it alive.... > >After which, Kylus locks the Church and walks down the path to his cabin on the edge of the forest, he walks in quietly and takes a moment to examine the new, flat piece of slate he put in front of his door, with the runes of a blessing upon it. > >"Maybe THAT will keep that soul-damned drow away from here," he mutters to himself, knowing it doesn't really matter. The paladin walks inside and heads for his bedroom in the back, taking a minute to look at the empty room across from his that belongs to Skylar. Kingarhn flickers again, this time, the jewel seems annoyed. > >~* If you keep that up, you'll NEVER get through this, Kylus! Sheesh! You mortal humanoids! Always so dramatic!*~ > >Kylus smiles a little and goes into his room. He looks on the table and spies two more reminders of the friends--the family--that he prays are safe: a small pendant that he made for Skylar, of the Night of the Eye on Krynn, when the three moons aligned in an eclipse; and a small red leather-bound book with words of magic written in it for Daedil--something else he found in the Vault. Kylus takes these objects, and places them in his pouch. He sees the blood on the pendant he had given Sky a few days ago, and his mouth and eyes harden. He turns to a large wooden cabinet, built into the wall, and unlocks a small lock on it. Inside, a battle shield and gleaming suit of full plate hangs on a stand, both bearing the crest of the Ghosthunters-a broken scythe in a circle of blue. Kylus looks at the scroll case, and the armor and sighs. > >"Once a Ghosthunter, always a Ghosthunter," he whispers to himself, "Come on Kingarhn, old friend. We do it one last time..." > > > > >((Sorry for the length, but I have a problem with short =) If anyone has a question about Kylus' past as a Ghosthunter, more of it is explained in his bio on the web page ;) )) >


Date: Wed, 10 Jul 1996 07:28:24 -0700 From: Quickning <[email protected]> Subject: Dont read this.


(( It's a joke you've all heard so it you must read...you've been warned! Just like i've been warned no to post oneliners))

One Day a piecie of string walks in the The BlkDragon inn, and takes a seat at the bar. Horace, who is always bitter, twists up his face saying. "Hey you string! We don't serve you kind in here! Get Out!" The string pouted for a moment and then left. The string sat on a bench across from the inn. He watched the patrons enter and exit. He saw humans, elves, vampires, werewolves, dragons, faries, kenders, kobolds, chia men and other asorted creatures. Granted, he saw no other strings but he wondered why only he would not be allowed. He gatherd up his corage and re-entered the inn. Horace say him immedatly and glared. "I thought i told you to Get OUT!" The string freaked out and ran out. He retuned to his bench. The string thought for a while. A small light bulb flashed above his head. He twisted himself into a not and messed up his hair, then walked triumphantly into the inn. Horace gave him a double take and said. "Hey, are you a string?" "Fraid knot." he replied.

((Remember you were warned i was just testing my email sig. Thanks.))

>From the Stolen Pen and Twisted Mind of, Storm Quicking,

     Guild Vice Commander of

@}--}--The DarkRose Legion--{--{@

Date: Wed, 10 Jul 1996 07:37:23 -0700 From: Quickning <[email protected]> CC: Rhiannonn <[email protected]> Subject: We await the call...


Quickning strolled into the BLKDragon inn with Mav the little firedrake perched on her shoulder. She scanned room and when she found a seculded booth she sat. Mav then hopped down to the table. "So," Quickning said in mindspeak, "do you think you can make the connecntion with Rhinnon from here." Mav looked up at her and nodded.

    "Here is where I made contact with her last time... I should be 

able to raise her again." Mav closed his draconic eyes for a moment, then half openned them. His now blank eyes stared of into space as his mind search for any sign of Rhiannon's. Quickning then closed her eyes using the impression between her and Mav to project her thoughts."

    "Rhiannon" She called mentally, "my team is ready...for your 

rescue.....Rhiannon? You need only give the word."

((OOC time!: Were'er ready when you are you guys...any night after 9pm is fine by me! Mail me back or tell me when you see me in the inn. I got everybody ready pretty much.))

-- From the Stolen Pen and Twisted Mind of, Storm Quicking,

     Guild Vice Commander of

@}--}--The DarkRose Legion--{--{@

Date: Wed, 10 Jul 1996 09:54:30 -0500 From: [email protected] (Cindy Lou) Subject: A NEW CHARACTER TO THE INN! Cc: [email protected]


      • BE IT KNOWN TO ALL WHO MAY READ THIS MISSIVE THAT THE CONTENTS HEREIN ARE

INDEED SHOCKING,AND ARE THE SOLE CREATION OF THE WARPED MIND OF A NOT-FEELING-WELL DEE. I HEREBY ABSOLVE RICH/PENDRAKE/PSIONIC/ALAQRB OF ANY RESPONSIBILITY FOR THE SHOCKING STORY YOU'RE ABOUT TO READ...ALTHOUGH HE DID SORTA KIND THINK IT WAS A PRETTY KEWL IDEA!!! ****

That being said, on with the tale...

AdooDormay,AdooDormay, Christmas, Christmas, don't be late, hands clasped in joyful Who Song...Delicious Who Pudding and Who Roast Beast...the tiny tinkle of a stray Christmas ornament as it rolled into her room..The visions rushed thru Cindy Lou's mind, as she tossed and turned in her sleep...Sugarplums dancing merrily...Then suddenly, crushing,and covering her with a icky gooey purple gak...

With a start,and a scream,Cindy Lou awoke,and looked around, orienting her sleepy head with her surroundings..."DAMN HIM!", she cried.."DAMN THAT GRINCH!" She rose from her bed, her long pink nightie now fitting her much like a mini-skirt, those two cute little ponytails on either side of her head now long enough to brush along her waist, and made her way to the rather old looking dog with a large horn tied to his head, like a reindeer..."It's been 15 years now since that horrible night,puppy...15 long years of nightmares...and terror...But we're gunna find that grinch,and we're gunna make him pay...Yes,we are..." A cold smile crossed her lips, as she reached over to pet the pup..."So,he returned the toys...And so, he fed me roast beast! LIFE IN WHOVILLE JUST WASN'T THE SAME AFTER THAT! How dare he think that just because he turned nice,he could just walk away and never be punished for his misdeeds! Well,I'll show him, I will...CindyLou Who Will never quit til she gets her Grinch...He's gonna pay,and he's gonna pay dearly, for all he did to me,and all he did to you,too, pup..making you pull that fake sleigh like that...Poor puppy"

With a final small pet to the pup,Cindy Lou stood,and made her way to a table near her bed,and belted her mini-pink nightgown,and strapped on her boots...no stockings...she hadn't worn stockings since that fateful night 15 years ago that THAT CREATURE,THAT AWFUL GRINCH, had stolen hers...a constant reminder of his evil deeds,those deeds that had changed her life forever. Cindy Lou cast a glance at a calendar near the table..."5 months, Pup..5 months til Christmas...5 months to find that damnable Grinch,bring him to justice,and make him pay for all his deeds" Cindy Lou pointed at a map lying on the table, "Arangoth...YES...that's a likely place for him to strike...Arangoth..I think we'll have to pay the good people of Arangoth a visit...and of course, the doctors aren't very likely to find me there,either...Psycho? Post-traumatic stress order? ME? HAH! Little do they know...if the Grinch had tried to ruin THEIR whoville, they might want vengeance too!"

Cindy Lou strapped on her sword,and headed to the door,beckoning for her pup..."Off to Arangoth,little pup...CindyLou Who, Grinch Exterminator extraordinaire never stops still she gets her Grinch!"


  • NOTE: My sincere apologies to Dr.Seuss..:)


Date: Wed, 10 Jul 1996 10:18:24 -0500 (CDT) From: Kathy Stracener <[email protected]> Subject: The Search for the Child


((once again people, this is a pre-set plot, so don't jump in whether you ask or not because it starts and ends right here))

       *Tarma sighs as yet another missed day passes.  She rises from a

restless slumber and pulls her robe on. "Yet another favor for that...

  • sigh* large pain in the ass." She runs her fingers through her tangled

hair and heads for the shower.*

       *several minutes later*
       *She steps out of the steamy water and towels herself off, grumbling

to herself. "How many times to I have to do this shit for him? And for _her_ before they stop asking and leave me the hell alone?!" She walks through the hallways of the dark cavern back to her room. While there she dresses and combs out her hair, pulling it back into a thick ponytail. She takes one last look around her stone-walled room and turns toward the main chamber of the cavern. "I just hope to hell I see this place again. For their sakes... I had better." She walks through the main chamber and out the oak door set into the once gaping maw of the cave. She turns toward the RedFang bar and starts walking toward it.*

       *Inside RedFang*
       *Tarma shoves the door to the bar open and strides to the back of

the main room, toward DV's table. She stops just in front of the table and closes her eyes. A huge blackportal begins to open in front of her. "Well... here goes nothing...." She steps through the black portal and it snaps shut behind her with an electric glare.*

       *Walking the shadows*
       *She steps through and looks around, sniffing the black shadowed air

cautiously. Shadows of no form and all forms at once cartwheel and streak past her face, some laughing, some wailing, some on missions for cruel masters. She concentrates and her skin darkens to black, placing her in and among the shades. "Better to not be seen here...." Walking further, she hears the sound of a child crying, and she turns her nose up to sniff for its scent. She makes a disgusted face as she smells Chryss on the child. She nods and walks toward the sound, stepping over and ducking under the mindless shades. One jagged shadow darts toward her face, scraping soft shadow claws at her eyes. She gasps in shock and ducks, spinning to watch the shadow bobbing away, laughing. She glares at it shortly and turns to continue toward the child. After walking nearly a mile, she spots a small glimmer of light... a beacon in all the darkness. "That would be it... I'd recognize the fae glow anywhere..." She walks toward the child, noticing how all the shades shriek and run when they get too close. She walks closer, and gradually makes her way to the child. The baby cries and swats at the shades that get too close, screaming everytie they try to touch her ((I don't know if the child is a bot or a girl, so for all general purposes in here, I'll make her a girl)). Tarma looks down at the wailing infant and her face softens. "Poor girl... scared aren't you?" She picks the child up and cradles her close. The baby stops screaming and gurgles softly into Tarma's neck. Tarma turns with the child and walks back toward the entrance she came from, rocking the child gently in her arms............*

((here's where it stops until I can finish up in an actual RP thingie with Stalker and Chryss.... FYI, the child is theirs))


Date: Wed, 10 Jul 1996 10:28:30 -0500 From: [email protected] (Dee and Rich) Subject: A message from Ori..


Angel,

Ori asked me to let you know that she's having probs receiving the mailing list!

Thanks,Sorry to take up Bandwidth for this...

Dee :)


Date: Wed, 10 Jul 1996 11:23:04 -0500 From: Rue <[email protected]> Subject: A Little Treat


If any of you know my character Aylaishia and have heard the ayla.wav for her entrance wav, you'll probably see how much it fits her. But it's just not that part that fits her, the whole song does... So, out of a little random thought, I decided to post the lyrics up here, for those of you who know her, to tell me what you think about them. And the song is pretty freaky, I have people who tell me that... <G> It is the song "Home" by Erasure. It can be found on track 10 of their "Chorus" CD, which is, at this moment, my personal favorite. That and "Abba-esque." <G> Well... Here ya go!

I ain't never going home 'Cause I'm having a good time I ain't never going home 'Cause my time is come

I'll wait for the winter To lie at my door White stretches out before me Leads me to the hall

White circles play within my mind Ices over and freezes life Time will come, time will come, time will fall Bringing the world to it's feet Bringing the world to it's feet

I ain't never turning back 'Cause I've come this far And I'm lost within my tracks I will follow the north star

I'll wait till the springtime Is breathing at my door The wilderness before me Heeds the lion's roar

White circles play within my mind Ices over and freezes life Time will come, time will come, time will fall Bringing the world to it's feet Bringing the world to her hands and her knees

I'll wait till the winter Is lying at my door Time stretches out before me A stone's throw from the door

White circles play within my mind Ices over and freezes life Time will come, time will come, time will fall Bringing the world to it's feet Bringing the world to her hands and her feet

Bringing the world to her feet

Enjoy! <G> -- Rue http://www.io.com/~jimmie/kirsy/home.html

Keep Sailor Moon alive!! SOS(Support our Sailors)!! http://looney.physics.sunysb.edu/~daffy/sos/

"Go ahead with your schemin' And shop at home You'll find treasure While cookin' up bones But the knife is sharp You'd better watch that you don't cut your hands." Chorus ~ Erasure (Chorus)

Date: Wed, 10 Jul 1996 19:12:29 -0400 From: [email protected] (Black) Subject: Re: Battle at SoulDeep


Smiles wickedly:::

You can count on me being there to destroy your utterly foolish army.....


chuckles and strides off::


Date: Wed, 10 Jul 1996 16:16:03 -0700 (PDT) From: StevE <[email protected]> Subject: Re: kwestyon


YAY! i *knew* i had a few more out there!

Hellion -- tanar`ri-angel mercenary, practician of necromancy, now in the employ of Scarecrow due to knowledge of Kylus and Arangoth...

thanks Stagg and Silvan =)

StEvE o/~ Can you imagine for a second doing anything you ever wanted to? Well thats just what i do, so hooray for me, and fluff you! o/~

Date: Wed, 10 Jul 1996 16:16:06 -0700 (PDT) From: StevE <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Preparations....


(WOOHOOYEAH! Kylus finally gets down without getting funky...so pattie, with you leaving, do you want to put this whole thing on hold till you get back? cause the way this thing is looking, it would be a waste to end it really quickly...)

StEvE o/~ Can you imagine for a second doing anything you ever wanted to? Well thats just what i do, so hooray for me, and fluff you! o/~

Date: Wed, 10 Jul 1996 17:11:49 -0700 (PDT) From: Syl <[email protected]> Subject: The Ruatha, A New Lineage


From: [email protected] X-Sender: [email protected] Date: Wed, 10 Jul 1996 18:37:51 -0400 To: [email protected] Subject: The Ruatha, A New Lineage

As the air cooled within the room, where Menolly and Myn slept, three

figures watched from the shadows...semingly dicussing what was to be done with them, thru their ability of telepathy....as the hours passed by...:::::

As the single ray of sunlight filtered into the room, Myn was awoken with

the thought that she was at home, but quickly realized it was just another dream...as she looked from the bed where her and her mother had slepted, she immediately noticed three individuals standing in the joining room, seemingly talking to one another in a very strange and unknown language. Myn rosed from the bed...landing softly onto the plush carpet and moved across the floor to the doorway, as to get a better look at her and her mother's captors....Myn quickly noticed each was dressed just like the bad man, that was thought to be daddy's and momma's friend, but these ppl were women, not men....her eyes studied them each closely....really wishing daddy was here to rescue her and momma from these bad ppl. But no sooner had she thought this that one of them turned and looked straight into her eyes....Myn could not resist any of it....it felts as if her mind, was being ripped open....she screamed out loud, as she became very dizzy, and her ears began to ring real loud, her vision blurred...and the last thought in her mind was..."Where's daddy...."

  Menolly woke from her slumber in an instant at hearing her child scream

in sheer horror and pain...Menolly gasp with rage and shock, as she saw one of those evil person's looming over her child..as Myn just continued to have seizures on the floor...as drool and tears of blood oozed from her tightly closed eyes.....Menolly rushed out of the bed...tackling the female captor in an instant. As they both fell too the floor, Menolly begin slamming her fist into the helmet of the captor..as bruises, and blood began to seep from Menolly's fists, as she continued to cry, and scream, "Leave my child alone!!! You evil creatures, I will kill you ALL!!!!!" Another of the captors moved slowly over the Menolly, and snatched her up and off of the one she was beating up, and tossed her heavily and hard into a nearby wall, Menolly was tossed with such force that she smashed thru the wall into joining bathroom in the next room, where she landed in the shower stall, with a loud and body shattering *THUD*.....Menolly, still in a fury, tried to raise from her new position...but only found that her left arm, and several ribs had been broken severely from the impact of being thrown thru a wall. Menolly..just sat there and began to weep even more........

  One of the captors, stepped thru the hole in the wall, and snatched

Menolly upright by the her remaining hair, and carried her into the nearby bedroom, where she was tossed onto the bed like a sack of potatoes...the captor looked at Menolly, and then spoke, "Listen up, Female, we are in control, if you value they life of your child, you will make no more trouble, Understand!" Menolly just sighed softly, then spoke even though its was slightly hard, "Harm my child again, and it take a 100 of you to stop me from killing you!" The captor, chuckled slight, "My, you do have some fire left in you after all, well let us open you husband does as he is told, if Not.....well, how would you like it, if your child joined us...hmmm....I think that would just make everything much better, dont you...brother...", she turns to the shadows of the room, as Sun`zen steps out of the shadows....

  Sun`zen turns his eyes from Menolly to his sister, "Perhaps,

sister....you have a problem now". Sun's sister turns to him, "What do you mean problem?" "Lord Ruatha, is trying to seek out the whereabouts of his family...the pyramid gave him enough information to locate, it seems. " Sister replies, "And now did he find the pyramid...Are you aiding him Sun...because if you are, I am sure, your soon-to be wife would make a fine addition as my slave!" "Leave her out of this, you promised! And i am not aiding him, I have done everything as you have asked, but he is dedicated to his wife and child, I am sure he will do as you order." "Well you better make sure, take this scroll, on it, it explains what he is to do, in the upcoming battle in Arangoth between the Asyri...explain to him, if he fails us, then his child will be ours forever....and Oh yes, so he knows we arent playing around, Sun`zen...." Sun's sister, turns back to Menolly...who is slightly in shocked at learning about Sun, getting married, and can only wonder as too who that might be...Sun's sister, graps, Menolly's left hand, and pulls out a very sharp knife...and has the other two, female warriors there, hold Menolly down, as two more warriors walk in and one of them lifts Myn's coma like body up into her arms, and the other places a dagger to the childs throat....Sun's sister speaks, "Menolly take one last look at your child!" Menolly looks up...with tears in her eyes...as she seemingly pleads with Sun`zen to do something anything, but he remains standing there at the foot of the bed...looking at the floor....then Sun's sister, takes the knife....and with a two quick and simple strokes....Menolly screams...as her visions blurs in an instant, then darkness, falls over her...Sun allows a single tear to drop from his eyes...at hearing Menolly scream, he looks to see, that his sister has removed Menolly's eyes, and places them in a box, and gives the box and the scroll to Sun.

 "Brother, you best hurry along, I am sure her hubby, really wish to set

his eyes on Menolly's eyes again, really soon.....HHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"

Sun`zen steps into the shadows....and a crackle of blue energy seeps outwardly...and he is gone...Sun's sisters, has the others clean the room up, and then, in an instant two more Rifts in the Air form, and they all disappear, with Menolly, and Myn again....

((just as note from menolly's mun: Aww Stephen did you have to remove her eyes? Ewww! well ok Nolly is now without eyes)) -Sun`zen(former Sunaj) {I'm am just a Simple Gardner, who enjoys removing a few "weeds" from the Lands} Champion of BattleFest '96

Reality is a nightmare from which we can only awake from when we are living our True Lives in Cyberspace.......Long Live the BlkDragon*Inn in all its Glory.

-starcry(aka. Stefhan) -in life we have only the friendship and respect of out peers, for with out that we are really alone, and we cry in the night, to see a falling star and wish to it, that we grow and become better.


~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.


Date: Wed, 10 Jul 1996 22:43:03 -0500 (CDT) From: [email protected] (lsawyer) Subject: Re: Dont read this.



>kobolds, chia men and other asorted creatures.

  • stagg and thews mun gets out a magazine scissors paper and some glue then

begins adding to the list*

Why you pluraling those just me and i never put a clone on at the same time fer some reason oh well i really just felt like saying something in the list so here it is ME saying something in the list it wasn't ment to pick on your english

BLIPPLE BLIPPLE BLIPPLE BLA

okay if i didn't add my head would explode and there would be a very dealy nuclear war around the planet so be thankfull for this cuz i had time but didn't have nothing smart to say left with somethign stupid


Date: Thu, 11 Jul 1996 01:04:05 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> cc: [email protected], [email protected] Subject: New Beginnings...


  • In Phoenix Castle, the portal to Phoenecia opens, and a troop of the most

powerful Phoenixes on Simon's homeworld enter...*

  • One phoenix, a gleaming bird seemingly made of Onyx steps forward to

Simon and Empress Viskaya...*

"Your Majesties, We, the Lone of Phoenecia wish to Expand our Services to our Kin, and stand at your side here in Arangoth.."

  • Simon looks down to the Phoenix...*

"Arrowfeather, You know you never need ask to come and help..."

  • Arrowfeather nods to the Phoenixes with him, and they bring forth a

rolled bundle of scrolls...*

"Your Majesties..." *Arrowfeather continued...* "It is not whether we serve for which we ask permission.. Rather, it is our format of service....*

  • Viskaya looks to the Phoenixes, then to Simon....*

"What do they mean, Love?"

  • Simon unrolls the scrolls, revealing sets of complex blueprints and

unusual spells.... He peruses over them silently, then looks to Arrowfeather...*

"You all designd this, and wish to Commit yourselves to it? I must admit, it is rather.. Unorthodox..."

  • Arrowfeather bows...*

"Unorthodox, yes, your Highness, But, it is the manner of Service we have chosen, and developed."

  • Simon raises an eyebrow in surprise...*

"Developed? One of these is already active?"

  • In answer to his question, a titanic Dragon enters through the portal, 60

feet long, with huge feathery wings, rather than the usual Leathery wings, the Head having an elongated, serrated beak, the eyes a gleaming orange... The scales covering the body with a feathery grain, and dark gold sheen similar to Titanium....*

  • Simon and Viskaya gaze agape at the impressice creature which approaches

the throne, and bows humbly, a deep voice rumbling...* "I live to Serve thee, your Majesties..."

  • Simon looks down to Arrowfeather...*

"You all have Outdone yourselves... Tell me, what do they have as a breath weapon?"

  • Arrowfeather smiles...*

"Your Highness, That is their best distinction... For a breath weapon, rather than standard flame, they shoot masses of a chemical weapon from the Earth realm, I believe it is called ummm,, Napalm...."

  • Simon ponders for a few minutes...*

"Make sure only you Phoenixes can control them, and put them into Production on Phoenecia... I do not want Any made here, for security reasons..."

  • Arrowfeather bows..*

"The precautions have been Taken, my Lord... Titanus here shall remain for your assistance..."

  • Simon smiles...*

"Well Done, Arrowfeather, You and your group have pulled off a Miracle. Do return soon."

  • Arowfeather, the Phoenixes, and Titanis all bow and respond in unison...*

"As you Command, Lord Simon."

((Yup, a new PC ANd a new being to add to the Menagerie of Monsters in Arangoth. THe Phoenix dragons are Biomechanical beings.. Not true dragons, but made to resemble them.))

SimnFenix



Date: Thu, 11 Jul 1996 00:27:07 -0600 (MDT) From: [email protected] Subject: Descriptions (Honer's)


((OCC: Ok all I have never posted anything here before so as a test I am going to post the descriptions of my characters))

                                 HONER
       Honer is the last living mage of a far off country called Fay.  the

mages of Fay were Fire mages and Honer is no exception. Honer is 6' 2", black hair, and gray eyes. He regularly wears a deep red robe with many pockets containing spell components, magical scrolls, darts, small daggers, and potions (this is a Robe of Holding for all you D$D players). He wears around his neck his most prized posession a small gold amulet with a picture of his love, Aylissa. He caries around his magical quarter staff "NOVA" which when evoked can produce power full fire spells. He keeps all of his other possessions in a pocket demension supported by his life force.


                               Renoh
       Renoh is Honer's brother that he found in Rydin last week.  When

Renoh was born he was seperated from his parents and pressed into service by a black mage. The mage enhanced his strength so that he would be as strong as ten men. He later escaped from the mage. Renoh has long black hair tied back, blue eyes, and a short beard. He wears well polished chain mail that comes to his shoulders. He also wears two thick (magic defensivve bracers) with a lock pick hidden under the right one. On the lower half of his body he wears black leather breeches with black dragon leather boots. Out of the tops of the boots poke the hilts of two perfectly ballanced throwing daggers. he is equiped with a long sword that rests on his left hip and a heavy dagger on the right, a two handed sword is slung across one shoulder with a long bow and a quiver full of arows on the other. On his waist right obove the dagger is a coiled whip. He carries around a backpack with a medium shield and all of the lute that he took when fleeing from his former master which consists of several healing potions and some protection scrolls.

((sorry if this was long but I have been meening to do this for a long time now)) ____________________________________________________________________________ ________

Honer of Fay the last of the great Red Mages and keeper of the secrets of Fire Magic


Date: Thu, 11 Jul 1996 14:33:10 -0400 From: Dave Crampton <[email protected]> Subject: Kenokk & Trici (please post this, Dave)


>Date: Wed, 10 Jul 1996 23:19:34 -0400 >X-Sender: [email protected] >To: crampto3 >From: Adam Pigeon <[email protected]> >Subject: Kenokk & Trici (please post this, Dave) > >A Continuation of Kenokk and Trici's story >by: Adam Pigeon, Mun of the Many(over 40 pc's and growing!) and Defender of >the Sig! > >***The scene*** >On the way back to the Seilwood, Kenokk has met an old friend named Malek >who is then killed >by an unknown assailant. Now Ken races through the forest to try to find >Trici and possibly save >her from any attack. >12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)~ >Kenokk races along the trail, cursing himself for leaving Trici behind all >by herself. Ken looks all >around for any signs in the ley lines that might tell him where she is. Ken >spots a few converging >blue and green lines, surrounded by several black lines. He runs as fast as >he can, following the >lines, until he breaks into a clearing. There, he see Trici fighting >against 3 elves, all much bigger >than she is, with another lying on the ground in a bloody mess. "Trici!!" >he shouts running into >the clearing, his sword flashing into his hand. Trici looks up. "Kenokk!" >she shouts. As she looks >away one of the attackers hits her in the back of the head with a club and >she slumps to the >ground. "No!" Ken shouts and dives at the closest attacker, ramming his >sword of sharpness >completely through his body. Ken winces in pain as he feels the elf's life >force drain from his >body but he bears through it, pulling out his blood-covered sword and faces >the remaining two >attackers. "Kenokk Moonglow," he hears a voice off to the side say, "Please >put down your >weapon, we have been expecting you for quite some time now. In the name of >Rube Manslayer >I bring you greetings." "What does The Manslayer want with us?" Ken growls. >"Us? Oh, you >must mean the girl. Is she with you? I'm terribly sorry, we had thought >her to be another one of >Malek Starchild's whores. We are terribly sorry." Ken glances over at >Trici and sees her waking >up and looking around groggily. "She is under my protection, and the >protection of King Isin >Brightdale. If you harm either her or I then not even The Manslayer shall >be protected from his >wrath." "Manslayer..." Trici whispers silently, a look of fear spreading >over her face. "Harm you? >Oh no, we have no intention of doing that" The elf waves the remaining two >attackers off and >they drag the bodies away. "I am here because The Manslayer wishes to make >you an offer." "I >will have nothing to do with him, the war between the humans and elves is at >an end." "The >Manslayer knows how underappreciated in King Brightdale's court, but even >with all the power >the crown imparts on him, he will not live forever. And when that time >comes, The Manslayer >will ascend to the throne. And he wants you to come to him, and become his >heir." Ken looks at >the elf dumbfounded. "Yes, it is true," he continues, "The Manslayer knows >of the powers of the >ley lines that you hold within you. In time you could become as powerful as >him." "No, I will >never follow him," Ken says calmly. Trici stands up and moves to Kenokk's >side. "That is a pity, >I shall convey your answer to The Manslayer. Perhaps in time you will >change your mind." The >elf then turns and disappears into the forest. "Ken," Trici says quietly, >"What was he talking >about? Why would Rube Manslayer be interested in you?" "I'll.. I'll tell >you about it later. Right >now I want to get out of here and try to find somewhere safe." "Ok, I want >to leave as fast as >possible too." Trici takes a few steps and wavers and almost falls but Ken >catches her in time. >"That was a bad hit you took, we'll have to wait here a few minutes while I >heal that." "Must we?" >"Yes, I'm afraid so. I'll try to hurry it as fast as I can." Ken helps >Trici sit on the soft, moist grass >and then sits in front of her. "This won't hurt," Ken says softly as he >lays his hands on the large >bump on her head. Ken hums quietly to himself, his mind reaching out and >grasping onto the >flow of life in the forest. He becomes acutely aware of every living thing >around him. The grass, >the trees, the birds, Trici, himself. He feels the excess force of life >flowing around them. He >grasps onto it with his thoughts, diverts the flow, transforming himsel into >a conduit for the forces >to flow through. He feels the life energy force itself into Trici's wound >and heal it, and then he >lets it go, allowing the force to flow where it will. Ken opens his eyes >and smiles. "How do you >feel now?" he asks quietly. "I.. I feel wonderful. Thank you Ken." Trici >smiles and gives him a >hug. "Now let's leave, quickly. I don't like this place." "Neither do I." >Ken stands and helps Trici >up and they walk hurridly away. > >Kenokk and Trici travel for many silent hours on foot, resting little, until >at last they reach the >borders of the Seilwood. > >"Halt! State your name and buisness here!" a border guard's voice booms. >"Sidhe Kenokk >Moonglow." Kenokk answers immediately. "My companion and I travel to >Callistilae to attend >the wedding of King Isin Brightdale." The guard seems rather surprised by >this response. "I'll >need to see your papers, sir." "Of course. Here you are." Ken reaches in >his pack and hands >the guard a few pieces of paper. "I'm terribly sorry to have inconvienenced >you m'lord," the >guard says in a much softer tone as he hands back the papers. "Is there >anything you require?" >"Yes, we would like horses to ride and a small armed escort to the royal >palace." Trici looks at >Ken, surprised at the authority he is commanding. "Yes sir, right away" the >guard says and >hurries off to follow Ken's orders. "The royal wedding? We're going to the >royal wedding?" Trici >asks in a hushed but excited voice. "Yes we are, that's the 'urgent >business'. I wanted to >surprise you," Ken says quietly, a broad smile on his face. "Well i'm >really surprised! Oooh! I'm >so excited! Thank you!" Trici wraps Ken in a tight hug and Ken laughs and >hugs her back. >12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)~~ > >More ramblings from a bored and lonely mun: >Well, I hope you enjoyed this installment of Trici and Kenokk's story, more >parts to come! If you >have any questions, comments or general spamming about the story please send >whatever you >want to me at [email protected] If any comments are posted on the >mailing list I won't >see them, because I'm not on the mailing list. :( > >Now on to another subject, I haven't gotten very much mail lately. I'm >lonely out here. If you >haven't written to me lately please do. > >Now on to another subject, I may be getting local access by the end of the >month. Keep your >fingers crossed! > > > -- Dave Crampton AKA Dark Vampyre

"The Blood is the Life" - Dracula "Blood is like wine..." - Bush "I don't know how to be bad at being bad." - The Vampire Lestat "Call me what you will....." - Metallica "That's just one of my names...." - Bush

Dave's too cool Web Page - http://www.msu.edu/user/crampto3/ The #RedFang Bar's Web Page - http://www.msu.edu/user/crampto3/RedFang/


Date: Thu, 11 Jul 1996 16:12:12 -0700 (PDT) From: Syl <[email protected]> Subject: Continue of the Ruatha New Lineage


From: [email protected] X-Sender: [email protected] Date: Thu, 11 Jul 1996 17:51:39 -0400 To: [email protected] Subject: Continue of the Ruatha New Lineage

As darkness once again, fall over the lands of Arangoth, a shadow moved

effortless across the landscape, nearing the dark and quiet castle of Blackfens...::::

Jul`Kair peered from out of a nearby small bushes shadow...using his ability to meld with the shadows...he looked around the area...being careful as too, not set off any alarms, incase the castle was still being watched....

 He moved in and out of the shadows across the landscape, till finally

reaching the outer walls of the castle...he touched the stone...feeling its life force, as the crystal inside is armor hummed slighty..this told him, that magiks were still in use within the castle....he pondered..."yess, kaejo...you left behind some nice traps...funny man....". Jul`Kair reached his hands to the wall, feeling for the simple cracks in the wall, and this time used his non-magical talents to scale the wall..sensing that some of the traps would be alert with the use of magiks....as his muscles strained under the use..he thought "damn, been too long since doing it the old way, must remember to practice more, later of course". Finally reaching the top of the wall, he rolled over the top of the wall, landing softly and quietly onto the floor, his eyes scanned thru the darkness, trying to perceive any threats....finding none...he moved slowly, and low to the floor, but stopping every ten feet just to check his surroundings.

 Finally reaching the main hallways from where the bedrooms are located,

and after disarming a total of twelve non-magikal traps, and four magikal traps...rubbing his left shin slightly...seeing the flesh as it still hasnt healed completly yet...he looks at the blood soaked make-shift bandage, he curses silentily under his breath, "curse you Kaejo..damn sneaky trap..damn sneaky!" He continue to creep forward slowly down the hallway...till finally reaching Menolly and Kaejo's bedroom chamber...he thru some dust over the entrance and at the door....there he noticed, as the dust showed, the sigil of a strange symbol...knowing time was important, he choose not to try and disarm this, figuring it would take too much time....so Jul`kair, lifted a shield of an armored suit in the hallway, and rammed the door with his full wieght and strenght...still this wasnt enough, as the sigil flares, and a magical force slams him into the wall across the hall, the shield mangeld around his arm...."Alright....", he bends the shield off his arm, feeling the arm bone is broken, he winces from the pain...reaching into the side pouch, lifts out some blue & red sand, and tosses it at the sigil, it flares then disappears...he then rushes the door again...***CRASH***....falling thru the timbers of the door, he rolls to a stop by hitting a wall, real hard...feeling another rib break from the impact....Jul`Kair groans, as he looks back at the shattered doorway, he sees the sigil flare back to life again...

 Jul`Kair begins to search the room carefully...after several minutes, he

finally finds the piece of jewelry, Menolly's bracelet...he grins slightly, and places the item inside his armor for safe keeping....he then tosses out several handfulls of colored sands across the floor...hoping this will be enough, he summons a small amount of raw mystical energies, and gestures a few times as the colored sands begin to glow, and in a flash of light...Jul`Kair is transported......directly in the middle of the courtyard of Castle Black..."damn...shit...piss...u sneaky little bastard!"

 Jul`Kair looks around at all the startled Guards around him..."Hiya

fellas, Know where the nearest outhouse is?" The Guards draws their swords and shields, and charge him, saying "Capture the intruder!!" Jul`Kair, "Oh shit...guess not!" Jul`Kair uses all of his talents of leaping and dodge the best he can, with three broken ribs, a broken arm, and slightly damage leg...he rolls to the side, flips over a number of grounds, only to land on his face....he rolls to the side, to see and count close to eight swords leveled at his throat..."Guess we cant talk about this, huh?"


Menolly awakes slowly...now fully realizing that she is now blind...she tries to cry, and now realizes that crying only brings her more pain...he calls out for her child..."Myn, are you there??"

silence follows...then a voice breaks the silence::::::

"No my dear, your child is not here." Menolly replies with a tremble in her speech, "Who...who are you??" "I am called by some as the father, but others know me as the Caretaker." Menolly, puzzles the name..."Caretaker??...are you one of those evil women that took me and my child??" "No, i am not with them, i am a prisoner just like you...your child you speak of was taken from here, while you were asleep....I sensed that they are going begin training her to join them, my dear." Menolly, "Train her???, where are we???" "My dear, we are in Atlantis, well actually we are beneath Atlantis, in the Sunaj Training and Prison Halls...and yes, they plan to train her as one of them....i am so sorry to tell you this, you need to rest, calm yourself."

Menolly, can only begin to cry regardless of the pain it causes her, as she

continues to call for Kaejo in her mind..."KAEJO!!!!!!!!!!, Where ARE you!?!?!??!?!"


-Sun`zen(former Sunaj) {I'm am just a Simple Gardner, who enjoys removing a few "weeds" from the Lands} Champion of BattleFest '96

Reality is a nightmare from which we can only awake from when we are living our True Lives in Cyberspace.......Long Live the BlkDragon*Inn in all its Glory.

-starcry(aka. Stefhan) -in life we have only the friendship and respect of out peers, for with out that we are really alone, and we cry in the night, to see a falling star and wish to it, that we grow and become better.


~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.


Date: Thu, 11 Jul 1996 23:57:02 -0400 From: [email protected] (Dave Soltys) Subject: Re: The Northern Plains...


((I guess this is part II of this post... I cut it into installments since people hate large post... or maybe not... its just what I here... DreamShade's mun))

> He watches the box slowly open as a faint red aurora grabs at his >sly grin... > He reaches into the ebony holder of the red mystery as a crash rumbles through the shadowy room startling even the likes of DreamShade. DreamShade looks up as he senses the presence of his feline friend.

        "Tis I see you have returned... I think the weather may be getting

to me too...". DreamShade looks down at the two large emeralds reflecting the firelight and searching her magi companion's innerself.

        Forgetting the box, DreamShade closes the black, patterened lid on

the red enimga and sets the black box upon the small wooden table beside him as shadows take it and its contents to a safe haven. He speaks watching it leave his presence, and turns to the large cat. "Till later..."

       He sits back into his plush chair and reaches to scratch the

panther's ear.

       "Tis I think its time for a move... Don't yee... A return to an old

haunt for maybe...a long visit...."

       The panther looks up at Dreamshade peircing him with another one of

her quizzical emerald stares.

       "Well... if thats the way yee feel, but yee will never understand...

for now, at least... I know you are comfortable, but times change and I think I owe them a favor..."

       The feline stares back again with an almost human expression.
       "What do you mean!!" Dreamshade raises his voice glaring at the cat

and starts to stand.. "You are fool of many misconceptions my friend... Speak no more... You act as if you are queen of this place..." Dreamshade shouts at the panther with a slight anger upon his voice. The panther stands alert with a low growl. "GO THEN... Let your instincts fill your primal lust and blind what intellegance was granted to such an... ODD... PESKY CAT!!" The cat leaps up at Dream growling with a flaring green stare jumping toward him. Dream flinches back as shadow and light play off his retina's and reflect from the wall and the feline passes through him into the darkness."Damn... infernal beast that you are... play your shadowy tricks on me... AYE!!" Turns around in fury... "Yee were but an ODD BEAST... till I lay my hand on thee... AND NOW YOU ACT AS QUEEN!!! WHY NOT...." Dream fumes from within as a footstep breaks his wraith turning with bluish flaring iris's to a small shadowy figure standing in the half-lit doorway...

       A small, short stalky figure half-cast in shadow speaks with a faint

frightful tongue of high-pitched syllables. "Tis I nay wi.. wii.. wish... to Anggeerr... Sirrr ... I mean... Lor... Tis I mea.." The small figure steps forward with a height of under 4 ft and a small round face with a slightly large nose and a very pale complextion with golden hazel eyes. The gnomish character shifts in his pale white speckled gray fury shirt and wool pant. "Mast.."

       "SPEAK UP...!!!", barks Dreamshade with a flaring tempor...
       "Master... Master Rhaellon... I bring..."
       DreamShade's tempermant changes suddenly as he hears his birthname,

something deeply held by him and strangely given to few but his most trusted aquintances, and stoops down to meet the small gnome. "I am sorry.. Farlow... Tis the pesky... shadowy beast as you call her was acting up again...". The gnome shakes his head and his eyes grow small at the mention of the cat. "Aye... The big mean sh'dow... I never will know why you are so to taking a liking of such a big be'st... And she almost ATE me!" Farlow shudders at the thought. "She is gone for now, " DreamShade turns around looking into the shadows, "Hopefully." "Tis I bring you news..." The gnome shift in the large fur northern clothing as the heat of the fire beats at him. "And so how did thee come to find passage here so quickly... I nay hope you trudged here across that god-forsaken sun and sand ridden wasteland of those desert dwellers, through the snowy passes, and across the ice-strewn tundra... Is..." The gnome opens his lil mouth to speak... "Wait.. it isn't ready that early... HOW DID YOU... its been so long since I've seen you!" The lil gnome interrupts with a mouth of high pitched gabber... "Tis not M'lord as you say... We are near some semblence of completeness but still far off... Although... as to me passage... the circle and seal are complete and so gave me passage... it will now permit passage to Arangoth for the rest of us without your future worry and things will move quicker to completion with the fast route of magic... also I have other news... its of the state of affairs in the realm. The dese.. " Dreamshade smiles at the news and than interrupts suddenly... " I know of thee desert dwellers conflict with our fair friends of the south..." The gnome gabbers on. "But.. M'Lord the Queen has..." Dreamshade again smiles, but with a concerned look. "I know Farlow. She is in the hands of a desert mistress, but as that is as far as I have been able to inquire though... " Farlow looks confused. "But how... Yee are always on top of the most smallest bit before I even see the light." Dreamshade laughs. "You know of my ways... And I have been on an occasional visit to that happy inn of the realm and my usual haunts of the castle grounds, etc..." Farlow smiles knowing things that others know not of. DreamShade stands back up. "Now I have news for you... I am returning as of today... and.... Follow me." Dreamshade turns to the doorway and exits into a polished marble passage. Farlow follows behind with curiousity...

                       ************************************* 
        

        • /-*********__***** A Master of the "Point", *
      • / \*******/******* A Player with Shadow and Light, *
    • /__ /REAM***\******* Royal Magi to the Crown of Arangoth. *
                        • __/HADE*** A Dreamweaver of the Northern Plains *

((Oh and the mun is Dave, Royal Pain in the Rear to his friends.))

 "To see a world in a grain of sand, and a heaven in a wildflower."
                                               -William Blake
 "Reality is what you make of it." - Unknown
 "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." -Some wise old sage
                              


Date: Thu, 11 Jul 1996 21:32:23 -0700 (PDT) From: Syl <[email protected]> Subject: Continue Saga of the Ruatha Lineage Cc: [email protected]


From: [email protected] X-Sender: [email protected] Date: Thu, 11 Jul 1996 22:40:10 -0400 To: [email protected] Subject: Continue Saga of the Ruatha Lineage

As the Sun rose to meet the great Pyramid of Asylum, its glare flashing

off the teirs around the pyramid...the rays flirted down into a small hole into a large chamber that is set off to the side, protected on the outside by a number of stone statutes, and a number of roving guards, mostly being Sunaj warriors...::::::

 The female Sunaj warriors introduced themselves to Myn, you sat infront of

them...."Greetings child, I am called Dwen`zen first daughter of the Aerihza clan, and to my right is, Tazmir, my second, and on my left is Moquir, my advisor and third...We are the true lords of the Inner Guardiens of the Sunaj." Myn looked blankily at them and then spoke, "Where's momma and daddy??" Dwen spoke slowly to Myn, "My dear child, her mother died...I am sorry, there was nothing we could do, she had thought you were dead, when she awoke a few days ago, and we could not calm her, and she managed to injury one of my sisters, and my sister accidentally killed her, We are all sorry for this." Myn looked into the eyes of Dwen, and could not see if she lied or was telling the truth...and when Myn sought to feel the link between her and her mother, she couldnt feel it...so Myn collasped onto the floor, crying and shaking....

 Dwen spoke, "Myn, dear little one, do not cry, for me and my sisters have

decided to take you into our little family, and bring you up correctly....Moquir please help Myn, remember the truth..."

Moquir bowed slightly to Dwen, and then moved close to Myn....Myn still crying, lifted her head slowly and with tearful eyes, sniff a few times, wiping her nose on a tattered sleeve, and looked into Moquir eyes...."Can....can...you...help me?!?" Moquir merely nodded, then Myn felt inside her mind as if someone was pulling at it...Myn cried in pain, and then relaxed suddenly...as she looked with pain into Moquir eyes, then looked again with understanding....Myn saw memories fade away...slowly then quickily. What seemed to be days, was a mere few hours, as the small hole in the ceiling change from day to night....Myn rose up from the floor, shaking a little bit, she looked up to Dwen, "Dwen, my sister, we can i begin my teachnings?" Dwen replied, "Soon my child, soon...but now you need sleep, Moquir, please take our little sister to her sleeping chambers.." Moquir bowed slightly, as she lead Myn away from the chamber...Myn looked to Moquir, "Moquir...can you tell me anything about my mother and father..i can seem to remember them?" After reaching Myn's sleeping chambers, Moquir, knelt down to Myn, as a tear streaked across her face...Myn reached to touch the tear, "Moquir, why do you cry?" Moquir looked into Myn's eyes, still as the tears slowly streaked down her face, "Myn, my love...you dont remember me, do you?" Myn shaked her head. Moquir began to cry some more...then spoke, "Myn, you were taken from me when you were still young by some dimensional demons...it wasnt tell a few days ago, that me and my other sisters finally found you and brought you back home, Myn you are my only daughter, your really name is Myn`lea, daughter of Daoir Laz`jud, second to the order of the Sunaj." Myn looked blankily at Moquir....then suddenly her face sprang with a renewed glow as she shouted and hugged Moquir, "MOMMA!!!!!!!"

          • Meanwhile in a cell underneath Asylum Menolly is telling her 'cellmate'

the story of her capture and how much she wants to just go home to her husband and family********** Caretaker sympathizes with her plight, and so tells her, "My dear child, calm yourself, and i will try to open a doorway to your home." Caretaker begans to summon the energy from the nearby pyramid that lies several hundred meters above them ever so slowly so that he will have the power to open the Rift back to Arangoth for Menolly. Caretaker begans to pulse with the energy, and then funnels the power into the air near the wall, a sudden rush of air springs up, then the bluish vortex of the Rifts springs into life..."My child, your path home is now open, walk straight ahead, and do not stop." Menolly nods. But as soon as Menolly reaches the threshold, a sudden explosion rocks her body...she drops to floor as she feels the life begin to drain from her...Menolly lunges forward as she can feel her spine shatter, her ribs splayed to the near walls, her mouth and throat fill instantly with blood, as her mind screams out, ~*KAEJO*~, she falls into the Rift along with the few remains of her body..her lower torso remains behind in the cellroom...the Rift closes.

-Sun`zen(aka. Jul`Kair, aka.Sun`Dragn, aka. Sunaj) Champion of BattleFest '96

Reality is a nightmare from which we can only awake from when we are living our True Lives in Cyberspace.......Long Live the BlkDragon*Inn in all its Glory.

-starcry(aka. Stefhan)


((personal note frokm Sylvia...YES I know Nolly is dead...and Simon just leave her there ok?)) ~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.


Date: Thu, 11 Jul 1996 23:55:30 -0600 (MDT) From: [email protected] Subject: Hints for Recycling AOL Disks


>Return-Path: [email protected] >Date: Thu, 11 Jul 1996 21:36:54 -0600 (MDT) >X-Sender: [email protected] >To: [email protected] >From: Jim Essinger <[email protected]> >Subject: Hints for Recycling AOL Disks > >>Return-Path: [email protected] >>Date: Mon, 8 Jul 1996 16:56:42 UT >>Reply-To: Methodist discussion group <[email protected]> >>Sender: Methodist discussion group <[email protected]> >>From: KudzuKid <[email protected]> >>Subject: Hints for Recycling AOL Disks >>X-To: [email protected] >>To: Multiple recipients of list UM-LIST >> <[email protected]> >> >> Time to lighten up a bit. The following are suggestions for >dealing with the >>ubiquitous America Online "free" disks that seem to come in every magazine, in >>the mail, and everywhere else. Many people simply erase them and use them to >>store more worthy files. Here are some other options I found on the Internet. >> >> 1. Attach to a ruler and presto, you've got a fly-swatter. >> 2. At a restaurant, shove one under a wobbly table leg >> 3. Re-entry tiles on the space shuttle (donate them to NASA) >> 4. Room dividers for your hamster >> 5. Drink coasters >> 6. Bathroom tile >> 7. Sturdy case for under your bicycle/motorcycle kick stand on soft >surfaces >> 8. Mini Frisbee >> 9. Grill scraper >> 10. wrist slicer - after receiving first AOL bill (use metal door) >> 11. Once collection reaches 52, use for playing cards >> 12. Toe tags for mortuaries (great for identifying dead computer geeks) >> 13. Fence (may need a few thousands, but that should only take a >year to >>collect) >> 14. Halloween treat (give them away all night long) >> 15. Hidden/spare key holder (crack open one side, insert key, >place near >>door - completely safe, 'cause who'd want an AOL disk?) >> >>Gary >>[email protected], of course  :) >>-- >> [email protected] >>http://www.hardyboy.com/~bayport/welcome.html >> "Hate is not a family value." >> >> >----- > >Jim Essinger >[email protected] >John 3:16 > > ____________________________________________________________________________ ________

Honer of Fay the last of the great Red Mages and keeper of the secrets of Fire Magic


Date: Fri, 12 Jul 1996 04:00:44 -0400 From: Ash <[email protected]> Subject: Kylus's Trick?


        • Outside the inn back into the forest a little ways****


Erica cackled with glee as she held the ornamentally carved box which contained the Eye of Vecna. The foolish bastard elf (aka Kylus) she would show him who was damned.

As she faded out of side she allowed kylus to glimpse at his "darling" foster daughter Skylar.

          • A image appears first faded then comes into view infront of kylus**

Skylar slumped against the wall of the small cell, the stone walls looking rough compared to her chaffed bare body, and Daedil's broken form in chain but unconscous on the floor blood pooled around his head and only shallow breathes escaping him.

Kylus places a hand over his mouth, and whispers a prayer to paladine for them both as Erica fades back in, her ceremonial drow robes decorated with fine spider webbing make her truly look like one of the dead.

"Like how your "child" looks preist? I'm sure she would look better missing some limbs, you better hurry with the rest of your demands, time is ticking!"

Kylus turns to her his face hard again. "Go damned one....take it back to your master....<qm> may you both choke on it..."

Erica considering she had down enough to the priest for today walks through the portal a smile on her face.

Kylus smiles faintly and draws Kingarhn....

Kylus sticks it int he ground and DUCKS

  • A HUGE Explosion Rocks the Country Side, Birds squawk and take to the air,

the people of the inn look around quickly wondering if the earth was splitting apart, everywhere everything pauses for a moment, then lets out a collective sigh as the sound does not continue*

Kylus smiles, knowing he just activated the trap on the box he had given Erica, sealing her and ScarecroW in thier lair for the time being, til they can find a way to get free.

Kingarth flashes as Kylus pulls him out of the ground.

"Yes old freind, we do have much to do, come lets go prepare.."

And with that Kylus leaves heading off in the direction of Church...


=) Questions, comments, general BLAH, mail it to me! :)

~* Ash *~

"Perhaps this is a situation where excessive honesty can be detrimental." -- Data, Star Trek: The Next Generation


Date: Fri, 12 Jul 1996 14:37:10 -0700 (PDT) From: Syl <[email protected]> Subject: Saga of Myn with the Sunaj


>From: [email protected] >X-Sender: [email protected] >Date: Fri, 12 Jul 1996 16:08:24 -0400 >To: [email protected] >Subject: Saga of Myn with the Sunaj > >[[[[[Please send to the Mailing List...Thanx :) ]]]]]]] > > > >::Morning came quickly to Myn, who awoke to find her mother, sitting to the >side of the bed, loooking out a window...::: > > Myn, rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and then asked, "Momma, is everything >okay?" Moquir turned and looked at her innocent and sweet child, "Yes, >Myn`lea everything is better since your home...also, Dwen, has argeed to >begin your training in the arts of the Stone Mages, a very proud art within >the Sunaj...only the best ever achieve the teachings of becoming Stone Mages." > Myn looks with excitment on her face, and looks to Moquir, "When do i >start learning...cuze I want to make you and daddy proud of me." Moquir >speaks, "Myn`lea, you have already made us happy, and maybe your daddy, will >visit us soon." "Where is daddy, momma?" Myn asks. "His on a secret mission >for the Sunaj lords in another dimension, and soon will be home." Moquir >replies. Myn smiles...and rushes to get dressed....after nearly an hour >with Moquir, they both finally leave the bedroom chamber and walk quickly to >dining hall, where she, her mother, and several others eat an amazing feast >of foods set out before them...Myn is amazed by the number of servants, and >how they treat her, as she was royalty, Moquir explains that she is of >royalty, she is the daughter of the third High Lord of Inner Guards of the >Sunaj..Moquir points to herself with that statement...Myn smiles and hugs >her mother..... > >......directly after breakfast, Moquir, and Myn`lea moved to the training >halls, this is where Myn sees Dwen and another strange person dressed in all >in robes, where bandaged hands...and when it speaks...its "s" is drawn out, >like when it says, "yes" it comes out as "yesssss". Myn looks to her mother, >Moquir leans down and explains that that being is a Rifter, a being capable >of opening doorways to almost any dimension and world across the >cosmos...Myn looks blankily at the explanation, then just shrugs...thinking >he must be a bigshot. The Rifter turns its attention to Myn and >Moquir...and then walks away to the side....Dwen speaks up, "Good day to you >Myn`lea, and Moquir...Myn`lea, you will begin your training outside of this >place, the Rifter will take you and your mother, to another place, along >with a dozen other Sunaj to watch over you both while you begin your >training over the next 19 years...." Myn looks to her mother..."19 >years....thats a long time???" "Hush, my little one...it really isnt that >long, for the Rifter can have us back here in a couple of days as if we had >just left..." Moquir replies, and notices the confused look of her >daughter..."Trust me, everything will be okay." Myn shrugs, then smiles >hugging her mother...as they both along with a number of Sunaj, the Rifter, >and several servants, and packages on a hover slide, move thru the Rift into >the unknown....Myn slightly shaking, but tries to remain brave beside her >mother thru the entire event.......The Rift closes. > >****************************************************************** >-Sun`zen(aka. Jul`Kair, aka.Sun`Dragn, aka. Sunaj) >Champion of BattleFest '96 > >Reality is a nightmare from which we can only awake from when we are living >our True Lives in Cyberspace.......Long Live the BlkDragon*Inn in all its Glory. > >-starcry(aka. Stefhan) > > > ~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.


Date: Fri, 12 Jul 1996 19:04:37 -0700 (MST) From: [email protected] (Stan) Subject: forgive


I'm sorry all, but I fear I may not be able to join ye at SoulDeep.. My mun has something very important to do at the time. If I can, I'll join ye... but, if not, I beg for all of your forgiveness...

                                               ~Aystan Silveron~


Date: Sat, 13 Jul 1996 00:39:21 -0400 From: Kylus Dragonsbane <[email protected]> Subject: Kylus' retreat...


Kylus opens the door to his cabin and walks in quietly (or as quietly as he can in full plate). He looks around his empty house and sighs wearily. He managed to trick the banshee into closing the gate temporarily...that will allow them to act without being spied upon by the lich...at least for a little while.. Kylus mutters to himself, praying that Skylar and Daedil do not suffer for his actions. He gets out an odd metal frame from his armor chest and leans it against the bed. The paladin then begins to remove his armor, lashing each piece to the frame, and tossing the padding in a small satchel at the bottom of a frame.

"There," he says quietly, "that should fit on me don't you think?"

~* Don't you think that will break your back, oh brainy paladin?*~ Kingarhn snickers, the blue-green jewel flickering in the dim light of the cabin.

"How soon they forget," he smiles slightly, "It has a spell on it to lighten the load, oh barb-tongued holy sword."

~* Must we go do this? *~ Kingarhn sighs.

"Yes," he replies softly, "I've forgotten what it is to be a Ghosthunter, Kingarhn.....I think both of us have forgotten, old friend. Best we go away, and relearn what that means."

~* I don't want to go the mountains! *~ the sword whines, ~* They're BORING. *~

"How would you know? You were asleep in the box when I crossed them from RhyDin." Kylus asks, looking at the sword as he dresses in a plain pair of worn traveling pants and a patched up brown shirt. He places his holy symbol around his neck.

~* Oh yeah......heheheheheehhehee...silly me. *~ Kingarhn laughs mischievously, and Kylus sighs, knowing the whole point of this conversation was to drive him nuts.

"How much more is there to you that I don't know about, Kingarhn?" he asks, turning serious for a moment.

~*Hehehehehehhehehehehehehehe, now I can't just TELL you, Kylus....that wouldn't be any fun at all would it? *~

Kylus sighs again, and pulls out a bedroll, then lashes it to the frame. Kingarhn he sticks in a sheath on the side and nods.

~* A little tight....do you have anything one size bigger maybe? *~ Kylus doesn't even bother to respond at this point and Kingarhn laughs mindlessly.

The paladin sighs and wraps a faded grey cloak, the one that Skylar gave him, and goes around the house, closing the doors and the shutters on the windows. He takes his pack, which feels only slightly heavy, despite the armor, and walks out the front door, then shuts and locks it. Kylus traces a symbol on the door and mutters a blessing to keep theives away.

~* Ready? *~ Kingarhn asks.

"Not quite," Kylus replies quielty, "One more thing needs to be done.." he sets the pack down and pulls out his flute, a small, hand carved thing. Kingarhn falls silent, knowing he doesn't like to be toyed with while he does this. Kylus puts the flute to his lips, and faces the mountains that he will soon venture into--the ones that lead to RhyDin. He plays a soft, wordless elven love song and all the life seems to stop for a while to listen to the notes as they travel up to the moon, and to the one they are meant for.

Kylus lets the notes trail off as the song ends and looks up to the red star that points the way to RhyDin and hopes his wife is there, looking at it as he does from Arangoth. He turns then, and lets out a whistle. Its answered by a grey horse galloping out of the woods. Kylus smiles and rubs his head.

"Aeryc," he smiles, "You ready for a little ride? Its been a while." Aeryc gives the paladin what he can of an affirmative and Kylus smiles and saddles him. Hefting his pack on his shoulders he climbs up and settles himself in the saddle.

"It _has_ been a while." he mumbles, and Kingarhn snickers. Kylus smiles a little and turns to face his cabin, now lightless and closed up...empty.

"Gods watch over my friends, whereever they may be," he whispers, "keep them safe and at peace until the threats have passed...."

With that, he spurs Aeryc on eastward, towards the mountains of Arangoth's border and the place of spiritual retreat where he hopes he will relearn the skills of the Ghosthunters....to battle like he used to one last time.


((Well all I'll be talking to you when I get back from vacation! See you all then! :D ))

Patrick~

Date: Sat, 13 Jul 1996 00:21:45 -0600 From: [email protected] (OneStab) Subject: NETWAR


OOC:

Dear players,

I am very sorry the NETWAR had to be postponed at the last minute.. I thank all of you for understanding a personal emergency.

The NETWAR will be rescheduled for next week. I will send the exact time and day by sunday... and I will try to make it earlier for those of the eastern US persuasion..

Thanks! Darren


Date: Sat, 13 Jul 1996 10:17:45 -0400 From: Dave Crampton <[email protected]> Subject: Cursed Blessings chapter 2 - The New Blessing


>Date: Sat, 13 Jul 1996 00:04:34 -0400 >X-Sender: [email protected] (Unverified) >To: crampto3 >From: Adam Pigeon <[email protected]> >Subject: Cursed Blessings chapter 2 - The New Blessing > >Book 2 in the Deth Trilogy >by Adam Pigeon, Mun of the Many and Defender of The Sig! >This story has been given a voluntary rating of PG-13. May not be suitable >for children >"You'll learn to love this pain you feel, like father like son" -Garbage "Queer" >"Bow down before the one you serve, you're going to get what you deserve" >-/\/ | \/\ "Head Like A Hole" > > Deth fled through the ancient catacombs, trying desperately to remember his way >out. His sword was covered in blood. Many guards had given chase. It was >nearly >impossible to make it as far as he had, and there was surely much farther to >go. Deth >rounded a corner. A guard stood at an ambush, ready to shoot on sight. >Deth drops into >the shadows, a split-second before the machine gun fires. Deth runs blindly >through the >walls, drops down through the floor, and up through the ceiling, trying to >lose anyone >who might be tracking him. > "Breathing too heavy.. remember your training.. must keep silent.." Deth >thought >to himself as he re-appeared in the normal world. He looks around and finds >himself in a >tool closet. "Perfect.. now if I can get the right tools.." Deth grabs a >loose nail and a pair of needlenose pliers and starts to pick at the >psi-collar around his throat. "C'mon.. just a >little more and then I'll show them some pain..." Muffled voices come from >outside, "...got >a lock... ...find him... ...closet 6J.." "Damn!" Deth growls to himself. >The doors burst >open as automatic weapons fire sprays into the room, but too late, as Deth >dodges into the >shadows just in time. > Deth runs quickly and silently through the complex network of metallic >tunnels and >rough stone caverns. He sees a guard standing behind a door waiting with >gun pointed at >the door, waiting to ambush. "This is too easy," Deth chuckles silently to >himself. He >sneaks up behind the guard and snaps his neck in one quick motion. He picks >up the gun >and examines it quickly. "9mm.. full auto.. It'll do fine." Deth mutters to >himself. He >checks the ammo and then takes off down the next hallway. > > Lucas taps his foot impatiently as the elevator speeds upward. "I have to stop >Deth before he escapes or Karma Burn is gonna kill me," he quietly says to >himself. The >elevator jolts to a stop and the doors open. Lucas hurries down the stone >corridor, a quiet >pinging noise coming from a box in his hand. "Hmmm.. he went this way, all >right." >Lucas runs faster down the hallway and comes to a horrible sight.... > > Deth steps around a corner and looks for danger. He lets out a slight >exhale of >relief, the exit is at the end of the corridor. A chill wind blows. Deth >starts to turn but is stopped by a strong hand wrapping around his neck form >behind. "You are not leaving >alive, Derrik," Karma Burn's evil voice laughs. "Now your powers will kill >you." Deth >screams as a purple glow surrounds him and begins to invade his body, his >mind, his soul... > > Lucas rounds the corner and sees Karma Burn with his hand on Deth, imparting >the final blessing, that of death. Lucas sickens at the sight and collapses >against the wall. Deth's screams slowly die away as Lucas runs, losing >himself in the catacombs. > /\ |-\ /\ |\ /| |--\ | /--\ |---- /--\ |\ | > / \ | \ / \ | \/ | | | | | | | | | \ | > /----\ | | /----\ | | |--/ | | ___ |-- | | | \| > / \ | / / \ | | | | | | | | | | | >/ \ |_/ / \ | | | | \__/ |---- \__/ | | > >-The Mun of the Many and Defender of the Sig! > >http://www.msu.edu/user/pigeonad/ > > > > -- Dave Crampton AKA Dark Vampyre

"The Blood is the Life" - Dracula "Blood is like wine..." - Bush "I don't know how to be bad at being bad." - The Vampire Lestat "Call me what you will....." - Metallica "That's just one of my names...." - Bush

Dave's too cool Web Page - http://www.msu.edu/user/crampto3/ The #RedFang Bar's Web Page - http://www.msu.edu/user/crampto3/RedFang/


Date: Sat, 13 Jul 1996 07:52:03 -0700 From: Quickning <[email protected]> Subject: Rummi's Magic and Pawn


Announcing the Grand Opening of Rummi Gumy's (yes she's a gummi bear) Magic and Pawn Shop! conveniently located across the street form the Blkdragon Inn, with a second location on the Isle of Mysts.

    Have old armor that doesn't fit anymore? Is that rusty sword beyond 

repair? Or do you just need to get rid of a pendant you just stole! Come to Rummi's. Cash for Junk! I buy everything. Gold Gold Gold!

    Assorted magic spells, potions, and Items. Wand recharges for a 

reasonable price. Spells for every occasion. Have need of a cruel spell? See Rummi's Practical Joke Magic! Everything from itching powder to Instant HangOver spells. Lowest price in the kingdom for Scrying Spheres and Mirrors.

    Various Potions also available from Strength potions, to help you 

win a spar, To Angel's ulcer Medicine (Only available in extra strength)

Come on in to RUMMI'S MAGIC and PAWN!

This Weeks Special:

    Bye a Sober Scroll get a Coupon for a free drink at the 

BLKDRAGON*INN or the DragonMyst*Inn (you choice) ABSOLUTELY FREE! -- From the Stolen Pen and Twisted Mind of, Rummi Gumy

Date: Sat, 13 Jul 1996 07:53:42 -0700 From: Quickning <[email protected]> Subject: PC tolerance and Lack there of


Hail and Welmet Fellow Role players,

    I'm writing just tell some of you guys to LIGHTEN UP!!! I 

understand most of the role players play for intense drama My pc, Quickning is basically comedic in nature. She steal things from PC, and not always with their Muns permission. I'm starting to worry im going to get kicked or banned for this. I know that a certain pc was banned for being too annoying, and maybe he might have had it coming. But I got kicked from Inn for tipping a kick in the arse to Dulcy. Yes I was warned that Dulcina would fight back. I thought it would be some smart aleky remark or maybe have the boot the butt returned. But being kicked out of the inn is a little bit extreme isn't it? I wouldn't have done it if I had know that I would be kicked.

    I took it with a smile and returned with Quick rubbing her but 

after being kicked out. I just wanted to remind all you dramatic Muns that not all the PC's are serious. Not all are nice. Some aren't even sane. The variety of types of pc's, not just in personalties, but in role playing styles is what makes the BLKDRAGON*Inn fun for me.

    Quickning is a thief. She almost always tries to get the big 

tippers, and she almost never give a straight tip for the drinks she orders. Its not because I'm not trying to be annoying or trying to make every one else miserable. I'm being true to my pc. If you want me to stop just MSG me. I hope some of you will have the good humor to go along with it. And I will always play the consequences of my actions. Just don't check you sense of humor at the door.

    Thanks for letting me Rant and Rave,

>From the Stolen Pen and Twisted Mind of, Storm Quicking,

     Guild Vice Commander of

@}--}--The DarkRose Legion--{--{@ And her Mun Crystal

CAN'T WE ALL JUST GET A LOG!

Date: Sat, 13 Jul 1996 19:52:11 -0700 From: [email protected] Subject: None



Date: Sun, 14 Jul 1996 10:38:16 -0500 From: [email protected] (Dee and Rich) Subject: Re: None

 Elysiad stands looking out from her window, which over looks what seems to

be an ocean. She knows better. There is a knowck at her dor and a zombie opens the door and shambles to her.

 "What is it...Ah....mail from the BlackDragon Inn. So let's see what they

have to say."

 Elysiad takes the scroll and the zombie turns to leave. She turns back to

the window looking out into the distance and begins to open the seal. A light touch on her shoulder stops her.

 "Mail from an admirer Elysiad,"  AlAqrb asks sacasiticly from behind her.
 
 "Possibly, but then why would you care," she replies as she continues and

opens the scroll.

 AlAqrb laughes a very hollow, evil laugh, looking at the empty scroll,

"Perhaps, but this one can't write it seems." He takes the scroll as it bursts into flame and it's ashes float out the window on an unseen and unfelt wind. "I believe I am admirer enough for you Elysiad."

 Elysiad gets a small smile on her face that AlAqrb cannot see and as she

turns it vanishes, "Ah, but is any man enough for me." She begins to walk towards the door, but is abrutly halted by an unseen force. Then AlAqrb stands before her.

 "That is yet to be discovered is it....Then I guess I should explore..."
 AlAqrb leans down as Elysiads clothes are ripped from her body by another

unseen force. He slides his tongue...

        • The following has been edited for those minors that get these mails 8) ****
 Elysiad stands looking out her window once again. And looks at the ocean

and watches AlAqrb walk along the shore. "Perhaps....."


Date: Sun, 14 Jul 1996 10:22:18 -0700 (PDT) From: Syl <[email protected]> Subject: The Birth Of Granis The Sunaj (part one)


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As the Sun began to Rise thru the sky..its rays, just beginning to touch

the fragile lands underneath its graces...deep within the Asyr Desert the sands began to move....as anyone on the sands out there could feel the slight tremors....as suddenly there was an explosion of light as several hundread Rainbow's sprang forth into the sky and across the Desert...as the Pyramid shudder into existances slowly...then finally coming to fully appear in the glow of the Morning Sun::::

Granis awoke from his slumber rather early this day, and quicklily donned his armor and gear, snatching up the amulet he was giving by Sun`zen...he studied the item closely, and could see nothing special about it.....just outside his window the first rays of the morning began to glide into his room. Granis holding the amulet walked to the window....then suddenly the amulet was hit by ray of the sun....Granis stopped in his movement as he quickily spinned around, as he found himself suddenly in the Desert and standing shin deep in sand, there just to his left stood a Pyramid glowing in the light of the morning sun...Granis looked to the amulet and noticed it glowed for a mere second...then sudddenly Granis found himself standing inside the Pyramid..as the amulet vanished from his grip...his hand slightly numbed by the feeling of the amulet leaving him.

 Granis looked around, and could clearily see the large pillars of stone

and statues that rose beyond his vision high into the ceiling...and wrapping around the pillars, statues, along the walls, and across some parts of the floor...were these beautiful roses...each seemingly looked just like the rainbow..and as he looked closely, he could slowly see the patterns of color shift within the petals of each rose...he leaned close to touch one..."Stop!!!" Granis nearly fell over from the sudden voice, but didnt...Granis turned to see who commanded him, and grined slightly at seeing Sun`zen wearing tattered clothes, but they seemed rather strong in an odd way. "Good Morning, Sun!", Granis replied. "Morning, Granis...and please do not touch the flowers, ok?", Sun asked. Granis nodded. "So when do we begin the training?", he asked. Sun looked to the into air towards the ceiling.....as ripples of energy and light began to flare...thunder and lightning flashed outside of the Pyramid...then Sun looked to Granis, and smiled..."It begins now", Sun replies, and with a gesture of his hand, Granis awakes to find himself spreaded eagle on a table, with his arms outstretched, and as he looked with only his eyes to the right, he could see all of his gear and equipment laid upon a far away table, and to the left Sun, smiling at him, seemingily playing with a bunch of strange metal instruments...."Sun..care to explain this???", Granis asked. "Not much to explain...you are now my prisoner...HAHAHA...NOT...sorry just always wanted to say that", "But really, i merely transported you to the preparation room, since this is where you will be spending the next 8 years of your life, plus the additional 2 years it will take to train you correctly in the use of the Tattoo's...so just relax, and try and not think about the pain, that makes the "Dead" glad they arent alive...ok?", Sun explains and tells him. Granis tries to grin, but inside his mind his brain is screaming at him...""I told you this was a BADDDDD idea..didnt I...but NOOOOO, we dont listen..noooo, we want revenge for being made a fool of by the Sunaj...well buddy look at you now...no..no..dont say it...'Shut up'..""...Granis sweats a little...waiting for the beginning.

 Sun...walked around Granis..rubbing an oilish film all over his

body..."Granis this will numb some of the pain, alright...blink once for yes..twice for no!" Granis blinked once. Sun finished with the oil...and stepped back as he saw Granis muscle tighten real fast, then suddenly relax...Quickily, Sun drew out the magical grafting rods...as he clapped one to his to each of his ankle, touched the small ruby at the top of them...as a glow pulsed from each of them....the clasps, slap the sides of each of his ankles as blood and bits of flesh were splayed across the run...slowly the clasp twisted and turn..as they slowly dug their way into his flesh and into the granite slap that Granis, rested on...finally the clasp, reached bone...and with a grinding sound, then with a sudden screeching sound, each clasp, stopped , as the wound was magically sealed by the clasps, binding each of the clasps directly to Granis's bone of each ankle, preventing escape....Sun walked over, and with two more clasps, he placed each one directly above Granis's wrists, and again after touching the ruby, the clasps, splayed open his wrists, sending blood and bits of flesh into the area...muscle, liagments, cartilage being cut in two as the magical clasps each slowly twisted and turned grinding its way down into the bloody mess of his wrist(both left and right)...blood shooting out from the artery that is cut open...slowly, the clasp, grinded into the bones...screeching to a halt deep into the bones(imagine the sound the drill at the Dentist office makes)...then once again..the wound is magical sealed and healed...leaving the clasp bonded to the bone and table....Sun moved to Granis neck and head...doing the same to both of them as he did with ankles and wrist...placing the clasps, one over his neck, and the other on top of his head.....after a few seconds...the blood, brain, muscle, skin/flesh and pieces of bone stop being splayed into the area, and the wounds on both the neck and head are sealed and healed...Sun then brings to set out the magical tools to etch the tattoo's into Granis's body...~*Relax Granis, you are about to become a new Man!*~

On the outside of the Pyramid the day slowly creeps by at the speed of a

trapped snail:::

Inside the Pyramid...weeks and months move past...Sun, shaves Granis, of

his beard nearly 17 times the first year, then only 15 the second, then on the third 16 times...then finally gives up, and lets the damned thing grow....as he looks over Granis's body...as he begins to count the number of etched and powered tattoo's that glisten on Granis's body...1...2..3..4......7..., Sun realizes he must place more on Granis body just to make sure he is ready for just about anything...and so more years, pass by...Granis hair, begins to grey in certain areas..balding slightly on his head...his muscles slowly deteriote to almost nothing...his muscle tone, is nearly all go by the 6th year of the process....now Sun counts the number again...1....4....8....12...18..., "Yes, this is enough, this amount should give him a fighting chance against them, and plus he has two tattoo's of my own creation, something the Sunaj will not expect!", Sun laughs out loud, heavily and strong, breathing in the musk of an aged human, and dried smell of urine, dung, blood, and sweat, Sun sneezes, and shakes his head...he looks at Granis...then Sun gestures as a loud *CLANG* rings out...as all the clasps within Granis body, magical reappear out of his body, and back onto the etching table to the side.


~ ((This ends part one...I had to cut what Stephen wrote into tweo parts because I did not want to send something 14 [pages long to the list)) ~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.


Date: Sun, 14 Jul 1996 10:24:51 -0700 (PDT) From: Syl <[email protected]> Subject: The Birth of Granis the Sunaj (part two)


((this part is very graphic ...if you have a weak stomach skip to the end))

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This here description will explain the full details of what Granis went

thru for each tattoo, that was implemented into his body, except that the two super monster ones, inflicted four times the amount of pain and twice the amount of damage to his body:::::

Slowly as the magical etching tools slice into the flesh, blood, and muscles of Granis's body, a cold sweat seeps across his body as the body becomes coldly numb, then a throbbing numbeness springs out around the area of where the tattoo is slowly being drawn into the very flesh, blood, muscles, and is also being g directly linked into the very soul of Granis...headaches begin to course and throb deep inside his mind...a terrible and hard hitting shooting pain runs down his spine..his legs shudder suddenly, muscles tighten and relax many times over...Granis can feel his body begin to tingle from the power it slowly gains from the tattoo...he muscles and very fibers of his nerve endings beging to throb and ache...even the muscles he has never used before in his entire life...suddenly...a moment of calm, then Granis body lunges forward, the magical clasps grinding against his bones, from the sudden burst of his body in every direction...his body begins to convulse with stabbing pains..as he feels his very soul screaming out for relief..as he spews forth his own stomach acids from his stomach, the acids spews forth up into the air, only to splash down unto his face, and in his hair...his body becomes racked by continual bursts of constant fits of nausea and weakness...his entire fiber of his body and soul screams out for "DEATH!!!!"...even there are moments inbetween conciousness and unconciousness, that Granis screams out in a hellish scream with a voice from deep within the bowels of his own soul, as cries out, with tears running down his face as he pleads in his voice, saying, "KILL ME...PLEASE END THIS TORTURE...I WAS WRONG...KILL ME...KILL ME...I CANT TAKE THIS...KILL ME...KILL Me....PLLEASE..pleasssseeeeeeeeeeeee... <cry..cry..wimper...wimper..cry..cry...wimper...wimper...pleading..pleading. ..cry..cry....wimper...>... <----all of the above last for four days and nights), but slowly the pain lessens down to just the occassionally stabbing pain...nausea..and fits of convulsing....then two days later...the pain is gone, and only the memory of the pain, torture, and the desire for immediate death lingers in the front of his mind...along with mild headaches....then on the twentyenth day, after Granis has fully recoveredit begins all over again....this continues for each of the 18 tattoo's that are placed on and in Granis's body....but if you can bring your imagination forward deeper, just a little more....imagine that pain if you can five times worse of each of the two super monster tattoo's that were placed into his body and soul...imagine that amount of torture...think clearfully...and open your soul to the pain and death of that kind of pain, and torture over four days and night...:::::::::


  Five years, ten months, and nine days later, Granis slowly begins to

recover his muscle tone from the process of placing of the eighteen magical tattoo's into his body...the process of recovery takes the next the two years to recover from...then once he has fully recovered, Sun begins training him on each of the uses, and the different implementations of each of the tattoo's given too him, this training taking on another two years of Granis life, after this amount time, is Granis finally allowed to drink down the four potions that Sun has made from Wyldcard's elven blood and a number of other magical ingredients, the potions are two potions of youth, and two potions of longevity....Granis drinks one slowly..coughing abit at the taste of the potion...then after about twenty minutes drinks another one...after finishing each potion, Granis grins as he looks into a polished mirror in the room of the training hall, and now sees his new body covered with several tattoo's and his younger body stronger and tougher than ever before...Sun explains to him, "Granis, the number of tattoos, that I placed on your body, now makes you a supernatural being, your strength is mightier, your quickness is faster, and your skin more resistance to normal and magical damage, also know that only your magical tattoo death touch can heal your wounds, or another being from my world such as myself, Taeylea, and Kaejo can heal you fully if you were to take more damage than you could recover from....Also the Sunaj will test you, but I have used the gifts of the Pyramid to place into your mind as much information and knowledge that we both figured that you could handle, so that you could infliterate the Sunaj more easily without to many problems...Welcome to the family of the Sunaj, Assassin Granis." Sun sets out the Sunaj formal armor, and equipment for Granis, to wear when he leaves for Atlantis.

For those who like rolls, I personally rolled each roll for the potions:

Potion Youth #1: 2 years restored; Potion of Youth #2: 3 years restored; Potion of Longevity #1: 7 years restored; Potion of Longevity #2: 8 years....bring Granis down to the age of 21 years old. :::::

Sunaj then gestures and Granis suddenly finds himself and all of his

gear, including the Sunaj formal armor, and equipment, inside his room...as he finds himself staring out across the landscape of Arangoth as a new morning begins to rise thru the lands....~*Granis, friend, only 1 day has passed outside of the Pyramid, enjoy!*~

-Sun`zen(aka. Jul`Kair, aka.Sun`Dragn, aka. Sunaj) Champion of BattleFest '96 ....Long Live the BlkDragon*Inn in all its Glory. -starcry(aka. Stefhan, the mun)


~ ~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.


Date: Sun, 14 Jul 1996 11:26:41 -0700 (PDT) From: StevE <[email protected]> Subject: Re: PC tolerance and Lack there of


    • Gasps and looks at Quick's letter in innocent wonder**

oh no! you mean....people actually dont *like* other people?? no! say it isnt true! my entire vision of a perfect utopia of Arangoth has been irrepairably shattered! what about me?? i love everyone! i shelter everyone from harms path and take them under my wing to care and treat them lovingly!

    • nearly gags then rolls his eyes**

please...i dont think i really need to go into the humor thing anymore than i have the past couple of nights where i say a joke or something *meant* as a joke and people spend the next half hour pulling their underwear out of their rears...so, quick, i can tell you now....it wont stop....there are always people who refuse to play humorously, whether its ic or ooc...so all ya can do is just shrug it off, mark it down as another loss, then add the persons name to a nifty list **points to a pen and half filled piece of notebook paper beside his monitor** to mark down the people with whom *not* to rp with....so far, its working for me <g>....the past week, all ive tried limiting myself to was playing with people i didnt know, and ive had more fun in this small time than in the months ive tried to work my way into playing with my "friends"....

k, off like a dirty shirt....

StevE

Date: Sun, 14 Jul 1996 15:08:55 -0600 (MDT) From: Stef <[email protected]> Subject: Re: PC tolerance and Lack there of


Speaking for myself, I lie Quick's role...diversity is great and a pickpocket was always one of my favorite types of characters to see played. :)

"We're all mad here..."--Cheshire Cat

http://www.bnbcomp.net/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm Irc Channel #BLKDRAGON*Inn It's no longer just roleplaying..it's friggin' "As The World Turns" meets Captain Kangaroo ;)


Date: Sun, 14 Jul 1996 20:01:55 -0400 From: Ash <[email protected]> Subject: Rating Code? Cc: [email protected]


Due to the Graphic, voilent nature of some of the recent posts, and from Adam Pigeons example on his own "stories", I pose the question, "Should we have a rating code for the posts on the mailing lists, as in the story post?"

Okay before you down me on censorship, that is not what i meant, i mean a _VOLUNTARY_ Rating given by the author if that is what they wish to do. Granted this may cause some waves, but i think it would be benificial. Perhaps some of the younger roleplayers and some of the sensitive ones of us thought the cutting out of someone eyes and their gorey death was a bit to much in detail or maybe i just have too explicite of an imagination. I am merely suggesting a system not so much as like theatres, but like Cable/Sattelite ratings, like "V" for excessive voilent content, or L for language??? Does anyone else feel the same or do you think this is a horrible idea, i would love some feedback. As in someone would post the rating they give it at the beginning and it might warn some of us that this might not be something we wish to read. I would like to state that i am NOT WHINING about the latests post, i really enjoyed the Ruatha saga which my example came from and i complimented the author, that is his writing style, i am not criticizing the more violently motivated, just suggesting this in light of the more sensitive readers out there.

Thank you for your time and May you have a WONDERFUL day/eve.

A proud @ of BDI and a fellow rp'er :)

~* Ashley *~

"Perhaps this is a situation where excessive honesty can be detrimental." -- Data, Star Trek: The Next Generation


Date: Sun, 14 Jul 1996 19:30:03 -0500 From: [email protected] (Dee and Rich) Subject: Re: PC tolerance and Lack there of


Quickening,

As a channel op, I'm sorry to hear that you feel that your character is at risk of being banned from the inn simply because of her nature.One of the beauties of #blkdragon*inn is the wide-diversity of characters there. From what I have observed of the way you play Quickening, I have really seen nothing that I would consider to be offensive...she's just a good theif!

)...And to be honest, I have yet to see a character banned merely because

other muns didn't like the char...*grin* If that were the case, poor Random would be banned for life! :) I would ask you this,Quickening, are you certain the person banned from the channel was banned merely because the character he played was "annoying" or was there perhaps an underlying reason of which you might not be aware. If you are speaking of the case of Stagg, which I suspect you might be, I must admit I was not there at the time the ban was put into place,and I do not know all the reasonings behind the ban, but I will state this...the reason listed with the ban, as Stagg was kicked, was "Refuses to comply with ops"...The reason for his ban may have been due to much more than an op simply finding him "annoying"...Perhaps if you wish to know the reason for the ban,you should speak directly to the op who made the ban, or Angel and Blk,as they pretty well know everything that goes on.

As for the incident with the bot,while I can in no way speak for the owners of Horace or Dulcina, as a bot-owner myself (Pendrake and I own a bot on

  1. Camarilla), perhaps I can shed a little light from the point of view of

someone who owns a channel bot. Putting a bot together is not an easy thing..it does take time and tender care to get a bot configured,and maintained and updated properly. Bots are placed on a channel to ASSIST, to make the lives of channel users easier,and add to the overall atmosphere of the inn. To watch your bot, a "creation" upon which you have lavished time and personal investment, continually abused is a VERY frustrating experience.I, personally have witnessed MANY occasions of late of people abusing the bots. Quite frankly folks, the people who gave us the use of their bots have done so out of the kindness of their own hearts, in an attempt to allow us to have a better experience on #bdi, and such treatment is, I think,highly disrespectful to them, and ourselves as well. Try to imagine the inn without a Horace or a Dulcy...:( As to your being kicked for the incident, I am sorry that you feel that you were more harshly punished than you should have been...however, I do not see the kick as "unjust" for a number of reasons...#1) There have been notes posted, as well as channel topics, over the past few days plainly stating "Please don't abuse the bots!" #2) You were merely kicked, and immediately allowed to return...the kick was merely to get your attention, and #3) You were, by your own words, warned that Dulcy might kick back..this,in my opinion, constitutes a warning, one that you obviously didn't pay attention to, therefore the next step to get your attention was a kick...

I'm sorry if this offends anyone, but it is merely my opinion, and mine alone!

Thanks! Dee :) Mysha/Raenthrea/Elysiad and Anemone..:)


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Date: Mon, 15 Jul 1996 06:20:21 -0700 From: Adam <[email protected]> Subject: I'm back!


Hey guys! IT's me! I'm finally back, and I have good reason for being gone so long! First off, my computer was attacked by a virus and Windows was knocked out, so I cleaned the virus and got Win 95 Cd-Rom. Then, I found out both my 5 1/4 floppy drive and my cd-rom drive were bad, so I had to get them replaced. So, here I am finally back with a new 4 speed cd-rom, a new foppy drive, win 95, and a lot of catching up to do! -Adam -- One day more! Another day, another destiny. This never-ending road to calvary These men who seem to know my crime Will surely come a second time. One day more!

Date: Mon, 15 Jul 1996 10:22:02 -0600 From: [email protected] (OneStab) Subject: Time Away Cc: [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],

       [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],
       [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],
       [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], @bnbcomp.net,
       [email protected], [email protected]


Dear Friends,

Duty has many facets. For over a year now, me time has been dedicated, almost exclusively, to the defense of Arangoth and Loreil. This service has been at times tedious, but for the most part, fulfilling and rewarding. I have enjoyed me time serving as both a Warden and First Knight in Arangoth.

However, duty also includes one's family. Since me wife's death and TirAimee's disappearance, me daughter, Elise, has been essentially parentless. Her rearing accomplished by an old friend and mentor of mine from me homeland. Time has come for me to leave the duties of these lands and focus on me primary responsibility, fatherhood.

In time, perhaps, I will return to service with the Knights and the Wardens. For now, I will be taking an extended leave of absense.

I wish ye all well, and entrust ye to the guardian hands of the Goddess.

In Faith, Warden OneStab First Knight of Arangoth



Date: Mon, 15 Jul 1996 19:47:57 -0400 (EDT) From: Galliard <[email protected]> Cc: BlackDragon <[email protected]> Subject: Re: I'm back!



> cd-rom, a new foppy drive, win 95, and a lot of catching up to do! > -Adam


A FOPPY drive? Now wonder you've had problems connecting! Your drive's a total FOP!!!


Wolfie`s PUN-ishing mun *grin*

Date: Mon, 15 Jul 1996 18:28:40 -0600 (MDT) From: Stef <[email protected]> Subject: Great Aspirations Cc: [email protected], [email protected], [email protected]



Once again looking out of the spire's solitary window, the woman in black gazes out into the starless night, the moon obscured by clouds, tantalizing her of the upcoming battles in this land.

"Soon...oh so very soon..." Dark eyes scan the grounds of Verdant Keep, viligant for any sign of movement of her rescuers, Storm Quickning and her Dark Rose legion. The message sent by raven said they would come...where were they? The opportunities were growing fewer...as were the days before she would give birth to her first and only son.

The faint sound of activity outside her guarded doors announced the coming of her one and only visitor. Rhiannonn sighs as she turns, seeing her captor and father of her child stride into the room with little ado as the guards swiftly swing the oak door closed behind him and locked it down.

"What brings me the honor of a nocturnal visit from you?" Rhiannonn gazes at the Warden with a mixture of weariness and of wariness. OneStab pauses in the shadows, watching his imprisoned mistress, his expression reflecting the same emotions as hers. Sighing heavily, he approaches her and motions with his hand. "I need to search you, Rhia....please do nae make this any more difficult than last time, eh?"

A silent smile quickly passes Rhiannonn's lips, remembering the last time she was searched for concealment of weapons..wondering if he recovered nicely from the nasty bite she cast on his hand. The searching was a mere formality by now...routine and mundane...they both knew that she had no weaponry upon her, and since the capture of the Black Covenant, her magical properties were no longer a threat to anyone's safebeing. Yet all the same, he had taken her pendant. Running his hands down her sides then to her front beneath her black robe, OneStab paused, startled by an awakening sensation..the feel of a tiny rebellious kick upon the palm of his hand from her abdomen. His expression softening for a moment, he paused in wonder, forgetting for the moment who this woman was or their circumstances.

Holding her breath, Rhiannonn's face softened momentarily and unseen...touched by the awe on her enemy's face. Then it passed...and as One raises his eyes to meet hers, they are met by two hardened orbs, cold as onyx. Abruptly, he turns away and rakes a hand swiftly through his hair.

"Your time is almost due, Rhia", OneStab replied in a gruff and strained

voice, "There are some things we need to discuss after the child has come."

Rhiannonn sets her jaw stubbornly, her dark eyes boring into his back. "Oh...really. Seems to me that since my capture, *you've* been doing all the talking around here...this is *my* child...you cannot be certain you are the father." Then she laughed.

His cheeks reddening angrily, OneStab swung around, grabbing her shoulders, losing his characteristic cool demeanor, and instantly shocking her into silence. "Woman...I have had enough..do you hear me?! ENOUGH of you...if I were any less an honorable man-" OneStab bit off the rest of the sentence. He had reached his end with her...he would have to change his plans regarding her after the child came.

Rhiannonn assesses him with a critical eye, seeing the obvious strain this war was taking on the Warden. Many nights he was away, planning...his life revolved around it and was virtually non-existent at his keep. And the nights he was here...ah, here was the soul of a tortured man that few others had seen. Occasionally through the mortar and brick, she could envision glimpses of his most private thoughts. She could sense them best of all on nights she would watch him take long walks through the overgrown gardens on dark nights, his thoughts haunted by ghosts of his past...betrayed friends, a dead woman he still loved. Once she even thought she saw the image of a child in his thoughts..the vague outline of a tiny little girl, her hair a mass of dark ringlets and her skin a soft percelain with the glow of the innocence only the young can possess. Rhiannonn did not know who she was...but the thoughts of her were locked deep inside of him..and the most difficult to read.

As her mind was brought back to the present, she was surprised to see him watching her closely, as if he sensed her thoughts. Rhiannonn took a step back as he took a step forward, cupping her chin in a large hand, forcing her to look at him squarely in the eye.

"It matters not who the father is, Rhiannonn. What matters is its welfare...and I deem you unfit to be its mother...you do not know how to love. The child will remain under my care and I shall see to it that he is raised appropriately...under Loriel principles."

"I would rather *die* first", Rhiannonn seethes quietly, her eyes locked in silent combat with his.

OneStab slowly releases her face and looks at her, nodding in thought then sighs. "If that is how you would have it..verra well. But the child comes first...what you choose to do to yourself afterwards will be on your own hands, may the Goddess have mercy on your soul. Faith knows, I have tried by my best by you Rhiannonn, but you only find reason to hate than to accept. I pity you."

And with that, OneStab turns away and walks to the door, rapping sharply on it to signal to the posted guards on the otherside. Looking back over his shoulder, he eyes a silent and stony-faced Rhiannonn.

"If you should have a change of heart, you know what to do milady." Giving a mock bow, OneStab exits through the door, leaving her alone once again to herself in her gilded prison.

"We're all mad here..."--Cheshire Cat

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Date: Mon, 15 Jul 1996 22:18:41 -0600 From: [email protected] (OneStab) Subject: Re: Great Aspirations


blinks:: Wow.. that was... masterful.. An impressive look not only into

Rhia but OneStab's tormented side as well. No one but you could write that besides me..


Date: Mon, 15 Jul 1996 22:31:13 -0600 (MDT) From: Stef <[email protected]> Subject: Great Aspirations 2 Cc: [email protected], [email protected], [email protected]


"My lord...the woman...she seeks to join you for breakfast."

Surprised sapphire eyes instantly meet the confused ones of a guard.

"What?"

The guard nods, shifting uncomfortably in his uniform. "Aye, Warden...the woman 'prisoned in the tower...she requested me to ask ya if she may come an' join ya for some tea....an' quite nicely she did too.."

OneStab's brows shot up. "She was actually nice?"

The guard nodded once again, clearly feeling out of his element.

OneStab's eyes narrow suddenly and suspiciously. "I see." Setting down his glass firmly on the table, he pushed his chair away and slowly stood, adjusting his sword belt. "Verra well, bring her down..and mind ye..guarded."

The guard nodded curtly and turned to leave. Three quarters of an hour later, when OneStab was starting to wonder if perhaps the request had been a mere prank, the shuffling of footsteps approached the west lounge. Suddenly the door swung open and two guards gently but firmly escorted a woman in. OneStab had to blink twice. His eyes traveling slowly upwards, he was greeted by the sight of a woman he knew as Rhiannonn, but did not resemble her at all. Gone were the customary black robes she *insisted* on always wearing and in their place..a beautiful pale yellow silken maternity dress he had provided for her, among many other garments, when she was brought to the castle. Even more striking, she had her black hair pinned up, loose wispy strands touching the nape of her neck and softening her face. But the most remarkable thing...and OneStab rubs his eyes...was that there was no longer her trademark smirk on her lips or the defiance in her dark eyes In their place he was met with a look of composed serenity...as if she were merely a polite neighbor stoppnig by for tea.

"By the Goddess, Rhiannonn, one of us has lost our marbles.." OneStab mumbles, unsure what guise this is.

Lowering her eyes delicately, Rhiannonn murmurs, "I have thought over your words carefully...One. I am willing to change..to show you that I can raise..*our* child." Rhiannonn raises her eyes to OneStab sincerely. OneStab gazes at her for a long moment, thinking the Asyri must have indeed finally lost her senses...perhaps he should nae have kept her imprisoned so long..

"OneStab...I would like to start anew...may I join you? The baby is famished." Then beyond all doubt, she gave him a warm smile...without the malice, without lies, without sarcasm.

"Er..ah..aye." OneStab motions to the table and exchanges a quizzical look with the guards who return with a dumbfounded one each of their own. Rhiannonn glances at the guards...then at OneStab. "Aye...ah...I think I can handle this situation if need be...dismissed." Watching the guards leave, Rhiannonn sits primly at the side table where OneStab had been.

OneStab approached her warily, eyeing her. "Is this some sort of trick...an illusion? Just last night you had nothing but spite for me." Rhiannonn glances down...and a teardrop falls into the half-empty cup sitting before her. "I came to the realization that I must change..for myself..for my son. The Asyr have no more control over me...but I need your help, OneStab."

OneStab sat perched at the edge of the table for long moments and finally came to a conclusion. "I do nae fully trust you Rhiannonn...but if you are willing to try as you claim, I will give you the chance..for our child."

As OneStab turned to ring for a cook, Rhiannonn glanced up, a slow smile crossing her face, a dark glint in her eye.

"We're all mad here..."--Cheshire Cat

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Date: Mon, 15 Jul 1996 22:39:58 -0600 (MDT) From: Stef <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Great Aspirations


At 10:18 PM 7/15/96 -0600, you wrote: > > >::blinks:: Wow.. that was... masterful.. An impressive look not only into >Rhia but OneStab's tormented side as well. No one but you could write that >besides me.. > > Does that mean you like it? ::smile:: BTW..I am trying like hell to get on servers...I am lagged or something..so wake up!!

"We're all mad here..."--Cheshire Cat

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Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 01:12:24 -0400 From: Dave Crampton <[email protected]> Subject: Stalker's Life...Part 11


Well, as we turn our gaze upon this wacky crazy kinda guy, the usual warnings come into play. 1. Violence is possible 2. Nudity is possible 3. Graphic forms of the above are possible. 4. Crappy writing is possible (hell, even likely) 5. As above, profanity is possible and pretty ^&@%@#$* likely. 6. SPAM WILL RULE FOREVER! MUHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! 7. Dave will go and take his pill now....

FINAL CHAPTER OF THE FIRST BOOK

A post it note. It was written on a freakin' post-it note. "Meet me at the War-Del Motel. Room 11B. Come alone. Your life for hers." He had noticed it on the ground in front of the front door of the #RedFang bar. Those damn things never stick. Now he was on his way to a crappy little suburb of Detroit called Shelby Township. Bunch of conservative, republican, stick-up-their....well, anywayz, Jake wasn't one bit happy.

In fact he was downright pissed. Scarrd, a Black Widow, decided on SolarFlare as his target to get at Jake. ((If any of you remember, SolarFlare was one of Jake's Childer...one of the bazillions..)) His life for hers. The one thing Jake couldn't give up for her was the only thing that this Black Widow freak would take. Jake drove like a madman down VanDyke...16 Mile Road...17 Mile Road...the only thing that was keeping him from frenzying was the Metallica on the radio...

Turning into the run-down motel's driveway at about forty miles per hour, Jake screeched his black Firebird to a halt and jumped out of the car. He'd show this so-called Mage exactly what spells he could shove up his arrogant little ass as he ripped his head off. If any passerby had looked at him, they'd notice his eyes gleamed a little red and his canines looked way too long. Jake went up a flight of stairs and came to apartment 11B. Kicking violently, he ripped the door off of its hinges and sent it shattering into the room.

There was a female scream and a male chuckle as he stared incredulously in at the scene. A red haze was creeping about his vision as he looked on... blood was pooled on the floor. SolarFlare's blood. She was tied up to the bed, nude, her skin cut almost to ribbons...every time one of her wounds instinctively tried to re-heal, Scarrd would slash it anew, even as Jake stood there watching. Looking up at Jake finally, Scarrd grinned nonchalantly, as if this was all a game, and brought his hidden sword down quickly, severing SolarFlare's head from her convulsing body. The red haze creeped in upon his vision, completley obscuring it. Then all he knew was warmth....the warmth of fresh blood.....

--

This has been the last installment of Stalker's Life. There were 11 parts, of which I have copies. E-mail me privately if you missed any. I do plan on writing more about him, and am going to find a much better title than this one. Anywayz, comments, suggestions, flames, offers of sacrifice, etc are always accepted. >:) L8r spammy people.

-- Dave Crampton AKA Dark Vampyre

"The Blood is the Life" - Dracula "Blood is like wine..." - Bush "I don't know how to be bad at being bad." - The Vampire Lestat "Call me what you will....." - Metallica "That's just one of my names...." - Bush

Dave's too cool Web Page - http://www.msu.edu/user/crampto3/ The #RedFang Bar's Web Page - http://www.msu.edu/user/crampto3/RedFang/


Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 04:12:02 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> cc: [email protected], [email protected] Subject: SimnFenix's Mundane gets older on July 16th


  • Simon strides thru Arangoth, towin a wildly thrashing person behind

him..*

"Come on, Bryan, it's your Birthday. Let it be recognized..."

  • Bryan finally surrenders th the towing, not knowing where SImon is taking

him for his 24th year of mortal life...*

SimnFenix and his Aging Mundane...


Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 09:39:23 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Posting Ratings


Good idea I think.. this way if someone doesn't want to read something to graphic etc. they have an option..BUT remember there are certain restrictions on how far you can go here on the list..We cannot forget that we have a YOUNGER crowd with us...So let's consider them when we write..

Rating code

G=Little kids could read it and not have nightmares or know where babies come from after reading the post

PG-13= Some mild violence possible hint of sexual happenings but not enough for them to get it or you to get into trouble

R=Very graphic in violence and a bit more sexual tones ((let's not get carried away though...we that know how to take a hint don't need details))


I'll elaborate on these later....


P.S. Remember to put a rating at the TOP of the post..


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Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 09:39:26 -0700 (PDT) From: StevE <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Great Aspirations

 Well, i just have to say that this entire thing is very well written...i suppose One is right about only you two actually being able to describe One and Ms. "I-Have-Alot-Of-N's-In-My-Name"'s reactions so well, but they are written in such a graphic and definitive manner that its like i was peeking in on 'em <g>...i only have one complaint that i found quite unnerving...im sorry to say this but...well...*sigh*... you mispelled the word "stopping" in "stopping for tea".... <vbg>
 Hurry up and write a bunch more cause i dont want you to have a writers block fall on your head and you cant finish =)

toodles and stuff...off like a prom dress...

StEvE


o/~ Can you imagine for a second doing anything you ever wanted to? Well thats just what i do, so hooray for me, and fluff you! o/~

Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 09:39:29 -0700 (PDT) From: StevE <[email protected]> Subject: Re: SimnFenix's Mundane gets older on July 16th

 Flashback grins madly as he sees two of his *biggest* heros walking in... ((sorry...you have to have seen this pc in action to know why they are his heros <g>))  
 With a sensory expoding giggle, he leaps from his place along the philotic cords of the universe and pops into existance before the couple in a myriad of sparkles and wavering matter...
 "Helloooooooo peepels!!!  so its yer birthday huh??  i know!  ill get my hero a present!!"
 And with another flash and another blur of sparkles and melted existance, he vanishes away for but a second before coming back again in the same spot, little box in hand...
 "oh i cant wait for you to open it...ill just tell you what it is!  <bg> its a spice rack!  everyone needs a spice rack!  ...now...where was i...?  OH YES!  I REMEMBER!"
 With a big hug to both of them, entirely too quick for them to make a move to stop him, he whips out his book and pen, handing it out to them with a smile to rival that of a 3 year old after an hour of Barney vid's that his clueless aunt got him for christmas...
 "Can-i-have-your-autographs-sirs???"  
 And with a look of happiness that is only granted by insanity, he watches his "heros" in wonder...

(sorry....had to do it...that whole RandoM-like action once per hour thing....)

StEvEo/~ Can you imagine for a second doing anything you ever wanted to? Well thats just what i do, so hooray for me, and fluff you! o/~

Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 09:39:33 -0700 (PDT) From: StevE <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Stalker's Life...Part 11


oooooohhhhhh....a suspenseful ending <eg>....Dave, another well writen, well worded, descriptive, well spamifyied story...but tell me...the spam thing...this....infatuation if you will...is it in alliance with the vampire theme? i mean, do you have to think of undead alot to actually be able to accept that spam even exists? <g>

commendations,

StevEo/~ Can you imagine for a second doing anything you ever wanted to? Well thats just what i do, so hooray for me, and fluff you! o/~

Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 18:45:25 From: The Ebil One <[email protected]> Subject: Muns.


I came into the inn, and what faced me was tireing. It may be just me, and you can all just ignore this letter, but every other line was (( )), MUNS. Almost all of the inn members were OOC, and once in a while they'd pop in IC. I know I go ooc a bunch, but I try to keep the conversational mun speaking to MSG, not in channel. I ask one question that I hope some will answer: Should we limit the OOC stuff, and keep more of it MSG then in channel? -Jules.


Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 18:49:25 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: The Escape.....


Angel and Narisa run not looking back...the burning sun blazing down on

them they make theyre way as far south as they can...Narisa whimpers::

"Alysia! Please can we stop for a moment!" She stops and drops to her knees in the sand::

Angel turns around and stops panting heavily:: "Aye..we've been running

for at least an hours time...they havn't gained on us...or even chased us for that matter....tis good we went south" she drops to the sand trying to rest

Narisa looks up:: "Why..why did we go south? Is not Arangoth north?"
Angel wipes the sweat from her brow:: "Aye..but that's where they would

think us to run..and most probably where they are heading now" she grins at Nar

Narisa almost catching her breath :: "I'm thristy Aylisa...we need water"
Angel frowns slightly:: "Aye luv' me too.. we will need water..especially

if we are to keep going...the sun will be up for at least 3 more hours...it's hotter than hell itself out here...there must be an oassis out here somewhere ..or a village..." her words trail off as she sets her hand over her brow gaurding her eyes from the sun..she turns in a complete circle looking off into the desert...seeing nothing but just that.."Pray to the Saints I'm right...we won't last long out here"

Narisa lets out a sigh, tears welling up in her eyes:: "We can't make

it...in your condition sister...you..you cannot expect to travel so far in such heat..."

Angel looks back at Narisa with a glint of determination in her eyes::

"Damn well we WILL make it Nar! This child will NOT perish and I will be with Blk and my children again! and you will be......" she stops herself remembering Spectre gone.. "well...i meant you'll be home..and..oh...I'm sorry" ::she bows her head::

Narisa's tears stain her cheek:: It's ok Alysia...I don't have anyone

to go back to as you....I probably won't make it....it's alright...I wasn't meant to have the life I wished for"

Angel frowns:: "Damnation sister you WILL have the life you wished for!

I'll make sure of it! You WILL make it! we both will..::she pats her stomache:: "And this child! Now lets move on...we need to find water! And, get these damnable chains off our wrists!:: She grabs Narisa's arm and helps her up. They continue south...hoping...to find something...anything....but the Asyr.......

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Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 18:56:26 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: Re: Muns.


My nick is TheMun at the moment..because both my pc's are kidnapped..but I wasn't really even speaking in the channel..havn't been for two friggin weeks..just waiting to be rescued *AHEM BLK AND SPECTRE* I'm only there to watch the channel..so don't lump me in this thing

thanks

>I came into the inn, and what faced me was tireing. It may be just me, and >you can all just ignore this letter, but every other line was (( )), MUNS. >Almost all of the inn members were OOC, and once in a while they'd pop in >IC. I know I go ooc a bunch, but I try to keep the conversational mun >speaking to MSG, not in channel. I ask one question that I hope some will >answer: >Should we limit the OOC stuff, and keep more of it MSG then in channel? >-Jules. > > >

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Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 21:29:39 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: The Sun smiles it's searing gaze as they move on..


    • 5 hours into thier escape**
Angel and Narisa start to slow down...drenched with sweat they trudge on

thru the scorching desert::

"I...I can't continue" Narisa manages to pinch out the words through her cracking dry throat

"There...got to be...something...soon" Angel wearily speaks

"I thought ye ...said there would only be 3 hours left of the sun..." Narisa complains

"Aye...so I was ..wrong...tis only an hour to sunset at the most..it's cooled considerably" She drops to her knee at a large bolder "Ah..come here nar..let's try to break these chains on this rock"

Narisa drops down next to Angel, her breathing heavy..sweat stinging her

eyes::

Angel digs around the sand looking for any loose rocks and finds a small

one:: "here..put your chains up on the rock"

Narisa obeys and slowly places her hands on the rock seperating her hands

as far as they would go..only a few precious inches is she allowed::

Angel frowns looking at the dried blood around Narisa's wrists..then

glancing down at her own wrists that aren't in much better shape. She lifts the rock and pounds on the chains..the force from the blow shoots thru angel's bones like lightning and she winces...she continues and after several tries she manages to split the chain:: "There...that will make things easier.. here do mine" Angel stretches out her hands across the boulder after giving Narisa the rock.

Narisa takes many more times than Angel hitting the chains but finally

manages to split them:: "I need water Alysia..and ye need it twice as bad...godz is there ANYTHING out here?! I've seen nay but god awful sand for hours!"

Angel rubs her wrists looking around "Just the fact that we found this

large boulder must mean we are near some kind of incline..a mountain perhaps...and that would mean water... I wish I knew where the hell we were...come..let's go a bit further..if we don't find anything before dark we will camp for the night"

Narisa nods and they both balance themselves on the boulder trying to stand::
    • Sunset**

"we have no choice Narisa...we'll have to camp for the night...it's worse traveling at night with nothing but the moon to show the way"

Narsia stares at the small cave that they encountered...a large mountain

they had found some 20 minutes before sunset seemed theyre only refuge:: "but there are probably wild animals in there!"

Angel grumbles:: "Then they'll be having houseguests for the night.. or

would ye rather sleep out here under the stars where the wolves or god knows what else will get ye?"

Narisa shudders and agrees to go into the cave. They dared not enter to

far...they just curled up in the entrance of the cave and a few minutes later, were asleep::


    • Sunrise***
With the first bit of morning light coming into the cave Angel opens her

eyes. Every muscle in her body feels as though it has been ripped from her body and put back..she lets out a quiet moan as she looks across to Narisa:: "Wake up sister..it's time to move on"

Narisa jolts awake from what seems a nightmare:: "Spectre?!" Her eyes

rolling around the cave trying to gather her suroundings::

Angel frowns and lets out a sigh:: "Nay sister..we're still lost..I'm sorry"
Narisa sighs:: "I can't stop the nightmares"
Angel slowly stands and offers a hand to her sister:: "They will stop in

time luv', for now lets try to get home...or at least some food and water"

They exit the cave and adjust they're eyes to the morning light. Angel's

eyes widen as she turns to the left::

"What the hell is that?!"

Narisa turns in the direction and gasps:: "My lord! I don't know! But I'm

not going near it!!"

Angel shoots Narisa a glance:: "C'mon there may be water..or even food

there, or someone to get us HOME"

With much reluctance Narisa follows Angel...they walk straight for a huge

pyramid..that Angel knew was not there the night before................

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Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 21:54:42 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: Re: A complaint from not-Steve...


Reads the first paragraph and replies>


Let me define what *I* consider free form roleplaying ok? ok :)

The BDI is essentially set in medieval times..though not everyone plays a medieval character even though they've been asked a million times.. anyway.. it's basically let's play pretend without all the classes,rules,blablabla of D&D.. i'ts us writing a story as we go along..most of the time I always interact with all kinds of characters and just roll with it..EXCEPT in this case.. the kidnapping of Narisa and Angel... there are certain ways I wanna go with this..only very few different directions it can go...one of the purposes of this mailing list is to write stories..sometimes sure anyone can join in...other times NO it will screw everything up..if I had said "Oh anyone can join" Angel and Narisa would have been rescued in two second way to easily and bam..no more storyline..I have enjoyed it very much to write all the stories I have for the last two weeks..weather they are good or not is not for me to say..and probably no body but myself and others involved have even read them..But, I've had fun none the less.. and we havn't said "No one go near this story..we said no one go near this story without asking" and many have emailed us first asking if they could post something..sometimes yes they could because it didn't interfere but ADD to the story..other times no it just didn't work..As in real life not everyone will be involved in one peticular instance or situation...so it goes the same here.

I'm sorry if some of you feel left out of this storyline, but it's kinda an important one and I'de just like to see it get the plots,stories,and ending it deserves...


Thanks :)

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Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 22:10:46 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: Re: A complaint from not-Steve...


and another thing

Just read the rest of that post


The purpose of this mailing list as I said before is to write stories..I have read several on here that My Pc is in no way involved with..does this upset me? NO, it's like reading a new book..it's enjoyable to read other's stories and see what they're pc's and others in that story are up to..that is what it is all about. As I said before we cannot all be involved in everyone's stories..especially in the Inn when there are 30 plus people talking about all different things..so it's nice to come in here and see the stories of characters that we may not even really interact with because we are to busy with our own... this way we don't miss everything that went on in the Inn.. as far as ignoring a post if someone jumps in..well that doesn't make sense..once it's written it's much harder to fix the damage done rather than have it never had happened at all..


>3) You fail to allow your creativity its fullest testing. If you have a >closed story, then you are protected from someone just jumping in, >granted. But at the same time you limit yourself. If you leave the >story open for anyone to join in, then it tests your creativity to find a >way to work them smoothly in and out (whichever they may go).

I don't agree.. if someon just jumps in and says "OH! I kill angel out in the desert" well DUH that's lame ..or "I rescue them and they are home" etc..


>4) You alienate the "newbies." Lately I have also seen a few new people >come into the inn, and try to get involved in the role-playing, only to >be ignored. They then leave and never come back. This is not entirely a >result of closing stories, but anyone can see that closing stories >certainly does not help the situation any. Things like this (the newbies >being ignored) lead to the creation of new role-playing channels. While >I am not opposed to new role-playing channels, it pains me to see these >come about as a result of the perceived "cliqueshness" of the BDI.

THis happens everywhere.. EVEN in the NEW channel's.. it's hard for people that are into a plot or RPGing when someone says something to them they might not even see.. some people develop a system of just looking at the people's nicks they are dealing with at the time..a way to stick with the story as it scrolls along..they may miss that anyone had even said anything to them


>would also encourage all those people who have been running "closed >stories" (those with a header stating that permission is desired before >jumping into the story) to open them up to all, and challenge your >creative abilities.

My creative abilities are very well in tact..I however cannot spare the time on most occasions to explain in a post that this did not happen or he cannot have done that in the story. now, I am not quite sure if you are speaking soley live RP in the Inn or stuff here on the list.. I would certainly hope it's not here on the list because the stories here are what I set this up for.. and have made it clear on the web page and here what it is for.. I don't see your argument at all if it's the list you are referring to.. If you are referring to the BDI itself, I can see where the argument comes from and I would be inclined to agree with you more..but, in some cases asking someone not to interfere is the storyholders choice and right.


>not just my own. Oh, and don't be fooled by the polite nature of this >complaint. I was sorely tempted to fill this thing with profanities, or >even symbols that represent them, but didn't because some people will >automatically dismiss anything with profanity or obvious anger in them as >blowing off steam, and some people are offended by profanity.

I would have dismissed it because I would have thought it rude and in no way accomplishing anything but being imature and obnoxious.

Ok.. I'm done :)


Love ya all..even you wolfie :)

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Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 22:15:47 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: Re: A complaint from not-Steve...



Quickly..let me explain something


The specific reason we said "NO one allowed into this story" was not something we had planned or really meant everyone..it included a certain few that are notorious in jumping into plots and screwing everything up..therefore we put the No one in without asking disclaimer in there...I get posts now privatly from people with thier suggested posts and if it works I just forward em to the mailing list..it works well this way and keeps everyone happy..some of the posts that I have recieved would have really messed the plot up and took me forever to fix.. so ergo the no posting disclaimer :)

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Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 15:28:12 -0700 (PDT) From: RangerBlue <[email protected]> Subject: Dragon Spires Expedition Once more Cc: [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],

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Subj: The Dragon Spires Expedition Date: 96-07-09 22:05:18 EDT To the beleagured citizens of Arangoth:

Loreil has come into possession of some intelligence concerning a possible supply/weapon cache in the abandoned tunnels and mine shafts of the Dragon Spires, north of Arangoth. Asyri forces, hampered by the continuous rains in your country, are desperate to retrieve these supplies to continue their war effort.

We are asking all available Wardens and any interested citizens to come with us on a expedition to the Dragon Spires this Saturday night, July 20, at 10:00 ((EDT)). We will meet at an encampment north of the Castle ((meet in Channel #castle*camp)) to organize, and then leave for the Dragon Spires.

Please be warned, friends, that this expedition, though not close to known Asyri troops, could be dangerous. The Dragon Spires tunnels are not mapped. It is possible that the Asyri have placed traps to protect any army supplies. In addition, it is known that the tunnels and abandoned mine shafts have often provided shelter for dragons and other creatures best left undisturbed.

However, if we are successful, we can handicap the entire Asyri army by destroying supplies which they might well have counted on to continue the war.

Think carefully before signing on for this expedition. But if you are able to serve Arangoth in this way, it will do you honor and the Wardens will be grateful for your aid.

Please write to me by Friday if you would like to participate. Thank you.

With respect, RangerBlue Sovereign of Loreil First Warden


Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 16:51:54 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Souls tattered and tempers flared...


Rated PG-13


Angel and Narisa get shoved out the door by the guard.::

<m>"Touch me again Asyr and be ready to lose thy hand...along with other body parts" Angel growls

The Guard chuckles "Ye ain't scarin me missy..yer chained up an ye cannot touch me"

Angel spins around and lifts her knee with all her force into the guards

groin...as he winces and drops to her knees she grins.."How unfortunate for ye ye didn't rechain my ankles"

With that and Dellila still in the tent with Xandur she turns to Narisa,

grabs her by the wrist and whispers "LET'S GO!"

Narisa gasps and nods to Angel as she runs right behind Angel as fast as

she can::

The guard doubled over in pain doesn't even notice Angel and narisa

running out of the camp and disapearing into desert when Dellila comes out::

With a wicked grin on her face she stares up at the sky:: "oh how I shall

soon rule ever....OOOF!" she trips over the guard landing face first into the sand "WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE DEVIL ARE YE DOING YE IDIOT?!" She stumbles up brushing the sand off her glaring at the doubled over guard.. Then she gets an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomache and spins around widely "Where are they?! Where is the Queen and her sister?!?!?! "

The gaurd staggers to his feet:: "She..she suprised me..::still holding

his aching groin:: "They...they got away" ::he lowers his head::

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! YE DAMNABLE FOOL! YE LET THEM GET AWAY!!" Dellila's rage fills her as she pulls out a dagger and slits the guards throat..he makes a quick gurgling sound as his eyes widen, his face drains all color and he drops down into the sand dead::

Dellila screams for Xandur and anyone else who will hear her:: "They've

escaped!! HURRY! We must not let them get away!!"  ::She jumps on the first horse she can find and digs her heels into the steed...taking off north..hoping its the right way::

    • A few minutes later**
Angel and Narisa run as fast as they can heading south::.....

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Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 20:05:01 -0700 (PDT) From: StevE <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Muns.


>Hecks no! I say we limit the *IC* stuff. Our muns need to socialize! Down >with roleplaying! Whats your take on this, Steve? >*grins* > >--- >Cullen Stevenson


    • blinks and looks around at the mention of his name**

Me? oh....well....i dont really give a damn and i think you all know that by now...and ill openly admit that i was one of the muns that Jul was talking about in the inn at the time.....that channel is for free forming....i hate to admit it, but we all free form with our "muns" in the brackets just as much as we do with our characters....we all do it so dont deny it, but sometimes we just go off mundane to mundane (that is the last time i will ever use that word...i am *not* mundane, dammit) and have a little fun...its like playing two characters at once....within the magic of the brackets we can have *ourselves* do anything we want, not just our characters....so dont complain about ooc brackets, because it is just another step in role playing between good friends....

StevE -- the non-mundane one...

p.s. -- the new Stephen Lotts term for "mundane" **shiver** is "pwt"...a person who types, or person who's typing =)


o/~ Can you imagine for a second doing anything you ever wanted to? Well thats just what i do, so hooray for me, and fluff you! o/~

Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 22:12:45 -0500 From: [email protected] (Cullen Stevenson) Subject: Re: Muns.



>Should we limit the OOC stuff, and keep more of it MSG then in channel? >-Jules.

Hecks no! I say we limit the *IC* stuff. Our muns need to socialize! Down with roleplaying! Whats your take on this, Steve?

  • grins*

--- Cullen Stevenson "See this? This is a plain, ordinary human liver. But it's mine, you can't have it!"

                          - The Kids In The Hall


Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 23:24:49 -0500 From: [email protected] (Cullen Stevenson) Subject: Re: Muns.


Yes! I agree with Steve! Completely rule our RPing like he said!

--- Cullen Stevenson "See this? This is a plain, ordinary human liver. But it's mine, you can't have it!"

                          - The Kids In The Hall


Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 00:51:20 -0400 (EDT) From: Galliard <[email protected]> Subject: A complaint from not-Steve...



Okay. It's my turn to both complain, and raise a valid point at the same time (just like Steve does often... And yes, often he DOES have a valid point).

Lately, especially on the mailing list, the majority of the stories I have seen are marked with the header "This is a set storyline, please do not jump in without asking." I don't know, maybe I'm way off base, and If I am, would someone please explain it to me (gently, I'm not flaming anyone here...)? By closing the plotline to outside people you defeat the purpose of free form role playing. You have a set plotline, and things are going to end up a certain way--you've already decided it, and don't want anyone else to jump in a "ruin" it (ie: God PCs and certain characters whom are not considered good Rpers--I'm not mentioning any names here). Am I right so far?

That is not free form role playing as I see the definition. By closing the story to outsiders (not referring to newbies, but anyone you haven't written into the plot--which lends weight to my above argument), you limit yourself, discourage other players from role-playing, fail to allow your creativity its fullest testing, and alienate the "newbies."

1) You limit yourselves. Someone else out there may have a great idea to add to your pre-written plot, and you never get it because they don't want to intrude on an already-established group. Also, if no-one ever takes the newbies under their wing and *shows* them how not to create God PCs in the story... then how will they learn? Some of them simply don't know that their PCs are too powerful to provide any fun RPing, and others don't realize that a limited PC 1) makes the plotline drag out farther, 2) stimulates your imagination and creativity by using your PC's limited abilities to their fullest potential, and 3) can be just as enjoyable to play, and is certainly more fun for other players to interact with. <<Note to God PC owners: If your character was truly the master of all that power, he/she wouldn't need to use it. >:) >>

2) You discourage other players from role-playing. When you close a story from open joining, then you are simply telling a story, and acting it out, rather than role-playing (correct me if you think I'm wrong on any of these points, or have a differing viewpoint). This means you expect the rest of the RPers to pay attention, otherwise you'd just go to your own channel, and act it out there and mail each other back and forth, the way I see it. I have a story that I am writing, true, (A \\'olf Story) but it concerns only my character, and takes place before his appearance in the BDI. The thing that separates role-playing from story-telling, in my mind, is audience participation. If you only allow certain members of the audience to participate, then you are not role-playing, you are telling a story. And I believe the BDI was established as a role-playing channel. If you want to write stories, then mail each other back and forth, and then present to finished thing on the mailing list. I assure you I will enjoy it a lot more then.

3) You fail to allow your creativity its fullest testing. If you have a closed story, then you are protected from someone just jumping in, granted. But at the same time you limit yourself. If you leave the story open for anyone to join in, then it tests your creativity to find a way to work them smoothly in and out (whichever they may go). Granted you may run into God PCs, but that provides an opportunity to turn those Players and the players who in your own opinion are not "good" role-players into ones you enjoy role-playing with.

4) You alienate the "newbies." Lately I have also seen a few new people come into the inn, and try to get involved in the role-playing, only to be ignored. They then leave and never come back. This is not entirely a result of closing stories, but anyone can see that closing stories certainly does not help the situation any. Things like this (the newbies being ignored) lead to the creation of new role-playing channels. While I am not opposed to new role-playing channels, it pains me to see these come about as a result of the perceived "cliqueshness" of the BDI.

I hope that I have not offended anyone with this complaint, but if you are indeed offended, maybe you should take a look at why you're offended. I'm not attacking anyone, but simply stating a concern. I would also encourage all those people who have been running "closed stories" (those with a header stating that permission is desired before jumping into the story) to open them up to all, and challenge your creative abilities. Again, I am open to other viewpoints, but unless your argument is pretty convincing, I will not change my position. If you bother to respond, esp. in regard to the newbie and God PC points, I don't want to hear excuses about what the other people will or won't do. I want to hear what you are willing or unwilling to do. Making excuses simply shows me that you are too lazy to take the effort to help someone else out. If they don't want your help, fine. At least you offered. Then you can simply ignore all their actions in regard to your plot. But I for one, do not like being thrown into a group considered God PCs and others automatically, with status to change upon asking permission to join you story, which is what I feel is happening.

On a final note, let this be a notice to all. I will not ask permission to join in any story. If you close it, I won't jump in, but neither will I ask permission, and I will simply ignore the whole thing. I would much rather not do this, and be free to enjoy all the stories running around, not just my own. Oh, and don't be fooled by the polite nature of this complaint. I was sorely tempted to fill this thing with profanities, or even symbols that represent them, but didn't because some people will automatically dismiss anything with profanity or obvious anger in them as blowing off steam, and some people are offended by profanity.


Wolfie`s Open-story Player


P.S. I have created a new character for the inn, albeit on a temporary basis, due to his ability and a curse, I do not expect him to survive for very long. His name is Ragman, and he is on a mission. A short description: Ragman is a hulking brute of a man with arms of tree-stump thickness. He is dressed in typical attire (meaning normal clothes for the time) and carries a large stuffed sack on one shoulder. Anything else you wish to know will be provided in role-playing, and is open to the public to role-play with. I have but one rule... Due to his curse, he cannot be healed in any way shape or form--even naturally, although a continuously bleeding wound will not kill him, provided it is small enough. The human body continually produces plasma, and thus a small wound will not kill him. Larger wounds may or may not kill him, depending on what I decide of the severity of the wound. If you have a questions/concerns about this character, please email me (not the list) and ask.

Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 22:06:57 -0700 (PDT) From: Syl <[email protected]> Subject: Re: A complaint from not-Steve...


At 12:51 AM 7/17/96 -0400, you wrote: > > > > >Okay. It's my turn to both complain, and raise a valid point at the same >time (just like Steve does often... And yes, often he DOES have a valid >point). > >Lately, especially on the mailing list, the majority of the stories I >have seen are marked with the header "This is a set storyline, please do >not jump in without asking." I don't know, maybe I'm way off base, and >If I am, would someone please explain it to me (gently, I'm not flaming >anyone here...)? By closing the plotline to outside people you defeat >the purpose of free form role playing. You have a set plotline, and >things are going to end up a certain way--you've already decided it, and >don't want anyone else to jump in a "ruin" it (ie: God PCs and certain >characters whom are not considered good Rpers--I'm not mentioning any >names here). Am I right so far? > Actually in the story of Sun`zen and Menolly and kaejo etc......there was no set ending...but I did not want someone immediately writing and saying that they 'waved a hand and made Menolly and Myn reappear in the castle Blackfens'...Menolly's death was not planned it just happened as a natural consequence of her trying to escape...I apologize...and actually I just realized that you can't be talking to me because we NEVER once said this is a closed plotline please don't jump in...no one even bothered so I will shut up and stop rambling~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.


Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 01:16:20 -0400 (EDT) From: Galliard <[email protected]> Cc: BlackDragon <[email protected]> Subject: Re: A complaint from not-Steve...


On Tue, 16 Jul 1996, Queen of Arangoth wrote:

> Reads the first paragraph and replies>

Read the rest of it and get back to me, on this one, will you please?

> except in this case.. the kidnapping of Narisa and Angel... there are > certain ways I wanna > go with this..only very few different directions it can go...one of the > purposes of this mailing list is to write stories..sometimes sure anyone can > join in...other times NO it will screw everything up..if I had said "Oh > anyone can join" Angel and Narisa would have been rescued in two second way > to easily and bam..no more storyline..

Again, read the rest of my letter... Not everyone would have resued Angel and Narisa. None of my characters are dumb enough to attempt a rescue alone in enemy territory. Evne if they made it in, they'd have a hard time making it out with two injured people to drag along as well.

> I have enjoyed it very much to write > all the stories I have for the last two weeks..weather they are good or not > is not for me to say..and probably no body but myself and others involved > have even read them..But, > I've had fun none the less.. and we havn't said "No one go near this > story..we said no one go near this story without asking" and many have > emailed us first asking if they could post something..sometimes yes they > could because it didn't interfere but ADD to the story..other times no it > just didn't work..As in real life not everyone will be involved in one > peticular instance or situation...so it goes the same here.

True, but they have the opportunity to try. With or without permission. Also, just to clarify, this letter was not directed at your or your story alone, but a general class of stories, as I stated later on in the letter.


> > I'm sorry if some of you feel left out of this storyline, but it's kinda an > important one and I'de just like to see it get the plots,stories,and ending > it deserves...

I don't blame you. That's what we all want, right? But in doing so, you assume that someone else can't write a plot, story and ending that you might enjoy even more than the one you wrote. You cheat yourself of what you most want. Again. READ the rest of my letter and get back to me. I addressed most of these arguments in that letter, and I think I deserve a full reading before you respond.  :) There are also other things you might want to answer in it... And I don't feel left out (see above.).

> > > Thanks :)

Not a problem. Always happy to do my part.

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Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 01:19:28 -0400 (EDT) From: Galliard <[email protected]> Cc: BlackDragon <[email protected]> Subject: Re: A complaint from not-Steve...


On Tue, 16 Jul 1996, Syl wrote:

> Actually in the story of Sun`zen and Menolly and kaejo etc......there was no set ending...but I did not want someone immediately writing and saying that they 'waved a hand and made Menolly and Myn reappear in the castle Blackfens'...Menolly's death was not planned it just happened as a natural consequence of her trying to escape...I apologize...and actually I just realized that you can't be talking to me because we NEVER once said this is a closed plotline please don't jump in...no one even bothered so I will shut up and stop rambling~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all. >


Again, let me re-iterate. I was not speaking to any one individual or group. I was simply addressing a concern to the general public of the BDI. Even if you never contributed to the mailing list before, but have a different viewpoint, and wish to tell me, do so. But don't get defensive! I'm not attacking any body!

Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 22:27:36 -0700 (PDT) From: Syl <[email protected]> Subject: Continue Saga of Myn, Possible End?


>From: [email protected] >X-Sender: [email protected] >Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 22:28:19 -0400 >To: [email protected] >Subject: Continue Saga of Myn, Possible End? > >During the festival of the mid-summer year, Atlantis was booming with >travelers from all over, including the various dimensional travelers that >come to visit the slave markets, and purchase items, and/or other beings...... > >:::A Rift opens within the Main Halls of the Sunaj...::: > >:::Another Rift Opens, within the Lower Levels of the Halls of the Sunaj....:::: > > Myn`lea steps out of the Rift, brushing her hair to the side out of her >face, her sculpted body of a young women, firm, and pleasant...she moves >slowly across the floor, her eyes flaring with a deep power just behind >them, as she looks around the large chamber...she quickly notices her >mother, and several others of the Sunaj, standing there watching her....she >quickly notices Dwen, as she walks up to Myn. "Welcom back home, Myn`lea, >your mother and Rokgop told us much of your progress." Myn allowed a simple >smile come to her lips, as she bowed slightly to Dwen and her mother. >"Dwen, what is my mission, fore Rokgop told me, to report to you for the my >assignment", Myn asked. "Oh, that...well, it is a touchy subject, first you >will enjoy the company of your mother, and then return here in the morning >for your assignment, Myn`lea", Dwen replied. Myn nodded, and moved beside >her mother...they hug each other, and then moved down the halls out of main >chamber to be alone in their private chamber. > >*************************************** > > Granis step out of the Rift, as well as Sun`zen...the Rift closed >instantly behind them. "Granis, listen to me, fore we both are now within >the home of the Sunaj, chances are they noticed/felt this Rift open..so we >must make haste, I have a mission of my own here in Atlantis...you are to >follow the halls, and ask simple direct orders/questions to any you meet, >ever allow them the upperhand on you, alright?" Granis, nodded slowly, >feeling his stomach flop over several times...as he finally felt the >pressure of Death await him, if he was found out. Sun shapeshifted into a >normal looking female, and quickly donned the clothes he brought along with >him, he merely smiled to Granis as he placed the final clothes on. Granis, >watched, and ready himself as a guard, as he tried to contiunal remind >himself Sun was male, even though his female form look very awesome. Sun >quickly moved out of the room and headed off in a different direction...he >quickly disappeared down the hall. Granis looked around, and shrug, then >moved forward. It wasnt 30 minutes, when Granis encountered some Sunaj, >coming out of what seemed and smelled like a kitchen of sorts....Granis >merely nodded, and stepped into the room, and looked around...his eyes could >not believe the sight before, him....An Inn, kitchen, and all a few hundred >times the size of the BlkDragon Inn...and here he didnt see his friends, >here was at best counts hundreds of Sunaj, he gulped silently, and moved out >of the room, and continued his travels up the hall...finally he came to >stairs, and moved up them, several levels up, and these is when it dawned on >him as he looked around...and quickly realized, he was on the main level. > > Granis ran into a number of Sunaj sentries as he moved thru the >hallways, thru the course of speaking with them, he learned of only one >female that is within the complex that fits a resemblence to the name, >Myn....but he found out this female is a young woman, and not a child...he >ponders over the thought...and returns back to the point where he and Sun >where to meet up again. Sun arrived moments later running quickly down the >hallway...Granis looked at him, and then Suddenly a Rift opened near >Granis...Sun ran up to Granis, "So you find her??", he looks around, "Guess >not, oh well no time to think of picking up any souvenirs." Granis replied, >"But we need more time....", he turned to where Sun was pointing, and >noticed several Sunaj warriors rushing up the hallway...Granis turned to >face them, and Sun snatched Granis, as he dove into the Rift...it closed. > >********************************************************* > > Myn heard the confusion outside her room, and step outside to see what was >going on, as she saw two indivduals standing before a Rift, and several >Sunaj rushing up the corridor...she prepared a spell to send at the two, >quickly noticing them for intruders, but before she could finish them spell, >the two dove thru the Rift, and it closed. "Damn, intruders!", she cursed. > > Myn returned to her room, and spent the rest of the day with her mother, >and then early that morning, meet her father, but only briefly, as he was >having to go to the lower levels to aid in the recover of a number of a >escaped prisoners, that an intruder had released in her retreat. Myn was >escorted back to the main chamber, where she was to meet with Dwen. >Arriving their, she noticed only that Dwen and the Rifter was here. "Dwen, >care to explain what occurred yesterday with the intruders?" Dwen replied, >"Of that...it seems, that someone found our secret holds of various >information of various dimensions and worlds...and destroyed most of the >information, but lucky for us, that our Rifter here, kepts most of that >information inside its head...she laughs." > > "Well, time for you to go...your assignment is too visit a world, that we >have are eyes on, in this world, there are two prime forces at work, one is >called Asyri, and the other is a combination of forces, within some land >called Arangoth...you are to go, watch and listen...do whatever you have too >survive." Myn looked puzzled, "But what is the assignment?" Dwen replied, >"To listen, watch, and to send reports once a month back on what is >happening in that world...I must also warn you, there is an evil force >their, known as the Ruatha's, one is an evil wizard and the other is an evil >melter of the mind...take care with your thoughts, and with your attitude >around those too....also, a small warning, there is also a Rainbow Dragon on >that world, take special care to avoid it, fore it could pose a threat even >to you, understand?" Myn nods...and then asks, "How will i recognize these >evil forces?" "You will noticed them both easily, fore they both have a >star over one of their eyes...the Dragon...well thats a problem, fore it can >shapechange and look like any race, including gender, just be on your >guard", Dwen states. Myn smiles, and bows to Dwen, and then graps her >snatchel of gear, her cloak of holding, hugs her mother, as a tear slides >down her cheek. "Be well daughter, and maybe i will visit, or you can return >here", Moquir whispers to her. Dwen walks up to Myn and hands her another >snatchel, "Myn inside this contains a book with neverending pages, a quill >that never runs out of ink, also, currency, and a pendant, this pendant will >open a Rift once a month, so that you can return here to report your >findings, and visit with your mother, before returning." Myn nods, and >soon, she walks thru the Rift and is gone...the Rift closes. > > Myn steps out of the RIft, and looks around...spotting a small, but nice >Inn just down the road...as she walks to it, she reads the sign on the >outside..."Welcome to the Blkdragon Inn". > >************************************* >-Sun`zen(aka. Jul`Kair, aka.Sun`Dragn, aka. Sunaj) >Champion of BattleFest '96 >....Long Live the BlkDragon*Inn in all its Glory. >-starcry(aka. Stefhan, the mun) > > >~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.

Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 23:32:04 -0600 From: [email protected] (OneStab) Subject: Re: Muns.


raises a brow::

In my rather humble opinion, certain players are ruining BDI with incessant munchat unrelated to RP. I can't name names. I try to ignore the banter. But frankly, very seldom do I frequent BDI anymore because it is a jumble of muns yapping. There are *thousands* of "munchat" channels. Thousands. BDI is becoming just one more of them.

Three times I have, as my OP charter demands, asked this chatter to stop. All three times I was rebuked for doing so (Once or Twice by other ops). Therefore, I request a clarification. Is the following (taken from an earlier AngelSin letter) actual OP policy and therefore law, or is it wishful thinking? The statement is ambiguous on that point.

>OOC: Let's try to keep the (())'s to a minimun..but this rule is kinda a >give or take..it depends what time of day it is, how many people are in the >Inn etc. Sometimes everyone is talking ooc for a few minutes and it doesn't >matter..that's usually when I come in and ruin everyone's fun and tell them >to get back to RpG >:)

Personally, I wish an RP channel. BDI stretches farther and farther from RP each day. I suggest a neat lil sub channel BLKDRAGON*OOC. Players can be both places; and, it seems easier (to me anyway) simply to move the cursor to the OOC room window than type the (( )) designators.

BTW, I have *no* problem with ~brief~ OOC comments on events in the inn, salutations, or negociations of story lines. Those are natural parts of the game. However, conversations about music groups, movies, dates, roommates, homework, etc. etc. etc. have NO place in an RP channel, at least not in one I wish to be affiliated with.

As I said before, look at your channel list, there are many places YOU can go to socialize. I thought this channel was reserved for fantasy.

I graciously request a ruling.

Thanks, Darren aka OneStab


Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 01:33:54 -0400 (EDT) From: Galliard <[email protected]> Cc: BlackDragon <[email protected]> Subject: A clarification on A complaint from not-Steve...


On Tue, 16 Jul 1996, Queen of Arangoth wrote:

> The purpose of this mailing list as I said before is to write stories..I > have read several on here that My Pc is in no way involved with..does this > upset me? NO, it's like reading a new book..it's enjoyable to read other's > stories and see what they're pc's and others in that story are up to..that > is what it is all about. As I said before we cannot all be involved in > everyone's stories..especially in the Inn when there are 30 plus people > talking about all different things..so it's nice to come in here and see the > stories of characters that we may not even really interact with because we > are to busy with our own... this way we don't miss everything that went on > in the Inn.. as far as ignoring a post if someone jumps in..well that > doesn't make sense..once it's written it's much harder to fix the damage > done rather than have it never had happened at all..

Okay. To clarify, I never complained about the storie's presence on the list. As you said, that's what the list is for. If I were complaining about the stories, then I would not be writing one of my own. I simply object to the way the stories are being presented, or maybe handled is a better word.

As for ignoring a post... why doesn't it work? If you, as the originator of the post, ignore it, and continue on as if it didn't happen, I don't think anyone will have a problem recognizing that.

> >3) You fail to allow your creativity its fullest testing. If you have a > >closed story, then you are protected from someone just jumping in, > >granted. But at the same time you limit yourself. If you leave the > >story open for anyone to join in, then it tests your creativity to find a > >way to work them smoothly in and out (whichever they may go). > > I don't agree.. if someon just jumps in and says "OH! I kill angel out in > the desert" well DUH that's lame ..or "I rescue them and they are home" etc..

Obviously, then you simply ignore the post (but at the same time, I'd try to explain to the post-er privately why that was not cool.).

> >4) You alienate the "newbies." Lately I have also seen a few new people > >come into the inn, and try to get involved in the role-playing, only to > >be ignored. They then leave and never come back. This is not entirely a > >result of closing stories, but anyone can see that closing stories > >certainly does not help the situation any. Things like this (the newbies > >being ignored) lead to the creation of new role-playing channels. While > >I am not opposed to new role-playing channels, it pains me to see these > >come about as a result of the perceived "cliqueshness" of the BDI. > > THis happens everywhere.. EVEN in the NEW channel's.. it's hard for people > that are into a plot or RPGing when someone says something to them they > might not even see.. some people develop a system of just looking at the > people's nicks they are dealing with at the time..a way to stick with the > story as it scrolls along..they may miss that anyone had even said anything > to them

Okay, point taken here. I hadn't considered this angle of it. See, I'm not un-convincable...

> >would also encourage all those people who have been running "closed > >stories" (those with a header stating that permission is desired before > >jumping into the story) to open them up to all, and challenge your > >creative abilities. > > My creative abilities are very well in tact..I however cannot spare the time > on most occasions to explain in a post that this did not happen or he cannot > have done that in the story. now, I am not quite sure if you are speaking > soley live RP in the Inn or stuff here on the list.. I would certainly hope > it's not here on the list because the stories here are what I set this up > for.. and have made it clear on the web page and here what it is for.. I > don't see your argument at all if it's the list you are referring to.. If > you are referring to the BDI itself, I can see where the argument comes from > and I would be inclined to agree with you more..but, in some cases asking > someone not to interfere is the storyholders choice and right.

I agree that is their choice and right. I also have the choice and right to object to that. :) And yes, I was referring to the live RP in the BDI at this point.


Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 01:35:58 -0400 (EDT) From: Galliard <[email protected]> Cc: BlackDragon <[email protected]> Subject: Re: A complaint from not-Steve...


On Tue, 16 Jul 1996, Queen of Arangoth wrote:

> The specific reason we said "NO one allowed into this story" was not > something we had planned or really meant everyone..it included a certain few > that are notorious in jumping into plots and screwing everything > up..therefore we put the No one in without asking disclaimer in there...I > get posts now privatly from people with thier suggested posts and if it > works I just forward em to the mailing list..it works well this way and > keeps everyone happy..some of the posts that I have recieved would have > really messed the plot up and took me forever to fix.. so ergo the no > posting disclaimer :)

Okay. As I said, I don't challenge you right to do this, but I still hold that there are better ways to handle this problem. I consider what you've done the easy way out... and think that it could have been done better.  :) Just my opinion.


Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 00:27:40 -0700 From: Adam <[email protected]> Subject: Re: A complaint from not-Steve...


MAy I vote we drop this subject and start a new one? -ADam -- One day more! Another day, another destiny. This never-ending road to calvary These men who seem to know my crime Will surely come a second time. One day more!

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 05:24:32 -0500 From: Mickey <[email protected]> Subject: Re: (A complaint from not-Steve)(and Muns)


ok I'm gonna put my two cents in I for one give up everyone's right when they say it BDI sucks goodbye to some, fuck you to others


Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 07:47:39 -0400 From: Dave Crampton <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Stalker's Life...Part 11


At 09:39 AM 7/16/96 -0700, you wrote: > > >oooooohhhhhh....a suspenseful ending <eg>....Dave, another well writen, well worded, descriptive, well spamifyied story...but tell me...the spam thing...this....infatuation if you will...is it in alliance with the vampire theme? i mean, do you have to think of undead alot to actually be able to accept that spam even exists? <g> >

Actually, it has nothing to do with vampyrism...I've always assumed that Spam was just plain alive, but it _could_ be undead. Hmmmmm.....

Hey, I'd like to get in a plot with you, like with this Reneau guy (if he didn't totally get on Jake's nerves). but I'd need to know more about him to see if him and Jake would ever get along....well, anywayz, spam on, man.

-- Dave Crampton AKA Dark Vampyre

"The Blood is the Life" - Dracula "Blood is like wine..." - Bush "I don't know how to be bad at being bad." - The Vampire Lestat "Call me what you will....." - Metallica "That's just one of my names...." - Bush

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Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 08:27:29 -0400 From: Dave Crampton <[email protected]> Subject: Re: A complaint from not-Steve...


>On a final note, let this be a notice to all. I will not ask permission >to join in any story. If you close it, I won't jump in, but neither will >I ask permission, and I will simply ignore the whole thing. I would much >rather not do this, and be free to enjoy all the stories running around, >not just my own. Oh, and don't be fooled by the polite nature of this >complaint. I was sorely tempted to fill this thing with profanities, or >even symbols that represent them, but didn't because some people will >automatically dismiss anything with profanity or obvious anger in them as >blowing off steam, and some people are offended by profanity. > Well, I have a few things to comment on here, since I was one of the first who started the "closed-off" stories. They're not really closed off at all. Anyone who has something they want to add to a plot would be totally welcome, as long as they presented it to me beforehand. Not to name any names (but his initials are SimnFenix), but someone kept jumping into my story and others without asking and was writing about my character in a very uncharacteristic way, and that's why I started this.

Also, the mailing list is not free-form. The time frame is totally different than online. The fiction posted here is just that, fiction. They're short stories meant to expand on characters and clarify storylines, they're not actual role-playing sessions.

I am very disappointed to hear that you won't ask permission to join in anyone's plots, because I've role-played with you online and think that you'd have some valid plots to add. But I'm not going to open my storylines up to just anyone, due to the very complicated nature of my characters (not even from arangoth's time) and past incidents. I hope this helps.

-- Dave Crampton AKA Dark Vampyre

"The Blood is the Life" - Dracula "Blood is like wine..." - Bush "I don't know how to be bad at being bad." - The Vampire Lestat "Call me what you will....." - Metallica "That's just one of my names...." - Bush

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Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 08:23:52 -0600 (MDT) From: Stef <[email protected]> Subject: Re: A complaint from not-Steve...


You brought up some valid points (re: the original letter)...and I just wanted to make it known concerning what *I* have been writing is only writing...it has not been RP'd and the whole reason I am merely writing at this point is to wrap up my Asyri pc per the originator's request...plus quite often it is hard to get the muns around all at the same time to play. But I'd just like to add...any story I write or start is open to anyone who

  • seriously* has an interest in it and being a character.
                       Thanks,   Rhiannonn's and Laeral's mun

"We're all mad here..."--Cheshire Cat

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Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 07:43:22 -0700 (PDT) From: StevE <[email protected]> Subject: Re: A complaint from Steve Himself Dammit...

 Well, im sure you all *knew* i would put my little part in this... <g>

i think of it like this:

sure, this *is* a free forming channel/list....but, we have to consider the people who work hard on set plotlines of their own design that they value so highly that they wish to share them with all of us, not just those few Pc's involved...these plots may or maynot have set endings, so they may or maynot be changeable by a single person...but we have to keep in mind, the people writing these stories are just like the dm/gm of their little temporary world...they have final say so... so in addition, you must offically pass *anything* that your pc wishes to do in *their* plotline through them first...its all falls back to courtesy...an invasion of plotspace... and then there *are* other ways that a few of us could do a little better....

stop shutting people out *completely*...yes, we love your stories...in fact, we love them so much we want a part in them! give some of us a chance to slip a pc into the script...its easy....the person who wants their pc in the story simply mails the individual writer and says "hello, i want (insert generic pc here) in this story, might i be able to slip him in?"....the writer decides whether this pc can fit in logically, and writes the person back, asking what his or her reactions would be to certain situations and poof...next story thats out, the writer has written their pc into the story and everyone gets a little of what they want; the writer has control, while the other pc is included...

And i hate to say it Brenlyn, but i have the very reason we cant let *everyone* have the right to jump in on a story and let them free form, is due to the fact that some people are blessed with no sense...these are the people who, unlike you, wouldnt know the limits and are most likely to take angels story and do this:

1) angel and narisa are in the desert, when lo and beyold, a crack team of navy seals fly down in their chopper, massacre the bad guys and airlift them out under the leadership of *so and so*... 2) angel and narisa have escaped, running out into the desert where they arent going to be seen (and i *have* to comment on this one...how the mother fluffing *hell* are you going to get away from a near *army* in the desert??? its *flat*! nothing to hide behind but hills and they can be climbed by a could of guards sent in each direction!? alright....sorry....im ok, really...) and tada! *so and so* shows up in his hummer and drives them to the safety of arangoth... i wont go any further for work beckons.... hope i got my point across! laterz!

StEvE


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Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 09:53:41 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Re: A complaint from Steve Himself Dammit...


Steve >2) angel and narisa have escaped, running out into the desert where they arent going to be seen (and i *have* to comment on this one...how the mother fluffing *hell* are you going to get away from a near *army* in the desert??? its *flat*! nothing to hide behind but hills and they can be climbed by a could of guards sent in each direction!?

At Xandur's there wasn't guards all over.. and no one even knew but Xandur, the guards, zantoth and dellila that angel and nar were there..and this desert isn't flat.. it's like the mountainy kind >:) and the idea that Angel and Nar would head to Arangoth is why they went south..but believe me soon they will spread out when they realize that the two couldn't have possibly gotten away on foot. besides, it's like a movie , Not EVERYTHING will be reaslistic..sheesh >:P 12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)~~ Her Royal Majesty | AngelSin | Queen of Arangoth | @---}---}--------- |


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Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 13:54:31 -0400 (EDT) From: Carl Prichard <[email protected]> Subject: Loendal's Rambling Thoughts


      • Loendal stands before his castle back in Britannia, looking outward

over the fields to the south, where Daylene approaches from each day ***

<quietly speaking to himself, holding his helm under his arm>

Daylene, why are ye consistantly tormenting me? First ye take me family away, ye torture me love and terrify me child. But, m'love twas not so easy for ye to contol was she? <a michivious smirk crosses his face> Ye make one small error and me daughter returns to me. Ye are a fool, do ye truly think ye can control the Fyrehawk and our child! BAH! Ember is safe now <his face grows cold> but I have missed so much, the first 6 years of her life, I have missed due to ye and ye foul husband. <he replaces the helm on his head, obscuring his face>. For that alone will ye die by me own blade. <his fists clench> And ye husband!! Ye husband will be captured, tormented, tortured and KILLED! <begins to shout> YE WILL FALL AT ME FEET I SWEAR THIS UNTO YE!!!!!! Ye will NEVER touch me wife again.... EVER!

<Loendal slides The Dragonblade from his hip and holds it alot to the skies before planting it firmly into the ground at his feet>

ES DRACO ES NOMORTUM!

Loendal smiles as the column of fire from the skies strikes him, he can feel the warm heat of his god and protector surrounding him as his form begins to shift and sway. He can feel his body grow and change, becoming longer, stronger, more powerful. Wings begin to sprout from his back as the column of fire continues to grow around him, encasing him, enveloping him in the warm heat of Dragonfire. Soon the transformation is complete and leaves behind only Onyx.

<Onyx speaks, the sound deep and rumbling, but distinctly Loendal>

Now must I go and rally the men, for now they will know the true nature of they're Sovergn Lord. I am Loendal and I am Onyx, we be one in the same. The Dragonlord resides within me, to be brought forth in times of need. As a cleric is to his god, as am I to mine....

<Onyx leaps into the air and circles back towards his troops, casting a baleful eye to the south.>

Ye life is at an end Daylene, cerish these next 2 days, for they are to be ye last upon this earth......

<The distant crumph crumph crumph whirrrrr of Dragon Flight echoes into the distance, leaving behind only a air of war and death...>

<< Just some misc. ramblings from your friendly neighborhood Dragonlord >>

O+- Loendal the Dragonlord of Britannia, The Avatar of Old -+O


Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 11:09:48 -0700 (PDT) From: Slurpee God <[email protected]> Subject: None


Sorry peoples...with all this madness i thought i would throw this inn to alter it more to my kind of madness <g>


Bill Gates dies in a car accident. He finds himself in purgatory, being

sized up by St. Peter.

"Well, Bill, I'm really confused on this call; I'm not sure whether to send you to Heaven or Hell. After all, you enormously helped society by putting a computer in almost every home in America, yet you also created that ghastly Windows '95. I'm going to do something I've never done before in your case; I'm going to let you decide where you want to go."

Bill replied, "Well, what's the difference between the two?"

St. Peter said, "I'm willing to let you visit both places briefly, if it will help your decision."

"Fine, but where should I go first?"

"I'll leave that up to you."

"Okay then," said Bill, "Let's try Hell first."

So Bill went to Hell. It was a beautiful, clean, sandy beach with clearwaters and lots of bikini-clad women running around, playing in the water, laughing and frolicking about. The sun was shining; the temperature perfect. He was very pleased.

"This is great!" he told St. Peter. "If this is hell, I REALLY want to see heaven!" "Fine," said St. Peter, and off they went.

Heaven was a place high in the clouds, with angels drifting about, playing harps and singing. It was nice, but not as enticing as Hell.

Bill thought for a quick minute, and rendered his decision.

"Hmmm. I think I'd prefer Hell," he told St. Peter.

"Fine," retorted St. Peter, "as you desire."

So Bill Gates went to Hell.

Two weeks later, St. Peter decided to check on the late billionaire to see how he was doing in Hell. When he got there, he found Bill, shackled to a wall, screaming amongst hot flames in dark caves, being burned and tortured by demons.

"How's everything going?" he asked Bill.

Bill responded, his voice filled with anguish and disappointment, "This is awful! This is nothing like the Hell I visited two weeks ago! I can't believe this is happening! What happened to that other place, with the beautiful beaches, the scantily-clad women playing in the water?!???

"That was a demo," replied St. Peter.



o/~ Can you imagine for a second doing anything you ever wanted to? Well thats just what i do, so hooray for me, and fluff you! o/~

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 11:20:17 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: An OOC message from our sponsor


Ok.. check it out..I'm going to lay down some guidelines ok? This way no one can agrue with them..This is the way it's gonna be NO arguments.


OOC chat : Now, as I've said before once in awhile for a minute or so OOC will happen..and in some cases is necessary, BUT it takes away from Rpg and I'm unfoturnatly going to have to make this rule.. Ops are to enforce this rule..if an op comes in and tells people to please stop the OOC chat (Please do this in private msg's) and the person refuses they are given 3 warnings..if they don't comply they are kicked..if they come back and do it again they are banned..until they agree to stop.. if you want to talk ooc go to #BLKDRAGON*OOC. Now, if another OP disagree's with the op or someone telling them or another to stop OOC I want to be notified about it..and given the log..if an op doesn't follow this rule they will get thier op's status removed.

Takeovers: I'm getting real tierd of this takeover crap, but as we are very popular it is bound to happen.. I know it's a stressful thing that happens BUT, I would like everyone, esspecially the ops to stay calm and to ask people nicely to leave the channel if no ops are on the channel.. It's a difficult situation to be in I realize, been thru it myself and it's very irritating but we need to stay calm in these situations and NOT blame eachother or argue amongst ourselves.. this lets the Hackers win..by causing chaos and tempers flaring.

At the moment this is all that's on my mind..I will be setting up OFFICIAL rules for everyone to read and prices to be paid if not followed.. I hate to do this but it seems all my SEVERAL statements and emails have not been read or completley ignored..there HAS to be some kind of guidelines for the BDI to run smoothly..I know several of you won't like it but the BDI is set up for a specific reason and I don't want to see the channel go to hell..I and several others have worked far to long and hard to keep it the channel it deserves to be..


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Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 18:44:44 From: The Ebil One <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Fine.


I'm not leaving yet ya old coot@! Ori's gunna stay! :)


At 08:14 PM 7/17/96 -0500, you wrote: > > >Fine, everybody just leave. Maybe some of the newbies care enough to stay and >try and make this thing work. I for one will still be here, even though I >can't roleplay much because I'm always keeping up with the bot and channel >security. I've been working on getting another mailing list up for the >ops to use, but that has been pushed to the side as there are only so many >hours in the day. Sorry to see all of you go, thought we were a family. >Maybe I can find some people in this new crowd that will take an orphan. > >-TheRaven > > > ========================================================== > // Jimmie Bragdon | [email protected] | /\ \\ > \\ User Administrator | www.io.com/~jimmie | / \ // > // Illuminati Online | | / () \ \\ > \\ ============================================= / \ // > /________\ > >

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 19:37:49 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: The latest hottets subject re: the Inn


Suggestion,


Could we maybe drop all these discussions and arguments till people get a chance to cool down and seriously think about what they are upset about?


Just a thought..in anger we say things that are overblown and not necesarrily intended to go out..


just a thought

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Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 14:42:12 -0700 (PDT) From: Syl <[email protected]> Subject: HEY!! Wake up!!!


I don't know if any of you noticed or even much care but Mickey/Kaejo just said goodbye to the inn. Are we all that wrapped up in ourselves that no one cares? Someone has gotten upset by the junk thrown at them and no one apologizes or even seems to care at all that he is leaving the BDI...after all that he has done for the channel I think that the complete lack of response is rather mean-spirited and low.

You guys are complaining about OOC talk in the inn...Do you know what that OOC talk shows me? Not that we do not care about roleplaying but that we have come to care about each other as well as our characters. And this is a BAD thing??? If so then excuse me for being a human being and LIKING the fact that someone will say ((Hi Syl!)) when I walk in...or even ((hey congrats on getting a job!!)) it makes me feel like I still have some friends out there.   You suggest keeping it to a msg...well do YOU like getting 15 msg windows hitting you the minute you walk into a channel? Answering those msg's makes you miss someone trying to RP with you. I know that her majesty queen of all our lives on IRC has already made a ruling on this and to be honest I do not care much what that ruling is...I have had it with all these rules and am leaving the inn myself.

I enjoyed knowing all of you...at least those of you I DO know....and you know how to find me on IRC...I will be around...this is the last letter I will be sending to the mailing list...but do not wish to be taken off because of the fact that Starcry still cannot get his email program to send to the list...so I will remain on the list for his sake only.


~Syl

~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.


Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 16:15:34 -0600 (MDT) From: [email protected] Subject: Re: A complaint from not-Steve...

       I totaly aggree with aall of the arguments posted on this subject

but I am affraid i am going to have to aggree with Angle. If someone wants to write a story I feel they should have every right to do so. Plus I would be totaly disapointed if I got realy far into a plot and someone came along and solved all my problems in a one linner. But I also aggre on the point that not all of the plots should be closed plots and someone should try to make a plot for everybody. Unfortunatly this will not be me because I have not had an origonal idea for a long time but I am sure one of you woulod be abble to. If any of you have any other rules to add on how an oppen plot should run please either E-mail them to me or post them. ____________________________________________________________________________ ________

Honer of Fay the last of the great Red Mages and keeper of the secrets of Fire Magic


Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 17:17:10 -0500 From: [email protected] (Gail R. Colby) Subject: Re: HEY!! Wake up!!!

       OK LOOK DAMMIT.  In case you are wondering this IS Suzanna at my

toher hostmask and email addy. I have has just about enough of this shit and I just watched 3 of my better friends walk out of BDI today. This has GOT to stop RIGHT THE FLUFF NOW.

       The takeover shit is where I'm gonna start first. We have had

nemerous takoevers in the last couple of weeks and all those present do their part to try and kick ass and take the channel back. I LOVE this unity and I think it is great. However, do I ever see people thanked for retaking the channel? I got 2 thank yous today when I took it back at 10:30AM. 2!!! And not a single damn acknowledgement from the almighty Queen herself. I took YOUR damn channel back. But did I get a thank you? NO! All I got was a drilling about who I was banning and wether or not I set the bans right. That is all well and good to check up one me but when someone shows up for 5 minutes and then goes afk to sit there in the channel and not pay attention when you are the only op, I get upset. Awhile ago you said that if you were gonna be afk for more than 20 min to leave the channel and come back when you were back at the keyboard. I read your mail Angel.. ALL of it, but I have yet to see you follow those rules yourself. I am doing this publically because I am sick of this shit and I don't care to put up with it anymore. If you make the rules FOLLOW THEM DAMMIT. Last... PAY ATTENTION TO OUR CHANNEL. I try to follow this rule as much as possible.

       Second. The OOC stuff. I agree with Sylvia. It's nice to see a ((Hi

Suz!)) or a ((Hi Tev!)) when I walk in the channel. I do not want to be bombarded wth 15 of those. If people have something drastic to say, they can msg me, but otherwise I would rather not see 15 of those things light up at the bottom of my screen. Also when you are seriuosly trying to RP and msgs pop up constantly you can't RP!! Scrolling up to see plot msgs while trying not to ignore personal msgs gets very old and very frustrating. Half the time I can't keep up with all the msgs and get pinged to death while trying to RP because people think I'm lagged.

       *SIGH* NOW!!!! Onto something else.  I think we need to have a

SERIOUS ops meeting sometime. Half of our ops are never there, especially the masters in the bots, which we are now -1, and most aren't paying attention to the channel. We need to either eliminate some, or at least try to pay more attention to what we are doing. The masters need to learn the bot commands and how to use them effectively and the ops need to be taught how to set bans and how to use their level of bot commands. We can keep the takovers from happening if we have effective ops who know how to prevent server ops .and the like. Yes the bots have these features but are sometimes to lagged to catch it on time.

       Now that I have said what's on my mind I would like to say that I

will not be coming into the Inn much more often anymore due to all this crap. If you have a problem with this email, or just want to say howdy and ask where I can be found, email me at [email protected]. I'm not garanteeing a swift response but you'll get one.

       Suzanna


Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 16:30:51 -0600 (MDT) From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Muns.


At 11:32 PM 7/16/96 -0600, you wrote:

>Personally, I wish an RP channel. BDI stretches farther and farther from RP >each day. I suggest a neat lil sub channel BLKDRAGON*OOC. Players can be >both places; and, it seems easier (to me anyway) simply to move the cursor >to the OOC room window than type the (( )) designators. > >BTW, I have *no* problem with ~brief~ OOC comments on events in the inn, >salutations, or negociations of story lines. Those are natural parts of the >game. However, conversations about music groups, movies, dates, roommates, >homework, etc. etc. etc. have NO place in an RP channel, at least not in one >I wish to be affiliated with. > >I graciously request a ruling. > >Thanks, >Darren aka OneStab > >

       I compleatly aggre with Darren that there sould be a #BLKDRAGON*OCC

channel for most of the OCC stuff just like there is #BLKDRAGON*arena for fighting and #BLKDRAGON*inn2 for quieter chat. I would also request a ruling on this topic. ____________________________________________________________________________ ________

Honer of Fay the last of the great Red Mages and keeper of the secrets of Fire Magic


Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 18:37:42 -0400 (EDT) From: "Samuel Lee Cotrell Jr." <[email protected]> Subject: I'm going to Atlanta


. . . Well folks I'm going to be in Atlanta from 26 july to 9 aug. I will be there with my national gaurd unit to provide security for the olympics. If anyone lives in this area and would like to show me around or just hang out I would apreciate it . As I will not be aloud to take my computer with me . Or if anyone knows of a cybercafe in the area. I will be staying at the Cedar Grove High School on River Road.....thank you all . . . . . Brightsun the Mage . Sam the Mun Brightsun and Mage Sam the Mun


Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 17:21:25 -0600 (MDT) From: [email protected] Subject: Re: HEY!! Wake up!!!


At 02:42 PM 7/17/96 -0700, you wrote: > > >I don't know if any of you noticed or even much care but Mickey/Kaejo just said goodbye to the inn. Are we all that wrapped up in ourselves that no one cares? Someone has gotten upset by the junk thrown at them and no one apologizes or even seems to care at all that he is leaving the BDI...after all that he has done for the channel I think that the complete lack of response is rather mean-spirited and low. > > You guys are complaining about OOC talk in the inn...Do you know what that OOC talk shows me? Not that we do not care about roleplaying but that we have come to care about each other as well as our characters. And this is a BAD thing??? If so then excuse me for being a human being and LIKING the fact that someone will say ((Hi Syl!)) when I walk in...or even ((hey congrats on getting a job!!)) it makes me feel like I still have some friends out there. You suggest keeping it to a msg...well do YOU like getting 15 msg windows hitting you the minute you walk into a channel? Answering those msg's makes you miss someone trying to RP with you. I know that her majesty queen of all our lives on IRC has already made a ruling on this and to be honest I do not care much what that ruling is...I have had it with all these rules and am leaving the inn myself. >I enjoyed knowing all of you...at least those of you I DO know....and you know how to find me on IRC...I will be around...this is the last letter I will be sending to the mailing list...but do not wish to be taken off because of the fact that Starcry still cannot get his email program to send to the list...so I will remain on the list for his sake only. > > >~Syl > ~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all. > >

       Well I would like you all to know that at least one person cares.  I

am sad to see Sil and Micky/Kaejo leave the inn and would like them to reconsider. I know the inn is going through problems right now but if we all stay clam I am sure that we can word through them. I have been on so many RPiing channels that have died because of things like this that I am begining to be afraid. This is the best RPing channel that I have ever found and as Angel's signature says "It's no longer just roleplaying...it's a community with a life of it's own." I firmly believe this and again urge all of you people to keep calm.

<Josh gets down on his hands and knees to beg Sil and Micky/Kaefo to stick around for awile to see if this improves> ____________________________________________________________________________ ________

Honer of Fay the last of the great Red Mages and keeper of the secrets of Fire Magic


Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 16:37:04 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Re: HEY!! Wake up!!!


You know what Suzanna..I suggest you Think about what you say before you say it... #1 I work from 9-6 when i'm here and when I was here at the time..I was in the middle of checking two logs..trying to answer the phones and hide my IRC screen from my boss..I didn't DRILL you all I said was "what was that ban for?" trying to see what happened and who the culprits where..

  1. 2: as far as THANKING you I didn't even get to the bottom of the damn

takeover when I saw you! I didn't even know who helped take the channel back! DID YOU EVER ONCE SAY "HEY ANG I GOT THE CHANNEL BACK!:" Or "HEY ANG DID YOU HEAR ABOUT THE TAKEOVER" or "HEY ANG DO YOU KNOW WHAT"S GOING ON" ? NO YOU DIDN'T!

>Awhile ago you said that if you were >gonna be afk for more than 20 min to leave the channel and come back when >you were back at the keyboard. I read your mail Angel.. ALL of it, but I >have yet to see you follow those rules yourself. I am doing this publically >because I am sick of this shit and I don't care to put up with it anymore. >If you make the rules FOLLOW THEM DAMMIT. Last... PAY ATTENTION TO OUR >CHANNEL. I try to follow this rule as much as possible.

Excuse me?! But while I'm on I make it a habit to check in at least every 5 minutes so don't EVEN give me shit about this!!

> Second. The OOC stuff. I agree with Sylvia. It's nice to see a ((Hi >Suz!)) or a ((Hi Tev!)) when I walk in the channel. I do not want to be >bombarded wth 15 of those. If people have something drastic to say, they can >msg me, but otherwise I would rather not see 15 of those things light up at >the bottom of my screen. Also when you are seriuosly trying to RP and msgs >pop up constantly you can't RP!! Scrolling up to see plot msgs while trying >not to ignore personal msgs gets very old and very frustrating. Half the >time I can't keep up with all the msgs and get pinged to death while trying >to RP because people think I'm lagged.

As I've stated before I don't care about little ooc stuff it's when it get's rediculous and looks more like a chat room than a RPG room does it bother me.

As far as the REST of your letter, I'll read it later..I've got the phones ringing off the hook and am SERIOUSLy pissed off at the moment.. YOu wanna flame me I suggest you get your facts straight or come to ME first and tell me if there's a problem before you go fluffing public!!!!!!! 12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)~~ Her Royal Majesty | AngelSin | Queen of Arangoth | @---}---}--------- |


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Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 16:47:28 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Re: HEY!! Wake up!!!


Btw, I started my post on this one from sylv when my sys crashed


I didn't even know KO was leaving..all I noticed was a nasty note to the mailing list which I sent him a note on in Horace asking him what was up.. next thing I know I see your post..

This happens every damn time someone takes over the channel, every HAS to fight amognst themselves and someone stomps out.. I don't even know all of what happened yesterday cause I wasn't even here! And god forbid that that I fluffing sleep for awhile!!!!!!!

And what about Ashley's feelings?!!? who was accused of the takeover?! She didn't stomp off..she came and talked to me..which is the least anyone can do if there is a problem without flying off the handle..

as far as msg's hell I get at least 30 a session but that's the breaks..I don't wanna bog down the CHANNEL with ooc crap..that's the POINT..

I'll finish this later cause I'm about to get fired..


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Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 18:58:55 -0500 From: Jimmie Bragdon <[email protected]> Subject: Lots of things


Allright, I started out by reading my mail, and seeing that because I've been so busy at work that I've been putting off a plot here, so I was going to post to the list about that. I keep reading my mail, thinking that I'll catch up first before posting to see a discussion about closed stories, that while it has the potential to be a good discussion is still a bit hostile, so I make a not to put in a post about my opinion after the story post. Then i see a very short post from our friend Mickey that doesnt make much sense to me, so I decide to send him some mail as soon as I finish catching up. And the last letter I read is bitching me out because I havent responded and also that because of a new policy someone else is leaving for good.

Now, I'm trying to stay very calm here and not blow up like several other people here have lately. Instead of blowing up and leaving for good, why don't you try to discuss the things you think are wrong or why you may decide to leave? Currently, because someone blew up, we are currently botless, as Dulcy is down because my roomates computer went off the net and I am not going to bug him today as he just had some _Serious_ root canal surgery, and he is sleeping.

I personally don't see what is wrong with asking people to use either msg,

  1. BlkDragon*OOC or the bot's party lines for ooc chat. The inn has a lot of

people now, and with it as crowded as it is, its hard enough just to keep up with all of the IC chat, much less with just as much OOC chat going on. Now this doesnt mean that a ((Hiya <munsname> long time no see)) is out of place. But that it would be better if, before you started catching up on the events in eich other's lives something like this followed: ((Tell me whats been up since i saw ya on <msg, #blkdragon*ooc, the bot> )) We're not saying not to talk to the muns, we're just asking that you move the bulk of the conversation to some other place.

Also, I think we _all_ need to curb our tempers a little. I know that real life, along with the several recent attempts at channel takeovers have started wearing many of us down to the point that we will snap at anybody. But please, remember that even if your're just taking it out on the nearest or most convienent person, that it's not thier fault, and that you quite possibly hurt thier feelings. Yelling and leaving the channel isn't going to solve anything, its only going to leave a bad taste in everybody's mouth.

-Jimmie (aka TheRaven)



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Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 20:00:18 -0400 From: Ash <[email protected]> Subject: All this shit going on...


Well i wasn't going to email the list but since everyone else is i'll follow the crowd..i'm the minus on the masters and prob ops too by now.. i talked to angel and mailed mickey and so i'm gone til Patrick comes back aka Kylus or never as far as this goes unless i have a major change of heart..I think Suzanna is RIGHT!!! (and for those of us who know me and her know that is pretty big statement in itself) Yes syl i saw what mickey said.. i wrote him pvt ly about it.. =( This is really bad people..we won't have to wait for the hackers if we do this and destroy ourselves, Suzanna had good points, so did Sylvia, it *DOES* make one feel good when you see people saying (Hey Ash! ) and other such things, it makes you feel like you *BELONG* and are *A PART OF SOMETHING* What alot of us don't have enough of in real life its nice to have that on irc..but when i get accused of being in with the hackers and not ACCUSED TO MY FACE but automaticaly assumed??? I'm sorry that is a little much.. but I see Jules's points too, its HARD to rp when you have (and hell yes i'm calling names) Steve and someone having some type of fight, as in a Brad/Steve fight on Brads sexuality, or a topic war.. sure thats fine and good if they are the only ones in there and no rp is going on, but when you can't read the rp for the (())'s there is a problem.. :( Personaly, i think if we don't start shaping up the channels popularity and everything else is going to go down the tubes.. i *REALLY* hope this doesn't happen :( WE NEED A OP MEETING *BAD* I think the ops need a GUIDELINE to go by, something not strict but enough for us to know how to rule, and not have it be where *YOU* the op get msg'ed by other people whining for you being to mean or something when you kick someone who was being MEAN AND HATEFUL TO YOU! We all know whats its like to ask someone to stop and get a "no" answer and some colorful language, well you kick them after the warnings, then you get yelled at by the channel or another op for kicking them, and you get your bans removed or whatever, We don't get any respect, atleast i don't. Maybe its just me? I want this channel to work, but i'm taking a break, so if you want to talk to me (yeah right) You know my nicks etc etc... :( it really hurts me to see all of this befalling us.. *AGAIN* *sigh*..

May you all have a wonderful day and find some *PEACE* on irc,

~* Ashley *~

"Perhaps this is a situation where excessive honesty can be detrimental." -- Data, Star Trek: The Next Generation

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 20:14:03 -0500 From: Jimmie Bragdon <[email protected]> Subject: Fine.


Fine, everybody just leave. Maybe some of the newbies care enough to stay and try and make this thing work. I for one will still be here, even though I can't roleplay much because I'm always keeping up with the bot and channel security. I've been working on getting another mailing list up for the ops to use, but that has been pushed to the side as there are only so many hours in the day. Sorry to see all of you go, thought we were a family. Maybe I can find some people in this new crowd that will take an orphan.

-TheRaven


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Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 22:07:21 -0400 From: Dave Crampton <[email protected]> Subject: Recent Un-Spammy Conflicts

       Dave, the wacky crazy kinda spammy mun, is going to do something

that might be impossible. I'm going to try to stay neutral. I will continue RP'ing on the channels I usually RP on, including BDI and RedFang and the others. I'm not going to let any of this stuff effect me. ((Good luck wishes gladly accepted. :) ))

I take blood-pressure medicine to stay this calm...maybe I should start distributing it...*SHRUG*

-- Dave Crampton AKA Dark Vampyre

"The Blood is the Life" - Dracula "Blood is like wine..." - Bush "I don't know how to be bad at being bad." - The Vampire Lestat "Call me what you will....." - Metallica "That's just one of my names...." - Bush

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Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 21:13:47 -0500 From: [email protected] (Gail R. Colby) Subject: Re: Fine.


Jimmie hon... me and my pc's aren't leaving... I just find that lately BDI has been wearing my few remaining nerves down... and it is beginning to affect my personal life here... I love all of you guys to death and I apologize for any hurt feeling... but I DO stand by the ops thing.. we need a meeting....

       I love you guys to death and I'll be around, just not in the Inn the

whole time. Last night I was not in the inn for a good 2-3 hours RPing else where and I left the computer a lot less stressed out than I usually do... so I'll be around, and you can find me whenever you want.. see ya sweets.

       Suzanna


Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 21:15:45 -0500 From: Rue <[email protected]> Subject: Re: HEY!! Wake up!!!


[email protected] wrote:

> > <Josh gets down on his hands and knees to beg Sil and Micky/Kaefo to stick > around for awile to see if this improves>

I am afraid to say this, but... I kinda agree with Syl and Tev there... I worked my ass off all night last night, even though I had made it perfectly clear to everyone that I had class today... I had promised myself that I would go to bed earlier... So I would be on time... Did I? Nope. I didn't get off until around 6am... and I didn't fall asleep till around 7. I had to leave home by 11:45 to make it to school on time due to the traffic of Central Express-way on the way to school. If you want an example of what I mean? I can get there in 15 minutes... No problem... But it take 30 minutes just to get 7 damn miles on that freeway because it is so screwed up. Anyway... I was late to my class... Again... And I wasn't too thrilled 'bout it... I barely had time to get ready and be on my way. All because I stayed up to help out. Another thing... I think that you take all of this roleplaying too damn seriously! I never hung out on Peaceful Warrior Inn and Para-Dice Inn all that much on Prodigy when I was there... Why? Because they were too serious! It's not fun when you get all down a serious about something... The whole reason Brad and I kept up with the switched person plot was because it was FUN! That's the keyword here... "FUN!" Of course... But the way some people, and I'm not mentioning any names, take out the fun by gettin' too serious... That if one person gets OOC, that it's gonna destroy the world... Look... I'm OOC all of the time... Even when I play my characters because I am so much like them... Rue is modeled after the way I look and from my serious side... Taeylea is from the side that I used to be... Quiet and innocent... And Peverell is outgoing, hyper... She's a kender dammit... And people agree with me when I say this... So am I! People! Listen to me! I'm going to be as blunt as I have to... I'm not going to let this down easy like I would normally do... My temper will not let it. Yes... A good deal of you are my closest friends I will and always will have and remember... The rest of you? You are all being assholes who seem too serious with this to even have a life! The whole reason I'm still here is to be with my friends! I have seriously considered killing my account with iadfw because of the way I've been treated on here... But I couldn't... Because I had friends. And they are the only ones that are keepin' me online in the first place, and one of them, I had left once when I got off of Prodigy... And I couldn't lose him again... Let me just say, the whole thing that made the channel I hung out on on Prodigy was the fact that there were NO rules at all... That we were people who all knew each other... muns and character... And half of the time we did RP, but rarely was it ever serious. I mean... There were fights of Nuitari vs Rue... Rand vs Moiraine. Lanfear vs Moiraine... etc... But most of the RPing was either silly, or it wasn't really existant... This is where I learned to role play for the first time... This was where I fell in love with chatting. Most of all, this was where this life with a love for computers started, and if that hadn't happened... I would still be in high school today... I would either be a senior... And most likely... I would not be here writing this letter... I nearly killed myself during that time... But I didn't... Because I had friends. And that's what this is all about. It's not about being the most powerful there is. It's not about having a cyber-family. And it's not about saving the world. It's about having friends to spend time with and have fun! Most of you understand what I'm saying... But I bet that a lot of you will ignore this letter and go on with your lives... *shrugs* Fine. I don't care. I have a life to go on to also. And that's what I'm going to do. I feel that people think that this is real life... But it's not... This is a place to escape from real life through. That's why I'm here. If I didn't have this escape... I'm not going on into that. I'm sorry if you think that I'm complaining, but I'm not. I'm just trying to say that this place is falling apart. And that if something isn't done right away, the #BLKDRAGON*inn will cease to exist. And I don't want to see that. I have too many fond memories of this place. On a final note, I'm saying that I'll be taking my leave. I'm not sure at this time if this is temporary, or if this is permanent, but I do have a life outside of this, and I have school, and soon, I'll have a job. Also, I'm doing this to give the inn a chance to become the way it once was. And I'll close this letter of farewell off with one phrase, that I learned the hard way... I sang the song as my first solo at a large concert... "Que sera! Sera!" "What will be, will be." And I hope that what "will be" will be something to bring us back together.

Bie Liao (if you don't know, look it up.) -- Rue Taeylea Cai'Maral Ruatha Aylaishia Isea Nightfall Kirsten Claire Miller http://www.io.com/~jimmie/kirsy/home.html

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It scares me half to death That we tear ourselves apart A war of love or religion Close your eyes to the screaming

Now are we pleased? How are we free? See how this obession Turns the love to anger." Turns the Love to Anger ~ Erasure (Chorus)

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 21:30:34 -0500 From: [email protected] (Gail R. Colby) Subject: Re: Fine.


> > >Fine, everybody just leave. Maybe some of the newbies care enough to stay and >try and make this thing work. Alrigh now.....just hold on right there......Wait..newbies....how about the rest of us??....i for one have tried to make things here work...BUT...i'm not differentieated from Suz.....if i get in the channel it is assumed automaticly that iu am her...she may almost always be here now...but there are 2...count em 2 distinct human beings here...plus my sister..so this make 3 people using the same hostmask... But even more upsetting is that the people that have problems with Suz's Characters or her mun have problems with MY PC's and My Mun..........

>I for one will still be here, even though I >can't roleplay much because I'm always keeping up with the bot and channel >security. I haven't roleplayed much because none of the people in the inn pay any attention to my characters..... AND...as far as Security...i have also worked on the recovery end of the takeovers.....and Like Suz and Ash i am VERY upset about the lack of thanx and being accused of the takeovers.....i for one after recruiting help and eventually retakeing the channel myself...got bot banned!! I the person responsible for getting the channel back into its rightfull hand got banned FOR TAKEOVERS NO LESS!!!....needless to say i was extremely pissed....

>I've been working on getting another mailing list up for the >ops to use, but that has been pushed to the side as there are only so many >hours in the day. As far as the ops.......well....IMNSHO the channel need more responsible ops that actually will be watching the channel when they are there.....unlike some of the masters even...this does not include the bot owners because i know how much effort it takes to run a bot.....

On the bot issuse.....i am getting a script that will allow me to clone a bot that will act for all intents and purposes like an Eggdrop bot..and would like to get it set up so that if and inevitably when Ducly or Horace(If KO ever brings him back) go down.......BUT...that would mean i would have to actually BE an op....not an op off of Suzanna but a full fledged op in myself....wich in light of my work in retakeing the channel NUMEROUS times would make _some_ Sense...... NEway....i'll step down off my soap box.....if you actually got to this point congratulations you have reached the end...and thank you for listening.. Kevin....... Mun of Saburo NOT SUZ!


Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 21:38:47 -0500 From: [email protected] (Gail R. Colby) Subject: Re: Fine.


Ok....now that everyone else replyed to this e-mail i thought it my duty to do so also...HEY! Everyone else did!! Well this is the lil sister not the human being *thwaps Kev upside the head* About this problem..i think that there are rights and wrongs on both side. I am not saing that only one person was right and one person was wrong. I juat think the ops need to get together and talk things over.....CALMLY....if that is posible...*doesnt think it is but is going to pray* Ummm....I am not like Kev and feel that i have to wright a book and a half and i like the short and sweet way. Well i'll get outa yer hair.

                               --Erin
                               Mun of Gwen, Rhayne and Solinari


See all yall guys in the inn....Hopefuly...


Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 23:18:29 -0400 From: Dave Crampton <[email protected]> Subject: Everything (Please post this ASAP Dave)


>Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 23:11:19 -0400 >X-Sender: [email protected] (Unverified) >To: crampto3 >From: Adam Pigeon <[email protected]> >Subject: Everything (Please post this ASAP Dave) > >Ok, I know that ppl have had a lot of hurt feelings, not being thanked for >things, wtc. But I don't want ppl to get angry at each other and start >leaving. I've been here for a very long time and I've made a lot of good >friends. I'd hate to lose all of you to some petty arguing. Please think >things through well before doing anything drastic. > > /\ |-\ /\ |\ /| |--\ | /--\ |---- /--\ |\ | > / \ | \ / \ | \/ | | | | | | | | | \ | > /----\ | | /----\ | | |--/ | | ___ |-- | | | \| > / \ | / / \ | | | | | | | | | | | >/ \ |_/ / \ | | | | \__/ |---- \__/ | | > >-The Mun of the Many and Defender of the Sig! > >http://www.msu.edu/user/pigeonad/ > >send all replys to [email protected] cuz I ain't on the list > > > > -- Dave Crampton AKA Dark Vampyre

"The Blood is the Life" - Dracula "Blood is like wine..." - Bush "I don't know how to be bad at being bad." - The Vampire Lestat "Call me what you will....." - Metallica "That's just one of my names...." - Bush

Dave's too cool Web Page - http://www.msu.edu/user/crampto3/ The #RedFang Bar's Web Page - http://www.msu.edu/user/crampto3/RedFang/


Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 20:25:46 -0700 From: Adam <[email protected]> Subject: Re: HEY!! Wake up!!!


Syl wrote: > > I don't know if any of you noticed or even much care but Mickey/Kaejo just said goodbye to the inn. Are we all that wrapped up in ourselves that no one cares? > > You guys are complaining about OOC talk in the inn...Do you know what that OOC talk shows me? Not that we do not care about roleplaying but that we have come > I enjoyed knowing all of you...at least those of you I DO know....and you know how to find me on IRC...I will be around...this is the last letter I will be sen > > ~Syl > ~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all. Well, goodbye then Syl. It was nice knowing you, and I hope I can still catch you in #redfang. I have no clue why Mickey was so pissed and is leaving the channel, and as far as I know I have no part in what caused him to choose his path. If I did, I'm sorry for it. So, goodbye to you both, Mickey and Syl. -Adam -- One day more! Another day, another destiny. This never-ending road to calvary These men who seem to know my crime Will surely come a second time. One day more!

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 20:52:56 -0700 From: Adam <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Fine.


WEll Jimmie, if it's an consolation, I'm still here.

wonders if that is a consolation::

-- One day more! Another day, another destiny. This never-ending road to calvary These men who seem to know my crime Will surely come a second time. One day more!

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 23:10:41 -0500 Subject: CERT Advisory From: Jimmie Bragdon <[email protected]>


=================================================================

CERT(sm) Advisory CA-96.13 July 4, 1996

Topic: ID4 virus, Alien/OS Vulnerability

- - -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

The CERT Coordination Center has received reports of weaknesses in Alien/OS that can allow species with primitive information sciences technology to initiate denial-of-service attacks against MotherShip(tm) hosts. One report of exploitation of this bug has been received.

When attempting takeover of planets inhabited by such races, a trojan horse attack is possible that permits local access to the MotherShip host, enabling the implantation of executable code with full root access to mission-critical security features of the operating system.

The vulnerability exists in versions of EvilAliens' Alien/OS 34762.12.1 or later, and all versions of Microsoft's Windows/95. CERT advises against initiating further planet takeover actions until patches are available from these vendors. If planet takeover is absolutely necessary, CERT advises that affected sites apply the workarounds as specified below.

As we receive additional information relating to this advisory, we will place it in

       ftp://info.cert.org/pub/cert_advisories/CA-96.13.README

We encourage you to check our README files regularly for updates on advisories that relate to your site.

- - -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

I. Description

     Alien/OS contains a security vulnerability, which strangely enough
     can be exploited by a primitive race running Windows/95.  Although
     Alien/OS has been extensively field tested over millions of years by
     EvilAliens, Inc., the bug was only recently discovered during a
     routine invasion of a backwater planet.  EvilAliens notes that
     the operating system had never before been tested against a race
     with "such a kick-ass president."
     The vulnerability allows the insertion of executable code with
     root access to key security features of the operating system.  In
     particular, such code can disable the NiftyGreenShield (tm)
     subsystem, allowing child processes to be terminated by unauthorized
     users.
     Additionally, Alien/OS networking protocols can provide a
     low-bandwidth covert timing channel to a determined attacker.


II. Impact

     Non-privileged primitive users can cause the total destruction of
     your entire invasion fleet and gain unauthorized access to
     files.


III. Solution

     EvilAliens has supplied a workaround and a patch, as follows:
     A. Workaround
        To prevent unauthorized insertion of executables, install a
        firewall to selectively vaporize incoming packets that do not
        contain valid aliens.  Also, disable the "Java" option in
        Netscape.
        To eliminate the covert timing channel, remove untrusted
        hosts from routing tables.  As tempting as it is, do not use
        target species' own satellites against them.


     B. Patch
        As root, install the "evil" package from the distribution tape.
        (Optionally) save a copy of the existing /usr/bin/sendmail and
        modify its permission to prevent misuse.


- - --------------------------------------------------------------------------- The CERT Coordination Center thanks Jeff Goldblum and Fjkxdtssss for providing information for this advisory. - - ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

If you believe that your system has been compromised, contact the CERT Coordination Center or your representative in the Forum of Incident Response and Security Teams (FIRST).

We strongly urge you to encrypt any sensitive information you send by email. The CERT Coordination Center can support a shared DES key and PGP. Contact the CERT staff for more information.

Location of CERT PGP key

        ftp://info.cert.org/pub/CERT_PGP.key

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Date: Thu, 18 Jul 1996 00:32:47 -0400 (EDT) From: "Hudson's Petting Zoo" <[email protected]> Subject: All the recent garbage.


I for one am *staying*. 1) Yes, we've been having lots of problems lately (and I'm not going into any of the details- none of us has the time). But as far as I have seen, none of these problems are unsolvable. Let's all try to be friends here. I thought that that's what this was in the first place. 2) Reagrding the Mun-talk: I agree with the proposals. Most to all of my mun-talk goes in msg's or on the bot party line. 3) Regarding people leaving: *shrug* If you think it's gotten to the point that you can't stand it anymore, then that's your choice. I'll miss ya, but I understand. I've put alot of my time into the Inn myself. I still remember around a year ago when I was so happy that I had found an RP channel that wasn't AD&D. I had gotten briefly into on-line RP'ing just before Quantum-Link folded, and didn't feel like getting involved with MUD's, and had very much mi9ssed it for my first year of college. A friend of mine showed me how to IRC one afternoon, so I got part of my on-line fix back. (I met my now fiancee on-line as well.) Then early last summer, I found

  1. BLKDRAGON*Inn. I could RP again. (I wasn't very good at it for at

first.. I had only been at it a few months on Q.) I';ve watched the Inn grow very fast, and develop offshoots everywhere. I've loved every minute of the experience. Some of the lustre has worn off recently, but I know that somehow those of us who want the Inn to continue will do whatever it takes to solve the problems. (Besides.. Raych's plot has been getting *good* lately, and there's no damn way I'm gonna give it up anytime soon!)

Okay.. sorry if I overflowed anyone's mailbox (mine nearly was the other day, but that's another stroy- damn slow telnet connects), but I wanted to let my feelings be known as well.

Eric


Eric Hudson, mundane form of Sir Raych Kjeldoran IV [email protected] [email protected] - ICACCS Let's just pretend it didn't happen, didn't happen at all, doesn't matter at all. -Mike and the Mechanics, 1991 Everything doesn't have to be a war with you J. Edgar Hoover types. -Steve Martin, "My Blue Heaven"


Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 23:23:18 -0600 From: [email protected] (OneStab) Subject: Foiling Grafton's Battalion


>From the Chronicles of the Nine..

Foiling Grafton's Battalion

Thunder roared across the lowland plains of Trissant. Metal banging against metal, beast hooves on hard earth, masters shouting to underlings all combined into a storm raging across the flatlands. Grafton's army marched to Trissant Guarde, there to crush her inhabitants and enslave her steward lands. Cavalry, archers, lancers, spearmen, infantry, over a thousand blood-thirsty renegades following a madman for money. Mercenaries.

Grafton rode point. His golden-bronze helm shone like a beacon, marking him as the chief contractor of mischief. A master of siege and plunder, Grafton and his warriors scourged Torin's remote lands and her neighbors. Considered at first a pest, his raids, murders, and kidnappings earned him notoriety. Fame that soon reached Laeral and the Nine..

"Keep down!" Arnthiir whispered urgently to the others. Laying prone on a ridge, three of the Nine studied Grafton's battalion in the valley below. Evening shadows stretched over Trissant's valley. Firelights appeared beside army tents. Against the light sky, any form would be silhouetted, and discovered. "If they spot us," Arnthiir continued, "we'll all meet in hell before twilight.."

"Hell won't let us all in, Arnie," Veleria jested, curling her long-nailed fingers over his shoulder. "The devil knows we be more than his match."

Arnthiir shook his head, swallowing his chuckle. Then turning to the dwarf beside him, "Whaddya think Pel? They seem relaxed enough."

"Oiy, tha' dey do, Arn." Peltrain replied without looking, his squinted eyes remaining glued to the adversary preparing camp. "Methinks because dey know der is nae significant resistance near. Doze scouts we.... quiete... will be missed soon tho'. We bes' strike at firs' dark."

Arnthiir nodded his agreement. "We have little time. Pel, tell Laeral our guests are ready for their hosts. Nothing unexpected, proceed as planned." As the dwarf scooted away, Arn unwound his bowstring and in a hushed voice addressed Veleria, "Midear, we have a score to settle. Will you find him?"

"Happy to, midear." Veleria winked, teasing her companion. Crawling to the edge of the ravine, she unclasped her robe, drew her arms into the material, and slithered out. "When I find him, I'll dive. Shoot him. And Arnie, don't miss."

"Don't you end up dinner, they look hungry."

Veleria laughed and rolled off the edge of the ravine. As her body hurtled faster and faster toward the ground, a shrill echoed throughout the valley. Grafton snapped his head toward the ridge, beside him. Captain Kaelig's eyes narrowed, searching the skyline for the cry's source. A speckled falcon circled high above, nothing out of order. Shrugging off the unexplained racket, the two returned to business.

"Report Captain," Grafton demanded.

"Squad six on watch, My Liege, units one and four cover the northern rim, two and three the southern. Squad eight scouts are in recovery and debrief, units from squad one will replace them shortly." The Captain spoke authoritatively, even to his commander. Kaelig's scarred face and hard features at dusk shadowed the murderous soul beneath his skin. Grafton was the battalion's brains, Kaelig its sword.

Soaring over the encampment, Veleria examined Grafton's army. A tear slipped from the corner of her eye and across her feathers. These depraved mercenaries burned her home around her brother and his family. Every agonizing squeal stung, forever etched into her memory by the telepathic link she shared with her dead sibling. One clear face came with the suffering, a leathery, scarred face. Banking against the cliff, Veleria streaked across the valley for another pass, her eyes scanning for the man matching her brother's killer.


Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 23:29:21 -0600 From: [email protected] (OneStab) Subject: Foiling Grafton's batalion (pt 2)


>From the Chronicles of the Nine..

"Lady Lae," Peltrain bowed to Laeral upon his return, "Arn sez all is as anticipated. Strike goz as planned."

Laeral smiled gratefully, "Thank you, General Peltrain." She always used his former title. "You and Brieanna guard camp. Tack and harness the horses, our egress must be swift. Argolon, Airissa, make your way to the valley floor. Stay out of sight on the Trissant Guarde side of Grafton's forces. Our flight to the castle could be ambushed at the crossroads. Ensure it is not. We rendezvous there at moonrise."

"Confirmed, Laeral." Argolon replied. Sheathing his massive sword across his back, the huge barbarian-looking man stood and approached Airissa. Clasping his hand on her Mithral shoulder plate, he winked. "Up for this, BattleAxe? Since our last encounter, I am up two on you."

"Tha' score wi' soon be even'd, UmberHulk." Airissa's gray elven eyes flickered between playfulness and intensity. "Come, le's away to th' valley." In one lightning motion, Airissa snatched Argon's palm from her shoulder and twisted it. He responded with a grimace and a nod. Together, they disappeared into the scrub brush, on their way to the ridge, then down to Trissant's lowlands.

While Peltrain and Brieanna prepared the Nine's animals, Laeral continued. "OneStab, Thanadar, you are with me."

"Confirmed, Laeral." Thanadar answered, tucking his loaded pistol crossbow beneath his deep green woodsman tunic.

"Certainly, Magebabe." OneStab smirked. "Wouldn't have it any other way."

Laeral shook her head, unsure whether annoyed or flattered, and no time to decide which. "It's up to us to persuade Grafton and his hirelings that Trissant Guarde is more headache than it's worth."

Thanadar raised one brow. "Nae an easy task, Lady."

"Sure it is, Than!" OneStab broke in. "We dangle ye neked from the battlements. That'd discourage anyone."

"One!" Laeral glared, an amused twinkle betraying her angry tone.

"Sorra, Lae."

Laeral held his gaze a moment before explaining, "Arn and Vel will create a commotion. The fear and confusion they initiate, we must reinforce. My part will be an illusion... a dragon. I can enhance the illusion with other spells. Well placed fireballs should help convince them our fantasy is real. However, I cannot do everything with my magic. Two simultaneous spells are taxing enough. The image needs sound. OneStab, can you impersonate a dragon?"

"A dragon? Well, I can imitate the noises and speech." OneStab thoughtfully shook his head. "But a dragon's cry can be heard for near a mile, there is nae way me voice will carry realistically."

"Yes it will, One. The Valley is an acoustic semi-circle, carved by ice ages ago. Your voice will boom like a beast's."

OneStab shut his eyes, picturing the valley's shape and his lessons in sound wave propagation theory. "I... think ye are right, Lae... Just try to keep the image closer to us than the opposite ridge. Echo reflections may distort the dragon's sound relative to his position. While panic will likely prevent rational thought in Grafton's ranks, someone may get curious... and discover our deceit."

"Confirmed, One." Stepping closer to Thanadar, Laeral took his hand. "You must protect us, Than. While One and I fool the others, we must not be discovered. Search our surroundings, hide, and watch passages to the ridge, whatever you deem necessary. While we concentrate on the illusion, we will be distracted and easy prey. Your aim is our only protection."

Thanadar bowed slightly and patted his twin-stringed crossbow. "Your lives be safe, Midear."

With that, the three moved away from camp, to their mission.


Date: Thu, 18 Jul 1996 00:01:11 -0600 (MDT) From: [email protected] Subject: Calm down people

       I have been very distress over all of us yelling back and forth

about the occ and the takeovers and everything else. As I posted in an ealier reply I have seen this happen many time if you we do not do something soon there will be no #BLKDRAGON*inn. I also ask all of you people to clam down for a while but don't leave for good. I promise that if we stick together and work things out comly that we can keep the inn going and most importantly we can patch up the hurt feelings of all our friends. Once again I remind you to calm down if you need to take a breather from the Inn that is fine I can understand that.


IF WE KEEP GOING THE WAY WE ARE GOING THERE WILL BE NO COMMUNITY

____________________________________________________________________________ ________

Honer of Fay the last of the great Red Mages and keeper of the secrets of Fire Magic


Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 23:09:51 -0700 From: [email protected] (Becky Fisher) Subject: Re: (A complaint from not-Steve)(and Muns)


I know you do not know me very well, and I do not know what happened to make you leave the BDI. But I want to tell you this...at this moment..I am so disgusted with all the crap I have been dealing with here..I am ready to leave it all behind. The problem is...I love to rp..and I would miss it a great deal. I wish I had the answer....I do not. I am being pursued by asshole hackers and flooders. They have decided that I am there favorite sucker to play with. I have not had one freaking day that has been only fun, when no one yelled at me in the inn for trying to keep order or something..when no hacker tracked me down and harassed me....for so long I cannot remember. What happened to the joy? What happened to the excitement of playing? I wish I knew. I just sat here a few minutes ago, watching the msgs fly at me..and ignored them...thinking that I would just sit here and let the tears fall. Sad....not like me.  ::sighs:: I hope thigs get better for you. I, for one, like you, and although we did not rp much, I will miss you. You are one of the good guys. Please do not leave us. Or..take me with you?


I remain, SoftBird and her Mun

Date: Thu, 18 Jul 1996 07:34:01 -0600 (MDT) From: Stef <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Fine.


I wasn't planning on leaving either..I'm not sure what the hell is going on..buuttt..I think if everyone keeps their cool, this can be worked out. As for my being an op and not being around much, I am afraid that it's impossible for me to be on here during the days and my nights are limited (those of you that know me best know what's going on)...if it would be in best interests of the inn, to remove my op status, so be it. However, I would be glad to keep it if I could learn how to set bans if needed..I only recently learned some bot stuff. In either case, I'm not going anywhere..I am so sad to see two people I care about leave-and not know entirely why. :(

                                       Stef


Date: Thu, 18 Jul 1996 09:12:11 -0700 (PDT) From: Slurpee God <[email protected]> Subject: Random thoughts....

 Funny thing...i was all up on leaving last night too...soon as i come on,

i make the royal mistake of actually *going into* blkdragon*inn...tsk tsk tsk, what the hell was i thinking? Of course i make my *normal* series of joking little comments and somehow i had Angel convinced that i was suicidal...after a CAPS WRITTEN statement that i was in no way going to kill myself (personally, i believe it to be impossible...i cant die, so live with it) and Angel starts up on her own suicidal rift...fine, she is upset, under a tremendous amount of pressure...i wont stand by her comments of suicide, but ill see what i can do to cheer her up (im the damn jester arent i?)... So in the best of humor (for me at least), i told her to stick her head in a toilet, because we all know that if you can stick your head in a toilet and flush it, then stand up and look out a window, then if you still have a serious anger grudge on the world, then its time to see a doctor...these were about my exact words....so of course, before i know it, im accused of making fun of angel, and taunting her...of, i left, because im tired of putting up with people having selective humors, capable of only getting a joke when its conveinient, or their own....

 I honestly had planned on staying out forever...ive been run from there

more times than Rifter by now for Gods sakes... but, while reading last night (had to do something, you know how i dont sleep, and without irc i had to resort to reading words that dont dance) i gave it a little thought....most of us have gotten pretty damn close...i mean, ive RPed with alot of people over the past 10 years and only a few of em have i actually been able to tolerate, much less talk to nightly...

 So i changed my mind...ill be back...you wont get rid of me or my

characters *that* easy dammit...and as for the newbies being adopted...i have been getting along with new people (please...i really hate the term "newbie" as much as i do "mundane") who knows, maybe its time for the 6th generation to be defined...

6th Generation : those role players of the inn who arrived at the time of the earlier Generations' fall...

Stephen


o/~ Can you imagine for a second doing anything you ever wanted to? Well thats just what i do, so hooray for me, and fluff you! o/~


Date: Thu, 18 Jul 1996 11:20:45 -0600 (MDT) From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Random thoughts....


I am glad you are staying after all and that you are going to try to work with the younger generation. Sorry for the shortness of this letter but I have already sayd most of the things on my mind. Once again glad to see that your still around. ____________________________________________________________________________ ________

Honer of Fay the last of the great Red Mages and keeper of the secrets of Fire Magic


Date: Thu, 18 Jul 1996 14:24:36 -0500 From: Brad Plumb <[email protected]> Subject: Re: HEY!! Wake up!!!


At 09:15 PM 7/17/96 -0500, you wrote: > > >[email protected] wrote: > >> >> <Josh gets down on his hands and knees to beg Sil and Micky/Kaefo to stick >> around for awile to see if this improves> > > I am afraid to say this, but... I kinda agree with Syl and Tev there... I worked >my ass off all night last night, even though I had made it perfectly clear to >everyone that I had class today... I had promised myself that I would go to bed >earlier... So I would be on time... Did I? Nope. I didn't get off until around 6am... >and I didn't fall asleep till around 7. I had to leave home by 11:45 to make it to >school on time due to the traffic of Central Express-way on the way to school. If you >want an example of what I mean? I can get there in 15 minutes... No problem... But it >take 30 minutes just to get 7 damn miles on that freeway because it is so screwed up. >Anyway... I was late to my class... Again... And I wasn't too thrilled 'bout it... I >barely had time to get ready and be on my way. All because I stayed up to help out. > Another thing... I think that you take all of this roleplaying too damn >seriously! I never hung out on Peaceful Warrior Inn and Para-Dice Inn all that much on >Prodigy when I was there... Why? Because they were too serious! It's not fun when you >get all down a serious about something... The whole reason Brad and I kept up with the >switched person plot was because it was FUN! That's the keyword here... "FUN!" Of >course... But the way some people, and I'm not mentioning any names, take out the fun by >gettin' too serious... That if one person gets OOC, that it's gonna destroy the world... >Look... I'm OOC all of the time... Even when I play my characters because I am so much >like them... Rue is modeled after the way I look and from my serious side... Taeylea is >from the side that I used to be... Quiet and innocent... And Peverell is outgoing, >hyper... She's a kender dammit... And people agree with me when I say this... So am I! >People! Listen to me! I'm going to be as blunt as I have to... I'm not going to let this >down easy like I would normally do... My temper will not let it. Yes... A good deal of >you are my closest friends I will and always will have and remember... The rest of you? >You are all being assholes who seem too serious with this to even have a life! The whole >reason I'm still here is to be with my friends! I have seriously considered killing my >account with iadfw because of the way I've been treated on here... But I couldn't... >Because I had friends. And they are the only ones that are keepin' me online in the >first place, and one of them, I had left once when I got off of Prodigy... And I >couldn't lose him again... Let me just say, the whole thing that made the channel I hung >out on on Prodigy was the fact that there were NO rules at all... That we were people >who all knew each other... muns and character... And half of the time we did RP, but >rarely was it ever serious. I mean... There were fights of Nuitari vs Rue... Rand vs >Moiraine. Lanfear vs Moiraine... etc... But most of the RPing was either silly, or it >wasn't really existant... This is where I learned to role play for the first time... >This was where I fell in love with chatting. Most of all, this was where this life with >a love for computers started, and if that hadn't happened... I would still be in high >school today... I would either be a senior... And most likely... I would not be here >writing this letter... I nearly killed myself during that time... But I didn't... >Because I had friends. And that's what this is all about. It's not about being the most >powerful there is. It's not about having a cyber-family. And it's not about saving the >world. It's about having friends to spend time with and have fun! Most of you understand >what I'm saying... But I bet that a lot of you will ignore this letter and go on with >your lives... *shrugs* Fine. I don't care. I have a life to go on to also. And that's >what I'm going to do. > I feel that people think that this is real life... But it's not... This is a >place to escape from real life through. That's why I'm here. If I didn't have this >escape... I'm not going on into that. I'm sorry if you think that I'm complaining, but >I'm not. I'm just trying to say that this place is falling apart. And that if something >isn't done right away, the #BLKDRAGON*inn will cease to exist. And I don't want to see >that. I have too many fond memories of this place. > On a final note, I'm saying that I'll be taking my leave. I'm not sure at this >time if this is temporary, or if this is permanent, but I do have a life outside of >this, and I have school, and soon, I'll have a job. Also, I'm doing this to give the inn >a chance to become the way it once was. And I'll close this letter of farewell off with >one phrase, that I learned the hard way... I sang the song as my first solo at a large >concert... "Que sera! Sera!" "What will be, will be." And I hope that what "will be" >will be something to bring us back together.

I know I'm gonna get yelled at for not editing the letter, but I don't

fluffing care. I don't think my thoughts on the matter could be expressed any better than what Kirsy says in this letter, and yes the switched names plot was fun. And damnit the thing that made this place seem like a family in the first place was getting to know each other ic and ooc and that doesn't happen as well one on one as in groups in my opinion. I would like to say I'm showin my support for Mickey, Kirsy, and Syl and am leaving, like Kirsy maybe temporarily maybe not. I want any of you who I have called friend to know this is nothing personal against you, but I am sick of all the bad feelings I get from being in the inn sometimes. I really do love the place, but it's gotten to be too much. I like speaking in groups online. So I'd like to close not in anger, but by saying I will always keep fond memories of BDI and maybe you can find me in there occasionally. Goodbye all.

Sorry if this gets sent twice, it screwed up the first time.

 BrAd PlUmB
 Silvan of Shadowdale
"Yes sir before joining the Royal Space force I admit to being nowhere at

all." - Wings of Honnemaise

"The only thing I fear, is Keyser Soze" - The Usual Suspects
"The greatest weapon of the fascist is the tolerance of the pacifist" - 
 Suicidal Tendencies
"Ours is the kingdom of steel" - ManOwar 


Date: Thu, 18 Jul 1996 16:01:01 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: TEST

Do NOT reply to this msg..I had to upgrade the mail server and I'm just testing the mailing lists..


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Date: Thu, 18 Jul 1996 23:45:47 -0600 (MDT) From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Hmmmm

At 05:20 PM 7/18/96 -0700, you wrote: >ok I hate to do this but everyone that gets this let me know..I am getting >rejects like crazy and I know 40 email accounts are suddenly not NO good >anymore.. > > >thanks

       Got it

____________________________________________________________________________ ________

Honer of Fay the last of the great Red Mages and keeper of the secrets of Fire Magic


Date: Fri, 19 Jul 1996 05:44:10 -0400 From: "Kerrinne Lynne Kl'ramordan" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Hmmmm

raises her hand:: Your majesty...I received it.

~Kerrinne


Date: Fri, 19 Jul 1996 10:37:38 -0500 (CDT) From: Kathy Stracener <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Hmmmm

I'm gettin it Angel.... my mail server ^#$*$^ed up on me too and I got 20 rejects for ONE email I sent... =)

       Suzanna


At 17:20 18-07-1996 -0700, you wrote: >ok I hate to do this but everyone that gets this let me know..I am getting >rejects like crazy and I know 40 email accounts are suddenly not NO good >anymore.. > > >thanks >12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)~~ >Her Royal Majesty | >AngelSin | >Queen of Arangoth | >@---}---}--------- | >--------------------------------- | >http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm | >Official Web Site for the #BLKDRAGON*Inn!! | >12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)~~ > > >


Date: Fri, 19 Jul 1996 09:17:52 -0700 From: Quickning <[email protected]> Subject: Come on.


Look I know they guys dont really care anymore but.... Leaving really doesn't solve anything. It takes a little bit of courage to stick it out Rough times and smooth. I'm gunna stay. Even if i end up roll play just me and my split personalities. I'm gunna miss you guys who have left or are leaving.

"No matter what happens, I'll always have each other."

Crystal Mun of Quickning and a few other PC's who wont beliving Arangoth.

PS Just how old is the BLKDRAGON*inn Maybe we need to declare a holiday for Arangoths birthday.

Date: Fri, 19 Jul 1996 10:01:32 PDT From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: RECENT EMAIL PROBLEMS

OK,

I'm headed to work..I hadn't realized that some of you were getting rejected emails too.. I'm gonna go see if I can fix it.. I may have to delete all on the mailing list that are getting rejected so you can resubscribe.. don't know..but it's happening on all the mailing lists and there has to be something I missed..I apologize for this inconvienance and promise I will do my best to fix it. I'll probably end up calling tech support and screamin at em ;)


Talk to ya later

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Date: Fri, 19 Jul 1996 11:33:36 -0700 From: [email protected] (Todd Hortillosa ) Subject: Re: Hmmmm

I got it too

Date: Fri, 19 Jul 1996 12:15:20 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: another test


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Date: Fri, 19 Jul 1996 13:15:58 -0700 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: HEY!! Wake up!!!



   I have never heard such trivial arguing over what "should and shouldn't

be" in an RPG channel.  ::rolls her eyes:: honestly! my Typo Demons create less havvoc than I have seen here.

   I think everyone should just do whatever makes them happy.  If you

don't like OOC talk then fine, don't talk OOC! If you do enjoy OOC talk with friends ((and I personally do)), then do it. If I get kicked for doing it, then so be it. BDI is not the only RPG channel around.

    I would also like to say that I get annoyed with others telling me how

I should act/not act...how I should respond to letters/not respond to letters...how I should live/not live......ok, so no one here has told me how to live *yet*. But I wouldn't put it past a few of you. As long as I am the dryad that mun intended me to be, I have no use for some of the imposed pseudo-authority that gets tossed around.

    I feel strongly that EVERYONE should just take care of their own PC.

Sure, if someone comes into the channel and cusses.....the ops should kick him....or if some idiot interrupts a SL with a really stupid post, talk with him/her....otherwise, I think that many of you will find that if you spend your time refining yourselves, everything else will fall into place....guaranteed.

Blowing roses at you all, ~ ~

     ~*~Astra~*~                      O

Elder Councilmember, MoA /!\

                                    @ @ @





Date: Fri, 19 Jul 1996 15:46:13 -0500 From: [email protected] (Cullen Stevenson) Subject: Re: another test


>DO NOT REPLY JUST TESTING

Okay.

--- Cullen Stevenson "See this? This is a plain, ordinary human liver. But it's mine, you can't have it!"

                          - The Kids In The Hall


Date: Fri, 19 Jul 1996 16:54:33 -0400 (EDT) From: Syl <[email protected]> Subject: Pyramid of the Rose: Watching


>From: [email protected] >X-Sender: [email protected] >Date: Fri, 19 Jul 1996 05:33:10 -0400 >To: [email protected] >Subject: Pyramid of the Rose: Watching > >Rating: G {Just an Intro Line...nothing more right now} > > > As the Sun begin to ascend to its peak...its rays of light shine down >onto the golden sands of the desert, clouds linger slowly by, as if in no >hurry to arrive at any set point in the world...slowly a shimmering area of >energy rippled across a large massed area of the sands...as a pyramid of >great size slowly appeared, as out of so shadowy world. Finally as the >energies washed across it outer texture, strokes of colored lightning and >rolling thunder stretched across the landscape of the Great desert. This >ominous pyramid stood silently in place absorbing the vast amounts of the >Sun's light into itself, as well as additional strokes of colored >lightning/energy raced across the sky to strike the pyramid's peak...as a >continual glow pulsed from this peak, as almost an audible crackle could be >heard...far into the skies, the darken shapes of what a passerby would >notice as the form and shape of the shadow off several large dragons or >possible winged creatures, that remained hiddened in the vast clouds that >slowly rolled overhead. Stranger still is the fact that only moments ago no >of this was here...on few occassions a traveler across the desert may have >looked up for a moment, and may then have noticed the shadows of these beast >within the clouds, and on fewer occassion still, at night over a campfire, >the sudden coming of a breeze and a darken shadow that befallen over the >land of campfires, or even the minor towns and/or cities of the desert, >perhaps maybe they too noticed this beast, but none to this day have made it >an important fact, to be told to a guard..... > > ******************** > > Floating high within the clouds over the Asyr Desert, the many Dragons of >the Pyramid rose upward, to glide graceful on the winds......soon in the >distance they easily noticed the approach of several other dragons within >their territories of the sky, and since receiving no orders from the Pyramid >that these other intruders were friends...they begin to watch...learning the >various features and designs of these other dragons...and mentally reporting >said information back to the pyramid far off in the desert....waiting and >watching....soon to end these intruders lives within the heavenily clouds >above the land..... > > ****************** > Sun`zen strecthed out after waking from his earlier morning slumber...he >glanced around...and noticed that the Pyramid had sensed three things wrong >within general scope of the Desert....he looked with a lazy eye to the >center of the pillar within the central core of the Pyramid as a single >crackle and stroke of energy reached out and touched his mind....he quickly >noticed two individuals making their way to the Pyramid..he shrug it off, >thinking surely no one in their right mind would venture towards, or at >least inside of the place without being invited...dismissed this, and >quickly looked at the other things, one being a ripple within the scope of >the land...meaning that a rather large Rift had opened for a rather long >time...he merely pondered its results, and shruged it off for the time >being....then the Pyramid linked him to the minds of its others, here he >quickly noticed several winged creatures approaching the Desert high within >the clouds...hmm, more dragons, they must be from that Titanus and Simon >persons...hmmm, no worries....wait just a moment...as he thought to >himself...noticing a dragon or something resembling one enter the Desert >heading in what seemed to a be a search pattern...this may be interesting, >he thought..... > > ******************** >Personal Note: {{{{To Bryan/SimonPhnix}}}} >{Oh, Bryan, hate to be the bearer of bad news, but it is really not a good >thing to show up at the Pyramid unannounced and all....could be a very bad >thing, of course i know that me pyramid is only visible, and physical for >six hours every morning...just to be safe, send a messager or something....i >wont go into further detail, u will just have to find somethings out for >urself about this...have a nice day} > > ******************* > > > >-Sun`zen(aka. Jul`Kair, aka.Sun`Dragn, aka. Sunaj) >Champion of BattleFest '96 >....Long Live the BlkDragon*Inn in all its Glory. >-starcry(aka. Stefhan, the mun) > > >~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.


Date: Fri, 19 Jul 1996 17:05:33 -0400 (EDT) From: Galliard <[email protected]> Cc: BlackDragon <[email protected]> Subject: Re: HEY!! Wake up!!!


> > I have never heard such trivial arguing over what "should and shouldn't > be" in an RPG channel.  ::rolls her eyes:: honestly! my Typo Demons create > less havvoc than I have seen here. > I think everyone should just do whatever makes them happy. If you > don't like OOC talk then fine, don't talk OOC! If you do enjoy OOC talk > with friends ((and I personally do)), then do it. If I get kicked for > doing it, then so be it. BDI is not the only RPG channel around. > I would also like to say that I get annoyed with others telling me how > I should act/not act...how I should respond to letters/not respond to > letters...how I should live/not live......ok, so no one here has told me > how to live *yet*. But I wouldn't put it past a few of you. As long as I > am the dryad that mun intended me to be, I have no use for some of the > imposed pseudo-authority that gets tossed around. > I feel strongly that EVERYONE should just take care of their own PC. > Sure, if someone comes into the channel and cusses.....the ops should kick > him....or if some idiot interrupts a SL with a really stupid post, talk > with him/her....otherwise, I think that many of you will find that if you > spend your time refining yourselves, everything else will fall into > place....guaranteed. > > Blowing roses at you all, ~ ~ > ~*~Astra~*~ O > Elder Councilmember, MoA /!\ > @ @ @ > >

At last! Someone who actually has a good idea! As the immortal sage once said, "You cannot change others, but you can change yourself." Well, that's all for now, as I'm at home, and supposed to be on vacation...


Wolfie`s aptly-named-sir-not-appearing-in-this-inn mun

Date: Fri, 19 Jul 1996 16:54:14 -0500 From: [email protected] (Cullen Stevenson) Subject: Re: HEY!! Wake up!!!



pokes Astra::

Hey! Respond to all my love letters!

cackles::

--- Cullen Stevenson "See this? This is a plain, ordinary human liver. But it's mine, you can't have it!"

                          - The Kids In The Hall


Date: Sat, 20 Jul 1996 01:20:14 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> Subject: Dark Forebodings....


  • Deep within the lowest planes of Darkness, a single, solitary figure

watches events unfold in Arangoth, seething in Anger at what he sees...*

"Idiots... They cannot hold a single prisoner to save their lives...."

  • His Steel-clad fist slams down onto the black obsidian of his throne,

sending razorlike shards flying....*

"WHat does it Take to hold a Simple Queen?!?!"

  • THe black steel skull mask, red eyes ablaze tilts upwards towards

Hell, and the black void of the Abyss...*

"Balor! Marilith! Get down Here, NOW!"

  • Into the shadows steps a huge, hulking beast wielding a spiked whip and

Serrated sword, his stony wings half-spread... Behind it slithers a demonic being, with the voluptous Upper torso of a Female with 6 arms, her hips and legs replaces with a snake's body...*

"You called us, Lord Leareth?"

  • Leareth glares at the two with Eyes afire...*

"Are you or are you two Not the Harbingers of War and Chaos?"

  • Balor backs away...*

"We are doing Everything in our power, my Lord, but..."

  • Leareth rises, scraping his blades together with a blood-curdling scream,

like the scream of the undead...*

"I Want Results, Not Excuses! Xandur, Zantoth and Dellila stand to Fail thanks to your Bungling. Sun`Zen will Regain his Stature in Arangoth, thanks to your Failing to Blind everyone. What does it Take to Get this Done Right?"

  • Marilith slithers forward in a moment of Defiance...*

"Perhaps it takes You getting Off your Arse?"

  • Marilith suddenly realizes her words, and shrinks back as Leareth

prepares to Backfist her with his deadly blades...*

"If that is what it takes, I hope you have No further plans for Eternity, for you may no longer have an Eternity to live..."

  • Leareth turns away, and goes into his inner sanctum for whatever Evil

Perversions he has in mind for the Innocent of all...*

Leareth, the Dark side of a Mundane.



Date: Sat, 20 Jul 1996 14:56:05 +0800 From: Bun-G Esq <[email protected]> Subject: STOP IT PLEASE!


Look , thios is not my brothers account...could you please remove me from this list as I have no time for it and it actually is hurting my business having to sort through all of these emails for the real ones. If you need me to do anything please either email me or find me on irc (Bun-G) ..effnet usually thanks... sorry for the inconvenience

Bun-G


Date: Sat, 20 Jul 1996 03:25:00 -0500 From: [email protected] (Dee and Rich) Subject: Flooders :(


To all ops,and bdi regulars...

Beware of the following addresses,or nicks similar to these..these are nicks used by the people who flooded and took over the inn...

[-XX-] is [email protected] * -¦¦¦>»¥«SHoCK KaPKaP is [email protected] * PaPPy [FReeZe] is [email protected] * FReeZe QwertyBaL is [email protected] * -¦¦¦>»¥«SHoCK 1.9»¥«<¦¦¦-


These addresses may be altered,as the username can be switched,and the interramp.com address differs..last time it was cleveland.oh. interramp... But fortunately for us,they tend to use the same pattern in their nicks...I have seen KapKap as KapGrl,or Kap,though...possible clones...and [-XX-] frequently not only uses this as a nick,but as a user name..I have seen him use the nick.."Fuqer", as well(Excuse my language...)..Freeze often uses that nick without the []..excuse my language. Shock 1.9 is the script they're using,if anyone has any info on that,please let one of the ops know...it might help prevent future takeovers..

Thanks to all! Dee :)


Date: Sat, 20 Jul 1996 07:06:09 -0700 (PDT) From: RangerBlue <[email protected]> Subject: Dragon Spires Expedition Once more Cc: [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],

       [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],
       [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],
       [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],
       [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],
       [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],
       [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],
       [email protected]


Hearty adventurers of Arangoth,

Once more that all may know: On Saturday 07/20/96 at 10:00 PM EDT at channel

  1. Castle*Camp, an expedition into the heart of the Dragon Spires Mountain

range will be started to find the critical cache somewhere within of supplies and equipment needed by the remnants of the Asyri army. Only those of stout heart and valiant spirit are asked to attend. The mines are unmapped and inhabited by various beasts; in addition, the Asyri might well have laid traps to protect any caches they have placed there. However, location and destruction of this cache is so important strategically that it may in fact effectively end the war.

Please allow your mundanes to read the note which follows my signature, and I will hope to see you for a briefing and expedition tonight. Tranmissions about attending this are welcome, but please use only trusted messangers to send any replies, as we do nae wish to be surprised by Asyri counter-forces.

With respect, RangerBlue Sovereign of Loreil

((OOC Notes: Key players will begin with a briefing at 9:30 PM on the channel named above. This will be a DMed, roleplaying scene with dice combat. There will be two DMs, one for scenes/lore and one for combat calling. No OCC chatter or out-of-control dice throwing will be allowed. Because of some difficulties caused by a few players in the last RP scene we hosted, we also wish to state up front that only one warning will be given to those who are disruptive before they are kicked from the channel. Thanks for your interest, and we hope this will be an exciting adventure for all who choose to participate! Recommended servers for this scneario are: irc.cris.com, irc.mo.net, irc.neosoft.com, irc.stealth.net (if up))


Date: Sat, 20 Jul 1996 11:20:59 -0400 (EDT) From: Slurpee God <[email protected]> Subject: Last Night


would just like to commend Blkdragon for his well executed control over the

ops meeting last night....it was well handled and closely maintained...he watched over with a calm i didnt know he had in him...hell, he even managed to make *me* feel like i was a help in the inn...<g> So everyone thank Blk for his contribution to keeping the inn the place we have all grown to care about...So lets get going and straighten out these little wrinkles we have been having, and have some fun dammit...

StEvE


o/~ Can you imagine for a second doing anything you ever wanted to? Well thats just what i do, so hooray for me, and fluff you! o/~


Date: Sat, 20 Jul 1996 10:53:58 -0500 (CDT) From: Kathy Stracener <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Last Night


I agree... I was very impressed with how well the meeting was handled. I was expecting alot of accusations flying and so forth but it went very well. I am requesting a log of the meeting since I misses teh rest of it, so if anyone has one dcc it to me later.

       Suzanna



Date: Sat, 20 Jul 1996 10:16:17 -0600 From: [email protected] (OneStab) Subject: Re: Last Night


Sorry I could not be there last night.. Congrats BLK... obviously you successfully diffused a potentially bad situation... Commendable my friend..

I as well would like the log.

~Darren


Date: Sat, 20 Jul 1996 10:07:45 -0700 (PDT) From: Slurpee God <[email protected]> Subject: Time for a confidence booster >=)

 Well....after giving the idea a little thought...ive decided to take on

the task (yeah, trust me...i have a feeling this will be a "task") of the first BLKDRAGON*Inn Mailing List RP Superlatives! I think a few of us (hell, most of us) need something to urge us back into roleplaying, and ive came up with an idea that just might be a kick...

 We all vote on the topics listed below...ONE vote per person, per

selection...i will count all votes in the end and announce the winners =)

 It starts off by you (meaning anyone who wishes to) mailing ME, NOT THE

LIST, the names you think should most represent the topics listed below...after looking over thge selections, i will choose 3 to 5, depending on the number of different recipients for each selection, and then place the list of names back on the mailinglist for you all to vote on? Simple, right?

So the topics are:

1) Best Played Thief PC 2) Best Played Priest or Cleric 3) Best Played Mage or Magic-using equal 4) Best Played Vampire or Undead 5) Best Played Were-creature 6) Best Outstanding Warrior (this is an overall selection, so pick those you think RP fighting well) 7) Most Original PC Concept 8) Best Drawn Out Plotline (this should be the killer one) 9) Best Overall Roleplayer (the big one...not to be selected lightly...choose someone who perhaps plays a PC totally different from their individual person, or several PC's, all played well, with totally different personalities...)

Send ALL of your choices for these selections IN ORDER BY # to : [email protected]

i will wait until tomorrow night until i post the final selections for voting =)

Hope you all have fun with this!

Stephen


o/~ Can you imagine for a second doing anything you ever wanted to? Well thats just what i do, so hooray for me, and fluff you! o/~


Date: Sat, 20 Jul 1996 13:11:29 -0400 From: Ash <[email protected]> Subject: Log for Ops..


I was also very impressed with the whole affair.. i Agree with Steve wholeheartedly! This meeting seemed to be what alot of us needed! =) And Blackdragon handled everything very professionally and compassionatly and with such CALM! :) heheh Congrats to all! :)

If you want a log of the affair, i have been sending them out to all, i was there from start to finish, for the whole 3 hours and some of it, so email _ME_ at [email protected] and request and i shall send it, or find me on irc and i will dcc. :)

I'm glad it seems this channel is still gonna be here! :)

Have a WONDERFUL day all! :)

~* Ashley *~

"Perhaps this is a situation where excessive honesty can be detrimental." -- Data, Star Trek: The Next Generation


Date: Sat, 20 Jul 1996 11:16:36 -0600 (MDT) From: Stef <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Last Night


Since I had already given my excuse for my absence (sorry about that)..could I have a log as well?

                                       Stef


Date: Sat, 20 Jul 1996 10:17:13 -0700 (PDT) From: Slurpee God <[email protected]> Subject: EEP! Forgot a topic.... heres #10


10) Evilest Character (to be judged on the actions of the character)

sorry =)


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Date: Sat, 20 Jul 1996 17:25:13 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: Re: Last Night



I agree...He did an excellent job...I'll need a log too since I didn't get to stay :(


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Date: Sat, 20 Jul 1996 12:28:46 -0500 (CDT) From: Kathy Stracener <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Time for a confidence booster >=)


What about best played abomination seeing as how theer seems to be a sprouting of those in the Inn now... *sigh*

       Suz


Date: Sat, 20 Jul 1996 12:15:44 -0600 From: [email protected] (OneStab) Subject: foiling Grafton's battalion (pt3)



Scampering though the underbrush, Arnthiir shadowed Veleria's flight path. Dashing silently down a wash, he remained invisible to Grafton and his henchmen. As his falcon friend glided above, the roguish Arn picked his way carefully through the outer perimeter of the army.

Hearing a voice from just outside the riverbed, Arn crouched near a stand of dry reeds, and listened.

"Who passes?"

"Scout patrol, unit three, squad eight."

"Password?"

"Avenger."

"Welcome back, unit three. Report to debrief immediately."

Arn strained to hear more of the conversation, but scuffling of movement drowned out any more words. Still, Arnthiir couldn't help but smile at his fortune. Grafton's army had no specific uniform, no prominent race. They were mercenaries. With the password, he could quit sneaking around, and simply pass himself off as another soldier.

Traveling in the wash a few meters before emerging, Arnthiir glanced up quickly at Veleria. She was still searching the ranks. As he approached the checkpoint, sucked in a deep breath. Five massive guards stood at the boarders of a man-made thorn briar barrier. While Arnthiir was a capable shot with his bow, melee was not his forte. He would be no trouble for these five should they catch his lie.

"Who passes?" The largest one addressed.

Hiding his anxiety, Arn explained, "Scout from unit three squad eight.. I got separated from the others."

"I see," lifting his brow suspiciously at Arn, the guard asked sarcastically. "I suppose you left the password with the others also?"

"No sir." Arn managed a steady reply. "Avenger."

Studying Arnthiir a moment longer, the mercenary relented. "Very well, pass. But.." he stopped signaling another of the guards, "Dravvel will ensure you return to your unit. We can't have you lost again, can we?"

Dravvel, a muscular but plain looking youth, took Arn by the shoulder and led him into the camp. Arnthiir cursed under his breath, chiding himself for abandoning his original plan and coming into the open. Now, if he could not shake this brutish dolt, unit three would be one man extra. Until they killed him. Racing through what few options remained, Arnthiir decided on diplomacy.

"Hey there friend, don't believe I know ya. I'm Barthaniel of Torin. Who might you be, lad?"

Silence.

"Oh now don't be shy, lad. And loosen up that grip," Arn shrugged his shoulders in a half attempt to get away. "we are on the same team."

The soldier remain quiet, but his grip relaxed. Arnthiir's patience wore thin with his captor. Not only was this mercenary a despicable killer, but he was rude. Just ahead, Arn saw his chance. The path they walked passed between to valley scrub oak bushes. For a moment, for just a moment, they would be hidden from view. Others wandered aimlessly through the camp, any noise and a hundred or so brutish barbarians would descend upon his comparatively frail body.

"Oooch!" Arnthiir complained as they disappeared into the brush. Arn grabbed his foot with one hand, a fist-sized rock near his heel with the other.

"What now?"

"Twisted ankle, lad. Injury I sustained on patrol flaring up." Suddenly, Arn's eyes darted from the soldier to Veleria soaring through dusk. As he stared up, he could see the guard's interest rise.

"What ye lookin' at?" The guard committed his error, turning and looking skyward. Arn sprang. Slamming the rock into the back of his captor's skull, the guard went numb and crumpled immediately to the ground.

Arn dropped the stone on the unconscious mercenary's chest. "Let that be a lesson to you, lad." He whispered. "Never turn your back on an enemy." Gazing again at the sky, he watched Veleria pass overhead. Signaling her with his trademark two-fingered wave, the hawk resumed her search.

Catching an evening thermal, rising as she rode the updraft, Veleria's sharp eyes caught a flash of firelight on bronze. Grafton. Crabbing against the wind, bleeding off altitude, she closed on the hellish figure. He sat on a hollow log, gorging himself with mutton. He was disgusting. For a moment, she considered diving above him. Arn's arrow through Grafton would be almost as satisfying as watching her brother's killer slip from life. As she circled lower, contemplating Grafton as a substitute target, her eyes found Kaelig.

Hard, withered face, scars running his right cheek and neck, maniacal eyes..... she'd found him. Surging with exhilaration and fury, the hawk swept back her wings and angled into a steep dive. Her wing tips fluttered as the wind buffeted them, her claws whistled through speeding air. Braking just inches from Kaelig, she spread her wings, tore a bit of cloth from the Captain's shoulder, and zoomed upward into the darkening sky.

Kaelig reeled backward. Yanking his sword from its sheath, he swished it vainly around him. Stunned at the attack on their leader, Kaelig's men gaped at sunset. The hawk was gone.

A few hundred feet away, Arnthiir moved quickly towards Veleria's signal. Her dive alerted the camp, sending them into a moment of panic as their enemy from the sky remained invisible. Arn slid around a canvass tent. Peeking from his cover, he saw Grafton. For a moment, he too considered this new target. But a gleam from under Grafton's tunic quickly changed his mind. Grafton even ate in his armor. On his best day, Arn couldn't hope penetrate a joint in plate, or a weak set of links in chain with an arrow. Especially not at 80 plus yards.

Arn lifted the tent canvass. Searching it with his eyes, and finding it empty, he crawled inside. Tightening the string of his bow, he knocked an arrow, and pulled peered again towards the fire where Veleria dove.

"There..." Arn muttered, glaring from the shadows at his victim.

Kaelig returned to his place beside Grafton. Tearing a bite of mutton from the spit, he sat beside his commander on the hollow log. Occasionally, the captain sneered at the appearing stars.

Arn drew and steadied his aim. His thumb grazing the corner of his mouth, the broadhead swept over vital areas of Kaelig's body. "How to kill you, slime." Arn murmured. "Quick and messy, or a slow and agonizing." Arn wished the man to suffer long before death sent him to hell; but, he could not risk an adept healer saving his murderous life. He opted for quick... and messy. Pulling his bow to full draw, he shot.

Another song of wind in feathers rang though the camp. Arn's arrow whizzed by a few stunned guards. Kaelig's eyes widened as the missile found its mark, sinking to its fletchings just below his neck. Without a whisper, Kaelig's soul drained to the underworld.


Date: Sun, 21 Jul 1996 10:35:42 -0500 From: [email protected] (Dee and Rich) Subject: Followup to the ops meeting

 Yes, i want to agree Blk dd a great job as moderator, but we never decided

anything. We need to have a followup meeting to discuss not just the problems, but how to solve them. They are there and now we know what they are. How do we fix them? Thanks to everyone who showed up and shared their opinions and to Blk especially for his hard work.

                       Rich and Dee
                       Pendrake and Mysha


Date: Sun, 21 Jul 1996 11:09:54 -0500 From: [email protected] (Dee and Rich) Subject: The "war"

 First of all i want to apologize for leaving early... Things came up.  BUt

during the war i noted a few problems we had.

 First of all, I think the leaders should have been established long before

the event. People could not make suggetions because if ppl didn't like them they were ignored. And the leaders need to have some experience, no to say the ones we had didn't, but I didn't know them.

 Second, the chnl was a world of total chaos..ppl running around doing

things only to have others do the same thing. Ppl would suggest or perform an action and would be ignored only to have another do the same action 5 mins later. I think the chnl should have been moderated with only the team leaders have moderation. It was too hard to see what the DM's were saying between what the chars were saying.

 Third, on the same lines, with so many ppl saying things...ppl get

ignored...The only way to stop that is to moderate it....then the team leaders can say which person does what. Maybe even give the team leader ops so they can moderate and unmoderate ppl as they do actions for their team.

 Fourth, and lastly,  the Team leaders need to take charge.  If your not

gonna moderate the chnl, then the leaders need to keep they're ppl from overrunning the chnl with what they are doiing. You just can't do actions. The team leader should instruct you to do so, suggest it to him/her privately and then wait to see what he/she says.

 That's it, the storyline itself was cool, puzzles without the use of

magic. It just goes to show we all depend on our omnipotece to much. EVERYONE was trying to prove they were better then everyone else. My char is more powerful then you, or I can't be killed or I'm carrying everything with me...i'm a virtual General store.. Come one, it was getting real lame...I'm not gonna bring up specifics, but it called for a stealth mission and EVERYONE talked and walked and acted. Not much stealth involved in that i think.

 Thanks for listening to my gripes 8)  Hope I didn't offend anyone.
                                       Rich and Dee
                                       Pendrake and Mysha
                                       Psionic and Raenthrea


Date: Sun, 21 Jul 1996 13:57:12 -0500 From: Brad Plumb <[email protected]> Subject: Zalandros & Llestran part 1

       This is for the benefit of those who have become involved with

either of these characters in my time playing them.

The sun bore down on the mage sector of Thay, today a young man would take a test to earn his red robes. Zalandros watched quietly as his master approached, laying the robes down on a chair and watching him. Then it began.....

Darkness. From the Darkness another young man watched his brother at work. Llestran swung his hair into the void which surrounded him, the color matching. A week before he had been in his Zal's place, showing the strength to be a Red Wizard of Thay. He only hoped his brother would show the same, for he had noticed something different in him, a weakness. Llestran sighed and watched...

Zalandros moved quickly dodging a fireball here and erecting a shield there, branches to be moved with tk, each step of the test presented a different puzzle for Zal to solve with his magic. He stopped for a brief second, breathing heavily. Then he moved again, quickly until he encountered the final part of the test, an old man lying on the ground with a knife next to him....

Llestran held his breath, if his brother failed here it would be disastrous. He must see the weakness of the old fool, exploit this.

Zalandros paused.....looking up and down at the man and knife questioningly. A voice echoed in his mind, the voice of his master. "He is weak! If not for his weakness he would not be in this situation! COmpassion is for the foolhardy! Kill him! It is your duty!" Zalandros paused again............

Hope you enjoyed that, more to come

 BrAd PlUmB
 Silvan of Shadowdale
"Yes sir before joining the Royal Space force I admit to being nowhere at

all." - Wings of Honnemaise

"The only thing I fear, is Keyser Soze" - The Usual Suspects
"The greatest weapon of the fascist is the tolerance of the pacifist" - 
 Suicidal Tendencies
"Ours is the kingdom of steel" - ManOwar 


Date: Sun, 21 Jul 1996 14:13:51 -0500 From: Brad Plumb <[email protected]> Subject: About the story...


just as a little something else, this is a background, this happened many years ago, and the time will eventually evolve to the present, should have had this in my letter.

 BrAd PlUmB
 Silvan of Shadowdale
"Yes sir before joining the Royal Space force I admit to being nowhere at

all." - Wings of Honnemaise

"The only thing I fear, is Keyser Soze" - The Usual Suspects
"The greatest weapon of the fascist is the tolerance of the pacifist" - 
 Suicidal Tendencies
"Ours is the kingdom of steel" - ManOwar 

Date: Sun, 21 Jul 1996 20:28:31 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject:


Angel and Narisa Reach the massive pyramid..::

"My lord, where did it come from?" Narisa gasps

Angel shakes her head "I don't know..but it wasn't here last night"

The both tilt there heads back looking up::


The main outer structure is made up of several different elements of rock, creating a pattern of multied colors within the scope of its being...the sides are smooth to the touch, and rise nearly 1200 feet from the sands of the desert to a point, from the moment it appears till it disappears at Noon, the pentacle at the top, radiants with a glow of various colors, and on occassions, in the sky around additional energies flow together this pentacle and touch it as all most embracing each other in their own glow.

 As far as possible entrances, none are visible to a male eyes, but to a

natural female, and the protectors of the Pyramid, an entrance can be seen only briefly for a flickering moment at the beginning and end of every hour its is visible....this entrance is a raised archway, with two statues of females clad in wondorous armor, weilding swords that are raised over head, as if they only support the arch.

Angel and Narisa walk around the pyramid...finding an arched

entrance...they look at the two statues::

"well..seems to be a tribute to women at least" Angel mumbles

Narisa holding onto the back of Angel's shirt:: "I don't think we should

enter"

"Nonsense" Angel says "we need water, food and godz clothes...at least ye have your gown..I've been traveling in only Blk's shirt for days now..weeks mayhaps.."

With Narisa close behind they enter the pyramid..suprised by the doors

opening by themselves::


Inner Structure:>

   Once crossing the threshold into the Pyramid, you automatically lose

sight of the outside, also the arch you came thru, now looks like a wall, and even to the touch feels like it. On the inner hall, you will quickly be struck gently be a warm, but wet breeze that seems to filter thru the hallway(including all other sections of the Pyramid). Also standing in this spot, you will also notice the large mulitueds of hanging gardens of Rainbow Roses, including the fact that these rose, even climb the walls, and run across most of the artichecture of the place. Stairs lead off to many rooms of the place...for some unknown power than a person could easily feels, has created, or bent the fabric of space, for the pyramid seems to have to ends within its structure....you can easily find entire valleys of waterfalls, creeks, and various plant life being supported inside(including various foods:natural fruits and such). There are a large number of empty rooms throughout the place, alot of which still hold various equipment, such as weapons, and armor...and there are even several large libraries within inside the place...several of the books are written in languages, that are considered very dead, and some are somewhat understandable to others.....some books detail wars, battles, economics, spells, artifacts, histories, and many, many more various titles and items abound within these libraries, nearly all are covered in several inches of dust.

Angel and narisa make thier way to a large waterfall...where they drink as

much water as their stomaches can hold::

"there must be food...this isn't an anciet burial tomb...this place is lived in" Angel motions to Narisa and they head off in search for food::

They walk into another room and find all sorts of food ...where they eat

heartily::

an hour later, with thier bellies full..the began to explore the pyramid::

"Careful" Angel whispered.."I'm sure there are many traps in here...keep thy eye open at all times"

With that they opened another door and entered a large room::

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Date: Sun, 21 Jul 1996 15:46:46 -0700 (PDT) From: RangerBlue <[email protected]> Subject: Dragon Spires after Action Report Cc: [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],

       [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],
       [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],
       [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],
       [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],
       [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],
       [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],
       [email protected]


Warden Report to Her Majesty, Queen Angel Sin, and the Citizens of Arangoth

Subject: End of War

Last night at 22:00 hours, the Wardenship alongside brave Arangoth citizens entered the unmapped mines of the Dragon Spires. There, they discovered a small Asyri force guarding a large arms and supply cache--undoubtedly the cache which the Asyri army intended to use to sustain the war effort in your kingdom for some weeks to come.

The expeditionary force fought off the Asyri guards and destroyed the supply cache. Casualties were light, and the forces present to be commended for both initiative and brilliance under fire. They are truly a credit to Arangoth and its people. During the fight, the Prefect Xandur, who was leading the troops in the Arangoth War, was killed by one of his own mage-assistants, a woman named Rhiannon.

With their supplies and general gone, the army retreated in confusion to Asyr. There, they were met by the guards of the Emperor and slaughter for their failure to capture the Arangoth trade route. Asyri routinely put unsuccessful troops to death, since manpower is their only abundant natural resource.

However, Warden intelligence reports indicate that few of the Asyri from the battle force survived. They have fled to the border of Khala, perhaps to seek shelter with the country's warrior-leader. We will have to investigate further in order to ascertain this. However, it is certain that the majority of the troops which invaded your country are dead.

The war is ended. In launching this small expedition, We personally had no idea that such an outcome would be possible, but it seems to be true.

May God save the noble people of Arangoth and their Queen.

Respectfully submitted,

RangerBlue Wrynnet Blue Sovereign of Loreil Soverain of Loreil First Warden Baroness of Taigenath


Date: Sun, 21 Jul 1996 15:47:25 -0700 (PDT) From: RangerBlue <[email protected]> Subject: Re: The "war"


You bring some valid points I will try to address. The overall expedition had 20 gamers, and 3 more in the bad guy room. I could have simply appointed leaders as DM, and in the Scriptorium scenario last month did just that, but felt that was improper in this for the following reason. You, the gamers decide. I am not god, nor even a distant relative. I have friends yes, and could have picked such to lead, knowing their ability. Is this fair to the others? A strong gamer that I personally do not know, be excluded from potential leading based solely on that? That scenario a bit to common now in the land, and I refuse to do such. The gamers decided leadership, then organized into teams. Yes, it was a bit chaotic, but they chose. I got no less than ten irrate msgs over that, but since the gamers chose, I felt their choice to be respected. One leader was a Warden I know well, the other a person I know not at all, who did a fine job.

I am glad you liked the scenario. A great deal of work went into it. WrynBlue in fact wrote the thing and corrodinated all in an amazing display of skill and management ability. The gamers then brought it life. We learned a great deal also. The groups were large and teamwork as you noted, at times sublimiated to personal gratification. Normal that, but in so large a grouping has an impact. I have DMed many scenes over the years, and never had so much difficulty with 12 msgs open all the time, coordinating three rooms and trying to help Wryn, equally buried, with the main room. Add a few lags and punts here and there and the mix a tough one. However, it seemed in the end succcessful.

Thanks for you help and thoughts. Takes them we shall to learn that more to come better for all concerned.

Blue



Date: Sun, 21 Jul 1996 22:36:54 -0400 (EDT) From: Slurpee God <[email protected]> Subject: Last chance on the superlaxative...errr....superlative thingee

 Alright...if anyone actually wants to nominate anyone else for the voting

that will be held over the next two days for the "best of" selections, email me with your names...last call and all...

sTeVe


o/~ Can you imagine for a second doing anything you ever wanted to? Well thats just what i do, so hooray for me, and fluff you! o/~


Date: Sun, 21 Jul 1996 21:56:30 -0600 (MDT) From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Last Night


Even though I am not an ops I also would like to request a log of the meeting. If one of you could do that for me I would apreciate it.


                               Thanks,
                               Honer and his curious mun


Date: Mon, 22 Jul 1996 02:15:43 -0700 (PDT) From: Slurpee God <[email protected]> Subject: Here are the choices to vote for!!!


TADA!!! and here are the nominations for the Blkdragon*inn superlatives! remember to decide who you think did best in each selection....send your choices to me ([email protected]) personally so that noone is offended by you not choosing them =) the choices will be added up and i shall give out the winners soon....err...and i noticed that i have a few of my nicks in the selections....i didnt vote, so dont blame me and say i cheated =) send the choices to me in code so that they will be easier to count...Ex: 1) c , 2) a , etc...

your votes will be appreciated and hope to see you all soon! =P

StEvE

1) Best Thief a. Cross b. Quickning c. Siel d. Valen e. Elli

2) Best Priest or Cleric a. Aystan b. Kylus c. Skylar

3) Best Mage or Magic-User a. Blckthorn b. Daedil c. Kaejo d. MoonDiver e. Raist f. TheRaven g. Stormcrst h. Honer i. Loendal

4) Best Vampire or Undead b. DVampyre c. Erica d. Falcyne e. Hawkens f. Lovan g. Reneau h. Ronny i. Stalker j. Crysalin k. Tighara

5) Best Were-Creature or Similar a. Brenlyn b. Deth c. Fazuul d. Mokole e. Tigrah f. Wolfeyes

6) Best Warrior/Fighter a. DeathStkr b. Lysira c. Loendal d. Reneau e. WharGhoul

7) Most Creative PC Design Concept a. Flashback b. Kardd c. Morkeleb d. Rhiannonn e. Scarecrow f. Static

8) Best Plotline or Drawn-out Storyline a. Asyr/Arangothian War b. Stalker's Email Storyline c. The Rue/Silvan Switch d. Stef and Darren's Story on the list e. Isea's Plot that got really confusing <g> f. the "Trivia kills everyone" story

9) Most Evil Pc a. Llestran b. Ronny c. Jihaxus d. Hellion e. Rhiannonn f. Isea g. Scarecrow h. Jahruna i. Reneau j. Sun`Zen

10) Best Overall Roleplayer a. AngelSin b. Stef -- Rhiannonn, Laeral, Tir`Aimee c. Lysira d. Dave--Stalker, DVampyre e. Julie--Calsey, Siel, ElfChild f. Jimmie--TheRaven, Spectre g. StevE--Hellion, Reneau, Daedil h. Sylvia--Crysalin, petal, Menolly


o/~ Can you imagine for a second doing anything you ever wanted to? Well thats just what i do, so hooray for me, and fluff you! o/~


Date: Mon, 22 Jul 1996 11:29:41 -0500 From: Brad Plumb <[email protected]> Subject: Zalandros & Llestran Part 2

  Zalandros looked down at the old man, and his hand moved for the dagger.

Thoughts raced through his mind, impure thoughts, weak thoughts. "Why must I kill him, why this waste of life." Zalandros had always been weak were others in Thay had been strong, he had not the hatred for life that many of these had. Now in what supposed to be the moment of his greatest triumph, he felt it in his gut, his stomach. Zalandros reached out for the dagger..........

  Llestran watched on as Zalandros reached for the dagger. Yes! His brother

was showing strength at last, he sighed and relief and then suddenly his eyes bulged as Zalandros turned and hurled the dagger away, a red robed body fell to the ground, with a dagger protruding from its chest. Emotions welled up within him, rage, despair. His brother had betrayed him....

Zalandros felt the presense of his master, and the dagger caught the unsuspecting mage in the heart. He fell dead immediately. Zalandros suddenly realizing what he had done, ran.

 BrAd PlUmB
 Silvan of Shadowdale
"Yes sir before joining the Royal Space force I admit to being nowhere at

all." - Wings of Honnemaise

"The only thing I fear, is Keyser Soze" - The Usual Suspects
"The greatest weapon of the fascist is the tolerance of the pacifist" - 
 Suicidal Tendencies
"Ours is the kingdom of steel" - ManOwar 


Date: Mon, 22 Jul 1996 13:38:22 -0500 From: Leonard Foley <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Here are the choices to vote for!!!


At 02:15 AM 7/22/96 -0700, you wrote: > > >TADA!!! >and here are the nominations for the Blkdragon*inn superlatives! remember >to decide who you think did best in each selection....send your choices to >me ([email protected]) personally so that noone is offended by you >not choosing them =) the choices will be added up and i shall give out the >winners soon....err...and i noticed that i have a few of my nicks in the >selections....i didnt vote, so dont blame me and say i cheated =) send the >choices to me in code so that they will be easier to count...Ex: >1) c , 2) a , etc... > >your votes will be appreciated and hope to see you all soon! =P > >StEvE > >1) Best Thief >a. Cross >b. Quickning >c. Siel >d. Valen >e. Elli > >2) Best Priest or Cleric >a. Aystan >b. Kylus >c. Skylar > >3) Best Mage or Magic-User >a. Blckthorn >b. Daedil >c. Kaejo >d. MoonDiver >e. Raist >f. TheRaven >g. Stormcrst >h. Honer >i. Loendal > >4) Best Vampire or Undead >b. DVampyre >c. Erica >d. Falcyne >e. Hawkens >f. Lovan >g. Reneau >h. Ronny >i. Stalker >j. Crysalin >k. Tighara > >5) Best Were-Creature or Similar >a. Brenlyn >b. Deth >c. Fazuul >d. Mokole >e. Tigrah >f. Wolfeyes > >6) Best Warrior/Fighter >a. DeathStkr >b. Lysira >c. Loendal >d. Reneau >e. WharGhoul > >7) Most Creative PC Design Concept >a. Flashback >b. Kardd >c. Morkeleb >d. Rhiannonn >e. Scarecrow >f. Static > >8) Best Plotline or Drawn-out Storyline >a. Asyr/Arangothian War >b. Stalker's Email Storyline >c. The Rue/Silvan Switch >d. Stef and Darren's Story on the list >e. Isea's Plot that got really confusing <g> >f. the "Trivia kills everyone" story > >9) Most Evil Pc >a. Llestran >b. Ronny >c. Jihaxus >d. Hellion >e. Rhiannonn >f. Isea >g. Scarecrow >h. Jahruna >i. Reneau >j. Sun`Zen > >10) Best Overall Roleplayer >a. AngelSin >b. Stef -- Rhiannonn, Laeral, Tir`Aimee >c. Lysira >d. Dave--Stalker, DVampyre >e. Julie--Calsey, Siel, ElfChild >f. Jimmie--TheRaven, Spectre >g. StevE--Hellion, Reneau, Daedil >h. Sylvia--Crysalin, petal, Menolly > > >o/~ Can you imagine >for a second >doing anything >you ever wanted to? >Well thats just what i do, >so hooray for me, >and fluff you! o/~ > >Hey there,

What about a best flirt catagory?


Date: Mon, 22 Jul 1996 15:21:06 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: your mail


  • Outside in the Desert...*
  • Inferno, his wings blazing, and Dante, his breaths spewing out in

torrents of flame, follow the "Blind Spots" left by magics intended to block Phoenecian magical sight... Their trail ends abruptly....*

"Dante, Isn't there supposed tp be a Pyramid here?"

  • Dante scans around, his frustration evident in the increasing fire of his

breaths...*

"According to Simon's information, Inferno, Sun`Zen's pyramid does appear here, but only for part of the day.. We'll have to wait until the next morning in order to enter, And, we'll have to await Sun`Zen's permission..."

  • Meanwhile, in another area of the desert...*
  • ArrowWing and Hades continue to follow a fainter set of blind spots...

As they continue, they sense another blind area, similar in signature, but much more powerfl.. Ahead appears a small camp.... The 2 dragons drop to ground level, slithering up a dune, peeking over...*

"Hades, that's the seal of Prefect Xandur..."

  • ArrowWing nods...*

"And that Wizard, I assume, is Zantoth"

  • Scanning around, a woman appears in their vision, her form heavily

layered with Blinding magic...*

"Hades, isn't that the Woman, Dellila? The one who, according to Simon's information, tried to Assasinate BlkDragon?"

  • Hades sneers...*

"It appears so, ArrowWing, and, she is guarded by the same Blinding magic as that trail we've been following..."

  • ArrowWing looks around, taking in sensory information...*

"We'd better note this area, then report back to Simon and BlkDragon, And to Dante and Inferno..."

"After nightfall, ArrowWing, after those two are asleep.. Until then, a little Looksee will help immensely...."

  • Quietly, the 2 dragons burrow into the hot sands, their orange eyes

barely peeking from the sand....*

SImnFenix


Date: Mon, 22 Jul 1996 12:29:40 -0700 (PDT) From: Slurpee God <[email protected]> Subject: Voting List Corrections


I noticed today that i tragically left out a couple of the last minute nominations... =/ in my sleep deprivated hurry i forgot to flip a page to look on the back of my notes...so....even though ive gathered only a few peoples different votes, please resend any that you may have placed due to the fact that several more names have been added...i appologize for the mistake... and hurry up too dammit =) im getting impatient, so send in all the votes already ok?

StEvE


1) Best Thief a. Cross b. Quickning c. Siel d. Valen e. Elli

2) Best Priest or Cleric a. Aystan b. Kylus c. Skylar

3) Best Mage or Magic-User a. Blckthorn b. Daedil c. Kaejo d. MoonDiver e. Raist f. TheRaven g. Stormcrst h. Honer i. Loendal j. Rue

4) Best Vampire or Undead b. DVampyre c. Erica d. Falcyne e. Hawkens f. Lovan g. Reneau h. Ronny i. Stalker j. Crysalin k. Tighara

5) Best Were-Creature or Similar a. Brenlyn b. Deth c. Fazuul d. Mokole e. Tigrah f. Wolfeyes g. Tarma

6) Best Warrior/Fighter a. DeathStkr b. Lysira c. Loendal d. Reneau e. WharGhoul

7) Most Creative PC Design Concept a. Flashback b. Kardd c. Morkeleb d. Rhiannonn e. Scarecrow f. Static

8) Best Plotline or Drawn-out Storyline a. Asyr/Arangothian War b. Stalker's Email Storyline c. The Rue/Silvan Switch d. Stef and Darren's Story on the list e. Isea's Plot that got really confusing <g> f. the "Trivia kills everyone" story

9) Most Evil Pc a. Llestran b. Ronny c. Jihaxus d. Hellion e. Rhiannonn f. Isea g. Scarecrow h. Jahruna i. Reneau j. Sun`Zen

10) Best Overall Roleplayer a. AngelSin b. Stef -- Rhiannonn, Laeral, Tir`Aimee c. Lysira d. Dave--Stalker, DVampyre e. Julie--Calsey, Siel, ElfChild f. Jimmie--TheRaven, Spectre g. StevE--Hellion, Reneau, Daedil h. Sylvia--Crysalin, petal, Menolly i. Kirsy--Rue, Isea, Aylaisha (sp?)


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Date: Mon, 22 Jul 1996 12:51:15 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Voting List Corrections


My votes:


1) Best Thief

>b. Quickning

>2) Best Priest or Cleric >b. Kylus

>3) Best Mage or Magic-User (don't know to hard to decide) > >4) Best Vampire or Undead >b. DVampyre

> >5) Best Were-Creature or Similar TIE >a. Brenlyn >b. Deth >c. Fazuul >d. Mokole >e. Tigrah >f. Wolfeyes >g. Tarma

>6) Best Warrior/Fighter >b. Lysira

>7) Most Creative PC Design Concept

>b. Kardd


>8) Best Plotline or Drawn-out Storyline >a. Asyr/Arangothian War >:)

>9) Most Evil Pc Steve...oh you said PC?


>10) Best Overall Roleplayer >a. AngelSin yeah MEEEEEEE MUHUHAHAHHA!! oh wait..crap I've been missing for 3 weeks so i really havn't been roleplaying...hmmm sigh oh well :(

This was almost to tuff to vote on.. I think all nominees and others not nominated do a great job and bring all kinds of different wonderful stories to the Inn.. btw thanks to whoever nominated myself.. I'm flattered :)

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Date: Mon, 22 Jul 1996 15:55:33 -0400 (EDT) From: Slurpee God <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Here are the choices to vote for!!!


well...this is a trial run...im thinking of doing it based on monthly achievements, so maybe next time ill put that as a selection <g>

Stephen


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Date: Mon, 22 Jul 1996 12:56:06 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Here are the choices to vote for!!!


Oops

I forgot you said to send the votes to You Steve and sent it to the list...sowwy :/

Just cancel my votes anyway..I shouldn't be allowed to vote on account of um..well I can't make up my mind ...yeah...ok..bye

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Date: Mon, 22 Jul 1996 13:16:55 -0700 (PDT) From: Slurpee God <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Voting List Corrections


....pssst.....angel.....you did the *one* thing i hoped *noone* would do...you sent your votes to the list >=/ but, now that its done and over, ill use this as an example =) NOONE send anything about this to the list...all votes and selections, including remarks are to be sent to me...too many people are our friends to choose favorites in a way that might hurt someones feelings....

 And now that i have angel into it, what do you think of my ideer Queenie?

StEvE


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Date: Mon, 22 Jul 1996 21:37:25 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: Exploration....


Angel and Narisa find themselves in a large room. Their eyes wide in awe

of the magnificent energy displaying fabulous light shows..They find themselves at the outer edge of the large room and before them a small door. Angel pushes it lightly and it gives. Dust floats off the opening as this door probably hasn't been opened in a long time.

<w>"Where do ye think it leads?" whispers Narisa

Angel turns around:: <w>"We are about to find out"
They enter a smaller room. The air still as fresh as in the rest of the

pyramid and the light dancing off the walls:: "It seems to be a bed chamber of sorts"

They walk in Narisa stepping on Angel's heels:: "Godz Narsia there's

nothing here to harm ye give me some room!" Angel snaps

Narisa frowns:: <w>I"m sorry, tis not every day I go trapsing around a

spooky pyramid!"

Angel chuckles:: "Well, Ye are the one that wanted adventure"
Narisa wrinkles her nose at her sister's comment:: "I didn't think

adventure meant poking around in someone's grave"

"Nay..this is not a tomb luv'.. this is not yer average pyramid.. Tis something meant for much more than death and the afterlife"

They separate in the small room and look around::

"Angel!" Narisa squeels

Angel instinctivly reaches at her side for her sword once again realizing

it isn't there:: "What is it!?" she rushes over to Narisa who has opened a gold chest

Narisa pulls out several finely made silk dresses and veils:: "Clothes!

and they look as if they were just stiched!"

Angel's eyes widen :: "Aye that they do! Come, I'm sure the owners ::looks

up and around her:: of this pyramid wouldn't mind if we borrowed them for awhile. Let's go back to that waterfall and bathe...which godz we desperatly need!"

Narisa nods and they take the dresses and veils with them and head out of

the bed chamber making thier way to the large waterfall and pool.


Moments later they are unclothed and bathing in the cyrstal clear water::

"I don't know what it is about this place Narisa..but after all we have been thru in the last few weeks..I feel none the worse for wear"

Aye! ::Narisa smiles. dunking her head under the water then coming back up:: "I feel like I've slept for weeks!"

They continue to bath and Angel gets a shiver.. she turns around slowly,

lowering herself into the water looking around. She thinks "We aren't alone"

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Date: Mon, 22 Jul 1996 21:47:26 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: The Pyramid of the Rose, A New Start?


((Sun's posting))


>Rating: G >Storyline: Open(as far as Granis is concerned....currently Angelsin/Narisa >still closed: Email Angelsin directly if u want to be invovled) >Story Note:(Granis Storyline: Remember RPng, not GOD PC involvement is >enjoyable, for all) > >:::::As the Sun rose slowly across the Desert, the Pyramid of the Rose, >began to hum slightly..::: > > Deep within the levels of the Pyramid, there sitting in a non-descripe >chair is Granis, a newborn to the fold of the Tattooed Warriors...a gift and >training given by what some may call mysterious, but others just call a cold >calculating evil being, known mostly as Sun`zen, or as some call him Sun. > > Sun ponders over the recent actions that have taken place in Arangoth, as >well as in Asyri...but since neither are his present concerns, he pays them >little attention...he turns to Granis. "Alright, Granis, you win....I will >use the Pyramid to transport you back to Atlantis, within safe distance of >the Sunaj Training Halls...also i will give you a tailsman, this tailsman, >is a one-shot deal...It will open a Portal back to this very room once >activated, the Portal will remain open till you cross its threshold, >Understand?" Granis nods, as a smile crosses his lips. "Good then, I wish >you luck in finding Myn, fore if they still have her, she is somewhere >inside the Sunaj home." Granis, accepts the tailsman, and tucks it within >the folds of the Sunaj Armor that he wears, then firmly places the Deamon >Helm that goes with the outfit onto his head...as its mystical powers, >grants him full facial expression and speech...<something Sun did, not >normal>. "Sun, I will promise you this, I will find Myn, and restore my >honor to the Ruatha family, This I will do!!!" Sun, merely notices his >words...as the memory that still haunts him lingers on...the memory that he >is still responsible for all of this.... > > Sun turns his memory and attention towards the Pyramid, as he mental >communicates with it, a Portal, not a Rift, opens allowing Granis to arrive >at his destination safely...Sun knows that any Rift can be opened and almost >always detected on Atlantis...but Portals, well thats another matter >totally. "The Portal is secure, you may proceed, Granis...take care, my >friend!" Granis bows slightly, then dashes into the Portal...as it closes >directly behind him. > > Sun smiles, and whispers softly...<w> "I wish you well".....and then >turns back to the his guests as it were that are within the Pyramid...he >gestures and a wall shifts and ripples, granting him the vision of where his >guests reside....he grins as many thoughts cross his mind.....then shakes >them off. "Now i can restore my name within Arangoth...till i no longer need >the use of Arangoth's respect...hmmm, i wonder...how can I use Simon to >fullfill my needs more easily...so many Opportunities...so little time to >decide...." > > Sun gestures away the vision, and proceeds to go meet with his >vistors....telling the Pyramid mentally, to shield the place completely from >all, till he figures what to do next....a voice speaks..."What of the >Dragons other than mine...what of them???" Sun stops in his tracks...and >ponders this...then a smile comes to his lips, "Pyramid, have you gathered >the full auras of our vistors?" ....a few moments pass...."Yes...i have >their clones ready...why?" "Transport them, every now and then to different >areas of the Desert, till i can figure out what to do, with the real >ones....that should keep SimnPhenix and his Dragons rather busy for a time", >as Sun laughs slightly at his own words...."As you command, Protector...fore >it has been done!" > > Sun leaves the inner chambers, and proceeds to watch his two lovely >guests...as he blocks his mind fully thru the use of the Pyramid's >abilities, and hides the Pyramid fully from all detections/locations, till >he is ready..... > >*************************** >-Sun`zen(aka. Jul`Kair, aka.Sun`Dragn, aka. Sunaj) >Champion of BattleFest '96 >....Long Live the BlkDragon*Inn in all its Glory. >-starcry(aka. Stefhan, the mun) > > >

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Date: Mon, 22 Jul 1996 15:54:04 -0700 From: [email protected] (...) Subject: Letter of Warning


My Fellow Arangothians,

I realize that I have away for a great duration of time, and that my presence in the court as well as the inn have been noticeable. However, in this letter, I am prepared to explain the events that have transpired over the past few months and in these events unfolds a tale that could bring Arangoth to its knees.

As most of you who know me to some extent, I am not of Arangoth. I am from a distant world known in my native tongue as "Dar Shadamon" which loosely translated means, "The Hiding." My people are a very powerful race that could be feared though we have kept to ourselves over the centuries not wishing to be in contact with other races. However, my initial presence unto this world was caused by invaders whom I still know not much about.

They came through this sort of vortex that looked like some sort 

of....rip through the fabric of space and time. They were a great power, one that rivaled my own people's. We fought bravely killing much of their invasion fleets, but they had numerous reinforcements. They would keep coming. They ravaged our lands destroyed our people, and killed my family. With me born of noble blood and my family destroyed, I took command of much of my people's forces. One day, I was doing battle with what seemed like one of the invading forces leaders though I could not say for certain. I had him to the ground and prepared to take my sword and deliver the final blow when the enemy mouthed some outlandish incantation that I could not understand and then I saw another of those rips, I then felt a pulling sensation and felt myself being pulled towards the rift, all of my powers could not prevent me from being pulled in. The next thing I knew, I lay beside the Darian River a couple of miles from the Black Dragon Inn. That occured a little more than seven months ago. Since then, I have made many friends, adopted a wonderful little girl and even earned a place in the Arangoth Royal Court as a Baron. My stay in this world certainly was not a bad one, but the nagging feeling of what I left behind had haunted me the whole journey and never left. It was a few months ago, that I decided to do something about it and this is what explains my actions and absence for the past months.

My greatest power would be in my magic skills. I have a power that records visions if they are felt strongly enough and my landing in Arangoth deemed worthy of that power to come into effect. For weeks I spent alone in my castle trying to make sense of the vision, recalling all my knowledge but always coming up with nothing, until one day. I remember reading a book discussing quantum theories and it stated that there are an infinite number of worlds. All different and parallel to one another. It also recounted an experience of one powerful magician who supposedly made this theory work. The book explained exactly what the magician had done and I decided to try it. It took all my powers to accomplish what I did but once I was finished, I had created a rip of my own. Curious to see what lay beyond, I stepped through. When I came out on the other side, I was back on my homeworld, only it wasn't. The lands were aflame, the air smelt a foul stench of dead flesh and there were invaders all around me. Exhausted and in awe I passed out.

When I came to, I was in dank cell with one man, and invader.  By now, 

they had picked up on our language and he interrogated me for hours asking me what I knew and how I got here. I was still weak and was too tired to try to think around him so I told him all I knew. Then I heard this strange humming in my head, and then my mind flashed all these visions. Some were of this world. From what I could comprehend it seemed as though the man was scanning my mind. After that was done with. I heard him laugh a sinister laugh and say "So, this is where you've been 'ey? Interesting...." then I heard the incantation of the vortex and it opened up. As I passed through I heard his voice trailing off saying, "Warn them, we do not fear. They will be next." Then I was back here.

I came back last night and immediately fell asleep. This morning I came to the inn for a bit but now I finally can warn you. I fear these invaders might be heading for Arangoth, and if this is true, we are in grave danger for their powers are great and if we do not act efficiently, Arangoth will suffer the same fate as my homeworld. The time to act is now. As I have now returned and rested, I extend my full services to you and this land and will do whatever I can to help.

Respectfully,

Baron QuickSilver the 2nd Royal Baron of Arangoth Protector of the Darian Realm

Date: Mon, 22 Jul 1996 17:34:12 -0700 (PDT) From: Syl <[email protected]> Subject: testing


this short note is to see if I am getting through to the mailing list...please email me at [email protected] with a response...thank you

~Syl~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.


Date: Tue, 23 Jul 1996 12:22:22 +0800 From: Bun-G Esq <[email protected]>

Hey Look!! I want yopu to take my name off this list...please. I have

already mailed about it once. I understand that its just a list, but that doesn't mean that all the other ppl couldn't mail me and tell me what i have to do. or get in contact with the owner and tell him , I hope you can at lwast try

Thanks


Date: Tue, 23 Jul 1996 06:35:03 -0700 From: Quickning <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Bards


While I myself aint looking to become a bard. I think you should talk to Cross, she a fair singer she.... and... it would to be a good... er.. Opportunity for her. ((If anyone has seen Quick and Cross together in the inn you know what i mean)) Plus she allready. 'Sides she's the of the DRL's. So if you get a chance talk to Cross.

-- From the Stolen Pen and Twisted Mind of, Storm Quicking,

     Guild Vice Commander of

@}--}--The DarkRose Legion--{--{@

Date: Tue, 23 Jul 1996 09:55:32 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Pyramid


((Suns Post))


>Rating: G >Storyline: Closed> contact Angelsin if you desire to be allowed in > > As Sun watched, from deep in the bowels of the Pyramid, Angelsin and >Narisa bathe, a small smile came to his lip and as well as to his >mind....then the Pyramid alerted him to the presence of two of Simon's >little bugs which had just arrived out on the sands...Sun checks the time, >noting the Pyramid isnt to reappear for several more hours...he speaks to >the Pyramid, "Release those clones out into the desert, and make sure that >they are hard to locate...we cant make it easy for them...not till i figure >this out!", the Pyramid, speaks calmly to him, "Fore it will be done....and >what of the two females??" "Give them what they need to live, but to ensure >the sanctity of this place, arm the traps within as well as outside too," >"As you command..but they havent been fully correct...they may not work, >Protector." Sun face took on a simple grin...."At least it will provide >some excitement." > >  ::::Throughout the Pyramid, Narisa and Angel could easily hear rumblings:::: > >******** > > Sun watched as the clones of Angel and Narisa were transported out into >the bowels of the desert, far from his Pyramid....he slowly watched them >disappear into a Sand Storm that came across the lands...the clones taking >shelter in some rocks from the blinding sands.... > > Sun also watched as the Dragons of Simn's moved from different areas, >somehow sensing the clones.... > > Sun then spoke mentally with the two outside his Pyramid::: > > ~* Greetings...welcome to the Desert....I know why you came, and I have >called off the Dragons of the Pyramid, they will allow you to search the >Desert, but the Pyramid will not allow you within its domain....as far as >the two individuals you spotted nearing the Pyramid, they are just some >simple Desert dwellers that I do business with from time to time....Enjoy >the Desert, I am sure you will locate those that you seek, Good Luck *~ >:::and with that Sun ends the mental message, and checks over the Pyramid >once more to ensure that none can penetrate the shieldings.... > >************** > > Later that day...a messanger arrives at Castle~Black with a small box, he >pestitions the guards on the wall to allow him entry. Gaurd, "Hold your >spot stranger...what is the business you have here?" "I am a simple minion >of my lord, he wishes that I bring your King Blkdragon...and as well as >another known as Spectre- a message of great importance." The guard >shuffles his feet, and speaks with the captain of the sentry...then finally, >the gates are opened to the stranger....he enters..as his feet seemingly >never touch the ground..as if he floats over it slowly, a hood and robe >hiding all his features from any onlookers. He moves slowly with the guards >to a waiting room. "You will have to wait here, Messanger, while the King is >made aware of your presence to see him...and we will try to locate this >Spectre- person as well." The stranger merely nods to the guard, as he sits >down slowly onto a small bench in the corner of the waiting room....then as >the last of the guards leaves....it turns to the shadows...and speaks >slowly..."Inform Master Sun`zen, i have arrived...and his plan is proceeding >as planned".....the shadows ripple slightly, and then return to their normal >composure. > >*************** > > Sun continues to watch as Angel and Narisa finishes their bathing and >dressing...and they move slowly to one of the inner rooms...he senses their >need for sleep...as he gestures, filtering pollen from the Roses into those >areas where the two are...slowly Angel and Narisa begin to feel >sleepy...real sleepy.... > >*************** >

>-Sun`zen(aka. Jul`Kair, aka.Sun`Dragn, aka. Sunaj) >Champion of BattleFest '96 >....Long Live the BlkDragon*Inn in all its Glory. >-starcry(aka. Stefhan, the mun) > > > > 12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)~~ Her Royal Majesty | AngelSin | Queen of Arangoth | @---}---}--------- |


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Date: Tue, 23 Jul 1996 21:15:34 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: The Search continues...


((Simon's Post))


  • ArrowWing and Hades continue to scan the Asyri war camp, their thoughts

the same as Simon's, a bloodthirsty desire to rip Zantoth and Dellila to shreds, yet holding back since Reinforcements are either unavailable, or uncooperative....*

"This is nuts, Hades.... The perfect opportunity to tear that little witch apart, yet if we do, we'll have Umpteen million Asyri on our arses..."

"ArrowWing, Didn't that Sun`Zen person say the 2 who entered the castle were desert dwellers?"

  • ArrowWing grumbles deeply..*

"After all he has pulled and continues to pull, you want to believe him, Hades? I myself am starting to doubt the story he gave Titanus... The trail leads from here to the Pyramid, and Dellila clearly appears at a loss..."

"Not to mention, ArrowWing, the trail matches her magic Signature.."

  • back at the Pyramid...*
  • Inferno relays Sun`Zen's message to Simon...*

"Your instructions, Lord Simon?"

"Hold your position, Inferno....."

  • Simon sits up abruptly in the throne, as AngelSon again appears in his

senses, this time, not a clone...*

"Dante, meet me at the Following location..."

  • Dante and Simon hover just outside the fringes of the Sandstorm....*

"Are you sure, Simon?"

"After the information Blk gave me, it is probable... Highly probable..."

  • Simon ponders why AngelSin and Blk never told him abiout the second

Ressurection earlier?*

"We'll go in after the storm abates... It's too dangerous oherwise, for them..."

"In the meantime, There's a little hell to pay..... Hades, ArrowWing!"

  • Near the asyri camp, hades and ArrowWing detect Sinon's call...*

"yes, Simon?"

  • Simon grimaces as he sends his simple instruction to the 2 dragons...*

"After nightfall, Give the Asyri a message from me, then join Inferno at the Pyramid..."

  • Hades and ArrowWing chuckle at the new ordders, eagerly awaiting

nightfall...*

SimnFenix



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Date: Tue, 23 Jul 1996 14:50:56 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Sleep...and the dreams that follow.....


((Closed story please email me directly at [email protected] if you would like to add to it))

PG-13

Angel and Narisa finish bathing and dress in the silk dresses and veils::

"Hmm.. how do I look?" Angel chuckles

Narisa buttons her top:: "Well, tis nay our kind of dress but I do think

it's quite becoming sister"

Angel Yawns:: "I'm exhausted...let's go back to that bed chamber and get

some sleep...something we have missed much of since this nightmare has started"

Narisa nods and they make thier way to the bed chamber. Oddly, the chamber

no longer is covered in dust:: "hmm..strange" Angel looks around

"What is it Alysia?" Narisa peaks around her

Angel suddenly hardly able to keep her eyes open shakes her head and

crawls onto the large bed:: "Nothing..let's get some sleep"

Narisa's eyes grow heavy and she nods climbing onto the bed::
They are both asleep before thier heads hit the pillow::


      • ENTER...THE DREAM SCENE****

((ANGEL))

Angel opens her eyes and stares up at the endless cieling, the light

almost hurting her eyes. she turns to see Narisa isn't next to her. ~Narisa?~ she calls. Her voice echo's back to her and gives her an erie feeling. She rises quickly from the bed and walks out of the room. As she steps out of the room she is suddenly in a dark temple..not the room she remembered adjoining the bed chamber. The light from the two only candle create strange shadow's on the wall. Kneeling before a strange idol is Narisa. ~what are ye doing here Narisa?~ she asks.

Narisa turns slowly.. Angel's eyes widen as she sees it isn't Narisa but

Dellila laughing at her..she looks up at the idol and Narisa lays upon it...her hand limp and hanging off the side..blood trickles down her hand and drips off her fingers. ~NARISA!!!!!!!!!~ Angel runs towards the altar and a trap below her opens...She falls what seems forever then lands into a pile of something. She moans and looks around but it's to dark to see anything. She hears something and spins around ***M'luv..tis good to have you home*** ~"BLK?!" She tries to rise from the pile and reaches the place where her husband's voice is coming from. She stops at some bars and peeks thru the slots...on the other side she sees Blk in their chambers at Castle Black..and he's with HER? she watches the scene between her husband and herself. **I missed ye luv'** Blk says **And I you ** says the Angel she is watching. Suddenly the Angel with Blk turns into Dellila and turns to look at Angel behind the bars. Angel screams ~NO BLK!! LOOK OUT!! THAT'S NOT ME!!!!!!~ Dellila having Blk in her arms reaches behind her and pulls a knife out aiming for Blk's back. ~NOOOOOOOOOOO BLK!! NO!!! WATCH OUT~~ Angel pulls on the bars as hard as she can with no evail..she reaches below her grabbing a hard long object hoping to throw at Dellila. Suddenly the room which she is in has light..she looks in her hand to see a human arm bone. She screams and drops it looking around where she stands knee deep in human skeletons.

She awakes with a start. Sweat dripping down her forhead she looks around

the room...seeing Narisa sleeping next to her. She lets out a heavy sigh "Godz I've GOT to get home"

((Narisa))

She sits in a large field of wildflowers. The sun up high, the birds

singing..a butterfly lands on her arm. She smiles down at the butterfly and lifts her arm to let it take flight. It takes off and she watches it's direction, suddenly focusing on someone approaching her. She cups her hand and puts it over her forhead blocking the sun and trying to see who it is, but there is no one there: "hello princess"

She spins around to the voice. Her eyes widen as she sees Spectre sitting

next to her. She bows her head away from him: "Do ye come to haunt me again?"

Spectre whispers into her ear:: "I come to warn ye luv'.. your not safe in

this little pyramid...your not safe until she is dead"

Narisa looks up:: "Until who is de..." She looks around but he's gone..

Tears start to sting her eyes: "Spectre?!?! Until WHO is dead?!"

"until *I* am dead!!" Dellila's voice comes from behind followed by a cackle.

Narisa spins around and gasps..she gets up and runs as fast as she can,

Dellila right behind her no matter how fast she runs.

~Narisa?! Narisa?!~ ::narisa see's Angel standing in the meadow and runs towards her::

~Narisa wake up!!~

Narisa opens her eyes seeing Angel sitting up next to her and shaking her

slightly:: "Ye were havin a nightmare luv. Seem's contagious"

Narisa sits up
: "How long have I been asleep?"
Angel sighs :: "I don't know..I just woke up myself..and this place never

seems to get dark so I have no idea" She stretches and steps off the bed. Suddenly she feels again as if they are being watched and turns toward the door: "Hello?" she walks towards the slightly opened door "Who's there?"



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Date: Tue, 23 Jul 1996 16:53:28 -0500 From: Leonard Foley <[email protected]> Subject: Bards


Here ye, Here ye,

To all who know me, i'm Fitz, one of the royal bards of Arangoth. I've currently become married and am in need of an apperentice. If ye feel like ye would like the job, please post a letter here or talk to me, Crimson, Tamsin, or Pendrake. I would ask that ye have atleast a little experence in music or poetry. I thank ye all in advance to all who will inquire to the job.

Fitz duMar, Royal Bard of Arangoth Royal Flirt and othe fun stuff

"Ye missed a spot on the toilet dear"


Date: Tue, 23 Jul 1996 19:15:13 -0400 (EDT) From: Slurpee God <[email protected]> Subject: LAST CALL!


anyone who hasnt sent in their votes need to do so...at midnight tonight, the polls are closed and i tally up the votes to post the winners and runners up... so hurry cause im getting impatient and tired of tallying votes <g>

StevE


o/~ Can you imagine for a second doing anything you ever wanted to? Well thats just what i do, so hooray for me, and fluff you! o/~


Date: Tue, 23 Jul 1996 20:19:02 -0500 From: [email protected] (Dee and Rich) Subject: Bards


>To: Multiple recipients of list blackdragon <[email protected]> >Sender: [email protected] >Reply-To: BlackDragon <[email protected]> >Date: Tue, 23 Jul 1996 16:53:28 -0500 >X-Sender: [email protected] >From: Leonard Foley <[email protected]> >Subject: Bards > > > >Here ye, Here ye, > >To all who know me, i'm Fitz, one of the royal bards of Arangoth. I've >currently become married and am in need of an apperentice. If ye feel like >ye would like the job, please post a letter here or talk to me, Crimson, >Tamsin, or Pendrake. >I would ask that ye have atleast a little experence in music or poetry. I >thank ye all in advance to all who will inquire to the job. > >Fitz duMar, Royal Bard of Arangoth >Royal Flirt and othe fun stuff > >"Ye missed a spot on the toilet dear" > >


Date: Tue, 23 Jul 1996 18:37:45 -0700 From: Adam <[email protected]> Subject: Blk's e-mail


Could someone send me Blk's e-mail address privatly, so-to-speak, as-in not posted on the list? Thanks -Adam -- One day more! Another day, another destiny. This never-ending road to calvary These men who seem to know my crime Will surely come a second time. One day more!

Date: Tue, 23 Jul 1996 23:30:49 -0400 From: Ash <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Voting List Corrections



>1) Best Thief

>c. Siel

> >2) Best Priest or Cleric

>b. Kylus

> >3) Best Mage or Magic-User

>e. Raist

>4) Best Vampire or Undead

>i. Stalker

> >5) Best Were-Creature or Similar

>b. Deth

>6) Best Warrior/Fighter

>d. Reneau

>7) Most Creative PC Design Concept

>e. Scarecrow

> >8) Best Plotline or Drawn-out Storyline

>d. Stef and Darren's Story on the list

>9) Most Evil Pc

>d. Hellion

> >10) Best Overall Roleplayer

>c. Lysira

> > >o/~ Can you imagine >for a second >doing anything >you ever wanted to? >Well thats just what i do, >so hooray for me, >and fluff you! o/~ > > > ~* Ashley *~

"Perhaps this is a situation where excessive honesty can be detrimental." -- Data, Star Trek: The Next Generation


Date: Tue, 23 Jul 1996 23:34:51 -0400 From: Ash <[email protected]> Subject: >=(


Awww fuq i just sent in my votes to the mailing list.. :( ! Damn .. wasn't thinking.. :/ did just like angel.. :( oh well guess you all know who i voted for :/ guess you can disqualify me too steve :( sorry folks..

~* Ashley *~

"Perhaps this is a situation where excessive honesty can be detrimental." -- Data, Star Trek: The Next Generation


Date: Tue, 23 Jul 1996 21:36:55 -0600 (MDT) From: Stef <[email protected]> Subject: Escape Cc: [email protected]


(another part from the hand of Quickning..)


Quickning hurried off, still carrying the unconscious body of the guard to a small clearing of the forest. She slowed down as she entered the clearing. Seeing no one in the clearing she smirked to herself. She contiuned for a few more steps then stopped laying the guard on theground. Quickning bent to catch the gaurd's head, to protect him from further injury, and rested it on the ground. As she started to raise she felt a fist grab her hair, and a sharp point against her neck.

    "Reveal thy name," a hoarse voice hissed into her ear. Quickning rolled

her eyes, and sighed.

    "Cute Ced, coming from down wind like that," Quickning said smoothly,

"You need to do something about that dragon breath though." With that she was released. Quickning straightend, and turned round to look her assailant. She gave a smug half smile her to the Commander of the Dark Rose Legion, Cedric Knight. He smiled knowingly and gave a signal. Two other figures stood on the edge of the clearing. Quickning nodded in greeting to her fellow legionares. Cross, the nimble and lightfingered elf steeped on to the clearing. Cross was probably the best thief in all of Arangoth. After Quick of course, far after. She smiled to Quick and glanced behind her. Following her was Rand al`Thor the magic user and warrior. His face was serious. He wasn't in the mood for horseplay. He gave Quick a curt nod.

    "All is ready, correct Quickning?" Ced asked as the two walked toward

them. Quicknodded. "Defenses?"

    "Eight Guards patrol the grounds." Quickning reported, "There are 

also several more inside and one is always near Rhiannonn."

    Ced looked thoughtfull for a momment, "And Magical defences?"
    "Uh... magical.... I-I don't know," Qucik stammered.
     Ced frowned at Quick for a moment then his expresion softened. "A 

mistake you won't make again, will you, Vice Commander?"

    "Yes sir... uh no sir." Quick looked slightly embarassed. Cross giggled

softly from behind her hand as Quick shot her a fearsome grimace. Then Cross suddenly noticed a small bird flying off or a particulaly intresting cloud or something. Rand cleared his throat.

    "Who's this?" he asked indicating the still guard.
    "He's how you and I will get into the keep, Rand," Quick replied, glad

for change of subject, "I call him Al".

    "His name is Thair," Cedric said curtly.
       "Anyhow," Quick continued, "He's about your build. The uniform should 

fit and with a little disguise magic from Cedric, you and I will walk right throught the front gate."

       Quick handed Rand a length of very frayed rope. "Take his clothes

and tie him up with this. A little struggling and he will get free." Rand nodded and dragged the guard into the forest. Cedric smirked at Quick softheartedness.

    "I will teleport Cross and myself to your firedrake Mave's location.

When I get the signal I will teleport Rand to our location. You should be able to get out on you own."

    "This is gunna be great." Cross said enthusiasticaly 
    "No foolishness." Cedric said, "That goes for both you and Quick."

Quick and Cross traded glances, then both rolled thier eyes. "I mean it! I won't do it either."

    "Of course Sir, no foolishness" Cross said almost seriously. Quick

grinned bearly keeping from laughing. Just Then Rand returned dressed in the uniform of the Verdant Keep guardsman.

    "It a pretty good fit," Rand stated, "But the boots are a little

tight." Ced's eyes unfocused a bit as he mumbled a few words. An aura surrounded Rand and Quick, then faded. Cross's eyes grew wide as she looked not upon the faces of Rand and Quick, but the face of the gaurd Thair and an elven woman. Cedric just smiled satified. They made readied themselves, and left for the keep.

                   *         *         *
    
    Soon the false Thair came to the gate of the keep. He was struggling to

keep hold of a wild-looking elf woman. She broke loose for an instant but he tackled her to the ground.

    "Why didn't you tell me you were gunna do that?" He whispered to the 

elf.

    "Call to the guard for some help." she hissed back. Rand nodded quickly.
    "Ho There! I have a spy!" Rand called as the elf kicked and spat. "I

could use a hand!"

       Soon two guards came out of the gate, one holding  shackles.
    "Hail Thair!" one called back, "Can't keep the little thing under 

control eh!" Quickning slackend her struggling just enough to allow the guards to bind her, then stopped completly whenone of the guard threatened to knock her out with his sword hilt. She needed to have her wits about her for this job. They marched here into the keep and into a small room for questioning.

    All the while Cedric and Cross had been watching. When they saw that 

Rand and Quick had entered, they made their move. Cedric mentally contacted Mave who was already with Rhiannonn and teleported to the inside of the wall and made their way from the garden to the tower room in which Rhiannonn was being held. Cross used a few well-aimed poison tipped darts to take out a few guards and Cedric used his fists to take out a few more. They both managed to get to the short hallway which Rhiannonn's room was on without raising alarm. They stopped for a bit...waiting.

        Meanwhile Quick was being held in a small room while Rand fed the 

fabricated story.

       "When you left to check out the first noise, I heard another. I went to 

find out what it was and I found that she-devil. She spotted me and ran. Took me along time to catch her and still longer to drag her back here. She's a feisty one, that I can tell you." Quickning was very impressed with al`Thor's lying ablity. None of the guards were paying her any attention. She worked her wrists free of the shackles then nodded slightly to catch Rand's attention. Rand gave her a quick glance.

       She stood up suddenly, bowling over many of the lax gaurd and bolted

for the door. Rand was on her tail quick as a flash shouting "Stop her!" Quickning gave Mave a mental signal, which he in turn relayed to Cedric. As the pair rounded the corner, the magical disguises dropped as Ced teleported Rand to his location. Then Cedric cast a new spell of an illusion of the elven woman running through the gate into the forest. Ced kept up the illusion just long enough to indicate she was obviously heading west.

    Quickning grinned as she heard the guard shouting "Get her! She is

heading for the forest" and "She's going to get away!" She looked out of a nearby window to see most of the guard pouring out of the keep spreading out to search the woods. Any guards left would easily be taken care of in the confusion. In the meantime, she found her way to the treasury, finding a larger chest and a two smaller ones. The large chest was filled with gold...the guards' wages no doubt. She opened one of the smaller chests and her eyes widened with awe. Platinum! Quickening stuffed the chests into the everpresent bag that was at her side. She started for the door, but a twinkle caught her eye..a small pendant. She stuffed the pendant into her pocket and left.

    As she glanced around the corner, she saw a small force of 15 gaurd 

racing up a stairwell. She cursed silently. They were on their way to secure Rhiannonn no doubt. Quick sent a telepatic message to Mave. She grimaced as she blinked to his location.

    Cross and Cedric were sitting crouched in ajacent hallway, when Rand

appeared in midstride. He nearly bowled over the twosome as he blundered into the hallway, stomping loudly as he tried to come to a stop. The solider who sat as Rhiannonn's guard before her door immediatly stood up and his hand dropped to his sword, charging Rand. Seeing the solider coming, Rand stopped tryng to slow himself down, recongnizing his momentum was now to his advantage. Charging as he held out his arm to the side, Rand connected with the guard's neck with awesome force, enough to spin the guard in mid-air landing him on his face, out cold. Rand stopped just short of crashing into the opposite wall.

    "Well done, Rand!" Cross said, clapping her hands.
    "Aye, couldn't have done it better if I planned it," Cedric said.
    Rand blinked. "You didn't plan that?" Ced just shook his head and 

smiled at Rand. Then he walked over to Rhiannonn's door. As he ran his hands over the door, the smell of burning word filled the air. Ced stepped back admiring his work. A perfect black rose had been burned on into the door. Just then Quickning appeard.

    "Ced! Guards on their way up!" Quickning gasped. Ced nodded to Quick

and knocked on the door.

    "Lady Rhiannonn, your rescuers are here." Ced said smoothly. The door

slowly creaked open as Mave flew out, landing on Quick's Shoulder.


Date: Tue, 23 Jul 1996 22:10:31 -0600 (MDT) From: Stef <[email protected]> Subject: Escape 2 Cc: [email protected]

       Rhiannonn breathed in deeply closing her eyes...her first breath of

freedom.

       When she had heard earlier commotion down below in the courtyard and

grounds beyond, Rhiannonn was barely aware of what was happening..and didn't care. Her mind was still numb from OneStab's words...he was leaving this place, this land..

       ~I know not when I shall return Rhiannonn...he stated with

indifference, his sapphire blue eyes apparently lost in their own vision.

       ~You mean I am to be locked her indefinitely?!..she had gasped,

feeling the careful shapings of her plan slip through her fingers like water..

       Rhiannonn closed her eyes tightly, shutting out the deep betrayal

she felt yet once again at the hands of a Warden.

       "Damn him...and this child which burdens my freedom", she hissed to

the empty room.

       Then her wishes were miraculously answered as she slipped out of the

inner sanctum of her own dark thoughts as new commotion burst through to her ears, echoing in the hall outside of her door. Suddenly, as if in a dream, the firedrake which had revealed itself to her earlier slowly materialized and flew towards the doorway...and as if upon signal, the door slowly creaked open with the drake floating out on leathery wings. A tall man suddenly appeared through the door and stretched out his hand to her, his eyes sincere as he breathed heavily from the exertions of his scuffle with the guard.

       "Milady..", he commanded in a rumbling voice, "if you wish your

freedom..you must come with me NOW!" 12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)

Through narrow escape and the cunning skill of her rescuers against remaining attempts from guards who futilely tried to thwart them in the mass confusion, Rhiannonn now found herself outdoors, running as fast as she physically could with the sagging weight of the babe inside her. Ahead of her, the members of the Dark Rose Legion swiftly ran, scurrying to make it to the safety of the dark dense forests outside the keep. The who called herself Quickning darted nimbly before her until they reached a high stone wall which encircled the keep. Both Quickning and Rhiannonn began to scramble up the loose stone of the wall, followed by the shouts of yet more guards behind them. By then, Quickning was on top of the wall, her eyes snapping up and narrowing as she heard the voices nearing.

       "This way...I see them!" One male voice called out.
       

At that moment, Rhiannonn glanced over her shoulder as she struggled to scale the wall, heavily burdened by pregnancy.

       "Quickly now Rhiannonn..take my hand!" Quick thrust her hand down

for Rhiannonn to take hold of. As Rhiannonn reached up to take hold of the offered hand, the rock beneath her that precariously balanced her foot crumbled, sending her sliding down the wall a meter or two. Rhiannonn cried out in pain as her hands grasped onto the wall once more, the rough stone crassly grazing her..tearing at her clothing and scraping her skin. Quick's eyes suddenly widened, mouthing an unknown word, and she quickly dropped to the other side of the wall, disappearing.

       "NO! Bloody he-" Rhiannonn cursed through clenched teeth then a

rough hand suddenly grasped her ankle. Rhiannonn swung her head around over her shoulder and panicked...a guard had seized her with one hand, yanking down on her foot as he swiftly unsheathed his sword with the other. Screaming with the desparate fury of a cornered animal, Rhiannonn kicked at the guard's exposed jaw with her other foot as she fell to the ground. Feeling her foot soundly connect with flesh and hearing the cracking of bone, Rhiannonn paid little attention to the man's stance as he staggered backwards, his sword haphazardly flailing in mid-air as he struggled to catch his balance. Rhiannonn's body glanced off the edge of blade in mid-fall, slicing into her thigh deeply, causing her to gasp with the initial shock of pain. Crumpling to the ground, Rhiannonn rolled in agony and anger...others were approaching fast...and her ruse was up.

       Strong arms suddenly lifted her and Rhiannonn opened her

eyes...Cedric of the Dark Rose Legion was grimly hefting her up over his shoulder, handing her up to Rand and al' who were perched on top of the wall. Feeling fire sear through her thigh in painful spasms which matched her heartbeat, Rhiannonn passed out in blessed relief.

"We're all mad here..."--Cheshire Cat

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Date: Tue, 23 Jul 1996 22:39:28 -0600 From: [email protected] (OneStab) Subject: Re: The Search continues...


> > >((Simon's Post)) > > >*ArrowWing and Hades continue to scan the Asyri war camp, their thoughts >the same as Simon's, a bloodthirsty desire to rip Zantoth and Dellila to >shreds, yet holding back since Reinforcements are either unavailable, or >uncooperative....*

Uh... what asyri war camp? it was destroyed last saturday..


Date: Tue, 23 Jul 1996 22:42:52 -0600 (MDT) From: Stef <[email protected]> Subject: Re: The Search continues...


Last I heard..Zantoth ditched the Asyri to join another dark legion...??

"We're all mad here..."--Cheshire Cat

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Date: Tue, 23 Jul 1996 23:00:31 -0700 (PDT) From: Slurpee God <[email protected]> Subject: HERE ARE THE WINNERS!!!!


Alright people....here are the winners and runners up for all of the selections as YOU all voted for! im just saying that because im tired of people asking me why i didnt put them in even though i had no part in the nominations or voting =D here they are! so when you see these people, congratulate them!

Best Thief -- Quickning; Runner-up --Siel

Best Priest -- Kylus; Runner-up -- Aystan

Best Mage -- (Tie) Daedil, Rue; Runner-up Kaejo

Best Vampire or Undead -- (Tie) DVampyre, Stalker; Runner-up (Tie) Lovan, Reneau

Best Were-Creature -- Deth; Runner-up -- (Tie) Brenlyn, Mokole

Best Overall Warrior Class -- Lysira; Runner-up -- WharGhoul

Most Creative PC Concept -- Scarecrow; Runner-up -- Kardd

Best Plotline/Storyline -- Asyr War and All its Participants; Runner-up -- Stalkers Story

Most Evil PC -- Hellion; Runner-up -- Scarecrow

Best Overall Roleplayer -- Kirsy (Rue, Isea, and many others); Runner-up (Tie) Andie, Sylvia, Lysira (what the hell is her real name anyways?), Steve, and Julie

CONGRADURINATIONS TO ALL THE WINNERS, NOMINEES, AND PEOPLE WHO HAVE YET TO BE NOTICED!!!! THANKS TO ALL WHO PARTICIPATED!!!

StEvE


o/~ Can you imagine for a second doing anything you ever wanted to? Well thats just what i do, so hooray for me, and fluff you! o/~


Date: Tue, 23 Jul 1996 23:06:43 -0700 From: Adam <[email protected]> Subject: Re: >=(


Ash wrote: > > Awww fuq i just sent in my votes to the mailing list.. :( ! Damn .. wasn't > thinking.. :/ did just like angel.. :( oh well guess you all know who i > voted for :/ guess you can disqualify me too steve :( sorry folks.. > > ~* Ashley *~ > > "Perhaps this is a situation where excessive honesty can be detrimental." -- > Data, Star Trek: The Next Generation

You know, that quote goes perfect with this situation. -Adam

-- "Have you talked to God recently?" "Yes, and she's black."

"Do or do not, there is no try."

"From Chaos comes order."

"Live hard, die young, leave a good-looking corpse."

Date: Wed, 24 Jul 1996 09:21:32 -0700 (PDT) From: Syl <[email protected]> Subject: A gift from Crysalin...Punishment for Sun`zen


Rating: G (mostly) Story: open as far as I know 12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)Suzthulhu (talk) 12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)

After the quiet discussion that Crysalin just had with her old friend Whisper she sits there deep in thought. "I must speak with Kaejo...I can help him with the punishment he wishes for Sun`zen...oh Sun...why did you do this? I had not thought you so capable of evil...you managed to hide that from me very well..."

slowly a feeling of betrayal comes over Crysalin the more she thinks on the evilness of Sun`zen's action....his kidnapping of Menolly and her final death...Crysalin's eyes turn a deep red and her fangs extend...her breathing becoming harsh and animalistic as she fights the frenzy...a sheen of bloodsweat covering her body...her mind screaming at her for calm...desperately she reaches deep within the well of emotions she has drawn from others in her capacity as an empath ..searching for and finding a pocket of calm and soothing emotions...drawing on that heavily she slowly pushes back the frenzy::::
sitting there breathing heavily and composing herself once more she decides to find Kaejo, and makes her way to the #BLKDRAGON*Inn...where she finds him speaking quietly with Princess petal:::

Kaejo, I have heard of your loss...I know you do not like my kind...yet I offer you a small gift. The punishment you seek for Sun`zen...that he will always remember the pain he has caused to Menolly...regardless of his reasons. You felt her die? Crysalin speaks quietly yet urgently for she wants to finish this tonight.

Kaejo looks at Crysalin, a mixture of loathing and curiosity on his face, "<w> yes...I felt her die...her pain...oh god..."

Crysalin changes her form to that of a faerie...only 12" tall. She begins to dance and spin as Kaejo speaks...knowing he is remembering the pain he felt...the horror...slowly she begins to glow with faerie fire as she draws the pain and emotion he felt at that moment from his mind:::

As the dance stops she looks at Kaejo, her tiny features set with determination. "He will know Kaejo...the pain he is responsible for...even if it was not him that killed her directly...he will know."

Crysalin reaches inside herself once more...searching for the spark that is her love for Sun`zen...finding the faint spark she uses it as a guide to find him...and flies off into the night sky...Dawn mere hours away::::

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~Syl~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.


Date: Wed, 24 Jul 1996 09:45:47 -0700 (PDT) From: Syl <[email protected]> Subject: A gift from Crysalin...Punishment for Sun`zen (part 2)


This part is rated: PG (sorta) Story: still open as far as I know

12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)~~

Crysalin flies over Arangoth in her faerie form...searching for Sun`zen and manages to locate him on the forest path near her garden of rainbow roses...he is not alone.:::
deciding to be discreet Crysalin lands on a tree branch above Sun`zen and Isis...remembering that this is his future wife Crysalin decides to wait as the lovers speak quietly (or whatever they are doing...I won't tell):::
Crysalin watches the sky, knowing dawn is not far off she waits impatiently...just as she decides to interrupt the conversation below her, she sees Isis leave...before Sun`zen can open a rift and disappear Crysalin flies down to hover in front of him::::

Hello Sun`zen...I have been looking for you.

Sun`zen jumps a bit at the sudden appearance of his once-fiancee::: "Oh...uhhh hello Chryss"

"I have not come as a friend this time Sun`zen...I was told what you did to Menolly...I can't believe you did that Sun!" Crysalin shakes off the anger rising inside and sets her mind on what she came for.

Sun`zen looks upset at the mention of Menolly, "Look Chryss, it wasn't my fau-"

Crysalin interrupts him bluntly, "Sun...I was also told that you do not believe it to be your fault...I do not care at this point what you believe. I have come to deliver your punishment. Kaejo did not want you to stand trial or be harmed. Remember? He only wanted you to remember your betrayal of the friendship and trust that you shared with Menolly." As she speaks Crysalin begins to dance and spin in mid-air...glowing softly with faerie fire. "Sun`zen...from this moment on, once a day you will feel the pain of your body being torn asunder...the pain of your life leaving you...Menolly's pain Sun`zen...you will feel her death every day..."

As Crysalin finishes speaking Sun`zen is bathed in faerie fire...her gift to Kaejo and Sun`zen's punishment complete.:::
Crysalin flies off to the lightening of the sky...dawn less than an hour away...Sun`zen's scream of pain echoing in her ears::::

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Date: Wed, 24 Jul 1996 15:41:11 -0700 From: [email protected] (...) Subject: An Empty Plea in the Night Rating: G


With a quiet creak of the massive doors, he steps into the throne

room of Queen AngelSin and King BlackDragon. Gone for so long his eyes squint as to remember things of the past, taking in all the room's surroundings, memories of objects and pictures slowly coming back to him.::::::: "But now is not the time for reflection," thinks the Baron. "I must seek out the queen at once." :::::He examines the room finding himself to be alone. The queen must be away somewhere.:::::: "Is this the way it should end?" he half says-half yells out loud to nobody in particular. "I know I have been away, without warning and without any information. But my letter that I addressed to everyone was sincere was it not? Yet in the past two days, I've received not ONE reply or even concern. Do you all think this a grand jest? The invaders took my home, and my people, and my family. But they had not taken my pride or my self-respect. Do not let your decision of ignorance on my warning prove me otherwise. I speak the truth of what is to come. In the name of........for all our sakes SOMEONE ANSWER MEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

::::::he falls to the ground of the throne room, tears starting to form in his eyes::: "I'm trying to save us all......we're in....great.........danger." :::::he begins to weep. For himself, for his family, and for the land of Arangoth that he loves, but fear will not survive the coming events......:::::::::

Date: Wed, 24 Jul 1996 15:45:57 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Re: An Empty Plea in the Night


First of all.. Angel and her sister have been kidnapped and are missing so she hasn't gotten your letter yet..and the King is off searching for them so he wouldn't have seen it either..

Second, um..We have guards at the castle silly..you wouldn't be able to just walk in  ;)


Third..WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!!?!? >:P


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Date: Wed, 24 Jul 1996 19:20:03 -0400 (EDT) From: "Potts Cest' Evalion" <[email protected]> Subject: testing


testing...1...2...3...1...2...3...


Date: Wed, 24 Jul 1996 19:29:28 -0400 (EDT) From: "Potts Cest' Evalion" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: testing


((I just wanted to let you all know...I've been on this list for five months now and I haven't been able to send a damn thing....Now, thanx to Ang I can WAHOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanx Ang...your da kewlest. As for the rest of you...prepare yourselves for a touch of insanity...:::walks off laughing like a friggen maniac::::))

Potts www.geocities.com/TimesSquare/4708

  It's not just a Home Page...its a party


Date: Wed, 24 Jul 1996 16:46:41 -0700 (PDT) From: Syl <[email protected]> Subject: Sun/Mun Leaving


>From: [email protected] >X-Sender: [email protected] >Date: Wed, 24 Jul 1996 18:05:14 -0400 >To: [email protected] >Subject: Sun/Mun Leaving > >Too anyone that is concerned...i am having to close my account, and correct >a number of RL problems currently. > > I hope too rejoin the fun and everything...maybe thru earthlink, but first >the problems. > > I hope too see you all again...take care...fore its been a Blast...oh >yes...Someone tell Isis, that Sun`zen (stephen) has left due to RL >problems...i would greatly appreciate this. > >Bye... > >**************************** >-Sun`zen(aka. Jul`Kair, aka.Sun`Dragn, aka. Sunaj) >Champion of BattleFest '96 >....Long Live the BlkDragon*Inn in all its Glory. >-starcry(aka. Stefhan, the mun) > > >~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.


Date: Wed, 24 Jul 1996 23:41:01 -0700 From: Adam <[email protected]> Subject: leaving


Hey guys, I'm jsut writing this little note to tell everyone I'll be out of town from tommorow (the 25th) to Monday night, because I'll be at the Olympics in Atlanta. So, I'll see everyone when I get back. -Adam -- "Have you talked to God recently?" "Yes, and she's black."

"Do or do not, there is no try."

"From Chaos comes order."

"Live hard, die young, leave a good-looking corpse."


Date: Thu, 25 Jul 1996 16:58:31 -0400 (EDT) From: Slurpee God <[email protected]> Subject: Some Sparring Suggestions

 A while back, i had the privalage to spar with DreamShde (least i think

thats how ya spell his nick) and he brought in an interesting element that i had only seen a few times before and that i think had a lot of potential....instead of direct physical attacks, mind assaults and magical blasts, he used trickery, surprise, and confusion as a way of damage...his attacks would be along the lines of disappearing and reappearing several yards away to disorient me, or do something equally tricky that when his roll counted a point, would count as damage due to the fact that my character was confused or even took a shot to his confidence...i thought this was just the coolest thing since Space Invaders so i gave it a little more thought....

 If we applied this more often, then people who have familiars or just

animal sidekicks help them battle....normally, ill see someone say "so and so's flacon flies down and slashes at your eyes" or something BUT noone ever attacks the falcon BACK cause it wont count against the person, right? well i think if we used this concept, it would! think about it, your best friend tries to help you in a fight and gets slammed to the ground....of COURSE its gonna "hurt" you whether the damage is to your confidence, ego, or just a plain astonishment...

 Or another situation, perhaps humiliating the opponent....instead of

blocking the attack and trying to break his wrist, why not just step aside and trip him, letting the damage from his fall be the dice roll?

 I just thought about this alot today and thought id remark...there are few

people i have sparred with that i believe to really roleplay when they fight....most people just swing a sword and roll a die...perhaps if we boost rping during spars a little more, then we can solve some of this pent up aggression abound in the inn AND have a little more RPing there as well =)

 But if any of you see DreamShde in the inn, ask him to spar, cause win or

lose, it'll be worth the rping time...RandoM had a grand ol' time >=)

StEvE


o/~ Can you imagine for a second doing anything you ever wanted to? Well thats just what i do, so hooray for me, and fluff you! o/~


Date: Thu, 25 Jul 1996 22:37:51 -0600 From: [email protected] (OneStab) Subject: While One is Away (episode 1)


Ancient fingers swayed in the air. Gloved in crimson aura, the hands danced their sorcery summoning motions. Glowing splinters spun around an index finger. Then by the master's command, conjured power channeled into a magenta beam. The ray ripped trough the air, slamming into a tree just behind OneStab's shoulder.

Nervously, OneStab rolled a BlueStone in his palm. Concentrating, he tuned his chants to the magefire beside him. BlueStone crystals animated deep within the mysterious talisman's structure. Power winked in perfectly cut facets. OneStab felt a surge in his closed hand as his song harmonized the stone and red magic. For a few seconds, the blood beam intensified. BlueStone waves hurtled from OneStab's hand, reinforcing the spell cast by a hooded figure fifteen yards away.

In one lightning motion, OneStab flipped the gemstone in his hand, reversing the harmonic waves. Instantly, the crimson ray vanished.

"That's it, Chosen One." The bent figure congratulated, "Ye crippled my spell."

OneStab shook his head, dissatisfied. "Master, in the time it took to align the stone and disarm your magic, Elise could have been killed several times."

The old man nodded at his apprentice and old friend's practical evaluation. "Control and haste will come with practice. Ye did nae think to better me in a week did ye? Sorcery is new to ye, the BlueStones demand knowledge of your enemy, focus, and precise timing. This level of success this soon, OneStab, is nothing short of astounding. And a testament to your commitment.."

Complements didn't brighten One's assessment. "Nevertheless, MelfSmite, I remain woefully ill prepared to defend me child from her enemies."

MelfSmite lowered his hood.  "Why not stay here?  My tower is secret.  Your

enemies can find neither ye nor your Elise here. Even if they should, within the walls of my ivy tower, ye are under my protection. Harm will nae befall ye. Once she is old enough to defend herself, ye can return to Rondissia.... and reclaim from Jaspero the throne that is rightfully yours... and hers."

MelfSmite's concern drew a smile from OneStab. "Master, there are lessons of stewardship that cannae be learned in seclusion. I donnae doubt Elise would develop safe lost in the forests. But here, she would nae interact with others. Leadership, like magic, cannae be taught from books nor imparted in lecture. It must be practiced; mistakes overcome, strengths honed." OneStab rested his hand on MelfSmite's robed shoulder, "Nae me friend, Elise cannae stay here."

Hard, ice blue eyes of the sorcerer narrowed. "Very well, Chose One." The mage gritted his teeth and flung his arm outward. Lightning flashed from his hand. The bold struck a man-sized sapling, engulfing it in an explosion of fiery splinters. In moments, nothing remained but pine fragrant smoke tainted by ozone.

MelfSmite glanced warily at his student. "When ye thwart that spell, I will permit Elise to leave. Nae before."

His master's vivid display stung OneStab. He knew foul souls crept the realm, beings that wished nothing more than to see Elise disintegrated to ash. "Agreed, Master."


Date: Fri, 26 Jul 1996 07:54:51 -0700 (PDT) From: Syl <[email protected]> Subject: A commentary


This is a note to all of the burgeoning writers out there that have been contributing to this mailing list. Do you realize that what we have here of late is a collection of short stories and possible novels? Now I know that there are certain storylines that I look forward to reading because they are increasingly well written and I would like to send my congratulations to all who have contributed. However, we cvould all get ...well maybe not rich, but we could probably sell our stories of Arangoth and surrounding lands if someone compiled all of the stories into one volume. Something like the "Magic of Ishtar" books. A lot of different authors and just a small city that grew from their imaginations. What do you think?

~Syl ~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.


Date: Fri, 26 Jul 1996 14:41:17 -0400 (EDT) From: "Potts Cest' Evalion" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: A commentary


raises his hand::: I volunteer to collect all the money we make <g>


Date: Fri, 26 Jul 1996 15:01:24 -0400 From: ThornSpike <[email protected]> Subject: Re: A commentary


At 07:54 AM 7/26/96 -0700, you wrote: >This is a note to all of the burgeoning writers out there that have been >contributing to this mailing list. Do you realize that what we have here of >late is a collection of short stories and possible novels?


Nice idea petal! In fact, I have been writting a novel for what will soon be a year. Not really about the BDI in Arangoth, but there are three characters based on "people" I've met here or at the RDI in Rhydin. I have approx. 37,000 words at present (I write slow, lots gets deleted, or at best, rewritten) and I expect it to be between 80,000 - 100,000 words, about 20 chapters when completed. This might explain why I spend as much time as possible (not much lately) in the inn and why I don't contribute a great deal to this mailing list - sorry. BTW, if any would like to have their character play a part, there is a slim chance that I can write you in. Most (all?) of the major charcters where developed (at least they have a 5x8 card) long ago, but there always seems to be room for one more minor character. Not much room for magick either. None of the characters have any real magick. No fire balls, magick staff, sword, etc. The magick here is more from nature, and ok, there is *one* somewhat prophet dream in the third chapter. There are priest/priestess types during this time and religion contains enough miracles for the common people. It's a romance novel, set in the early middle ages. The central character is a woman (the market being such that romance novels are typically about a woman's adventures, not a man's), talk about difficult writting. Anyway, I grow long on wind and short on time. Good luck!

Thorn


Date: Fri, 26 Jul 1996 15:05:44 -0600 (MDT) From: Stef <[email protected]> Subject: Re: A commentary


At 07:54 AM 7/26/96 -0700, you wrote: > > >This is a note to all of the burgeoning writers out there that have been contributing to this mailing list. Do you realize that what we have here of late is a collection of short stories and possible novels? Now I know that there are certain storylines that I look forward to reading because they are increasingly well written and I would like to send my congratulations to all who have contributed. However, we cvould all get ...well maybe not rich, but we could probably sell our stories of Arangoth and surrounding lands if someone compiled all of the stories into one volume. Something like the "Magic of Ishtar" books. A lot of different authors and just a small city that grew from their imaginations. What do you think? > >~Syl >~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.


I would gladly share my contributions if others found in interesting reading. :)

                                                               Stef


"We're all mad here..."--Cheshire Cat

http://www.bnbcomp.net/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm Irc Channel #BLKDRAGON*Inn It's no longer just roleplaying..it's friggin' "As The World Turns" meets Captain Kangaroo ;)


Date: Fri, 26 Jul 1996 17:37:57 -0400 (EDT) From: Galliard <[email protected]> Cc: BlackDragon <[email protected]> Subject: Re: A commentary



<<< This is a note to all of the burgeoning writers out there that have been contributing to this mailing list. Do you realize that what we have here of late is a collection of short stories and possible novels? Now I know that there are certain storylines that I look forward to reading because they are increasingly well written and I would like to send my congratulations to all who have contributed. However, we cvould all get ...well maybe not rich, but we could probably sell our stories of Arangoth and surrounding lands if someone compiled all of the stories into one volume. Something like the "Magic of Ishtar" books. A lot of different authors and just a small city that grew from their imaginations. What do you think? >>>


I think, as one of the aforementioned authors, that we'd better either 1) forget the idea... I know that I didn't intend to write for anyone's enjoyment but mine and the subscribers to this list...

or 2) at least get permission from the authors of their respective stories before including their works in a compilation.

Wolfie`s Mun




> ~Syl > ~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all. > >

Date: Fri, 26 Jul 1996 21:50:04 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: From the MUN


I'd just like to say.....


I would like to say each and every one of you have done a fabulous job in the Inn.. Whether it be RPG, or Hack protection, or just plain helping newcomers. In the chaos that has happened in the last few weeks, I've seen a new determination, a hightened pride, each and every one of the Mun's rising to a new level in some form or another. I've seen you all band together in different forms and I'd like to thank each and every one of you. You have reafirmed my love for RPG and the BDI. It takes a special kind of person to latch onto a certain idea and claim it to thier heart. And you have all done that beyond any expectations I have ever had.

Once again, I'd like to say, I love each of you.. you are all such spirited souls. And no one but in our realm could understand the strength that each of us hold.


Thank you for your support and extreme imaginations. It is which our world is born, and thrives off of.


Her Royal Majesty AngelSin aka Alysia Draconoris Muthoris Vostanoth Queen of Arangoth May our souls be blessed and our land be rich with love, peace and prosperity 12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)~~ http://www.bnbcomp.net/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm Irc Channel #BLKDRAGON*Inn It's no longer just roleplaying..it's a community with a life of it's own!



Date: Fri, 26 Jul 1996 16:50:20 -0500 (CDT) From: Kathy Stracener <[email protected]> Subject: Re: A commentary


Ummm... wolfie... she wasn;t talking about just doing it... iw was a suggestion for the writers them selves...

       Suzanna


> I think, as one of the aforementioned authors, that we'd better >either 1) forget the idea... I know that I didn't intend to write for >anyone's enjoyment but mine and the subscribers to this list... > >or 2) at least get permission from the authors of their respective >stories before including their works in a compilation. > >Wolfie`s Mun


Date: Fri, 26 Jul 1996 19:03:03 -0400 (EDT) From: RangerBlue <[email protected]> Subject: Re: A commentary


Lady WrynBlue and I have been writing for a bit now, and both are published. I state this only that you may know, when an author writes to a string as this, or a web page not his/her own, under the copywrite laws the author surrenders all rights to the creative work. We found this out the hard way I am afraid. In truth a compliation can be done of the collected works of the string, but unless one of the highest moral fiber, the compiler would own the work and if any monies came from it, is not required under law to disbruse any of it to the actual writers. There is a web page, who's name eludes me now, for the Library of Congress that has all this information in it. If one write for grins and relaxation, then a fine thing and the string an excellent place. If one writes for more serious intent, like groceries perhaps, then one must be careful. I know this sounds of an old wet blanket, but it only takes one person stealing the creative output of another for gain, to ruin things for all.

Blue


Date: Fri, 26 Jul 1996 17:53:38 -0700 (PDT) From: [email protected] Subject: Test


This is a test to see if i am getting emails to the mailing list.

Just a test..no response necessary.

-Sun`zen(aka. Jul`Kair, aka.Sun`Dragn, aka. Sunaj) Champion of BattleFest '96 ....Long Live the BlkDragon*Inn in all its Glory. -starcry(aka. Stefhan, the mun) -Grumble(dwarf..."Hey what you looking at you Walking Talking Tree!!!")


Date: Fri, 26 Jul 1996 20:01:33 -0500 (CDT) From: Kathy Stracener <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Test



>This is a test to see if i am getting emails to the mailing list. > >Just a test..no response necessary.

Welcome back Sun`zen! I replied anyway dammit!


,,,;;,,,;;,,,;;,,,;Suzanna;,,,;;,,,;;,,,;;,,,

  Mun of Tarma, Caerlyn, Lillanth, Dayna, Tiraniza, and Whynonna
                Complete and utter pain in the arse
             and bound to tick someone off at sometime
                         "Grrrrrrrr......."


Date: Fri, 26 Jul 1996 23:14:12 -0600 From: [email protected] (OneStab) Subject: Re: From the MUN


> > >I'd just like to say..... > > >I would like to say each and every one of you have done a fabulous job in >the Inn..

Thinks that cheezy presidential speech in Independence Day would have been

much better had Angel's mun written it... wink::


Date: Sat, 27 Jul 1996 02:50:29 -0400 (EDT) From: [email protected] Subject: Re: From the MUN


At 11:14 PM 7/26/96 -0600, you wrote: >>I'd just like to say..... >> >>I would like to say each and every one of you have done a fabulous job in >>the Inn.. > >::Thinks that cheezy presidential speech in Independence Day would have been >much better had Angel's mun written it... wink:: >

Vote AngelSin for Next President!!!!!!:::::

-Sun`zen(aka. Jul`Kair, aka.Sun`Dragn, aka. Sunaj) Champion of BattleFest '96 ....Long Live the BlkDragon*Inn in all its Glory. -starcry(aka. Stefhan, the mun) -Grumble(dwarf..."Hey what you looking at you Walking Talking Tree!!!")


Date: Sat, 27 Jul 1996 00:41:21 -0700 (PDT) From: Syl <[email protected]> Subject: Re: From the MUN



>> >:::Vote AngelSin for Next President!!!!!!:::::


Lord have mercy what have I done??? Now there are TWO Stephen's to bug us on BOTH lists!!! /me smacks herself repeatedly for getting Sun`zen to sign on to earthlink!!!!!~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.


Date: Sat, 27 Jul 1996 04:15:50 -0500 From: Rue <[email protected]> Subject: Re: From the MUN


OneStab wrote: > > ::Thinks that cheezy presidential speech in Independence Day would have been > much better had Angel's mun written it... wink::

HEY! I LIKED that cheesy Independence Day speech!! It was totally cool! *aside* ...and it made me and my mom cry... <G> -- Rue http://www.io.com/~jimmie/kirsy/home.html

Keep Sailor Moon alive!! SOS(Support our Sailors)!! http://looney.physics.sunysb.edu/~daffy/sos/

"I've come here for a purpose," he said to her. "I'm looking for someone. A little girl. Her age would be seven, maybe eight gates. She is called Rue."

Date: Sat, 27 Jul 1996 10:44:43 -0500 From: Leonard Foley <[email protected]> Subject: Re: From the MUN


At 04:15 AM 7/27/96 -0500, you wrote: > > >OneStab wrote: >> >> ::Thinks that cheezy presidential speech in Independence Day would have been >> much better had Angel's mun written it... wink:: > > HEY! I LIKED that cheesy Independence Day speech!! It was >totally cool! *aside* ...and it made me and my mom cry... <G> >-- >Rue

>Hey vote for me, and we'll all wear panties and wonder bras! Vote Fitz fot Pantie President!!!


Fitz, Vhertebre, Crimson

"Ya missed a spot on the toilet dear" "What?! Come here ya redneck!!!"

> >


Date: Sat, 27 Jul 1996 13:27:45 -0400 From: [email protected] (Dave Soltys) Subject: Um.. A test of sorts



       Well this is just a test... Been havin' problems like several others

with the mailing list.. (As well as doubts after recieving that overwhelming view of bloodshed caused by all those previous post. I guess I gotta get caught up and start posting what started before but was never really finished.)

DreamShade (aka DreamShde)
Player of Shadow and Light
Dreamweaver of the North

((Oh and the mun is Dave, Royal Pain in the Rear to his friends.))

 "To see a world in a grain of sand, and a heaven in a wildflower."
                                               -William Blake
 "Reality is what you make of it." - Unknown
 "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." -Some wise old sage
                              

Date: Sun, 28 Jul 1996 06:26:44 -0500 From: Jimmie Bragdon <[email protected]> Subject: Dust and Visions


Waking from his miserable rest, Spectre looks out the mouth of the shallow cave he found. Mopping the sweat from his face, he puts his shirt back on. Sleeping during the hottest hours of the day when the sun was at its highest, beating down mercilessly on the sands of the desert, he hunts for more signs of Narisa or the Queen. He has slept little, a few hours each day, covering the most ground at night, when the now accursed sun was not there to beat down on him, burning his skin and eyes, and draining the water and energy from his body. He squints out across the waste, figuring it is still several hours to sunset.

He found a camp the third night out, a few tents and a fire, and a matching campsite within a mile. From the debris left behind, it was not a standard military camp, too few people and a bad setup to boot. There were several sets of tracks between the two campsites, so they must have been with the same group. Judging what he thought the distance was, that camp would be just about a days travel from Drache, or close to that. They must have stopped here the first night out, or the first few..close enough for someone to get to the castle and the inn to see what was going on.

This cave had been a blessing, shallow though it is, its better than what he has had to make do with. Usually its his cloak set in a mock tent on his sword and a stick or two he found, to keep the sun off him while he slept. The sun was merciless though, and his smooth olive skin is burnt and peeling where exposed, because of this, he stayed almost fully covered, as his normal dress. He'd take sweating over baking any day. Water was hard to find, until the rains hit, slowing the travel even more, turning the sand into a thick, messy terrain.

The rains had stopped now, and he knew he was nearing the Asyri borders, if not already inside them. "They must be in this Xandur's posession now, when I get to thier city, this will help quite a bit." He holds up the symbol of an Asyri spy, "I must remember to thank that traitor Trigon for this." He straps his sword to his belt once again, and leaves the cave, finally standing to his full height again. He heads off, further into Asyri lands the sun pounding down on him.

As the day wears on, and the waterskin starts to run dry, more and more frequently the heat waves of the sun torment him doubly, beating on him and searing his skin, as well as reflecting up, to look like pools of water, taunting him. After a while, the heat waves coiming up off the sands seem to have patterns in them. He finally stops, staring at a scene in the heat waves that does not pass in a second...its shifts and writhes in the rippling waves, Odamu's face, Narisa crying, Xandur and Angelsin glaring, a battle, a casket, a pyramid, dragons...the hallucination is broken when a gust of wind blows the sand up into a mini cyclone in front of him for a few seconds.

He shakes his head, "The sun must be getting to me." He trudges along deeper into the Asyri lands.



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Date: Sun, 28 Jul 1996 14:43:40 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: UNSUBSCRIBING. KEEP THIS EMAIL FOR FUTURE REFERANCE!


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Date: Sun, 28 Jul 1996 15:08:42 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: Hell and it's mistress....


Dellila heading back south curses:: "Damnit! I should have known they'd go

the other way!" She turns and screams to the one guard riding behind her.

"And what in the nine hells happened to everyone?! Where is Xandur?! Why are WE the only one's seemingly searching for those two damn females?!"

The guard says nothing..the sweat pouring off his brow he shrugs at Dellila::
    • Two hours later**

"Stupid idiot!!" Dellila stares down at the guard laying in the sand.. he had fallen some 10 minutes before from his horse and the horse had run off. The guard now dead, not able to withstand the heat stares up at Dellila with his glazed eyes.

"I will find them myself" ::She digs her heels into the horse and rides on.. heading towards a large mountain.

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Date: Sun, 28 Jul 1996 12:39:26 -0400 From: Dave Crampton <[email protected]> Subject: Cursed Blessings chapter 3 - Angelique


>Date: Sun, 28 Jul 1996 01:57:35 -0400 >X-Sender: [email protected] (Unverified) >To: crampto3 >From: Adam Pigeon <[email protected]> >Subject: Cursed Blessings chapter 3 - Angelique > >Book 3 in the Deth Trilogy >by Adam Pigeon, Mun of the Many and Defender of The Sig! >This story has been given a voluntary rating of PG-13. May not be suitable >for children > >"A million lies to sell yourself is all you ever had" -Garbage "Stupid Girl" >"Cause what you see you might not get" -Beastie Boys "Sabotage" > > Angelique pulls herself up off the floor, and groans as her bones still work at >knitting themselves back together. She shoves the body of the drained hotel >clerk aside, >disgusted with herself at having to take the blood of somebody so obviously >low-born. >She looks around the room, she sees her own blood staining the wall behind >her. Deth is >nowhere to be seen. How had he figured out who she was? She pulls herself >into the >shower to clean herself off and try to remember what happened... > > Angelique knew that Deth went to the Redfang Bar a lot, so it made perfect >sense >to wait for him there. The large bartender, Ragnarok, tried to hit on her >several times but >she would have none of it. The poor man was obviously not worth the effort. >Finally >after an hour Deth walks in. She stands and greets him > "I was beginning to think that this place was abandoned," Angelique says, >"Hi, my >name's Angelique Fergueson, and you are...?" > "Thomas... Thomas Sanders," Deth says. Angelique knows he's lying but plays >along with it anyway. > "So Tommy," she says casually, "are you a regular here? Is this place always so >empty?" > "I come here once in a while, and it's usually pretty quiet. Have you seen the >bartender around? I need to talk to him." > "You mean that Ragnarok guy?" she asks. Deth nods. "He had to step out back a >minute, he had to pick up a delivery. He said he would be back really >soon." She swirls >her drink around in the bottom of her glass and smiles up at Deth, her >cherry red lips >standing out on her pale skin. > Angelique feels Deth's mind probing hers and she masks her thoughts just >the way >Karma Burn taught her, and she smiles as she sees him relax. "So, are you >from this area >or just passing through?" > "Oh, I've lived on the other side of the city for a few years now. I was >visiting a >friend and took a different way home, I saw this place and, I really don't >know why, but I >stopped." Angelique lies, the most plausible story she can think up. > "Maybe it was fate." Deth gives one of his charming rebel grins. "Fate was >kind >enough to bring you here to allow me the great pleasure.. no.. privilege of >meeting such a >beautiful woman." > "Why don't we go someplace else, somewhere a little more... active?" she >says as >she gives a sharp seductive smile. > "I think that sounds like a good thing to me," he replies, returning her >smile. >"Here, it's pretty cold out," he says as he puts his leather jacket over her >shoulders. "And >let me pick up that drink for you." Deth grabs a piece of paper and quickly >writes on it. > "Thank you very much, Tommy," she says softly as they walk out, dangerously >close to one another. > They went out dancing at some techno-industrial club. All in all it was, >surprisingly, a rather fun night. A shame to have to kill him. Dinner, >dancing, but never >the right opportunity to strike until late, when he finally took her to a >motel. Angelique >was sickened at the cheapness of the place, but was able to hold it to >herself, for the sake >of the mission. Things moved quickly from there. He had her out of her >dress in an >instant. He must have seen the widow's tattoo. She had managed to rake her >claws down >his back and inject some venom but not enough. Deth telekineticly threw her >into the >wall, she could feel her bones shattering before she fell into blissful >unconsciousness. > When she woke up all there was around her was pain. She could feel the >need for >more blood screaming in her mind. A red haze clouded her vision. She felt >a hand go to >her throat checking for a pulse and, finding none, go into a string of >obscenities. >Consumed by need, she grabbed the mans arm and dragged his throat to her >mouth and >drained him completely. > > She steps out of the shower and picks up her dress from where it had been left >hours ago. She steps outside into the cool night air and contemplates on >what to do next. >Should she go back to Tokyo, admit her defeat to Karma Burn? Try to find >Deth again >and kill him? She looks to the sky and sees light begin to invade the >night. She hurries >back inside and shuts herself up. With the mamnager dead she will be safe >for the night at >least. Then she can make her decision. > >-To be continued in Chapter 4- OVERKILL!!! > /\ |-\ /\ |\ /| |--\ | /--\ |---- /--\ |\ | > / \ | \ / \ | \/ | | | | | | | | | \ | > /----\ | | /----\ | | |--/ | | ___ |-- | | | \| > / \ | / / \ | | | | | | | | | | | >/ \ |_/ / \ | | | | \__/ |---- \__/ | | > >-The Mun of the Many and Defender of the Sig! > >http://www.msu.edu/user/pigeonad/ > >send all replys to [email protected] cuz I ain't on the list > > > > -- Dave Crampton AKA Dark Vampyre

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Date: Sun, 28 Jul 1996 10:52:05 -0700 (PDT) From: IRCrackhead <[email protected]> Subject: *grrrr*

 Amazingly enough, as soon as i check my mail, my mailbox exploded (im

blaming Jimmie and his firecrackers) and i lost all my mail from the previous night from both mail list, ops and reg....if anyone thinks i actually missed anything, please forward me the mail =/ and i saw Dave had another Stalker story up, so can someone make sure i sget a copy of that one? thanks...

StEvE


o/~ Can you imagine for a second doing anything you ever wanted to? Well thats just what i do, so hooray for me, and fluff you! o/~


Date: Sun, 28 Jul 1996 15:13:52 -0400 (EDT) From: Brian May <[email protected]> Subject: I need out cc: BlackDragon <[email protected]>


This whole system is pretty cool but I just cant keep up. I like to read all of the stories but I really have nothing to add nor do I have the time to search though all of this mail every week. Please kill me. Thanks.

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Date: Sun, 28 Jul 1996 23:14:57 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: Sands...Clear....


((Sun's post)) > > Sun woke from the nightmare dreams that plagued him since he recieved the >gift of punishment from Chryss...thanks to Kaejo...as he wiped the cold >sweat from his brow, his mind slowly clearly from the cobwebs of pain that >had just finish torturing his mind for several hours earlier. Sun, stands >upright, stretches...as the Pyramid alerts him to the fact that Simon's >minions have all fled the desert and have returned to Simon's castle...Sun >ponders this news, but shrugs it off...turning his attention, quickly to >Karsha, whose standing before, dressed in desert clothning, high sand boots, >soft cloth pants, and tunic, bracers on her forearms, and her dried black >hair hanging low down her back, and deep hazel eyes...she grins at seeing >Sun move towards her. > > "Morning, Protector-Sun..sleep well??", as she asks. "Nay..troubled from >nightmares stronger than before...must of be what Chryss had done...i must >send her a thank you note...Remind of this Pyramid." <"Yes, Protector"> >"Well, Karsha..i see you have dressed nicely..and are you ready to be our >guests?", he mentions slyly. "Sure, why not Protector-Sun..it will be nice", >as a grin moves across her lips. "Call me Sun..please...but remember no >mention of me too our guests in any manner, understand?" "Yes, Sun." >"Good..now..Pyramid, transport Karsha to the nearest corridor to where our >guests are."  ::Karsha fades from the Inner chambers...and then reappears >just outside the Door to the room where Angel and Narisa are:::: > >********************** > > The door slowly opens, as the light fliters into the room, sending shadows >running for cover...Karhsa moves slowly, each step carefully placed, her >eyes peering into the room, as her body is half in and half out of the >doorway...she quickly spots Narisa still lying on the bed...as hands quickly >catch her tunic, and her legs are sweep out from under her in a blinding >moment...she falls to the floor, with a *oof!*...as she looks up, rubbing >her arse slightly...she notices a lovely looking woman, standing tall above >her. > > "Hey!...why you do that?!" Angel looks with questioning eyes down at the >female at her feet, quickly noticing the sytle of clothing of the that for >the Desert. "Who are you?", Angel asks quickly, paying little attention to >the statement/question made by the female. "Who am I...more important is, >who are you..to invade the Sanctuary of this Place!...but if you need to >know, I am called Karsha, Leader of the Desert Dwellers." Angel takes a step >back..as she makes the connection that this Karsha must be Asyri by her >tongue. "What is this place, Karsha?" Karsha, slowly stands, resting her >hand firmly unto the wall for additional support...as she turns to look this >female squarely in the eye.."This place is a Sanctuary..that is all you need >to know!...now what are you doing here, and what are your names....or shall >I send for the Guardians of this place?" Angel takes a deep breath...and >slowly lets it out, as she looks to Narisa, whose still sitting in the bed >unsure of what or how to react to this...<Angel gives Karsha the story..not >the full story> > >  ::Nearly an Hour Later:: > > Karsha, nods slowly to AngelSin, and Narisa.."I am sorry to have been so >rude to you Queen of Arangoth, but I didnt understand...Please allow me to >show you around the Pyramid of Rose...Perhaps then my ppl may be able to >send word to your King...to come recover you from here." > >******************* > > >-Sun`zen(aka. Jul`Kair, aka.Sun`Dragn, aka. Sunaj) >Champion of BattleFest '96 >....Long Live the BlkDragon*Inn in all its Glory. >-starcry(aka. Stefhan, the mun) >-Grumble(dwarf..."Hey what you looking at you Walking Talking Tree!!!") > > >

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Date: Sun, 28 Jul 1996 23:20:59 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: Returning home?...................


The two clones make thier way out of the sandstorm..and head straight for

arangoth..

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Date: Sun, 28 Jul 1996 21:38:59 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> Subject: Preparations...


  • Phoenix castle buzzes with activity, as Viskaya, in the throne room,

reels trying to make sense of it all, only to be supported by FireIce...*

"Dinnae trouble yeself, M'lady Viskaya, Sit yeself down afore ye get hurt..."

  • FireIce gently helps Viskaya into the large Phoenecian throne, soft, but

empty without Simon's presence...*

  • Mystify, nearby, watches the activities in the castle with amazement, all

over, artwork, decoraations and loose items either being collected and packed, or sliding away into hidden chambers...*

  • Titanus carefullt oversees the work, as Inferno, Dante, ArrowWing, and

Hades glide into the throne room from their missions.... ArrowWing steps forward..*

"Word has been sent, Titanus, Simon is on his way..."

  • Titanus nods slowly...*

"I take it, ArrowWing, he was not pleased with his decision?"

  • Inferno steps forward, growling...*

"All the work we've Done for Arangoth, for THis? THis is Completely Uncalled for!"

  • Dante nods in agreement...*

"Last nights events clearly show we are no longer wanted here..."

  • A voice from the throne room door interrupts them coldly..*

"Ahh, So the great God Simon has decided to pack up and Leave Arangoth in Peace? Such a pity... I was realy hoping he could stay..."

  • Dante whirls around, recognizing the voice....*

"Interesting words coming from you, Kaejo... You, one of the two who helped Lead Simon here, just so you could Banish him?"

  • Kaejo sneers*

"Leading him here was a Mistake, There is no question that their Highnesses will thank us for having sent him away..."

  • Dante and Inferno slowly step towards Kaejo, Dante's mouth boiling with

fire, Inferno's wings sending flames high into the air, both their eyes glowing deep red in Anger...*

  • Dante growls..*

"If Anyone should be Banished, It should be You Kaejo, Filthy Traitor..."

  • From high above the Throne Room...*

"THAT'S ENOUGH!"

  • All look up to see Simon descending into the throne room, returned from

the Asyri desert, empty-handed...*

"Dante, Inferno, You two have work to do..."

  • Dante interjects* "But, my Lord.."
  • Simon snaps...* "Kaejo is Not worth the effort."
  • Dante and Inferno nod, mainly in obedience of Simon, and head off to

prepare the castle for departure...*

"Kaejo, I invite you to leave, Now..."

  • With a gesture, Simon teleports Kaejo to the Inn...*
  • Simon then turns to Fireice...*

"I know I said I was leaving earlier, I apologize for my Stubbornness, my friend..."

  • To Titanus..*

"Is everything ready?"

  • Titanus nods..*

"We simply need you to give the word to depart..."

  • Simon turns back to Fireice.... "Fireice, my friend, I ask a favor,

please guide us to someplace new?"

  • Simon strides to the throne, and slips Viskaya comfortably in his

lap....*

"Don't worry, love, our friends will follow us soon enough."

  • Simon turns back to Fireice for instructions...*
  • In the Desert, 2 females remain huddled in barely-protective shelter from

the unrelenting sandstorm...*


((Yes, it's true, I'm pulling up stakes from the BDI and heading elsewhere.. My apologies to my friends who regret my passing, and for the rest, well, I'm sure you won't miss me. Andie, I do apologize, but certain Unreconciled problems in RP politics have caused me to make this decision... I do respect you as a friend, but, unless certain problems cease, I cannot find the #BlkDragon*Inn a place for me to go anymore... I've learned it's better to leave and avoid confrontation, than to remain and let an Unsolvable problem persist.

FareWell...

Simon Horus Phoenix, Titanus, Lord Anubis Thunderman, Inferno, Dante, Hades, ArrowWing, leareth, and many others who will not see the BDI...

And, of course, Simon, the Mun...



Date: Mon, 29 Jul 1996 03:27:57 -0400 From: [email protected] (Dave Soltys) Subject: A Darkened Corridor...


((Um... for those who missed a few post earilier Farlow is an associate of DreamShades))

       A flame dances a whirling dervish upon the torch casting death to

the many shadows hiding within the void of darkness engulfing it. A small gnomish figure, rather unusually pale, and just under 4ft carrying large sunken hazal eyes gazes up at the torch holding it high above to cast light unto the dark void. Farlow turns his gaze to the fine stone workmanship of the small, but comfortable passage. He holds the torch upon his forward gaze lighting up the large handcrafted wooden door whose surface is riddled with a neverending web of intersecting lines creating some mystical pattern of protection. Farlow reaches for the small latch upon the door and raps a complex pattern of rhythm. He steps back as the intricate weave of runic markings on the door flair to life in a brilliant violet haze and the door swings forth to let passage. Farlow steps into yet another void beyond bringing the torchlight to bear on the darkness.

       He steps into a small stone chamber with the same fine workmanship

and brings the torch to bare on the raised stone floor before him letting the flame illuminate the intricate inlay of dark amber and rose colored gems encircling the many scratch marks riddled within. Farlow holds the torch up and places it in a holder to illuminate the room bringing the large circular runic pattern into view on the raised floor. Farlow reaches within his fur coat and pulls a small golden disc out. Pressing upon the disc, it flips open to reveal a complex mesh of mechanics and rotating dials of the stars, sun, planets, etc. "Tis be 'bout time for him... Now whe'"

       Farlow jumps back as the flame upon the torch dies to a furious

upstart of wind. The circle of gems glows before him with a faint rhythem of a heartbeat, and tiny whirlwinds of dust pick up as a faint inrush of air seeps into the circle. Farlow watches a blinding flash of silvery thread stream forth within the circle as a small, stout small eyed, large nosed dwarf emerges literally though the threaded crack.

       Farlow smiles. "Tis be time yea come... Na ya 'bout 1 an' a three

thirds past due." Farlow looks down at his handheld mechanical wonder. The weather-roughened dwarf smirks with his leathery dark skin. "I be held... 'a 'eld up 'ere by all this bloom'n junk he has me bringin'" The dwarf steps back into the circle passing through a flash of a silvery thread, and returns struggling with a large oak chest. He sets the chest down upon the floor. The dwarf speaks, "See 'ere... tis only one of six... he be a 'recken crazy havin' me bring all this stuff... but gotta do what the boss want... " The dwarf smiles and tosses a few coins from his pocket... "... but he ay pay me well..." Farlow smiles.. "Well, yea know how Sir Rhaellon is..." Farlow steps forward and struggles lifting the lid of the chest..."Yee Gads!! the man has flipped his lid... his whole optical trinket collection." Farlow gazes on the tightly packed mess of prisms, lenses, mirrors, highly carved gems and crystals. Farlow continues.. "My guess is he plans to set up permenant shop here. But my guess is where to put it all. He ain't even found a good enough place yet." The dwarf shifts in his large boots... "Thee fella' say'd to put it in the abandoned room in the west wing of yea ole cas'le above." Farlow stares. "And when does he plan to tell his royal friends of his uninvited use of storage space let alone this damn year old project he has already started literally rig't under there noses." The dwarf smirks and shrugs... "Aye just get pay'd to deliver and to stay to help with the shafts if need be..." Farlow scratches his head and shrugs... "Ohhhh, well... like he give me enough already to worry 'bout... 'k take thee stuff and stack it here and than come with me... we are behind and need all the 'elp we can get."

       Farlow turns to the torch in its holder illuminated under the bright

glow of the gem circle and lights the flame. He takes the torch and begins to head back into the darkened corridor. The dwarf turns suddenly and shouts... "Yea...umm... WAIT RIGHT T'ERE!" Farlow turns with an annoyed smirk...."Nooowwww... what?!" The dwarf steps back within to the circle again as he passes through the silverly threaded crack. The dwarf steps back and carrying a small bundle of large, oversized scrolls. "'ERE... he said he had a few last minute changes that 'ould mean everything... or somethin' like tat.." The dwarf hands the bundle of scrolls to Farlow as he fumbles with the torch almost burning his hair. "YEE GADS!!!.... what in the...." Farlow set the torch back in its holder and drops all the scrolls but one which extends several feet in length overbearing his little arms. He throws it a partways open in the light of the torch revealing curves upon curves and lines upon lines, an infinate mess of cirsscrossing patterns. Farlow looks over the scroll examing the finely detailed blueprints to some enourmous undertaking of many pasages and chambers seeming to be an infinate mess of some unknown grand design. Farlow pipes out a high squeell..."Eeek!!... Thee 'ole of the northern first 'alf... that'll take weeks to redue... he is insane... and with the shortage of time and labor now... he better have another 500 pieces for each of thee overworked clansman..." The dwarf stands there wondering what in the heck is going on, and goes on to continue bringing chest after chest through the enigmatic gateway from elsewhere.

       Farlow stomps out of the chamber and into the darkness carrying his

torch high and the bundle of scrolls under his other arm groaning and cursing in gnomish gibberish. "Yee Gads... the dwarvin clan gonna be a haten' me a'now... the whole... he be insane... another 6 miles of passage... FOR WHAT!!... damn plan... when will he start usen' all those talents on helpin' us... damn waste 'em playin' with his shadowy tricks and partin' up at that damn bar... Master of Shado' and Li... Blaaa... "


DreamShade (aka DreamShde)
Player of Shadow and Light
Dreamweaver of the North

((Oh and the mun is Dave, Royal Pain in the Rear to his friends.))

 "To see a world in a grain of sand, and a heaven in a wildflower."
                                               -William Blake
 "Reality is what you make of it." - Unknown
 "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." -Some wise old sage
                              


Date: Mon, 29 Jul 1996 04:10:08 -0500 (CDT) From: Lady of the Roses <[email protected]> cc: BlackDragon <[email protected]> Subject: Death of a Friend

*a Messenger runs in and hands a letter to Dulcina* To Whom it may concern: This letter is to inform you that Lady Alisha Relluem, Widow of Jyhad, mother of Niam Crysalin Emerald, Lady of the Roses, Cleric of Maelkki, Lady-in-waiting to Her majesty Queen Angelsin. Is dead due to blood loss. Bite marks were found on her neck and wrists. Thank You signed anonymous

note from the mun: if ya all care to wanna know what happened find out ic *grins* i can't tell ya. steve would kill me if i did ic anyway so you're gonna have to live with it ;) anyway i'm getting my computer taken away the person who let me borrow it needs it back, angel and i are seeing about getting me a new one but i don't know whats gonna happen. so i'm gone if i do come back it'll be as niam she needs a mun anyway if not then well i guess its goodbye ......if ya wanna talk to the mun several ppl including angelsin has my #. i think most of my friends do if not then ask unless your some crazed loony no names given of course steve anyway we will see what happens in the future but for now its goodbye luv yas Melanie LadyLisha's mun ps this is my last night on irc so i won't see all the sappy e-mail you are all gonna send cause you just miss me so much sarcasm till the end catch ya on the flip side ps steve ya still owe me a tatt :P~


Date: Mon, 29 Jul 1996 16:51:31 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Re: A commentary


YOUR ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

    • HUGGLES THE STUFFINGS OUTTA ADAm~~%&&&&**


a cool experience.  

>Everyone should go sometime in their life. >-Adam >--

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Date: Mon, 29 Jul 1996 18:18:39 -0700 From: Adam <[email protected]> Subject: Re: A commentary


I like the idea, and would be glad to contribute anything I have. BTW all, I'm back fronm the Olympics. 'Twas really a cool experience. Everyone should go sometime in their life. -Adam -- "Have you talked to God recently?" "Yes, and she's black."

"Do or do not, there is no try."

"From Chaos comes order."

"Live hard, die young, leave a good-looking corpse."

Date: Mon, 29 Jul 1996 22:23:07 -0400 From: "Kerrinne Lynne Kl'ramordan" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: A commentary




>> Anyways, the bomb killed two people: a mother, and a Turkish camera man >> who had a heart-attack while running to the scene, so the bomb didn't >> actually kill him, it helped cause his death. >> -Adam

I was supposed to be there that night...but my sister and I were too tired after watching track and field and went home. Thank God for that, huh? It was scary, but I'm going out there this Saturday...::smirks::...just let some jerk stop me. I'll come back from the dead and haunt them.  ::giggles::

~Kerri's nutty mun Life is what you make it...so make it good. =)


Date: Mon, 29 Jul 1996 20:43:24 -0700 From: Adam <[email protected]> Subject: Re: A commentary


Queen of Arangoth wrote: > > YOUR ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 > > **HUGGLES THE STUFFINGS OUTTA ADAm~~%&&&&**


Well, I hope I'm alive. If not, I think I have a small problem. Does this being alive thing have anything to do with the bomb that went off in the Olympic Park? BTW, did anyone recieve the letter I sent to the list from the AT&T center. It would have been under a completly different address than mine, one provided by AT&T for trying out the internet through their service. Anyways, the bomb killed two people: a mother, and a Turkish camera man who had a heart-attack while running to the scene, so the bomb didn't actually kill him, it helped cause his death. -Adam -- "Have you talked to God recently?" "Yes, and she's black."

"Do or do not, there is no try."

"From Chaos comes order."

"Live hard, die young, leave a good-looking corpse."

Date: Mon, 29 Jul 1996 20:54:41 -0700 From: Adam <[email protected]> Subject: Re: A commentary


Adam wrote: > > Queen of Arangoth wrote: > > > > YOUR ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 > > > > **HUGGLES THE STUFFINGS OUTTA ADAm~~%&&&&** > > Well, I hope I'm alive. If not, I think I have a small problem. Does > this being alive thing have anything to do with the bomb that went off in > the Olympic Park? > BTW, did anyone recieve the letter I sent to the list from the AT&T > center. It would have been under a completly different address than > mine, one provided by AT&T for trying out the internet through their > service. > Anyways, the bomb killed two people: a mother, and a Turkish camera man > who had a heart-attack while running to the scene, so the bomb didn't > actually kill him, it helped cause his death. > -Adam > 111 people were hospitilized tho, and htat's a scary thought in itself. -Adam > "Have you talked to God recently?" > "Yes, and she's black." > > "Do or do not, there is no try." > > "From Chaos comes order." > > "Live hard, die young, leave a good-looking corpse."

-- "Have you talked to God recently?" "Yes, and she's black."

"Do or do not, there is no try."

"From Chaos comes order."

"Live hard, die young, leave a good-looking corpse."

Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 00:38:25 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> Subject: Departure....


  • Under the guidance of Fireice, Simon sets several crystals into place on

what seems to be a control board before his throne... A low rumble is then heard throughout the castle..*

  • Outside*
  • THe Massive Phoenix Castle spreads its huge crystalline wings, and slowly

rises into the Arangoth sky, the sunlight refeacting and reflecting off its surfaces in a dazzling light display.. The golden column on which it sat becomes a long trailing plumage of pure flame, and the Abyssal moat that once surrounded the castle slowly shrinks, returning to the smooth meadow it was before Simon's arrival... Higher and Higher, the castle rises, then, with an earth-shaking runble, the castle flies over the Inn and Castle black, a faint glint in the Castle's underbelly appearing briefly.. A message cylinder dropping into the castle courtyard addressed to AngelSin and BlkDragon..:

My Friends, It pains me to have to leave in this manner, but, I can no

longer withstand nor tolerate the unending insubordination I am faced with, not only by many citizens of Arangoth, but by many of its Lords of Political Power as well.... I always have been, and always will be your friend. Things have changed, Both of you have greatly changed since we first parted, and, since our re-uniting, I have changed as well... Not all changes seem to have been for the better, I daresay, and I need time away to deal with them... You know where to find me.....

Simon Horus Phoenix.::

  • The castle casts it's shadow briefly over the Pyramid of the Rose on its

way from the realm.... All over Asyr and Arangoth, a change can be felt in its peoples, a separation of sorts.. In Castle Black, BlkDragon himself suddenly feels an emptiness where a memory and a closeness once resided... In the Pyramid of the Rose, No amount of Magical shielding, nor act of resurrection can keep AngelSin from feeling something in her disappear.. Many others share this sudden loss, as if something once given has been taken again....*

((And for those who don't give a Darn, My departure is the only gift I grant.))

SimnFenix


Date: Mon, 29 Jul 1996 22:14:10 -0700 From: Adam <[email protected]> Subject: Re: A commentary


Kerrinne Lynne Kl'ramordan wrote: > > >> Anyways, the bomb killed two people: a mother, and a Turkish camera man > >> who had a heart-attack while running to the scene, so the bomb didn't > >> actually kill him, it helped cause his death. > >> -Adam > > I was supposed to be there that night...but my sister and I were too tired > after watching track and field and went home. Thank God for that, huh? It > was scary, but I'm going out there this Saturday...::smirks::...just let > some jerk stop me. I'll come back from the dead and haunt them.  ::giggles:: > > ~Kerri's nutty mun > Life is what you make it...so make it good. =)

I was at Track&Feild that day also. Just out of curiosity, did you see me? I was on the field level, in the handicapped section sitting next to my parents, my father whom was in an electric cart-type thingy since he had polio and it's the only way he can get around. I was weraing glasses, I have sorta curly/wavy brown hair down almost to my shoulders.

Ummm........ I don't have a clue what I was wearing.......  Anyways, did 

you see me? -Adam -- "Have you talked to God recently?" "Yes, and she's black."

"Do or do not, there is no try."

"From Chaos comes order."

"Live hard, die young, leave a good-looking corpse."

Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 00:07:12 -0700 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: A commentary



>I was supposed to be there that night...but my sister and I were too tired >after watching track and field and went home. Thank God for that, huh? It >was scary, but I'm going out there this Saturday...::smirks::...just let >some jerk stop me. I'll come back from the dead and haunt them.  ::giggles:: > >~Kerri's nutty mun >Life is what you make it...so make it good. =)

Kerri!! That's amazing!!! My mun wasn't there either.....Is that a coinky-dink or what?  ::giggles beneath her breath::





Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 03:15:35 -0400 From: "Kerrinne Lynne Kl'ramordan" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: A commentary


> >I was at Track&Feild that day also. Just out of curiosity, did you see >me? I was on the field level, in the handicapped section sitting next to >my parents, my father whom was in an electric cart-type thingy since he >had polio and it's the only way he can get around. I was weraing >glasses, I have sorta curly/wavy brown hair down almost to my shoulders. > Ummm........ I don't have a clue what I was wearing....... Anyways, did >you see me?

I'm sorry Adam...I was up on the fourth level..and everyone on ground level looked like ants. hehe. Had I realized you would have been there...I would have looked for you. =)

throws some ?????'s and !!!!!'s at Aliastra and her mun and giggles with

her:: <w> You nut....go to bed...

~Kerri's nutty mun Life's what you make it...so make it good.


Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 05:11:13 -0500 From: Rue <[email protected]> Subject: Re: A commentary


Adam wrote: > > "From Chaos comes order." >

Is that from the Recluce books? It sounds like something from them... -- Rue http://www.io.com/~jimmie/kirsy/home.html

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Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 09:02:19 -0400 From: Roy Saba <[email protected]> Subject: A silent return


This is just to inform you all, That I have indeed returned from my journies, and hope to see you you all soon in the inn.

Shadrak MacAllister

Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 18:44:27 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..


First off I didn't say anyone couldn't RPG Damnit.. I'm getting real tierd of this shit. I sent out an email to let people KNOW what I was talking about, since I have emailed the same damn request over and over and over again and alot of people dind't seem to understand.

> I have heard it said by a few who endorse the "closed story lines" (in >order to defend their arguments about closing the SLs on the mail list), >that the written story lines are not the same as role playing. Angel, I >think we are all well aware at this time how to RP. Just as you get tired >of "This whole magic crap and God pc is screwing with the storyline.." I >too get tired of the assumptions that many of us are "God pcs wanting to >screw with storylines".

NOR did I say ALL god pc's wanted to screw up the storyline.. I did not generalize..i simply stated the FACTS. Those of who have come jumping into the story etc.. happen to have been God PC's or magicians.

> I understand your position that you don't want your SL to be messed up >but hey that's what life is about and thats what RPing is about too, good >RPing anyway....We don't live in a bubble and neither do our PCs. That's >what makes RPing interesting and exciting, not knowing what lurks around >the corner from our actions or who will respond to our actions.

IN the email I sent there was an example I wrote..I KNOW people will interact with the story I don't care..but when it comes to MUN vs PC knowlege there I do care.. it takes creative RPG to get around Mun knowlege.

But when you bring it to the Inn, I, for one, am not in the Inn to

>be a captive audience member.

There are no captive member's... there are at least 10 different plots going on in the Inn at once..I don't pay attention to all of them..I can't..I made the Inn so I could roleplay in..I don't see anything wrong with asking someone to please respect my roleplaying and not jump in with something that could ultimatly not only change the plot but possibly end it when I'm not ready for it to end.

I am there to RP...I *will* react to things >that I find apropirate, just as the mun would react to something if she saw >it, when she goes out ('cept she doesn't see as much action when she goes >out  :-) ) When you are in the Inn, SLs are up for grabs to venture into >as one sees fit.

> Tell you what, if someone less experienced than yourself with RPing >does something really lame, msg him/her and tell them that their "magic >crap and God pc is screwing with the storyline". Treat each individual PC >individually. But please, don't lump all the rest of us into the reject >pile.

I HAVE done that and it obviously doesn't work..the reason I put this list up is so that we could discuss stuff about the inn and stories..and that's what I'm doing.

>I think the US and THEM attitude that I have witnessed in several >people over the This-is-closed,-damn-it saga is alienating alot of people >and beginning to annoy many more. It does wonders for a few egos, but over >all, it is *not* something that will benefit the inn.

As I've stated before..it's got little to do with Roleplaying and NOTHING to do with US and THEM but more with respect of another's ideas and imagination.. take it for what you want though..for I see many people cannot understand I'm making a simple request and are taking it the wrong way and getting mad about it.

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Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 12:15:26 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Storylines and how they work..


It has come to my attention that once again a plot has been sorta messed up..


As far as the whole Angel/Narisa/Dellila/Sun/Spectre/Blkdragon etc story goes let me give you a hand on how this works

We have it set to CLOSED story line..that means if you want to post something to it..you need to email the PEOPLE in the story with your addition to see if it's ok..they will post it for you if it works

IN THE INN: LIVE ROLEPLAYING

MSG the people involved in the storyline FIRST before you start roleplaying..ask them if it's ok if your character does this or that..

This whole magic crap and God pc is screwing with the storyline..

Dellila has powers..she's baaaaaaad...she cannot just be defeated by anyone Angel has little powers at this point, she's pregnant and the spell from dellila is still covering her and narisa blocking ANY magical interference Narisa is human..no powers...(least none seen yet) Spectre has powers..I don't know them all but he's just not another warrior Sun'zen.. he has alot of powers..ESPECIALLY in his pyramid.. it's a very powerful force..you can't just walk into it..And you cannot probe his mind like that and have the answers to the WHOLE story.. not unless he ok's it BLKDRAGON has lots of magic and is very strong..he's a big mean and very pissed off dragon

The moral of this story?? AGAIN differinciate MUN knowledge and PC knowledge.. you may be magic, you may be able to read minds, you may be able to see visions, you may be able to leap a friggin building in a single bound but REMEMBER you are NOT dealing with just average characters and you are not the most powerful mage/wizard/whatever there is... use some imagination in RPG..We don't want a quick ending to this story..we want creativity and good stories to end it..

This is a very interesting plot goin on..Angel and Narisa that are back in the Inn are the clones..they are IDENTICAL to the real ones except for thier personalities that have been switched..and of course the SOULS that cannot be duplicated..you can notice that something isn't right..but in reality..would you right away jump to the conclusion that "THIS IS A CLONE?!" no..you wouldn't...

If you want to RP in this just msg one of us..throw and idea past us and we will let you know if it works...it's what we do with eachother and it's what works and doesn't piss people off..

Thanks all..**huggles and shit**

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Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 12:34:46 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Re: A commentary OFFICIALLY OVER


YEs this subject is over..btw sylv..that was a great idea! I never replyed to it sorry.. :)


>:::waiting for AngelSin to declare this string null and void...since it no longer has the slightest resemblance to my commentary on storylines and possible books :( > >~Syl~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all. > > >

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Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 12:39:48 -0700 (PDT) From: Syl <[email protected]> Subject: Re: A commentary


At 05:11 AM 7/30/96 -0500, you wrote: > >

waiting for AngelSin to declare this string null and void...since it no longer has the slightest resemblance to my commentary on storylines and possible books :(

~Syl~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.


Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 16:26:05 -0400 (EDT) From: "Hudson's Petting Zoo" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: A commentary


Actually, there was an exchange in Blazing Saddles... Howard Johnson: You know, Nietzsche (sp??) says 'out of chaos comes order.' Samuel Johnson: Aw, blow it out your ass, Howard.

InsanEric

On Tue, 30 Jul 1996, Rue wrote: > Adam wrote: > > > > "From Chaos comes order."

> Is that from the Recluce books? It sounds like something from > them...


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Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 19:19:39 -0400 (EDT) From: "Potts Cest' Evalion" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..


At 12:15 PM 7/30/96 -0700, Queen of Arangoth wrote: > > >It has come to my attention that once again a plot has been sorta messed up..


Just my thought...but if you play the SL in the Inn, you are satisfying your vorueristic needs to have ppl watch your SL. If it's done in front of me...I'm gonna Role-play my character in turn. If it's Potts...hes gonna sit back...glare a couple of times and chuckle. However, if it's Talis, and he sees something that is offensive, he's gonna get involved, with or without anyones permission. If somethings happening that offends my character, my PCs wouldn't be coming up to yours and say..."Excuse me, do you mind if I join in the fun" He's gonna jump in kicken some butt.

If you don't want ppl to get involved in SL's, or you want them to ask your permission first, they should be done in private, not in the Inn. If it's in the Inn, then anyone has the oppurtunity, and the right, to enter into

  • any* SL.

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Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 16:32:21 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..


I absolutly disagree potts...to get involved is ONE thing..but to use MUN knowlege to screw up a plot is another... that is what I'm talking about..if I have a character that's in the inn and is killing everyone, of course all would jump in..What I'm talking about is the knowlege that one gets via this list and using it in the inn... for example

A new character comes into the inn named broomhilda.

on the list it is announced by her mun that she is a wicked witch that is coming to kill dulcina.

Everyone reads that post...getting into the story..then Joeblow sees broomhilda enter the inn and jumps up and attacks her stating that he can read her mind and knows she is there to attack dulcina.


get it?


>Just my thought...but if you play the SL in the Inn, you are satisfying your >vorueristic needs to have ppl watch your SL. If it's done in front of >me...I'm gonna Role-play my character in turn. If it's Potts...hes gonna >sit back...glare a couple of times and chuckle. However, if it's Talis, and >he sees something that is offensive, he's gonna get involved, with or >without anyones permission. If somethings happening that offends my >character, my PCs wouldn't be coming up to yours and say..."Excuse me, do >you mind if I join in the fun" He's gonna jump in kicken some butt. > >If you don't want ppl to get involved in SL's, or you want them to ask your >permission first, they should be done in private, not in the Inn. If it's >in the Inn, then anyone has the oppurtunity, and the right, to enter into >*any* SL. > >The mun behind the Evil > >Talis Wyrmsbane >Warden of Loreil >Protector of all that is Good >http://www.geocities.com/TimesSquare/4708 > It's not just a web page, it's my own little hunk of Net > > >

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Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 21:06:11 -0400 From: [email protected] (Dave Soltys) Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..

       ((Hmmm... thinks he should finally put his 1 and 1/2 sense in on

this mailing list since he has said little before.))

       Concerning Pott's suggestion, it is understandable that when a

storyline enters into a live public roleplay that outside characters would interact since it would be an open situation as in real life (ANd I feel its the spirit of the freeform environment of BDI and the old RDI...)), but also as Angel says it would be rude for someone to just say approach the clones of Angel and Narsissa and find that they ARE clones and stab them to death or somethin'.

       I really hate when ppl play omniscient and figure they know

everything. It really does take the fun out of roleplays (And makes ya crave the dice and level grap of the very structured TSR system.) When I usually have god like characters for whatever reason, they usually never appear in actual live rps much and seem to appear only in BIG plots. (Usually some mentor type...) I try to play around those situations where it would ruin roleplay fun and so try to play the character as little as live as possible, but at times a plot might need some demigod type character to fill it out, etc (Add to the mystery of the RPG).

       Well thats my 1 and 1/2 cents on this for now...


DreamShade (aka DreamShde)
Player of Shadow and Light
Dreamweaver of the North

((Oh and the mun is Dave, Royal Pain in the Rear to his friends.))

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Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 20:14:07 -0500 From: Mickey <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..


At 07:19 PM 7/30/96 -0400, you wrote: > > >At 12:15 PM 7/30/96 -0700, Queen of Arangoth wrote: >> >> >>It has come to my attention that once again a plot has been sorta messed up.. > > >Just my thought...but if you play the SL in the Inn, you are satisfying your >vorueristic needs to have ppl watch your SL. If it's done in front of >me...I'm gonna Role-play my character in turn. If it's Potts...hes gonna >sit back...glare a couple of times and chuckle. However, if it's Talis, and >he sees something that is offensive, he's gonna get involved, with or >without anyones permission. If somethings happening that offends my >character, my PCs wouldn't be coming up to yours and say..."Excuse me, do >you mind if I join in the fun" He's gonna jump in kicken some butt.

Blah....I don't have anything to say about alla that up there..

> >If you don't want ppl to get involved in SL's, or you want them to ask your >permission first, they should be done in private, not in the Inn. If it's >in the Inn, then anyone has the oppurtunity, and the right, to enter into >*any* SL. >

Now THIS....I have a STRONG opinion on!.....I agree wholeheartedly, if it's private, keep it that way! Don't go prancing around a ***PUBLIC*** place and say "((Don't interfere))", lest you incur my wrath ::cackles insanely::


Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 18:49:55 -0700 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..


Angel,

    I have spoken my peace to a couple of people without going through the

mail list, but since it keeps rearing it's ugly head here on the mail list, I feel it time to say a few words in public.

    I have heard it said by a few who endorse the "closed story lines" (in

order to defend their arguments about closing the SLs on the mail list), that the written story lines are not the same as role playing. Angel, I think we are all well aware at this time how to RP. Just as you get tired of "This whole magic crap and God pc is screwing with the storyline.." I too get tired of the assumptions that many of us are "God pcs wanting to screw with storylines".

    I understand your position that you don't want your SL to be messed up

but hey that's what life is about and thats what RPing is about too, good RPing anyway....We don't live in a bubble and neither do our PCs. That's what makes RPing interesting and exciting, not knowing what lurks around the corner from our actions or who will respond to our actions.

    I agree with Talis' mun, if you want to keep it closed circuit and

just write to an audience within the mail list, then that's one thing, and I can choose to simply not read the stories if I don't want to be a 'puter potato. But when you bring it to the Inn, I, for one, am not in the Inn to be a captive audience member. I am there to RP...I *will* react to things that I find apropirate, just as the mun would react to something if she saw it, when she goes out ('cept she doesn't see as much action when she goes out  :-) ) When you are in the Inn, SLs are up for grabs to venture into as one sees fit.

   Tell you what, if someone less experienced than yourself with RPing

does something really lame, msg him/her and tell them that their "magic crap and God pc is screwing with the storyline". Treat each individual PC individually. But please, don't lump all the rest of us into the reject pile. I think the US and THEM attitude that I have witnessed in several people over the This-is-closed,-damn-it saga is alienating alot of people and beginning to annoy many more. It does wonders for a few egos, but over all, it is *not* something that will benefit the inn.



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Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 22:11:16 -0400 (EDT) From: "Hudson's Petting Zoo" <[email protected]> Subject: For Windows '95 users (fwd)


Here's another good one..

InsanEric


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Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 14:50:47 -0500 Subject: For Windows '95 users

A joke, culled from the pages of "Playboy," September 1996, issue:

Shortly after Bill Gates was killed in a freak accident, he found himself being sized up by Saint Peter. "Bill, this is a tough call. You've made great technological advancements with Microsoft, but you've also given us Windows '95. I think I'm going to let you choose between heaven and hell." "That sounds fair," Gates replied. "Can I have a look at hell first?" Saint Peter showed his guest a wonderland of sunny beaches, beautiful women, sumptuous food and an ideal climate. "If this is hell," Gates exclaimed, "I want to see heaven." Saint Peter led the way through the billowy clouds filled with angels playing golden harps."Hmm," Gates pondered. "This is nice, but I think I prefer hell." Two weeks later, Saint Peter went to hell to check on the billionaire. He found him shackled to a wall, surrounded by shooting flames and tormenting demons. "Saint Peter!" Gates cried. "This is awful! This is nothing like the hell I visited. What happened to that other place, the one with the beaches, the beautiful women and the delicious food?' "Oh, that," Saint Peter replied. "That was just a demo."


Well, at least I laughed.

Alan Girton


Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 20:22:00 -0600 (MDT) From: Stef <[email protected]> Subject: Gates...Bill Gates

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Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 22:34:34 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..


Having deleted the message for sake pf space, the current line of letters should say a Lot about why Simon and his Cohorts have withdrawn from Arangoth entirely.. The IC vs. OOC arguements, Interference, the "God PC" Complaints.. (A problem I was working on.), and, I must admit Kaejo's protest towards being asked not to interfere... These and many other matters have made Arangoth a battleground Not for PC's, but for Clashing personalities and Ideals....There always have been and always will be ppl who do not initially understand that some permission should be asked before joining a plot. Yes, in RL, people would jump in to help something out, but, In RL, these people would Not be jumping in with knowledge of everything.. ((Andie's PC vs. Mun knowledge.)) Threatening people who ask others not to interfere shows not only a lack of respect, but a lack of integrity and maturity as well... ((Kaejo's wrath.)) If we really want to help things go smoothly, a little patience, an the ability to say "Time out, let me explain something" is highly helpful.. ((A quality Sun`Zen has shown me on many an occasion...)) Come on, People, take a few steps back, have a drink, and relax a bit.. We're all in one big play, and we have to follow a script whether we like it or not, whether we know the answers or not.

Bryan, Simon's Mundane, and DM of the Phoenecian Empire



Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 22:05:13 -0600 (MDT) From: Stef <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..and I'm gone Cc: [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],

       [email protected]


~To all friends and acquaintances of the Black Dragon Inn~ (which is a darn lot of people) ;)...

               This is going to be difficult for me to write this...I'm not

one to usually be front-line yelling about all the injustices of the world and how things "should" or "shouldn't" be (except in my own world :) )...I now face my fear of speaking my mind (which those of you who know me best know I can do quite proficiently when my dander's up), possibly against some of those who I have known in the RP world for quite awhile now....but things have just gotten to a point on here where I can no longer enjoy being around the inn..or around some of you.

       First of all, before I start getting brutally honest here, I will

above all commend Andie on the wonderful job she did organizing this inn together. I met Andie on AOL well over a year ago and we both share the knowledge of how repressive those insufferable twits who call themselves "RDI's" can be...well..*most* of them..I happen to know a couple who are pretty nice. ;) So the concept of an inn...a community..on here was great and I know she's worked her ass off and pulled out some hair getting stuff straight and dealing with the daily BS that goes on here. It was wonderful knowing I had a place to roleplay other than AOL with some new and familiar faces...and it wouldn't be draining my bank account from month to month. Andie...you've got it set up...quit stressing yourself out over it and enjoy what you and everyone has helped create..and screw the hackers.

       Anyways as time goes by, especially after I returned to online after

me and my husband's move this summer, a few things have *definitely* changed on here. Maybe it's not for me to be the active voice in invoking change on here...maybe it's not my place--I certainly am left feeling that way sometimes....but I *do* know what makes me leave my computer each night laughing to myself or feeling touched by a particular story I read...just basically overall feeling good. And I definitely knows what makes me feel like shit. Unfortunately, of late...I've been feeling plenty of the latter. I think a large part of it is me..maybe I am burnt out from RPing online...maybe I just need to go in a new direction with it. But I know alot of it also has to do with the things I watch, hear, and read on here as well. So I will just address a couple of things that i've seen, offer my humble point of view, make my peace and go.

       First of all...storylines. Man...talk about your double-edged sword.

On one hand..no one likes some pc just walking in, waving their magic wand, and making all the ills of the world (or SL) right again. I mean..what's the fun in that? Where's the sturggle? The interaction? If the real world were such an easy place...I think it'd be pretty damned boring. Bryan..I am not naming you to pick on you...but since you have been the focus of this issue lately, I'll address you although I know there are *several* others out there who play similar pc's whether they want to admit it or not. Bryan...I had the pleasure of Rping with you before on AOL..and folks..despite whatever he has done or not done on here..he was a *great* character on AOL. I mean...as RedJasmyne, we played great together for a brief period of time then we drifted our own ways as many pc's tend to do. I must admit...you've changed somewhat since you've been on here..and I don't know why. Everyone visualizes their character being 'perfect'...whether in skill, power, looks, alignment,..hell..even inperfectedness. There's nothing wrong with making your pc the best that it can be...but there is a fine line between acheiving that and frankly being an overbearing god-like pc that might as well have created the world, invented the cure for cancer, and thought up sliced bread all in one day. Bryan...before you get all huffy about this, I also want to add...on the other hand...as a roleplaying community, it is ideal for everyone to help you maintain that balance..after all..that is one of our functions to each other..check and balance (i.e. "Hey...I really like your idea of kidnapping LordJoeBlow and turning him into a lizard for insulting your travestite were/vamp-sweetie" or "Listen...I think stomping your foot on the ground and blowing a trumpet out of your ass, causing the whole kingdom of Asyr to collapse, and saving the Queen."the end" is a tad too unrealistic..even for RP"). Honesty is the key people...if you can't take the contructive criticism..it's time to move on..and on the flipside..if you cannot offer *constructive* criticism (as opposed to totally flaming someone)..then you need a new pasttime. Bryan, I personally apologize if I have caused any hard feelings with you...good luck whereever you may go.

      On the other hand... making storylines "exclusive"...I'm afraid I

both disagree and agree on various points. I have to side more with Potts...if something is being played in a public inn, as far as I'm concerned...it's open game to any and all pc's in that room. In my opinion...if you absolutely don't want someone wandering over and asking "Milady...may I be of assistance"..it's alot more time-saving just to go to a private room with your players than to msg every single person that tries to add their little part...or worse yet..ignoring them or being openly rude as I have often seen done. Do you know how it feels to be ignored? I sure do....I'm not expecting to be named "Female PC PLayer" of the year..but I feel I can do a pretty reasonable job of Rping. Which leads me to Pott's other point...it *is* pretty redundant and silly to play any pc in a public room such as the inn if you cannot naturally react to what is going on in the room...especially if there *is* 10 or so SL's going on all at once. What are we...individuals in little plastic bubbles with no contact with each other? Cardboard figurines propped in chairs and along the bar as part of the scenery for a few [players? To me...that is not roleplaying..that is merely having to stand on the sidelines and watch the play and make smalltalk with other sideliners who also so very much want to be in the script. A good roleplayed story utilizes strengths and weaknesses of many characters...not a couple of people who play multiple pc's just to fill out a single story. The "god" factor aside, there is little to no risk in having different mixes of pc's with different muns...it adds more flavor to the story and enriches it...and it is always exciting to see the twists and turns a story takes as a result of a collaboration of minds. :) To me it seems pretty hypocritical of some people to say "Please ask permission before jumping into this story" but to be guilty of doing the same thing themselves. I cannot speak for Darren...but I certainly will speak for myself. When we started the Asyr storyline, thanks to the generosity of two very talented writers, I've tried to keep the story open...it was very exciting to play...then it somewhere along the way got too systemized and "exclusive". I never did once say to someone "You can't play because you didn't ask us first"...the only thing I have done recently is request on behalf of the writers that the SL be ended as they had requested. I personally didn't mind other groups jumping into the Asyr SL as long as it maintained its integrity and I guess basically I am trusting enough to assume they will..so I think in terms of that, please try not to be so harsh on others who show an interest...beleive me..it's the sincerest form of flattery next to being imitated...it means you are playing a story well and attracting potential interest. When you kill the interest, you eventually kill the atmosphere you are trying to create.

       Okay...last gripe...ops. I don't want a part of them anymore..screw

'em. First of all...I don't even know why the hell I have them. Obviously I do not actively use them (mostly out of fear for being yelled at for doing so)..and even if I wanted to..I don't know how. Suzanna has been about the only person who has truly made any kind of effort to educate me on the intricities of bots and such (thanks Suz ;) ). The other night I was so pissed..I just snapped off my computer and left the room (which is rare for me to just do that to my modem and walk away). There was some jerk named Tsar trying a takeover (which he succeeded in the arena for awhile) and I was all ready to do whatever I could do to help. If being ordered "Just get out of the arena" then being totally ignored is the function of an op...then I *willingly* thumb my nose at the whole nonsense and toss it. I was not questioning those in question to be a smartass...I truly just wanted to understand..there might've been a future time and similar situation...I merely just wanted to learn how to work in such a situation. I just thought maybe I deserved a little more respect than that. Oh well...it's done with..kindly deop me thank you very much.

       *sigh* There..I feel a little better. Please keep in mind..this is

not a flame...not a standard "air my gripe" letter...this is my goodbye..with my reasons and feelings behind it. I don't care if you understand it or not, but if you do, it is much appreciated. I have to do this...I am tired of the arrogant attitudes that are dividing us, I have been fighting with with someone whom I love dearly as a close friend..over what? Stupid ic stuff that somehow overlaps into OOC conversation. Ooh yucky..I recommend that you don't go there...it just plain hurts. I just wanted to state to this person again (and you know who you are ::winks a periwinkle eye::) that I am truly sorry for anything harsh or mean I uttered in the heat of argument...the words I often most regret, both saying and hearing, are the ones that take the longest to heal.

       I am not planning on leaving the IRC...fortunately I have had the

good fortune to know a few of the muns behind the pc's who I like immensely. However...I am leaving the BDI as I know it and I am unsubscribing from the lists (so those of you want to respond, send it privately..I certainly won't be reading your praises and nastygrams on this list). I am pursuing an on-line DM'd campaign with a good friend in September...I may look into email RPG...and very definitely am in the process of joining SCA and doing the real thing (for those of you wondering...SCA is not like ska...it's a medieval roleplaying/reenactment kind of group with all the costumes, trades, festivities, and weapons...fun stuff).

       I thank those of you who I had the pleasure knowing IC as Tir`Aimee,

Laeral, Rhiannonn, or Jasmyne...and those of you that never gave me the chance, I'm not even gonna justify it with a "screw you"...it just simply doesn't matter to me anymore.

                               Best wishes and all that rot, 
                                               Stephanie aka Stef

(p.s.) For the two or three of you in suspense of my posted story...Rhiannonn did indeed escape and gave birth to OneStab's son...Thierry. Did she sacrifice it to the demons of the dark forces as she darkly hinted at...or provide a safe and secret keeping for it? Your hint.....Siobhanne helped deliver the child...and the child is alive and well. Ciao! >:)




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Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 21:52:16 -0700 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..


>First off I didn't say anyone couldn't RPG Damnit.. I'm getting real tierd >of this shit.

blinks:: I dont recall anyone saying otherwise

>I sent out an email to let people KNOW what I was talking >about, since I have emailed the same damn request over and over and over >again and alot of people dind't seem to understand. >NOR did I say ALL god pc's wanted to screw up the storyline.. I did not >generalize..i simply stated the FACTS. Those of who have come jumping into >the story etc.. happen to have been God PC's or magicians.

I havent seen anyone jump into a closed SL. However, I repeat, if you have seen this happen, msg them or talk to them privately about your dislikes with them joining in on your SL. Personally, I find closed SLs to be steril and uninteresting but thats my own personal feeling


>> I understand your position that you don't want your SL to be messed up >>but hey that's what life is about and thats what RPing is about too, good >>RPing anyway....We don't live in a bubble and neither do our PCs. That's >>what makes RPing interesting and exciting, not knowing what lurks around >>the corner from our actions or who will respond to our actions.

>IN the email I sent there was an example I wrote..I KNOW people will >interact with the story I don't care..but when it comes to MUN vs PC >knowlege there I do care.. it takes creative RPG to get around Mun knowlege. >

I agree with you here Angel, and a good RPer will only RP off of what they know to be true from what's in front of them at the time, not from what their mun knows. However, keep in mind that a PC could have also seen your strengths and weaknesses in the past and be legitimately playing off of that knowledge, not the muns knowledge. *Treat each individual PC individually*. As for interrupting a SL, if left to their own devises, the good RPers will only interrupt when the SL calls to them to be a part of it (without being told when to/when not to jump in), and will not intend to ruin your SL....and the lamers won't listen to you when you request that they not ruin the SL anyway.  ::shrugs:: So just ignore them. If their responses are that bad, no one with any RPing skill is gonna pay attention to them anyway.


>>I think the US and THEM attitude that I have witnessed in several >>people over the This-is-closed,-damn-it saga is alienating alot of people >>and beginning to annoy many more. It does wonders for a few egos, but over >>all, it is *not* something that will benefit the inn.

>As I've stated before..it's got little to do with Roleplaying and NOTHING to >do with US and THEM but more with respect of another's ideas and >imagination.. take it for what you want though..for I see many people cannot >understand I'm making a simple request and are taking it the wrong way and >getting mad about it.

This entire paragraph is where we are mainly in disagreement. It has EVERYTHING to do with roleplaying and the segregationist attitude that has been displayed is taking its toll on the mail list and the patrons of the Inn. Several people have left the mail list because of this very reason.

No hard feelings intended here. Mun just couldn't keep mum any longer.  :-)



                     Aliastra Gaia Archrelar Amon
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Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 22:47:11 -0700 From: Adam <[email protected]> Subject: Re: A commentary


Actually, think of it as a basic Chaos theory summed up. -Adam -- "Have you talked to God recently?" "Yes, and she's black."

"Do or do not, there is no try."

"From Chaos comes order."

"Live hard, die young, leave a good-looking corpse."

Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 02:37:21 -0400 From: [email protected] (Dave Soltys) Subject: The Northern Plains (A dilema)...


((Within the walls of Dream's Northern Towering IceCovered Retreat))

       The light cascaded through a stainglassed masterpiece catching fine

particles of dust in its multicolored hues filtering into a quite elaborate room shelved with many books, housing an array of optical lenses,prisms, and finely cut crystals hanging about, and showcasing a wonderful masterpiece in its center. Upon a small raised marble gold-laden pedistal, a large apparatus of the heavens, finely detailed with many colored orbs and firy gemlike stars, crawled in an ever-changing revolving complexity of mechanical and metallic precision. The astronomical mechanical wonder of the heavens slowly laying out the courses of countless stars and planets with a large golden orb centered upon which everything was affixed and whose base rested within a small ebony glossy box which creaked and ticked with hidden mechanical secrets.

       A long slender, elvin hand moved with grace holding a fine feathered

quill marking symbols of a dead and ancient mathimatical art upon a fine parchment. The elvin hand paused splattering ink across the neat markingss as a slender, high-cheek boned pale face of elvin form yet seemingly alien with its overbearing large marine blue eyes gazed up around the room which look very tired and frustrated with large bags under his eyes. DreamShade stared for awhile in a fuming frustration of inner conflict (who seldom revealed his true nature to any at all, hiding behind a many face and story (in the inn of course), only to feel safe within his residence) as his tired gaze stared starkly at the revolving mechanical wonder. He stuttered and grumbled staring back at the ink blot.. "WHY!? Tis its been so long an yet I can nay figure it out... WHY! WHY? WHY!"

       DreamShade turned back to his desk pulling forth a small flat iron

strongbox lay next to his scrolls. Opening the box, a red felt interior snuggly held a large round carved stone disc which held a weaving and twisting spiral and crossing of many lines. A pattern perfectly carved in the dark, smoke colored marblelike stone with a nature that seemed to change with each glance; a fractalized infinitety of a weaving curve keeping a many secrets. "I WILL HAVE THEE YET!! YEILD TO ME.... TIS ONLY TO FIGURE WHEN!!" cursed and grumbled the slender elvin figure as he slowly traced the weaving line of the pattern until he could follow nomore. Dream looked on again in a frustrated, lost gaze.

       "BAA!!"... Suddenly, Dream slammed the ironbox closed and stood

abruptly to face the mechanical wonder within the center of the room. "Now... tis lets see again..." ...turning to the markings on his scrolls and than back to the heavenly clockwork... "Ahh!... " ...a sleepy gaze twinkled... "Mayhaps thee alignment be than of 2 cycles of the moon and a three..." ...moved his slender elvin fingers tracing paths in the air within the model heaven... "than thee red mystery should cross the path and enter unto the gaze of the lion.... TIS a Seven heavenly alignment!" ...eyes alighted with inspiration. "Now to see!" Dream placed his hand within the black base to twist at a few hidden levers and dials as the mechanical wonder swirled round and round until.... *CLANK, CRACK, AND SNAP*... Dream's heavens collapsed before him as the moon collided with the red orb and cracked the whole of the apparatus... "EEE! AI! ACK!" shouted Dream who gabbered on in ancient curses. Standing for a silent pause with some stark blank stare at the machine with eyes now alight with an inner blue fire, he fumed from within. With a quick jolt and heave, he grabbed the mechanical contraption knocking the pedistal to the floor with a loud crash and crack and ran full-force toward the stained window. Blinding white light gave way as Dream tossed the contraption through the colored glass. Staring down out unto the white, bleak snowy ice-strewn shoreline far below, he hollared out, "BAA! NAY YEE INFERNAL CHEAP HANDIWORK!! DAMN GNOMES NAY CAN MODEL WHAT YEE DON'T UNDERSTAND!!..... OHHHH WHY!!!??... NOW TO WAIT FOR ANOTHER... AND TO WHAT END!!??" Dream turned to the cracked pedistol with an insane stare, and started pounding into it fuming within of many restless hours... "Tis nay what I get for so much work?! Why?! To give my life away in here... many months from thee realm and friends... and little contact... to fume and ponder over the PAST!!!" Suddenly, he turned back to the window and ran forth to raise a fist to the frozen ice-covered plain stretching to infinety as his eyes locked on the small emcampment afar among a low stretch of rocky hills and strange stone remains. "YEE ARE NAY GOING TO BEAT ME SO!! I WILL LEARN THY SECRETS STILL!! TO DIG AND DIG UNTIL I FIND... I KNOW WHY I AM HERE... TWAS FATE SET ME TO UNLOCK THY HIDDEN PAST!!...AND YOU WILL YEILD TO ME YET!?... I WILL HAVE WHAT ONLY I HERE IN STORY AND LEGEND!!" Frustrated with a great mental imbalance, he fell forth onto the window sill spilling tears of sleepless insanity upon the stone surface freezing to the cold wind without.

       Just than, a loud, mumbled gibberish of language rang though the

room from beyond a doorway... "Sir Rhaellon Sir Rhael... "

((OOC, the past post and the next one or two will be a intro to some plotseeds I am trying to throw 'bout... Probably composed of more than one story in all... it will be open to alot of ideas... I have quite alot of stuff written on my sputtering imagination and just throwing up alittle... Will take any inquiry via email... right now though I will just feed this story alittle because I am looking at Angel's plot and waiting to see where that goes...))


DreamShade (aka DreamShde)
Player of Shadow and Light
Dreamweaver of the North

((Oh and the mun is Dave, Royal Pain in the Rear to his friends.))

 "To see a world in a grain of sand, and a heaven in a wildflower."
                                               -William Blake
 "Reality is what you make of it." - Unknown
 "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." -Some wise old sage
                              

Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 02:14:23 -0500 From: Rue <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..


Dave Soltys wrote:

> Concerning Pott's suggestion, it is understandable that when a > storyline enters into a live public roleplay that outside characters would > interact since it would be an open situation as in real life (ANd I feel its > the spirit of the freeform environment of BDI and the old RDI...)), but also > as Angel says it would be rude for someone to just say approach the clones > of Angel and Narsissa and find that they ARE clones and stab them to death > or somethin'.

This is quite annoying... I have seen this way too many times, and this has happened to me plenty of times... I often try to shift the plot I'm workin' on and use the events to my advantage... That's something I have learned to do. I always plan out the general idea (ISEA!) of the plot before I start it... But i never realize how it's going to end until I'm ready to end it. The ideas are just so vague, that I HAVE to use the events in the inn for the details. Such as with the Negaverse plot. All I started with was Zoisite. A character. I had nothing for her to do. So I directed her for the 7 crystals. But how could I relate them to the inn? How could I let people know about them? And she gained an intrested in Lysira because of the crystals in Lysira's hair (i know it's lame, but it works. And I was only there for 'bout 3 weeks.). I believe that this is not only the first time I met Sira, but that was the beginning of a major plot of mine.

With the current plot. I am currently writing a book right now, and this plot is helping me do so. The original plan was for Aylaishia to be the antagonist. But after a bit of shifting, and some inspirations, Isea came into being, and Aylaishia was shifted to one of the protagonists. Tonight for example... I had to make sudden changes, rewriting a lot of it, since the fact that Aylaishia's past has been revealed to half of the inn and I didn't plan on that until another time. And the spell on Arianeira has been broken (I think), which I didn't plan on happening either.

> I really hate when ppl play omniscient and figure they know > everything. It really does take the fun out of roleplays (And makes ya crave > the dice and level grap of the very structured TSR system.) When I usually > have god like characters for whatever reason, they usually never appear in > actual live rps much and seem to appear only in BIG plots. (Usually some > mentor type...) I try to play around those situations where it would ruin > roleplay fun and so try to play the character as little as live as possible, > but at times a plot might need some demigod type character to fill it out, > etc (Add to the mystery of the RPG). > That's what Aylaishia is right now. I try to avoid fights with her, and I only talk, which I enjoy a WHOLE lot with this character, because I enjoy speaking with puzzles. To this time, I can count only 2 major fights that Ayla has gotten into... Ayla vs. Deth, and Ayla vs Arianeira. And I talked to the muns and we had planned out the endings of the fights.

What I tried to do, was tried to get as many people as I possibly could involved into my plot. Now I have people siding with Rue, with Ayla and with Isea.

To my point. I like for RPGs to have a lot of people. When I went to the Battle Games camp out, we played a game of Rifts, and a game of AD&D. Both games had about 8, 10, 11 people in 'em... And they were SO much fun because of all of the variety in 'em! I mean, in the Rifts game we had all of these generic characters... But then a giant blue guy and a giant canary... I don't know what they are, but those were the names we called 'em. If you leave it like that, you leave out the variety... I finally got annoying to me that the only people in my Negaverse plot were Jimmie, Adam, Kevin (Mal), and I, so I started gettin' sick of it. *shrug*

-- Rue http://www.io.com/~jimmie/kirsy/home.html

Keep Sailor Moon alive!! SOS(Support our Sailors)!! http://looney.physics.sunysb.edu/~daffy/sos/

"I've come here for a purpose," he said to her. "I'm looking for someone. A little girl. Her age would be seven, maybe eight gates. She is called Rue."

Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 01:16:08 -0600 From: [email protected] (OneStab) Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..


My few comments.

Unfortunately, I feel somewhat responsible for the "exclusionary" RP problem. The Asyri/Arangoth line was never intended to be "closed." Though somehow that idea was conveyed. Nevertheless, I did write the first "you need permission to play" letter. In this case, it was simply because *I* was under oath to protect a copywrite. This permission only applied to Asyri characters. Anyone and everyone was welcome to kick Xandur in the teeth when he came to the inn. :)

I am utterly opposed to the direction the "exclusions" have taken.

Potts is precisely correct, if you do not wish others involved in the line, for heaven's sake, do NOT go into the inn and play the line. Live RP is supposed to be filled with other's involvement, their characters changing and evolving lines as they develop. Otherwise, you are RPing a script. Scripts are better written here on the list. Live RP writes the script.. real time.

I hear time and again how God PC's are loathed for their intervention. It is true, there are players that game on a "sitcom schedule" (ie. all problems must be stated and solved in 22 mins, leaving 8 for words from your sponsor.) However, there are ways to RP around intrusions, and, if a player in particular annoys you... that little ignore feature works great.

For the record, I will not engage again in any situation that requires membership restriction in any way. Many thought me overbearing and controlling in the Asyr line. In fact, I was simply protecting the wonderful authors that allowed me to bring their story to live RP with Xandur. This responsibility I did not take lightly. The authors took a big risk bringing the line to live RP.

I tried to make the line as open as possible while maintaining my word to them. Several intruiging offshoots did develop.. for those who felt "excluded" I am sorry you felt so, but those feelings are not soundly based. The line was stated as open for all current character participation on several occasions. Only new Asyri characters required an okay.

That asside, I re-iterate my contempt for playing a closed line in the inn. This is billed as an Free Form Gaming area... If characters are not allowed (or need permission) to react to events happening in the inn where they are.. Your line does not belong in the Inn but a PR or the boards. If you cannot RP around interventions, perhaps your own ability (not those around you) needs honing.

One last word to those wishing to intervene in any line. While it is indeed a free form area, common courtesy demands you ask before acting in a way that may alter another's line significantly. Offering aid and support IC is fine... just jumping in and saving the day is bad form. Expect to be ignored when performing a "hero from the phone booth" role. Someone went to alot of trouble to write a line starring their character(s), not yours. If the authors are decent, they have opened the door for extras and even other stars to alter the course of events.. But no one spends creativity creating IC puzzles so you can solve them with a "Ronco Hydrogen Bomb and Potato Peeler" wave of the wrist.

With Respect, Darren


Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 02:22:19 -0500 From: Rue <[email protected]> Subject: Dulcy's pic!

this is on the ftp site, but since Stef's attachment with this pic worked so well... I thought it would be better on here... The gif is about 100K. This is a picture I sketched of our dear Dulcina for my Fundamentals of Drawing class. I do not know the grade, but it's one of a set of four. The original picture was a profile of Rue. Then I had to morph it into other faces. So I got Isea, Dulcina, and Taeylea all from that one picture. Enjoy!

Attachment Converted: C:\earthlnk\eudora\Download\Dulcy.GIF From ???@??? Tue Jul 30 19:57:28 1996

Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 00:49:37 -0700 (PDT) From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..


I have listen and read ever single post on this subject from other players...and i noticed that as far as i could tell, Angel's post mentioned nothing about who can and can not RP.

 My only comment on all of this is, this:
  Mun knowledge is that Mun knowledge. And PC knowledge is PC knowledge.
If you can not tell the difference then i suggest you step back, and

relearn everything about RP. Fore it makes no since to set up a storyline, rather it is closed or not in the mailing, only to have some PC meet you in the Inn, and automatically know everything about the stroyline, even though that particular PC has had no involvement in the SL in the mailing list. That is plain and simply wrong.

Jumping into a SL, i think is fine in the Inn, since that is where the main

plots of many SL's are finished, but not all in one session, nor in under 2 hours either.

Point of example: {and i hate to bring this up} Moonbeam used MUN knowledge

or what is called GOD PC powers, and immediately linked Sun`zen to Angelsin and Narisa, who have just returned from escaping from Dellila, trekking across the desert, and finally coming home...Moon, jumped Sun the moment he walked into the Inn, and challenged him to tell why is soul or whatever is linked into AngelSin and Narisa....and then tell him she wants the full truth of why these two are fakes, and why he's involved in them...and then she comes across like a Damned God threatening to RIP his mind asunder to gain the truth, and there is nothing he can do???, come on, that is pure BS...and I <Sun`zen> RPed the entire scene as if she was a loon, and he hadnt the foggest idea what she was talking about...and he bidded her good day and left....Well what did Miss GOD MoonBeam do, she turns around and Kidnaps Isis <who didnt want to become involved with the SL> and drags her off out of the Inn...trying to force Sun`zen to come and rescue her, so MoonBeam can RIP his mind asunder, and gain the truth as to why there is a fake Angelsin and Narisa, and where the real ones are.....That entire scene with that is nothing but PURE BULLSHIT!!!! and I am sorry if some of you disagree with my feelings on these...but i can not see a on how Moon can immediately know by just recently meeting Angel and Narisa that they are fakes...fine she can look at their souls...but what does a soul look like...well as i explained to Angel about the clones...they acted differently, Angel acts like Narisa, and Narisa acts like Angel...each is identical in every way to both the real ones, including all memories, up to the point just before seeing the Pyramid...they remember falling asleep and then waking up in a sandstorm that lasted for several days, which they treked thru and finally made it back to Arangoth....I am just really pissed off that almost in one entire Day a PC automatically knows everything, links Sun`zen too it all, and then turns around, and runs his name thru the mud to ever single PC in the Inn that they can see....heck there are PC's in the Inn that have never meet Sun personally, and already what to cause him pain because of Moon's actions.

 I am sorry if i have hurt anyones feelings by what i said, how i said it,

but that is how i feel...and I will state this...Sun`zen has never used Mun knowledged about anyone in the Inn...i RP him true to his alignment, lifestyle, and his abilities, and if anyone has a problem with that, tough shit! Because if i have to go thru another totally BS shitty scene like i did today...i am gone...of course several of u will throw a party, but i dont really care.

        • Also, i am tired of being an OP in a channel were i am told what to do,

and when i do something i thought the OP was supposed too do..i get balled out...i am sorry...i will not name names, that is pure nonesense to do...Angel, Jimmie, Sylvia, Mickey, RUe, i thank you for the ability to be OP...but I formerely request that that Title be removed as soon as possible...i am tired of it..Thanx****

Signed: -Sun`zen(aka. Jul`Kair, aka.Sun`Dragn, aka. Sunaj) Champion of BattleFest '96 ....Long Live the BlkDragon*Inn in all its Glory. -starcry(aka. Stefhan, the mun) -Grumble(dwarf..."Hey what you looking at you Walking Talking Tree!!!")


Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 05:58:22 -0400 From: "Kerrinne Lynne Kl'ramordan" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..


Well....::blinks after reading all her mail:: I must say that there are some valid points. But I'd like it to be known (because I don't think it's just me) that I have basically ceased to RP on the internet (AKA Arangoth). I find the closed story-line thing...the mun's getting upset over a piece of e-mail, and being ignored less than fun. That's part of the reason why I started RPing...was to have fun. I will most likely be continuing my RPing on AOL for the most part. I have less problems there than I ever could here. I know that if I, personally, came across this place called RhyDin I would think it snubish and very much leaning to the "socially elite" and probably move one. So, since my characters were made taking different aspects of me...I figure they'd probably do the same.

Now, as for mun knowledge and all that crud....well....I have about seven characters right now...and half are in light guilds...half are in dark guilds...and it's funny how my pc's never know any info about the other unless found out by another source. But alas, the opportunity to prove myself (which I *shouldn't* have to do) to be a "good" Role-Player (whatever that means) was never given here. I think the only reason I remain on this list is due to the fact that several of my friends and ppl who I *love* to RP with are on it. They accept me and my characters without having to prove myself...and are NOT afraid to let me get involved in their SL's.

feels better now that she's said what she wanted...but wonders how it

sounds at 6 in the morning...ugh::

~The Nutty Mun~ Kerrinne/Keelia/Korrina/Lixand/Etc...

"Life is what you make it...so make it good."

http://www.avana.net/pages/personal/karrinne/

     ~The House of Ivory Home Page~


Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 09:22:54 -0700 (PDT) From: [email protected] (Sara) Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..


steps up to the plate, a bat in one hand and two pennys in the other::
clears her throat:: Ok Folks. Here it is, my two cents.  ::digs her feet

into the dust, then smacks the bat against her foot several times, and hefts the stick against her shoulder::

First! I am new to RPing on the Net. ( I was on AOL for several years ) I came because several very close friends with amazing imaginations were here and asked that I join them. It has taken quite a while to adjust to the differences between AOL and the Net. They are by no means bad differences, but they are differences none the less. I've struggled with establishing my characters. I've been accused of being a "God PC" I've had a character in the Inn insult "ME" OOC through his character. I've tryed to follow the "rules" as I knew them. I've been corrected by Ops. Which is fine with me, as a newcomer... I've WANTED to know how things work here. Angel has been more than gracious answering my questions OOC through the mail and I appreciate that. But, as a newcomer to the BDI, I am discouraged with what I've seen. Both in this list, and in the Inn itself. I've never considered myself a fabulous RPer. I make mistakes. My characters make mistakes. That's how we grow. That's how we learn. As an old Rhydin-ite, I did my best to help the "newbies." Without children, the race dies. So many talented people are out there, and if they are not taught when they are curious.... we will loose them. That seems such a shame, when our world can be enriched by those who bring new and intersting perspectives to things. I suppose what I'm saying is..... have some heart for those who are new and old alike. RPing should be enjoyable. This is our play time. This is our heart. Don't let those who have brought so much joy to you, leave in anger. And don't let those who are new, get discouraged with the possibilities that they can't ever play with the "big kids."

tosses one of the pennys in the air and swings::

Second! Storylines... Storylines..... open? closed? Geez! What a mess. The argument goes back and forth, coming full circle and then beginning again. I offer no solutions. I'm not sure there *is* a solution. However... ::flips the last penny over in her hand:: perhaps a little respect for each other would go a long way. I realize by saying that, a few of you will feel insulted and rally to aid each other in bashing me. But, I *have* seen you care for each other. I've read every letter in my mail box for the last few weeks. I know there is a close knit group here and you are all very stubborn in your own ways. That's as it should be. All I'm saying is we should respect each other and what we chose to do with our characters. If you want to close your storyline so that you can write to your hearts content and have more control over what happens... So be it. If you wish to leave your story open and let others toss their hats into the ring..... So be it. "Let he who is without sin, cast the first stone"

tosses the last penny in the air and swings away::


Sara ~ The Mun/Mom~


Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 10:01:06 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..


Thank you Sylv..that's all I was trying to say and explain..at least now I know someone got it and I was maybe making sense :)

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Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 13:03:12 -0400 (EDT) From: Syl <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..


peeks in and then steps in slowly, not sure what she has to say is going to make anyone angry or what, but decides to say it nonetheless:::::

I have read all 20+ letters this morning regarding storylines and plots in the inn and on this list. I would like to say that some of you are reacting without seeing Angel's point I think. Her point, and Sun`zen's....and just about anyone else's on this list and in the inn is and should be...when there is a storyline going on...it was created to achieve something. If you want to become involved in a story on the list...what is wrong with sending your contribution to the person who sent out the original story first? then they can add it to theirs or not without the story going in a direction they never intended for it to go in the first place. As far as the roleplay in the inn...it is wonderful when others jump into the plots and have fun with it...BUT (you knew that was coming didn't you?) stories on the list tell EVERYTHING...and in the INN sometimes you should not be able to know the everything that was told on the list. Confused? let me explain...using Angel's example o! ! nce more.

Brunhilde enters the inn and sits quietly in a corner watching Dulcina:::: (now you have read on the mailing list the beginning of this story how Brunhilde makes plans to kill Dulcina)
SirJoeBlow looks at Brunhilde and screams, "You are under arrest for plotting the murder of our good Dulcina!":::

Excuse me...but where did SirJoeBlow see Brunhilde do anything but walk into the inn and sit quietly watching Dulcina work? Do you understand and see the point that I am making? RPing and reacting to what goes on in the inn is and should be slightly different from what you have read and know from the story on the mailing list. OK carry on...now that I have completely confuzzled everyone but myself I am done :) ENJOY your day :) please drive through. ~Syl~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.


Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 11:13:03 -0700 From: Andie <[email protected]> Subject: Some humor


Now, this is JUST a joke..I have AOL too so no one get mad at me..


>>>> Diary of an AOL User >>>> =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= >>>> >>>> july 18- i just tried to connect to america online, which ive heard is the >>>> best online service i can get. i cant connect, i dont know what is wrong. >>>> >>>> july 19- some guy at the tech support center says my computer needs a >>modem. i >>>> dont see why. hes just trying to cheat me. how dumb does he think i am? >>>> >>>> july 20- i bought the modem. i couldnt figure out where it goes. it wouldnt >>>> fit in the moniter or the printer. im confused. >>>> >>>> july 21- i finally got the modem in and hooked up. that three year old next >>>> door did it for me. >>>> >>>> july 22- that three year old kid next door hooked me up to america online >>for >>>> me. hes so smart. >>>> >>>> august 2- i just read this post called make money fast. im so excited im >>going >>>> to make lots of money. i followed his instructions and posted it to every >>>> newsgroup i could find. >>>> >>>> august3 - i just made my signature file. its only 6 pages long, so i will >>have >>>> to work on it some more. >>>> >>>> august 5- i was asking where to find some information about something. some >>>> guy told me to check out ftp.netcom.com. ive looked and looked, but i cant >>>> find that group. hes so dumb. >>>>

For bnbcomp's home page go to http://www.bnbcomp.net For the Roleplayers out there..check out http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm Roleplaying arena!!

Andie Malvino Title: I do EVERYTHING here!


Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 15:23:51 -0400 (EDT) From: Galliard <[email protected]> Cc: BlackDragon <[email protected]> Subject: Storylines, blah, blah, blah




Hi, y'all!

Not to be redundant here, but wasn't this whole closed-SL argument thing what I mentioned almost two weeks ago? (Re: A complaint from Not-Steve) I happen to notice that some of the people who jumped my case then are now arguing the exact same points I did then. [Sarcasm Mode on] Boy do *I* feel vindicated! [Sarcasm Mode off] Anyway, since I stated my views on this two weeks ago, I'll not do it here again. Just to let you know, Wolfie`/Brenlyn will not be appearing in the inn for quite some time... Consider him off to renew his ties with Gaia and search for more garou. Julie, I'm sorry to place our story with Nallie on hold, but I can't seem to find much joy in being in the inn recently. Maybe someday I'll be back. Maybe not. If anyone wants to respond to me personally, I can be reached at any of the three email addies listed below. I Haven't decided whether or not to unsubscribe to the list yet, so write me, not the list if you wish to respond. I'll enjoy getting mail that is directed to me personally for a change, as well. I get precious little of that these days.


Sincerely,


Chad Hastings, aka Galliard

Shameless Plug: Read my X-men Fan Fiction Story entitled "Bones of Contention" at

http:/gwis2.circ.gwu.edu/~hawk/fanfic.html


email addies:

[email protected] [email protected] [email protected]

Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 12:25:23 -0700 From: [email protected] Subject: Re:Storylines and Sara ~the Mun/Mom~



> > >Sara ~ The Mun/Mom~

looks around in horror and wonders if Ana's mun is going to send her to

bed early tonight...or worse yet, force her to stay up to watch reruns of The Three Stooges. Realizing that Sara is not *her* mun, she smirks:: So, Sara, got any good Stooges videos you want to show to Ana?



    Karen


  ~*~ Life is too short to do everything...and too long to do nothing ~*~




Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 13:21:48 -0700 (PDT) From: [email protected] (Sara) Subject: Re:Storylines and Sara ~the Mun/Mom~



>> >>Sara ~ The Mun/Mom~ > >::looks around in horror and wonders if Ana's mun is going to send her to >bed early tonight...or worse yet, force her to stay up to watch reruns of >The Three Stooges. Realizing that Sara is not *her* mun, she smirks:: So, >Sara, got any good Stooges videos you want to show to Ana? > > > > > Karen > > > ~*~ Life is too short to do everything...and too long to do nothing ~*~

Hmmmmmm???? Why did I *know* you would respond to this? ::points down the hallway:: Go to your room young lady!  ::slips her a "Stooges Do Dallas" video and grins:: I'll bring the popcorn! Oh Lynn? You can come too.

winks::


From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: The Torture begins... Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 22:03:39


((Rated R))


Angel moans as she tries to open her eyes...as she does she tries to focus

through the blur that is before her. Several minutes later she manages to focus and notices she's no longer in the cell. She tries to lift her hand to touch the soreness that covers the right side of her face but can't. She looks down to see she is tied to a wooden pallat, standing straight up. "What in the nine hells?" she whispers

He watches her from accross the room. His beady eyes soaking up the

target in front of him. 'Mistress will be please when i am thru' he thinks. He walks out of the shadowed corner of the room and approaches Angel. She looks up noticing him and he grins wickedly as her eyes widen. "Now pretty lady..I wants ya to scream reeeaal loud"

Angel glares at him trying to wriggle her way free:: "Where is my

sister?!" she demands.

"I havn' gotten ta her yet missy, but don't worry. I'll take Gooood care of her" he smiles wide revealing his black and yellow teeth.. He holds in his hand a large black leather whip and snaps it on the wood next to angel's arm. She jumps slightly but doesn't take her eyes off him. She tilts her chin up as if daring him to do his task.

In a quick stroke he lifts the whip above his head and brings it down with

a thundering crack. It lashes accross Angel's chest ripping into her dress and burning into her skin. The blood trickles down the verticle wound and she bites her lip.

He brings his arm up again and repeats the blow. He continues to strike

her over and over, tearing her dress to shreds as the blood runs down her skin. The entire time she doesn't speak.. She just watches him with tears rolling down her cheeks, and hatred in her eyes::

In another part of the keep:

Narisa lays weeping in a small room..She had walked around the room

several times trying to find an escape but had failed. No windows, just a single door which would not open no matter how hard she tried. She drifts off into a shallow slumber. An hour later she jolts awake by the sound of the door opening. She jumps up and backs into the wall::

He grins as he walks in:: "Now now lil' miss..don't make this hard on me"

"Leave me alone!" She cries "Where is Alysia! I want to know what you have done to my sister!"

"I've taken good care o' yer sis' don't ye worry.. now it's time ta give ye yer punishment" ::he walks slowly to her unbuckling his buckle and pulling it from his waist.. he throws it to the side of the room. He then removes his shirt and throws it aside.

"Wh...at are ye doing?! Stay away!" she tries to back away further.

"Shut up ye little chit..yer gonna be real still or I'll slit yer throat right now"

her eyes widen and tears fill her eyes. She pushes herself as far back

into the wall as she can::

He is almost to her and he reaches out to grab her::
She closes her eyes real tight::"Our father who art in heaven......"

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Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 15:44:29 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Back in the damn desert..


Angel and Narisa begin to follow the girl around the pyramid when suddenly

the lights in the pyramid flicker and they are suddenly spinning. A few minutes later they both are standing in the middle of the desert..

"What the...?" Angel looks around seeing they are out in the middle of the desert again..the sun blazing down on them.

"What happened? Oh godz Alysia! It was a mirage!" Narisa starts to cry

"If that's so Nar, why are we still in these clothes?" Angel points to Narisa's genie type outfit.

Narisa stops crying: "oh..now what do we do?!"

"Ye come with me!!" a voice bellows behind them.

Angel and Narisa spin around to see one very ticked off Dellila sitting on

top of a horse.

Angel thinks:: Oh thanks pyramid people for dumping us here!
Dellila waves her hands and Angel and Narisa are encased in a strange

myst. Then suddenly they both are standing in a dark damn dungeon::

Dellia appears before them. Now dressed in solid black::"You won't escape

me this time little chit's..Ye are in MY keep now and nothing can penetrate these walls...I have just found out that that idiot Xandur got himself killed..and the Asry lost the damn war. Ye two will pay for ruining my plans!!!"

Inside Angel sighs with relief..and joy:: "What do ye plan on doing with

us Dellila?"

Dellila walks up closer to Angel and grins:: "Send ye both to hell bitch!"

with that she punches Angel , catching her jaw with her fist and knocking her to the ground. Narisa screams and Dellila turns, she puts out her arms and narisa vanishes.

"Narisa!" Angel yells trying to stand back up.

"Silence!!" Dellila punches Angel again knocking her against the wall. Angel glares and throws a punch of her own connecting with Dellila's mouth and then drawing blood. They both continue the fight, each getting in punches , then Dellila holds up her hands and shoots a blast of energy at Angel. Angel flies against the wall and is instantly knocked out.

Dellila seethes as she touches her bloody lip..the blood and wound

vanishing as she does so:: "This will be most pleasurable making ye two suffer"

With that she vanishes into another part of the keep::
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OTHER E-MAILS NOT FROM THE MAILING LIST


Date: Fri, 5 Jul 1996 22:14:13 -0700 (PDT) To: [email protected] From: "D'Arque Bishop" <[email protected]> Subject: The phone number lists.

Brad,

At the last session, Malinda made up copies of everyone's phone number and email address. However, Shawn immediately erased it off of her computer right after she printed them. This right here is the list, but it also includes homepages, where applicable.

Jeff: home phone: 713-288-1064

          data phone: 713-355-1237
          email: [email protected]
          homepage: http://home.earthlink.net/~chronos

Lars: home phone: 713-379-4308

Shawn: home phone: 713-288-0256

Alex: home phone: 713-350-1779

          email: [email protected]

Chris: home phone: 713-350-2866

Michael: home phone: 713-251-0773

Scott: home phone: 713-355-5089

          secondary phone: 713-350-9162
          email: [email protected]
          homepage: http://vampire.ecnet.com/~drkbish

Malinda: home phone: 713-350-4666

          email: [email protected]

I hope this helps you...

--Scott

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        "Do you see the smile in my words, sad and evil?  Sad because
        I am utterly alone.  Evil because I am dead and yet I live.  
        Can you hear me?  Listen.  A dead man visits you."
                                            -- James O'Barr, The Crow
                      D'Arque Bishop -- [email protected]
                       http://vampire.ecnet.com/~drkbish
        "For a dark man shall come unto the House of God, and the 
        darkness shall be upon him; yea, even within him."
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Date: Mon, 15 Jul 1996 11:02:20 -0700 (PDT) To: [email protected] From: Malinda Brown <[email protected]> Subject: Roleplaying

       Brad we are trying to have a roleplaying session at my house

tomorrow night, July 16,1996. I need you to call me voice or e-mail me on your status on whether or not you can come. Lars can't make it so Jeff will be playing his character, if someone else can't make it we'll have to rescheldule for next week sometime.



Siatum of the Eternal Flower.....

"What did you call me? Siatum bitch???!!!"


http://home.earthlink.net/~siatum/


Date: Thu, 25 Jul 1996 10:52:48 -0400 From: [email protected] To: [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],

       [email protected] (ldymirl), [email protected],
       [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],
       [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],
       [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],
       [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],
       [email protected], [email protected]

cc: [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],

       [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],
       [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],
       [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected],
       [email protected], [email protected], [email protected]

Subject: Spires log


Hearty Adventurers,

This letter something of an IC and OOC mix. I normally do not do such, but the occasion demands. Attached is the Spires combat log of the events of 07/20/96. Took me a few days to get it put together from multiple rooms, and edit a bit, to include a rudimentary spell check. It is a good tale, and I hope you all enjoy it.

Some points brought up during it. Magic. The reason for limiting magic is that in truth, most do not know its proper use. They see it as an infinite, all powerful, tool for every imaginable event. Something like a Ronco pocket hydrogen bomb and potato peeler. Not all do such, but many if not most do. Little point in the entire scenario, if one person need only wave his/her staff and say "Shablamm" and all bad guys dead..all treasure recovered..all dead friends back..and dinner ready. Think of magic more like active sonar on a submarine. Ping with it and you might get a result, or you might detected and then creamed. Also, it should be noted that *every* mage it seems is all powerful and all seeing and all whatever... Some of this you see in the log. So, to preclude comparisons of who's magestaff is the bigger, we limited magework entirely.

We know that you are unused to working in the groups you worked in, and some friction came of this. Please read the logs in these areas and consider. The group dynamics shown alone are fascinating. Things did, after their fashion work themselves out, and people unused to each other, did manage to work together reasonably well. This is

  • very* difficult to achieve in either world. You all are to be

congratulated as this was one of the more subtle hidden traps of the scene, and you sailed through it unscathed.

The scenario was not meant to be a "Net War" sort of thing but in fact more cerebral in nature. WrynBlue was the author and spent a *lot* of time designing the whole thing, considering each trap and probable reaction, setting up timetables...etc...etc.. Scenarios of this magnitude, some 23 people, take considerable planning and coordination to achieve and she spent some weeks on it. It was not designed a sword fest and I know a few disappointed in this. We do have combat time to time, but primarily we try to exercise the imagination and mind rather than the dice.

A couple never were in a DM'ed scene before, and asked about this. In a scenario, DM is god..knows all sees all and who's final word is law.

  • Never* speak back to a DM. (S)he is the ultimate dictator for the

duration of the scene. DM sets the scene, and ensures the flow moves forward. It is a horribly difficult job, and in this one required simultaneous coordination of two rooms, and 12 msgs by two DMs for near three hours. By definition, a DM does not make mistakes. Imagine speaking to God and saying "Well now God, I cannot be really dead you see for I have this Popeil auto-incarnator and I come back instantly upon death." God perhaps more understanding, but a DM will leave a smoking crater where you stood. I know this concept is hard to accept, but unless the DM all powerful, there are no scenes..and it all stops. Wryn and I shall not be DMing again in the forseeable future, so I speak this for the other DMs to come in other scenes. Most in this scene were wonderful, and problems mainly by msg and we thank you this courtesy.

To those I angered, and I know more than a few, I do apologize. The many "LISTEN TO ME!!" msgs I got, most I simply did not reply to as I could not. While the DMs chatting and being told their function, everyone else in the scene at a dead stop. I know I was rude and oft replied in cryptic one or two word answers. I had no choice and we both did this so that others not kept waiting.

We hope you all enjoyed the story. It was a difficult one for the gamer, and required ingenuity and teamwork. Also, a special note of thanks to the bad guys. They sat in a room for hours, making only spot appearances here and there to support the scenario. Such selfless giving of time and energy for others, for the game itself, is truly rare to see. We are deeply touched and honored, to game with RPers of such caliber. The bad guys made it come together, and we thank you.

Wryn and I both wish you well and good gaming. Enjoy the log.


Ranger and Wrynnet Blue � Content-ID: <[email protected]> Content-type: text/plain; name="SCENE.TXT"


Session Start: Sat Jul 20 21:44:53 1996

  • OneStab returns with a bow
  • Kyrus grins

<Falenthor> Do we's get ops?

<Falenthor> Guess not <Falenthor> Ooh well <OneStab> Hiya Blue!

  • Yazway cries cause he's not getting oped

<WrynBlue> What's the name of the channel?

  • Lysira tackle hugs Onestab

<RangrBlue> Good eve One

      • Yazway has quit IRC (Live each day as your last and

you'll be broke by noon) <WrynBlue> What's the name of the channel?

  1. castle*camp

<Falenthor> #Castle*Camp

<Mokole> **ooc: BRB....nuking dinner.**

  1. Castle*Camp
  • Lysira waves to Mirl

<Kyrus> Ah, Brother.

  • Arhea sighs with no sign of Lan
  • LadyMirl peeks in or something and waves to everyone.

<OneStab> Hiya Sira

  • Silvanus walks over and stands next to his brother

<OneStab> Potts! <Lysira> Hiya One!

  • Syra_Ken rides back into the camp, jumps off her horse and

tethers it.

      • Lysira sets mode: +o Mokole

<PottsCE> One!!!!!!!!! <Falenthor> Potts <Falenthor> ::nods:: <Falenthor> ::As you walk in, you see a version of Falenthor you've never seen. He's armed to the teeth with daggers, swords, hand axes, slings, darts, poison, grappling hooks and all the stuff. He has more equipment than you can imagine. He wears a full bodysuit and is admiral of the imperial navy::

  • Lysira drags Arhea over and hugs her
  • Syra_Ken grins, seeing a nice crowd assembled.
  • WrynBlue smiles to everyone as they assemble::

<Lysira> now THIS is a much better crowd Wryn!

  • Silvanus whispers something to Kyrus and leaves
  • RangrBlue smiles to his sister
  • Kyrus nods

<Syra_Ken> Absolutely! <Falenthor> Heheh

  • LadyMirl , once again, isn't here.
  • Falenthor can't wait.

<Mokole> **ooc: returns.**

  • Falenthor thinks this is nifty and stuff
  • Syra_Ken waves to MirlMun.
  • Arhea smiles at Sira...and hugs her tightly
  • LadyMirl shrugs and glares at her mun, daring the..the

thing to try and take a step from it's cage.

  • Falenthor watches the fire cackle and burn.

<Falenthor> crackle even <Syra_Ken> Arhea...*smiles* Tis good to see you again.

<RangrBlue> Good eve Daelin.. <LadyMirl> Nope nope nope!! Remember all the trouble you got in last time? Stay put I say, stay put!!

  • daelin nods to Blue

<Arhea> Yes...Syra <WrynBlue> ::grins at Mirl... and her mun::

  • Falenthor waits to begin.
  • daelin notices that a lot of his friends are here tonight

<Arhea> Is good to see you <LadyMirl> Stay girl ..down girl..stay. Now, there's a good girl...

  1. Castle*Camp
  • Falenthor whispers to Mirl, "If you can hold yourself back

from saying 'n stuffs for this scenario, I'll give you <LadyMirl> Give me what? <Falenthor> $100" <RangrBlue> Good evening Marusk...good of you to come my friend..

  • Syra_Ken waves Mar over to the fire.

<LadyMirl> Oh brother!! <LadyMirl> And stuffs so ;P~~ <Falenthor> <w> you blew it <LadyMirl> No..no...noooooooooo...!!

  • Marusk slips into the clearing from the shadows, moving to

the fire.

  • WrynBlue smiles and nods to all who have entered as she has

been talking in messages to everyone in the universe::

      • LadyMirl is now known as MirlMun
  • Falenthor casts a fireball at the fire igniting it higher

into the air. <Marusk> Good evening, Blue. Thank you very much.

  • Arhea feels she is with ones way about her skill
  • Marusk smiles politely to everyone, crouching by the fire.
  • MirlMun throws her character somewhere where the silly

thing won't be bothering her..and sighs as she sees all the characters assembled. <WrynBlue> Good to see you, Syra..Marusk..

  • daelin smiles to Mirl
  • Falenthor does some 1 finger spush-ups to pass the time.
      • LadyMirl has left IRC

<RangrBlue> Ahh..Syra...please forgive my poor manners...welcome.. <Falenthor> push-ups even

  • Syra_Ken smiles. Tis good to be here Wryn.

<Marusk> And you, Wrynnet. How are things? <RangrBlue> A good strong finger there Fal.. <Syra_Ken> No problem. You were quite busy before. I understand.

  • MirlMun sniffs disdainfully at Dael, thinking he should be

kissing her feet instead of smiling at her.

  • Kyrus draws one of his daggers and idly picks his teeth

with it <RangrBlue> In a few minutes...we shall begin the briefing my friends

  • PottsCE looks around about to leave the flooder fighting to

the DMI ops <PottsCE> The Soverain is lagging horribly

<WrynBlue> Blue, am I lagged?

  • Lysira slides out to go plot evil deeds ;;; muuhhaahahahaaaaaa

<RangrBlue> I think she is buried in msgs Potts <Falenthor> 77

<Falenthor> 78 <Falenthor> 79 <Falenthor> 80

<Isea> [Sira... THIS is what I was talkin' about...] <Isea> [Gah!]

  • MirlMun rises, gives everyone horribly snotty look, and

walks out. <PottsCE> No....I didn't get a ping back for her <PottsCE> She's lagging <Falenthor> 93

joined #castle*camp <Falenthor> 94 <Falenthor> 95

  1. Castle*Camp <WrynBlue> I will be afk on this channel....for a few

minutes...and then return... <RangrBlue> Aye beloved

<WrynBlue> Some of you who are lagging to Blue and I might consider trying to sign onto cris.com. <WrynBlue> afk

  • PottsCE can't get on cris.com

<Isea> [I can't get on cris.com] <Isea> [lol] <RangrBlue> Must be the suit potts..

  • Marusk can't get on cris.com either
  • Falenthor isn't lagged so there :p

<Gone> (( Cris aint that good anyway ))

  • Lan is a 6 foot 2 man with long brown hair, a muscular

build, and stormy blue eyes. He wears white armor and carries two rapiers that flash blue and green on his back

  • Syra_Ken can't get on mo.net and was using it yesterday.

Now it says she's banned for cloning. <Gone> (( it's always lagged ))

  • Falenthor can't get on cris.com
  • Marusk chuckles softly, wondering if the cris.com sysops

just randomly ban people. <RangrBlue> I liked Stealth meself...till it got caught up in that silly net war

  • Kyrus grins

<Kyrus> Aye, that's happened to me... <OneStab> AFK BRB <RangrBlue> Welcome Lan

  • PottsCE chuckles
  • Arhea smiles deeply as Lan enters

<Falenthor> 168

  • Syra_Ken waves a greeting to Lan.

<Falenthor> 169 <Falenthor> ::Falenthor is doing 1 finger push-ups::

  1. Castle*Camp
  • Syra_Ken waves to Kherr.
  • Kherrant enters, not supposing he'll need any macro
  • Falenthor waves to Kherr.
  • Kherrant nods to Syra

<Kherrant> ...and Fal

      • Gone is now known as Silvan
  • Arhea waves Lan over

<Kherrant> ...and Mar, and Potts and Blue and... Oh to everyone

<Marusk> Hullo there, Kherr...

  • Kherrant changes his mind about the macro...

<RangrBlue> Welcome Warden Goldendust

  • Arhea hugs Lan tightly whispering into his ear....
  • Kherrant walks in, looking quite different. His sword is

strapped to his back, he wears a silver breastplate and a silver shield on his left arm. His belt buckle is engraved with various runes, as is his shield. His hair is tied back in a short ponytail.

  • PottsCE waves to Gold
  • Goldndust nods to Blue.

<PottsCE> Welcome Warden...glad you could make it <Falenthor> Nifty outfit kherr ma'man

      • Isea is now known as Rue
  • Kyrus thinks that that is a good idea and pulls his hair

out of his face into a ponytail <RangrBlue> So glad you could come

  • Goldndust smiles lightly to Potts.

<Goldndust> Thank you, I'm glad I could make it. <Kherrant> Thanks Fal.

  • Rue slips in with the group and looks around from under the

hood of her black robes... <Falenthor> Check out my stuff

  • Kherrant nods to Gold.

<Kherrant> ...just 'cause

  • Lan looks around
  • Falenthor stops his finger push-ups at 260

<RangrBlue> Ladies and gentlemen... <Kyrus> Get bored, Falenthor? <RangrBlue> May I have your attention please? <Kherrant> Oh, 260? And you stop for me?

  • Goldndust tucks a few strands of dark brown hair behind

gently pointed ears.

  • Rue looks at Ranger...
  • Kherrant is quite flattered. ;)
  • Kherrant nods to Blue
  • Goldndust folds his arms across his chest and watches.
  • Rue walks over to Silvan quickly...

<RangrBlue> Well shall begin the briefing

  • Syra_Ken raises her eyes from the fire, listening.
  • Kyrus looks to Blue
  • Falenthor holds up 22 daggers, 25 pepper grenades and 25

smoke grenades, a saber, 2 long swords, a grappling hook, a mountaineering kit, a traveling spellbook and a buncho other stuff. He also wears his black imperial navy outfit, his insignia shows him as an admiral.

  • Falenthor turns to Blue.

<RangrBlue> Please listen closely...as key elements are within...least I hope so..

  • Silvan nods to Rue
  • RangrBlue smiles
  • Lan unsheathes his two rapiers

<RangrBlue> What follows is the tactical briefing macro <RangrBlue> Please hold questions...till it is done. <Kherrant> Uhoh... <RangrBlue> A map finding the entrance to the old RedCap Drawf Mine has been found. The expedition starts at the entrance. Attempts to map the caverns were unsuccessful, and the interior layout in unknown. <RangrBlue> Known menaces in these galleries, largely from hearsay and rumor, include goblins and dragons. Orcs likely but not confirmed. Additionally, some form of threat of unknown dimension and terrifying power appears to be down there. Be wary. <RangrBlue> Think first, and fight only if nothing else works. A combined arms concept is the *only* thing that will work for you. Commanders must carefully position who is where in the column. One person acting wrongly, can bring the whole thing down. <RangrBlue> Be sparing of magecraft. Though the Asyr are weakened through loss of their convenant, they are still formidable. Excessive mage use will be detected, and if they have a weapons cache here they *must* keep it safe. Stealth and cunning your main weapons. Use them well. <RangrBlue> Assume nothing, and think three dimensionally. Your overhead is just as potentially deadly as anything from the sides. Do not attack unless told to by the expedition leaders or unless attacked first and defending. Steel is a last resort, and use of it alone could mean failure. <RangrBlue> Caverns do not allow flankers, so the point man is everything. The one on point, must be wary at all times. The expedition depends on that person.

  • Falenthor pulls over his ninja mask.
  • Kyrus raises his hand

<RangrBlue> Any equipment you need must be with you before entry. Inventory what you brought and be aware of it. Expedition leaders please tell the DMs what you have. Once in, you are committed. Good luck. <Kyrus> I volunteer for point <Falenthor> I volunteer for commander

  • Falenthor has his equipment list down.

<PottsCE> At ease please <RangrBlue> That is the general brief..

  • Silvan grins... and slides on his grey elven boots
  • Kherrant looks to Kyrus and raises his hand. "As do I."

<Lan> Volunteer for point <RangrBlue> Now..some other items.. <PottsCE> Please...no volunteers yet <RangrBlue> Some of you here...will die..

  • Arhea knew he would do that!

<RangrBlue> I hope none...but it is very possible.

  • daelin smiles

<PottsCE> Allow the Sovereign to speak

  • Rue reaches up with her right hand, and pulls her hood

tightly over her head, while balancing her dagger in her left....

  • Falenthor gulps.
      • daelin is now known as Daelin

<RangrBlue> In team formations..take this into account.

  • Kherrant slips outta his armor, drops his shield, both

dissappearing, and slips into the Elven Chain Fal gave him

  • Kherrant nods
  • Daelin thinks of his fiance
  • Lan walks over and stands by OneStab

<Daelin> fiance even <RangrBlue> This many, likely two teams the best bet.. <Kherrant> I'm willing to give my life for the cause.

  • Silvan looks around for Lysira

<RangrBlue> However, that for you to decide. <Lan> Sira is not with us Silvan...

  • Falenthor begins thinking of strategies and whips out

something that may be useful, the Doom 2 Tactical Guide for team formations by ID Software :) <Silvan> where is she.....

  • Rue smiles to Lan.
  • Falenthor will be commander of 2 teams.

<Falenthor> If that's possible. <PottsCE> Falenthor Please refrain

<PottsCE> ((Don't give her Ops))

  • Marusk has perhaps finally found a use for his knowledge of

the goblin language in Arangoth.

      • AlAqrb is now known as Pendrake
  • Silvan slips quietly over to Marusk
  • Kherrant glances to Mar quietly.
  • Falenthor knows goblin, ork, dragon and a few others.

<Kherrant> Goblin? <Pendrake> Perhaps a song shall i write...about the war we fight this night <RangrBlue> Now...I recommend that among you...you decide the formation you wish.. <Lan> Blue.. (should we go to different channels to devide into the groups?) <Falenthor> Okay

  • Rue looks at Silvan, then looks up at Lan.

<Falenthor> Everybody <Daelin> Blue, may I make a suggestion? <Falenthor> We'll do an I formation <Falenthor> 2 point rear and front <Falenthor> Most experienced rear

  • Kherrant stands.

<RangrBlue> Best on one channel..half in this room...will be gone before conclusion.

  • PottsCE moves to Fal and holds his hand over his mouth

<Silvan> Blue I have a suggestion as well... <Falenthor> ((Mun going by Doom 2 tactical guide))

  • Rue grumbles...

<Daelin> Falen, are you the commander? <PottsCE> Please...refrain yourself <Lan> LOLOL Potts

  • Falenthor shuts up.

<PottsCE> No he's not

  • Rue leans back against a post...
  • Falenthor is very excited.
  • Kherrant chuckles lightly.

<Rue> Why do _I_ have to take orders from a mensch? <Lan> I have a suggestion

  • Falenthor reminds you that his mun is only 12.
  • Syra_Ken can't help but grin, watching Potts.
  • Kherrant is cold
  • Silvan looks at Rue

<Silvan> nae now... <Lan> In each group we divide into three waves <PottsCE> Alright ppls...listen up <Lan> The first wave uses stealth to attack the enemy

  • Goldndust clears his throat quietly and waits.

<Silvan> Blue.... Marusk and I are rangers trained in stealth

  • Falenthor looks to Potts.
  • Rue glares at Silvan.

<PottsCE> Lets figure this out and quickly <Falenthor> Uuuuh <Silvan> this should be made use of <Lan> The second charges and is used as a distraction

  • Kherrant finds a blanket and wraps himself, for the first

time... looking worried <Lan> The third is back up <Falenthor> Actually, I'm a ranger too... <Daelin> Suggestion!!!!!!

  • OneStab nods listening to Potts

<Kherrant> I am as well

  • Kherrant laughs

<Daelin> I say that Rangr, and Wryn are the team commanders. <PottsCE> Please <Daelin> OH shoot...sorry.

  • Falenthor agrees.

<Falenthor> .. <RangrBlue> We will be DMing Daelin <Falenthor> YEah <OneStab> ((Ranger and wryn are the DM's Dae.. otherwise.. ))

  • PottsCE stands waiting for silence

<Falenthor> Well <Falenthor> Oooh

  • Falenthor turns to Pot and shuts up.

<PottsCE> One...you do nae wish to lead a team?

  • Lan will be a team leader

<Falenthor> SSSSHSHHHHHHHH

  • Marusk crouches beside his wife, listening.
  • Falenthor will be a team leader

<OneStab> I'd rather nae me friend <OneStab> I had the honor of leading a team last mission

  • RangrBlue nods...only fitting
  • Falenthor knows this kinda stuff, thats why he won a dragon

con when he was 10 and walked out with <Lan> OneStab: Do ye wish for me to take the honor from ye?

  • PottsCE nods
  • Silvan looks at ONe

<Falenthor> $500 <PottsCE> If there are no objections.... <Silvan> and as one who followed ye ye did a fine job <Daelin> I am knew, I should not be in any important positions. <PottsCE> Myself and Kherrent will lead the teams <Falenthor> Uuuuh Hey

  • Rue nods.

<Falenthor> What about me? <Kherrant> Me? <Rue> You did, One. <OneStab> Any who others will accept.. I will nae appoint.. my opinion no better than anothers.

  • Falenthor thought this was a democracy.

<PottsCE> Fal...you yourself reminded us that your mun was only 12

  • Kherrant looks to Potts, and blinks. "You mean that?"
  • PottsCE grins and winks

<Lan> POtts: I will command a team

  • Pendrake will offer if no one else will

<Falenthor> I will command a team

  • Kherrant looks to Potts.

<Falenthor> May I make a suggestion <Kherrant> So? <Falenthor> Please? <PottsCE> Kherr...do you wish to lead a team? <Falenthor> If we go in 4 man squads, we have the best chance.

  • Kyrus looks over to Kherrant
  • Kherrant thinks mun age has noting to do with it.

<Falenthor> I'm explain why <Kherrant> I will. <Goldndust> I believe Kherrant and Potts will make exceptional leaders. <Rue> I for one am NOT leading a team... <Pendrake> I will lead if there is a need

  • Kherrant laughs.

<PottsCE> ((it doesnt'...but I like messin with him...;) )) <OneStab> Nae offense Fal.. but I would prefer someone with just a leetle more experience.. <PottsCE> Very well

  • Falenthor sighs knowing that no one will listen to him and

flushes his ideas down the toilet. <PottsCE> We have two teams <Daelin> I for one, would like to lead a team, but would be horrible at it. <OneStab> Just me thought..

  • Marusk has no problem with the current leaders, but

believes mun age has nothing to do with any of this.

  • Kherrant laughs at the irony of it all...

<OneStab> ::smiles at the exuberant lad:: <Lan> Potts.. I will command another

  • PottsCE listens to One

<Falenthor> And I'll command another

  • Silvan looks up

<Falenthor> If I can't <RangrBlue> I will afk a moment to go brief with the bad guys...brb. <PottsCE> Team one Arhea Daelin Fal, Goldn Kher and Lan <OneStab> Perhaps we should vote.... I would like Marusk to lead a team.. <Falenthor> I get first dibs on Potts team <Falenthor> NO!

  • Marusk rises to his full height.

<Falenthor> me wonders when potts became God.

  • Falenthor wonders.
  • Kherrant nods. "I have no objections..."

<Marusk> No thank you, One. I believe that Kherrant and Potts will make exceptional leaders.

  • Marusk smiles.
  • Goldndust sighs and shakes his head.
  • Daelin wonders when Falen suddenly became one of the team

leaders

  • OneStab nods

<Falenthor> Oooh nevermind thats a good team <OneStab> I have nae problem with Kherrant either.. <Falenthor> I didn't <Pendrake> I think all the no ops should be quiet and let the ops deal with it!

  • Goldndust grins to Marusk.

<Falenthor> Just thinking

  • Kyrus nods
  • OneStab smiles

<PottsCE> The others on mine <Kyrus> I agree... <OneStab> I think we be set.. <PottsCE> Please add an A or B to the end of your name

  • Syra_Ken grabs her rope, coiling it across her left

shoulder.

      • PottsCE is now known as PottsCEB
      • Kyrus is now known as KyrusB

<Kherrant> nick KherrantA <OneStab> ((Potts.. it works better at the beginning)) <Kherrant> Oops <PottsCEB> One...would you join Kherrs

      • Kherrant is now known as AKherrant
      • Arhea is now known as Arhea-A

<PottsCEB> ((K))

      • KyrusB is now known as Kyrus-B

<AKherrant> No, better at the end

      • OneStab is now known as A-OneStab
  • Silvan walks back to join Rue and Arhea
      • AKherrant is now known as Kherr-A
  • Marusk grabs up his rope as well, coiling it around a place

upon his pack.

      • Falenthor is now known as FalenthrA

<PottsCEB> B-PottsCE

      • Goldndust is now known as GolddustA

<WrynBlue> bak <PottsCEB> oops

  • Rue looks at Silvan.
      • Lan is now known as Lan-A
      • PottsCEB is now known as B-PottsCE
  • Silvan looks at Lan

<Silvan> go in peace

  • WrynBlue smiles at everyone who's arrived since she left::
      • Marusk is now known as Marusk-B

<Silvan> ye too Arhea

      • Syra_Ken is now known as Syra-B

<WrynBlue> Good eve, everyone...

      • Silvan is now known as Silvan-B
      • Kherr-A is now known as A-Kherrnt
      • Rue is now known as Rue-B
  • Arhea-A nods to Silvan
      • Daelin is now known as Daelin-B

<A-Kherrnt> Ack!

      • A-OneStab is now known as OneStab-A

<A-Kherrnt> End or beginning?

  • Kyrus-B walks over to Potts
  • B-PottsCE chuckles
      • B-PottsCE is now known as PottsCE-B
  • FalenthrA walks to kherr

<Kyrus-B> I volunteer for Point in our group <Silvan-B> ye two take care of yerselves...... <FalenthrA> Admiral Kherrant here sir! <A-Kherrnt> Fal, please stop... <Lan-A> We will Silvan <FalenthrA> I vote for point <Silvan-B> Potts.... <A-Kherrnt> Admiral? <Daelin-B> I vote for in the middle. <FalenthrA> onmyself <PottsCE-B> Yes Silvan? <FalenthrA> (Uuuh0 <FalenthrA> (Old storyline) <Lan-A> I volunteer for point <PottsCE-B> Kherr... <FalenthrA> (<--Is a member of the Imperial navy) <A-Kherrnt> Fal, I'm still just Kherr.. <Silvan-B> Marusk and I are trained in stealth <PottsCE-B> Do you want your team in the front or rear? <FalenthrA> I mean Sorry <Silvan-B> perhaps we could make use of this <FalenthrA> I'm an admiral <PottsCE-B> Attacks may come from either direction <A-Kherrnt> Yes, Potts?

  • Marusk-B nods with Silvan.
  • FalenthrA is typing too fast

<Marusk-B> Aye, I agree.

  • A-Kherrnt nods Aye.
  • FalenthrA nods

<PottsCE-B> Which one?

  • Silvan-B looks at Potts

<WrynBlue> Could everyone please be quiet for a minute? <Pendrake> Who are the team leaders?

  • Marusk-B hushes, looking to Wryn.
  • Rue-B stands by Silvan.

<FalenthrA> Potts and Kherr <PottsCE-B> ((Silvan...msg me)) <WrynBlue> We will be leaving shortly for the cave... <A-Kherrnt> Oh no... <Silvan-B> (( 'k ) )

  • A-Kherrnt laughs

<WrynBlue> Blue is finishing the briefing of the other gamers.

  • Rue-B 's mun goes off to turn on Slayers.

<PottsCE-B> Pendrake...be so kind as to add an A extension to your name <A-Kherrnt> What a choice...

  • A-Kherrnt sighs.

<PottsCE-B> TEAM B Join Channel #TEAM*B <Pendrake> PottsCE- I do not mean to be rude, but who the hell are you and when did you become the DM? I have be assigned no team!

  • Silvan-B looks at Rue

<PottsCE-B> I am a team leader Pen <WrynBlue> Potts...what are you doing? <A-Kherrnt> Pen, you're with me <WrynBlue> Did Blue ask you to go to separate channels? <PottsCE-B> The DM's are not assigning teams

  • Rue-B 's mun is back.
  • Rue-B looks at Silvan... "What?"

<WrynBlue> I'm sorry...I just got back here from the briefing. <PottsCE-B> This is for inventory Soverain <Pendrake> Then if the DM's are not assigning teams who is? <Silvan-B> nothing <FalenthrA> That dude

  • Silvan-B looks confused
  • FalenthrA points to pot.

<WrynBlue> Pendrake..I am a DM...

  • Marusk-B smiles softly, explaining to Pendrake on the side.

<FalenthrA> PottsCE even <A-Kherrnt> Pen, you're on my team

  • Pendrake nods to WrynBlue

<RangrBlue> bak <FalenthrA> .. <WrynBlue> If everyone could please just wait a moment till Blue gets back... <PottsCE-B> TEAM B...please come to #TEAM*B

  • Rue-B sits down and begins to sharpen her dagger.
  • Silvan-B sits quietly
  • Arhea-A sits back and listens to the amusement

<RangrBlue> Potts?

  • A-Kherrnt sighs
  • Lan-A sits by Arhea

<RangrBlue> If possible..lets try to stay together.. <PottsCE-B> Aye Sovereign

  • Syra-B squatts down, poking a stick into the fire, listening.

<RangrBlue> Who are team leaders? <PottsCE-B> I am getting an inventory Sovereign...if that is acceptable? <WrynBlue> Aye, Potts...please do not split this channel. <A-Kherrnt> Me and Potts <PottsCE-B> Myself and Kherrent <RangrBlue> Of course sir..have your team msg their inventory to you.. <A-Kherrnt> ((KherrAnt ;) )) <RangrBlue> Also..combat numbers needed

  • A-Kherrnt looks to Fal. "I'm NOT accepting bribes
  • A-Kherrnt grins
      • Daelin-B is now known as Daegar-B

<A-Kherrnt> Combat numbers? <RangrBlue> Please add the number 5..after your team designator

  • Arhea-A looks around for their team leader..wondering who it is..

<A-Kherrnt> Define, please? <RangrBlue> When you are hit...it reduces the combat number by 1. <A-Kherrnt> Ack... I need paper here... brb <RangrBlue> A a5-Ker...would become a A4-Ker...and so on.

      • FalenthrA is now known as FlntherA5
      • PottsCE-B is now known as B-Potts-5

<A-Kherrnt> AKA Hit points? <RangrBlue> When the number goes to 0....you are dead..Aye

      • Kyrus-B is now known as Kyrus-B-5
      • FlntherA5 is now known as A-Flnthr-
      • A-Kherrnt is now known as A5-Kherr
      • GolddustA is now known as GoldustA5
      • A-Flnthr- is now known as A5-Flnthr

<A5-Kherr> ((A5-Fal)) <Silvan-B> (( dead permanent blue? )) <Daegar-B> Can you be healed? <Pendrake> Any means of healing allowed? <A5-Kherr> Hold on...

      • Daegar-B is now known as b5-daegar
      • Syra-B is now known as Syra-B5
      • Lan-A is now known as Lan-A-5
      • B-Potts-5 is now known as B5-Potts
      • Marusk-B is now known as Marusk-B5
      • Silvan-B is now known as Silvan-B5
      • Arhea-A is now known as Arhea-A5
      • Rue-B is now known as Rue-B5

<A5-Kherr> Hold on..

      • Lan-A-5 is now known as Lan-A5

<WrynBlue> Death only means--you are out of this scene..it is not permanent character death--it just means...wounded too badly to participate further. <RangrBlue> No healing in the caves...time to short for it.. <RangrBlue> Aye..death here not a death *anywhere* else.

  • Lan-A5 nods agreeing with Blue

<A5-Kherr> TEAM A Join me in #Team-A <RangrBlue> No wipes

      • b5-daegar is now known as daegar-b5
      • Pendrake is now known as Psionic-B

<WrynBlue> Kherr...please don't split the channel.

      • Psionic-B is now known as Psionc-B5

<A5-Kherr> No? <A5-Kherr> No, this is just for equip check. <WrynBlue> Oh, sorry... <WrynBlue> Go ahead. <RangrBlue> Team leaders...have your teams back here and ready to go in 5...run multichannel at need <WrynBlue> Five minutes....then we come back here and head out to the caves.

      • daegar-b5 is now known as Daegar-b5
      • Lan-A5 is now known as A5-Lan

<B5-Potts> K

      • Arhea-A5 is now known as A5-Arhea
      • Kyrus-B-5 is now known as B5-Kyrus
      • Rue-B5 is now known as B5-Rue
  • WrynBlue ::waits for everyone to regroup::

<A5-Lan> ((NO WE ARE NOT FALENTHOR!)) <A5-Flnthr> EEEPS <A5-Flnthr> ! <A5-Lan> ((Team B is Stealth)) <A5-Lan> ((Team A is not Stealth)) <Psionc-B5> ((Not to be rude, but how did we decide who was on what team...skills were never determined for stealth or not 8) )) <Silvan-B5> (( two rangers on team b )) <WrynBlue> Could everyone just bear with us for a moment, please--we are solving another last minute crisis. <A5-Flnthr> 4 on team-a <A5-Lan> ((team B has more rangers)) shrugs <A5-Flnthr> Kherrant Me And Onestab And Arhea

<A5-Lan> ((We got Fitz!)) <Dulcina> [Fitz] (Oh no, it's the bard, hide the women!!!) <A5-Lan> ((Fitz come to #Team-A))

  • B5-Potts slips back in

<Fitz> sorry...couldn't find it <Psionc-B5> did team b meet or what?

      • Fitz is now known as A5-Fitz

<Marusk-B5> We just met to give inventory and character classes. <Psionc-B5> where? <B5-Potts> Alright Team B is fore A is rear <A5-Fitz> ((Where's A meeting?

      • WrynBlue is now known as DM1

<A5-Flnthr> #A-TEAM <DM2> Ladies and gentlemen.. <A5-Lan> #Team-A <DM1> All right everyone...we are ready to get started now..thanks for your patience. <DM2> Team leaders...are you ready? <B5-Potts> Aye <A5-Flnthr> Almost <B5-Potts> Fal...refrain...you are not a team leader

  • Syra-B5 checks her supplies, and waits for the word to move out.
  • Silvan-B5 kneels praying once more

<DM2> Once you enter...we are DMs..and such will be..

  • Silvan-B5 's mun heads off to put on something

<DM2> May providence guide you on this mission

  • Syra-B5 murmurs a prayer for their safety this night.
  • B5-Kyrus looks to the sky

<DM2> The entrance...is channel #Dragon*Spires.

  • OneStab-A follows those in front of him

<DM2> Good luck all......We begin...


Session Start: Sat Jul 20 21:44:18 1996

<DM1> The entrance to the cave has been abandoned for a long time.

<DM1> Part of the caves form the RedCap Mines...dwarven mines which have been long abandoned...but their warning signs and lore notices are still here...It is very dark...there is no moonlight..

  • A5-Flnthr has infravision 90, wonders if that counts.
  • A5-Lan rides to the front of all the groups
      • Psionc-B5 is now known as B5-Psionc

<A5-Lan> I'd like to say something <DM1> But you can just make out a sign posted at the doorway of the mine shaft....it reads as follows... <DM2> Dwarven Law and Lore do state <DM2> hat all who pass beyond this gate <DM2> Must mark their own way through the mines. <DM2> Beware of Goblins, Dragon's nests, <DM2> and traps that spring eternal rest. <DM2> A Lore-book aids you through the mines, <DM2> And littering will bring stiff fines.

  • Silvan-B5 rides to his place at the point
  • A5-Fitz takes his position behind Lan

<Silvan-B5> er walks

  • A5-Flnthr slips on his ninja mask.
      • Golanv (~raven@san_marcos.csusm.edu) has joined #dragon*spires
  • B5-Rue flips the hood of her cloak over her head.
  • A5-Fitz slips on his gillie suit
  • A5-Flnthr attaches his foot pegs, tiger claws, and harness.
  • A5-Kherr slips on his elven chain and hopes for the best
  • Silvan-B5 straps his boot

<A5-Lan> ((Stop typing and listen to the DM's!)) <DM1> The entrance is open, and appears clear of debris.

  • daegar-b5 quietly slips in not disturbing anything
      • Marusk-B5 is now known as B5-Marusk
  • A5-Flnthr leaps up and attaches the harness to the top section of
 the entrance.
  • Silvan-B5 slips in at the point silently
  • A5-Flnthr rappels down setting himself on the ground very silently.
  • OneStab-A draws his Glassteel blade and utters a few commands..
 igniting it
  • A5-Flnthr leaves both elvensinger and dreamblade sheathed.
  • A5-Fitz pulls his twin daggers
  • A5-Kherr watches Fal.
      • Syra-B5 is now known as B5-Syra

<A5-Kherr> Alright, we're taking the rear.

  • B5-Marusk moves to the front of the group, flanking Silvan slightly
 behind.

<B5-Kyrus> <m> He's going to get himself killed...

  • B5-Syra reads the sign, thinking on it's meaning.
      • Silvan-B5 is now known as B5-Silvan
  • B5-Kyrus falls in behind Marusk

<DM1> You may proceed when ready....nothing is impeding you from entering.

      • GoldustA5 is now known as A5-Golden
      • daegar-b5 is now known as B5-DaeGar
  • A5-Kherr looks to Kyrus.
  • A5-Lan stands at the front of both teams
  • A5-Flnthr makes sure his harness is tight and removes it just
 testing it and places it back into his backpack.
  • A5-Kherr draws Storm Seeker

<A5-Lan> "Please.. allow me a few words!"

  • A5-Flnthr readies both daggers.
  • B5-Syra follows Kyrus, about 5 meters back.
  • A5-Golden exhales a deep breath and slowly expels it.

<A5-Kherr> Lan. ::nods:: Go ahead...

  • B5-Silvan looks at Lan

<B5-Potts> First...Galanv you are on TEAM A

  • A5-Flnthr takes the rear point of Team-A
  • A5-Fitz grips both long trench daggers
  • OneStab-A prepares to follow Kher into the cavern
  • B5-Potts looks to Silvan....Take the lead

<A5-Lan> This is it.. this is the final battle <B5-Potts> You know the deal

  • B5-DaeGar slips into his position as rear-guard.

<A5-Lan> The battle which will end the war!

  • A5-Flnthr loosens the daggers.
  • B5-Marusk loosens his cloak slightly, looking to Lan.

<A5-Lan> The Asyr have plagued us for nearly a year now <DM1> A note: This is NOT a battle..this is an expeditionary force to try to destroy a possible cache of Asyri arms and supplies. <B5-Potts> My team are all staying 5 meters apart from each other

  • B5-Silvan is already in front
  • A5-Fitz gets ready to follow behind lan

<A5-Lan> This is our chance to break free <B5-DaeGar> Mostly...

  • B5-Silvan moves quietly into the cave, making no sounds

<A5-Lan> If we win we will be in peace <Golanv> no, actually, I don't *blush* <A5-Fitz> Aye!!!! <DM1> You do not know if the cache is even here...let alone if it is guarded. <A5-Lan> If we loose.. <DM1> Lan, this is not a battle. <B5-Potts> Daegar you have B Team Rear <A5-Lan> If we loose then the Asyr will take over The Isle of Mist and Arangoth <B5-Psionc> 5 meters...ina cave? that's 15 feet <B5-DaeGar> k...

  • A5-Lan nods

<B5-Potts> Kherrent...Keep your team at least 50 feet behind us <A5-Lan> Some of us will die..Some of us will live.. <A5-Kherr> Lan, please, we need no speech. <A5-Lan> But we are fighting for freedom <A5-Kherr> Should've been done before.

  • A5-Flnthr murmers a fly spell and hovers inches off the ground.

<A5-Lan> Good luck

  • A5-Lan moves to his place in front of team A
  • A5-Flnthr silently acknowledges Lan for his speech.

<DM1> I need to say something now.

  • B5-Kyrus whips his head and looks at Falenthor
  • B5-Marusk feels like Lan could have given a better speech in ID4.
  • B5-Marusk unsheathes his obsidian bladed elven longsword Apocalypse
 with a swish of air
  • B5-Kyrus glares at him and shakes his head sadly
  • A5-Fitz grips his tantos in anticipation

<DM1> This scene...is not a battle.

  • B5-Potts listens to the DM
  • A5-Arhea pulls back and stands with Fitz and Gold
  • A5-Fitz looks to Lan ready to follow him

<DM1> Lan is mistaken....this is an expeditionary force to try and discover a cache of supplies....that might or might not be guarded. <Golanv> hmmmmm

  • B5-Marusk drives the blade into the ground, leaning forwards on to
 rest on the hilt as he listens to the DM.
  • B5-DaeGar unsheaths his ninjustu longsword and gets it into

a reversed handed grip. <A5-Kherr> Alright, Lan, you're taking the front, you'll follow behind Team A. I'll be right behind you.

  • A5-Lan raises his hand as idiot of the day
  • A5-Lan nods to Kherr
  • B5-Rue sits down.

<DM2> Team Leaders...move your teams.. <A5-Fitz> And i'm behind Kherr <DM1> The mines are unmapped....the mine entrance is not impeded...enter when ready. <B5-Rue> [hehehehe...] <A5-Kherr> Arhea, you and Fitz are behind me, then Gold, then Fal. <B5-Rue> [I have seen that movie WAY too many times... <G>]

  • OneStab-A is also behind Kherr
  • A5-Lan waits for team B to go
  • A5-Flnthr hovers above the ground and is the last person in TEAM-A.

<B5-Silvan> (( yes she has ))

  • B5-Kyrus closes his eyes and takes a deep breath

<B5-Potts> Silvan...move out...TEAM B keep a 5 meter interval....Keep silent <OneStab-A> er.. somewhere <B5-Rue> [LOL]

  • B5-Silvan moves forward
  • A5-Golden steps next to One.

<A5-Golden> Stick with me, lad.

  • B5-Rue nods...
  • A5-Kherr nods. "One, you're between me and Arhea/Fitz, sorry."
  • OneStab-A smiles at Golden.

<DM1> At the entrance to the mines....once you enter a small opening cavern...you find two tunnels...one going off in each direction.

  • A5-Flnthr quickly turns around checking the back.
  • A5-Lan follows behind Team B keeping at least 10 yards between to
 two teams

<B5-Rue> [Grrrrr....] [Hey! I wonder....] <OneStab-A> Good to have ye by me side again me friend..::nods to Kehr:: <OneStab-A> Confirmed. <DM1> Choose either the tunnel to the right or the one to the left..but do not split up the force. <B5-Potts> DM: Silvan is point

  • B5-Syra walks silently into the cave, following Silvan, Mar and
 Kyrus, stopping as they reach the junction.
  • A5-Fitz goes to one knee waiting staring silently through his Guilly
 suit
  • A5-Lan smiles to Kherr and one
  • A5-Flnthr moves backwards checking upwards and downwards using his
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<B5-Syra> It's your call Silvan. <A5-Golden> Let the good times roll, eh?

  • B5-DaeGar looks around slipping into a trance which heightens his
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  • A5-Flnthr hovers in the air.
  • B5-Marusk waits until Silvan is a good fifty or so meters up, and

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Subject: Spires log

 follows suit.
  • B5-Kyrus looks down both tunnels
  • B5-Psionc follows maintaining the distance and making absolutely no
 noise

<B5-Silvan> (( describe the tunnels please ))

  • A5-Flnthr is ultra silent.
  • B5-Kyrus shrugs and follows Marusk at a reasonable distance

<DM1> One leader or both team leaders will have to choose the tunnel. <A5-Kherr> Whooee... This is it...

  • B5-Silvan looks to Potts

<DM1> One to the left is low...dwarven height..and bends slightly. <B5-Potts> Silvan will be choosing the path <DM1> One to the right is a bit higher..and from it comes the sound of running water. <A5-Lan> Lets not split up...It could be deadly <B5-Potts> He is point and has that ability

  • A5-Kherr quiets himself to a whisper.
  • B5-Marusk looks to Silvan, awaiting his decision.
  • B5-Silvan kneels looking through each tunnel
  • A5-Golden follows the groups, his empty hands hanging casually by
 his sides.
  • A5-Flnthr thinks right would be best, easier to maneuver.

<B5-Silvan> the water could be treacherous to cross on a mission of stealth

  • A5-Arhea tries to feel the energy of the tunnels
  • B5-Potts nods
  • A5-Kherr glances to Silvan, nodding. "And we CAN fit in dwarf-

caves..."

  • A5-Fitz follows silently...darkness moving...is all you see and hear

<A5-Kherr> Uncomfortably, but we can.

  • B5-Kyrus frowns slightly, peering down the tunnel on the right

<A5-Fitz> The water would quite our moving

  • B5-Silvan moves to the left
  • B5-Psionc turns to Silvan whispering "If need be I can get us across
 the water without touching it..."

<OneStab-A> Looks like we split here.. which team which tunnel? <B5-Silvan> wait

  • B5-Silvan stops
      • A5-Lan has quit IRC (Connection reset by peer)
  • B5-Silvan looks at Psi
  • B5-DaeGar looks to silvan

<DM1> The forces cannot split. <A5-Kherr> We don't split. Oh no.. <B5-Silvan> hmmm

  • B5-Marusk thinks One is lagged quite horribly.

<B5-Potts> PLEASE <B5-Kyrus> Silvan...I recommend the right tunnel...

<B5-Kyrus> if we were to encounter something...the extra room is a benefit... <A5-Fitz> ping a5-fitz <B5-Potts> Contact your TEAM leaders with suggestions

  • B5-Silvan looks to Kyrus

<B5-Kyrus> Whereas crawling on our hands and knees hinders our movement ability... <B5-Silvan> aye perhaps ye are right

      • Lann is now known as A5-Lan
  • B5-Marusk looks to Potts, offering a suggestion.

<A5-Kherr> Lan... Good you're back...

  • A5-Lan nods
  • A5-Fitz nods to all going where they lead
  • B5-Silvan waits for all suggestions to be made looking towards the
 right cave
  • B5-Psionc nods in consent to Kyrus

<A5-Lan> Think of our opponents..

  • A5-Flnthr hovers silently looking behind him, all around, 360*

<A5-Lan> They are probably goblins.. maybe orcs... <B5-Silvan> aye to the right then... <A5-Lan> Drow and Druegar if we are unlucky <A5-Lan> Move to where we have room

  • B5-Syra tilts her head to the side, listening to the sounds of the
 cave.

<A5-Kherr> Alright... <B5-Silvan> Psi and rue can get us across the water <DM1> Team leaders..has a tunnel been selected?

      • B5-Kyrus has quit IRC (Leaving)

<B5-Syra> (w) Or underneath? <A5-Kherr> What of us, though?

  • B5-Rue looks at Silvan, and then nods.
  • A5-Lan glances around, giving a reassuring look to all friends

<A5-Kherr> We'll be behind. <B5-Silvan> Potts is this agreeable to ye?

  • A5-Fitz nods to Lan

<A5-Lan> Kherr.. let us wait for them to go.. <B5-Potts> Silvan...your choice <B5-Potts> Either way is fine

  • A5-Kherr nods
  • B5-Syra nods, ready to proceed.

<A5-Lan> Then we will decide what to do <B5-Silvan> to the right then

  • A5-Arhea looks at Lan
  • B5-Marusk nods, very curious as to the nature of the water sounds.
      • Falenthor is now known as A5-Flntr
      • A5-Golden has quit IRC (Ping timeout)
  • B5-Syra looks to Kherr. Aye as in swimming underwater? It is a
 possibility.
  • A5-Lan rides up to the junction as team b leaves
  • A5-Fitz looks around at all the darkness
  • A5-Flntr follows behind Team A.

<DM1> You are entering the right-hand tunnel...

  • A5-Flntr gazes with his infravision
      • B5-DaeGar has quit IRC (Leaving)

<A5-Kherr> Lan, you'll follow Daegar, give plenty of room. <DM1> You have to crouch down a little bit in order to get into the tunnel...but not too much.

  • A5-Flntr releases his flight spell by lands ultra silently.
  • A5-Fitz glances around slowly...
  • B5-Syra follows them into the right tunnel, one hand feeling the
 tunnel wall to her left.

<A5-Flnthr> I agree But right could have dragons

  • A5-Flnthr nods and moves along
      • OneStab-A is now known as A5-OneSta
      • A5-Flnthr has quit IRC (Leaving)
  • B5-Silvan moves stealthily through the tunnel
  • B5-Potts glares at Fal....

<B5-Syra> Anything is possible Fal.

  • A5-Flntr checks for trap doors or doors in ultra secrecy and
 stealth.

<DM1> As you enter the tunnel...you see that there is an underground stream that follows along the tunnel path.

      • A5-Flntr is now known as A5-Flnthr
  • B5-Syra quietens, her delicate Elven ears listening.

<A5-Kherr> Potts, he knows what he's doing...

  • A5-Lan leads team A right behind team B

<A5-Flnthr> Hmmm <B5-Potts> <How Deep?>

  • B5-DaeGar moves stealthily through the tunnel in rear

staying 5 feet behind whoever he is supposed to be behind <A5-Lan> Watch out for illusions... <B5-Potts> <and Wide?>

  • A5-Kherr follows Lan, checking back for the others making sure
 they're fine, able to see with his infravision
  • A5-Fitz follows Lan checking the walls and floor for traps
  • B5-Silvan listening and watching as he moves forward, his elven
 senses concentrated to their peak
  • A5-Arhea watches the water closely

<A5-Lan> Aboleth are mosters who live in underground water and can produce deadly illusions

  • B5-Marusk glances into the water for a moment as they walk

along.

  • A5-Flnthr listens with all elven senses.

<DM1> The tunnel begins to descend..the underground stream quickens..

  • B5-Syra watches her footing on the slippery stone cavern floor.

<A5-Kherr> We should watch out for water wierds, too... <A5-Flnthr> Hmm

  • A5-Fitz in a low crouch...follows....looking around
  • A5-Flnthr contemplates the situation.

<DM1> As you approach a curve..you see a Dwarven sign.

  • A5-Lan draws his rapiers
  • A5-Flnthr says in a low whisper "if we can stay above the water, we
 will be alright, but how we do that...."
  • B5-Silvan holds his hand signalling for a stop
  • A5-Kherr knows dwarven...
  • A5-Arhea holds close to the cavern walls
  • A5-Fitz holds his trench daggers in a reverse grip
  • B5-DaeGar looks to the sign

<DM1> It says, "Those who follow the river....will not get lost in the caves forever." <B5-Syra> Shhhh...(w) Let's not alert anyone or thing of our approach, shall we?

  • B5-Marusk picks his way carefully along until the stop is signaled.
  • B5-Potts echos the sign to Kherr
  • B5-Silvan whispers back to Marusk a sign
  • A5-Flnthr knows druegar.
  • B5-Syra stops.
  • B5-DaeGar stops immediately dropping to his belly
  • B5-Potts moves forward to Silvans position
  • B5-Marusk nods, turning his head to the group.

<A5-Flnthr> <w> "it may be a trap"

  • B5-Psionc stops and lowers his Scimtar
  • B5-Rue stops and steps back, as she blends into the shadows behind
 her.

<B5-Silvan> <w> hmmm do you think it's a trick? <DM1> The tunnel begins to widen...as it approaches a cavern. <A5-Fitz> Aye...a trap

  • A5-OneSta smiles

<A5-Kherr> Check the hand-writing...

  • A5-Lan shakes his head

<B5-Silvan> dwarves are nae usually so blunt <A5-Flnthr> <w> "we could have someone search ahead" <A5-Flnthr> <w> " Yeah, check it, see how old it is" <B5-Potts> Nae.... <A5-Fitz> It's to coincidental for a sign to be here <B5-Potts> I donae believe it to be a trap... <B5-Marusk> <w> Hard to say...but then, we chose this tunnel. And I doubt we wish to go back." <A5-OneSta> No... it simply means.. you follow the river downstream... all you need to is follow it upstream to find the way out.

  • B5-Potts looks back to One nodding

<A5-Kherr> <w> Someone should go ahead, yes.

  • A5-Flnthr will.

<A5-Fitz> As will i

  • A5-Kherr looks to One, then to Fal. "No..."
  • A5-Flnthr wonders if this such a good idea but puts that

thought away from his mind. <A5-Kherr> One has the idea... <B5-Potts> <w> Lets move...Silvan...keep an eye out for *anything* unusuall

  • B5-Silvan snaps his fingers at one's words

<A5-Flnthr> <w> "2 better than one" <A5-Kherr> One as in OneStab

  • B5-Marusk glances into the water for any signal of life, ranger
 senses looking for the right signs.
  • B5-Potts moves back to his position and signals his Team to move

<A5-Fitz> <w> That's true

joined #dragon*spires <B5-Silvan> <w> aye one is correct

  • B5-DaeGar lifts his head up
      • merikus is on IRC
  • A5-Flnthr does the same as marusk.
  • B5-Silvan moves forward
  • A5-Flnthr continues thinking.

<DM1> As you proceed.....the tunnel opens to a cavern...

  • A5-Kherr follows suit..

<DM2> Grumble...team A if you wish...please change you nick as the others. Kherr team leader

  • A5-Flnthr moves in ultra-silence and stays within the shadows.
  • B5-Potts signals his team to flank about to the right and signals to
 Kherr to hold
  • A5-Kherr crouches, ready for anything

<DM1> In the cavern, you find an abandoned dwarven work area..there are abandoned mining tables....sacks for bagging ore...a dusty table with a book on it.

  • A5-Kherr looks to the ceiling
  • A5-Flnthr readies the twin daggers.
  • A5-Kherr nods. Lan... Wait a minute...
  • B5-Marusk moves to the aforementioned flank position, holding his
 blade level in silence.
  • B5-Syra stealthily moves upon silent feet to the right of the
 cavern.
  • A5-Flnthr checks the floor and sides.
  • B5-Silvan does as Potts says
  • A5-Fitz crouchs readies his trench knives
  • B5-Silvan silently removes eltheriel from its sheath
  • B5-Potts motions to Mar and Silvan
      • A5-Lan has quit IRC (Ping timeout)

<A5-Flnthr> <w> "Someone check the sacks"

  • B5-Marusk shifts his glance to Potts.
  • B5-Rue drops her dagger to her hand.
  • A5-Fitz moves to the sacks
  • B5-Psionc follows keeping silent

<B5-Potts> :::signals Mar and Silvan::: <w> Go...carefully <A5-Kherr> Fitz... wait <A5-Flnthr> <w> "And the book"

  • B5-Silvan lokoks at Potts

<B5-Silvan> <w> aye <B5-Rue> I think that it's a trap...

  • B5-Marusk nods.
  • B5-DaeGar flanks to the right a bit waiting for everyone else.
  • A5-Fitz stops and looks back to Kherr
  • B5-Marusk looks to Silvan.
  • B5-Silvan looks to Mar and nods
  • B5-Potts motions for Kherr to join him
      • Grumble is now known as A5-Grumbl
  • A5-Fitz moves back wards away from the sacks
  • A5-Flnthr looks at his commander, Kherr.
  • B5-Syra looks beyond the table and around the cavern.
  • A5-Fitz glances to Kherr
  • A5-Flnthr gazes towards the book.
  • B5-Silvan moves to the left and watches as Mar moves to the right
  • B5-Marusk motions to Silvan for a two-pronged progression, and
 proceeds forward to the right of Silvan.

<A5-Kherr> Team B, wait here until I call... <A5-Flnthr> <w> "The lorebook?"

  • A5-Kherr walks slowly to Potts

<B5-Potts> Team A Kherr ;)

<A5-Flnthr> <w> "Hmmm"

      • merikus has left IRC

<A5-Kherr> Team A, wait....

      • A5-Meriku is now known as A5-Mer

<B5-Potts> <w> Mar and Silvan will check out the room <A5-Kherr> Sorry Potts

<A5-Fitz> <w> What do we do, Kherr?

  • B5-Marusk distances himself a few meters to Silvan's side,

scrutinizing the walls, floor, and ceiling carefully.

  • A5-Kherr nods

<A5-Flnthr> <w> "Kherr, let me check the book" <DM1> The book is called "Dwarven Mining Lore." <B5-Potts> <w> If something happens...well move to the right....hold your team and be ready to surprise anything

  • A5-Mer comes up from behind, coughing from the dust.

<A5-Kherr> <w> Wait Fal... <A5-Mer> <m> Dammit...ye guys coulda waited. ::Grins::

  • B5-Syra moves a bit more to the right, along the cavern wall.

<A5-Flnthr> <w> "I knew it!"

  • B5-Silvan checks along the walls watching them

<B5-Rue> <w> Don't touch it... <DM1> As Warden Merikus crosses the cavern floor..the floor crumbles underneath him...and he falls into a goblin trap.

  • A5-Kherr nods to Potts
  • B5-Syra grins at Mer.

<A5-Fitz> <w> Let me check the sacks <B5-Syra> Mer! <B5-Potts> Merikus didn't cross anything <A5-Flnthr> <w> "ooh god"

  • B5-Marusk spins, hearing Mer fall.
  • B5-Syra looks back as he disappears from sight.

<B5-Potts> It was Marusk

  • A5-Flnthr quickly, but silently, removes his rope.

<A5-Mer> Crud!

  • A5-Kherr glares at Fitz. Wait you fool...
  • A5-Fitz leaps backwards from the trap
  • A5-Mer falls through the floor.

<A5-Mer> Help! <DM1> His head and shoulders are at floor length..and the rest of him is in the trap.

  • A5-Flnthr lowers the rope to him.
  • B5-Potts chuckles and turns back to Mar

<A5-Kherr> Fitz, Fal, help him out.

  • A5-Fitz nods "Aye, sir"

<A5-Flnthr> <w>"Someone help me" <DM1> You try to pull him up, but he appears stuck in some way you cannot figure out. <B5-Syra> Hold on. What sort of trap is it?

  • B5-Silvan looks back at Mer but keeps watching the walls

<A5-Flnthr> <w>"Mer, grab the rope"

  • A5-Mer looks at Kherr. "Get me the hell outta here!"

<A5-Flnthr> <w>Hmm

  • B5-Marusk nearly grins, wondering where Mer came from.
  • A5-Fitz goes to help merikus out

<DM1> The floor gave way beneath him...and now he is stuck...

  • A5-Flnthr walks to him.
  • B5-Marusk turns to Silvan.
  • A5-Fitz grabs some of the rope
  • A5-Mer grabs the rope, and can't get out.
  • B5-Silvan stops

<A5-Mer> <m> I'm bloody stuck. Wonderful.

  • A5-Flnthr quickly and silently attaches the harness above

the trap, checking traps before proceeding.

  • B5-Silvan looks back at Mer
  • A5-Fitz starts to pull the rope
  • A5-OneSta begins sliding his sword on the floor in front of

him, pressing just enough to set any further traps

  • A5-Flnthr thinks.

<B5-Syra> Mer...can you look down to see what's holding you?

  • B5-Marusk gestures to the tables.
  • B5-Psionc lays on the floor and looks down into the trap

<A5-Kherr> Lan, you stay with the team...

  • B5-Potts motions to Mar and Silvan to move about the

perimeter and then to the table <A5-Mer> Are the Asyri monitoring this area? Can we use Magic? <A5-Kherr> Mer, DON'T...

  • A5-Flnthr slowly slides above Mer.

<A5-Kherr> Not yet..

  • A5-OneSta watches the rear as the others crowd around mer.
  • B5-Rue looks around, trying to sense if magic is being used...

<A5-Flnthr> Hmm

  • B5-Marusk mouths. "Check tables."

<B5-Syra> It's best not too...unless dire circumstances call for it Mer.

  • B5-Silvan checks the rest of the perimeter wary of any traps and
 watching for them

<A5-Flnthr> <w> "Mer, look down"

  • B5-Silvan nods

<A5-Flnthr> <w> "Whats holding you <DM1> Merikus is stuck in a small hole....his head above it..there is no way he can look down.

  • B5-Silvan moves to the tables carefully
  • B5-Marusk checks the rest of the perimeter, testing each piece of
 floor ahead with his foot before proceeding.
  • A5-Flnthr hangs above Mer.
  • A5-Mer looks down.....trying to see what the trap is like, and
 cussin'
  • B5-DaeGar gets back in the game ((was lagged majorly))
  • A5-Fitz braces himself to pull on the rope incase he slips

into the pit <A5-Flnthr> Hmmm

  • B5-Marusk examines the contents of each table as he passes by.
  • A5-Flnthr slowly lowers himself.
  • A5-Lan looks to the trap

<DM1> The sign outside warned about goblin traps...perhaps the dwarves know something about how he could be aided. <A5-Kherr> Team A, stay out of the cavern... We're holding rear, remember that! <A5-Flnthr> <w> "Mer, kick your feet"

  • B5-Syra is still standing at the right wall of the

cavern...watching.

  • A5-Mer tries to kick his feet.
  • A5-Lan nods

<DM1> Merikus's feet cannot move.

  • B5-Silvan checks the tables carefully

<A5-Kherr> Wait... <B5-Syra> I think we need to check the book. <A5-Flnthr> <w> I know

  • A5-Lan keeps team A except for Falenthor who is doing other

stuff out of the cavern <A5-Kherr> I'll go check the sign to see what gives

  • A5-Fitz braces somemore just incase the rope slips

<A5-Kherr> Syra, No...

  • A5-OneSta is happily holding the rear

<A5-Fitz> ((And me..))

  • A5-Flnthr is above Mer trying to help him

<A5-Kherr> Not yet <A5-Flnthr> <w> "Someone needs to get the book" <A5-Flnthr> <w> And get someone who can read dwarven <A5-Kherr> Fal, wait... <A5-Flnthr> <w> Fitz <A5-Kherr> Someone check the book for traps. <B5-Rue> Wait...

  • B5-Marusk glances about for an exit.

<A5-Kherr> I can... <A5-Flnthr> <w> Check the ground around Mer.

  • A5-Fitz braces the rope so that Flnthr doesnt slip

<A5-Fitz> <w> Aye <B5-Marusk> DM: Any noticeable exits from the cavern besides where we came?

  • A5-Flnthr is in the harness.

<A5-Kherr> DM, where was the sign the warned about traps?

joined #dragon*spires

  • A5-Fitz slowly checks the area around the trap
  • B5-Psionc goes to look at the Dwarven Mine lore book

<B5-Syra> Aye Kherr....at the entrance of the cave.

  • B5-Potts waits for Team A to get control of themselves

<A5-Flnthr> <w> Anything there? <DM1> The stream follows into another tunnel...leading away from this cavern.

  • A5-Fitz slowly and carefully checking the floor with his

knives

  • B5-Marusk nods.
  • A5-Kherr goes to read the sign again

<A5-Fitz> <w> Can't find anything yet

  • A5-Lan holds onto Falenthor's rope so he doesn't slip
  • A5-Mer growls, his eyes flashing Necrosarian red.

<A5-Flnthr> <w> If not, try to move some away to free up Mer.

  • B5-Marusk proceeds along the perimeter carefully once

more...picking his way with cautious feet.

  • B5-Syra looks to the book on the table, making her way

carefully towards it.

  • B5-Rue looks at the stream...
  • A5-Fitz continues to check around the hole

<A5-Mer> If ye people can't get me outta here....I'll have t' get m'self out! <A5-Flnthr> SHHH! <A5-Kherr> DM-- Reading the sign again <A5-Kherr> Keep trying to get Mer out. <DM1> Merikus is completely stuck...

  • B5-Marusk does so until he arrives at the other end of the cavern,
 standing on one side of the new tunnel entrance.

<A5-Flnthr> DM1: Can we find anything? <A5-Fitz> <w> I'm friggin trying

  • A5-Grumbl grumbles to himself as he looks around

<A5-Flnthr> <w> okay

  • B5-Syra doesn't pick it up, but opens the front cover very

carefully. <A5-Flnthr> <w> last chance <DM1> You might check the book for entries about goblin traps.

  • B5-Marusk motions for Silvan to join him on the other side if he
 can.

<A5-Fitz> DM1: yea looking around the hole

  • A5-Lan looks to Mer
  • A5-Mer rubs 'is hand t' gether.

<A5-Flnthr> <w> Someone get the BOOK <A5-Lan> Falenthor... hold on <A5-Kherr> DM!

  • B5-Syra notices the brittle pages and turns them gently, so as not
 to disturb the ancient writings.
  • A5-Lan ties a rope around him

<B5-Potts> Please listen to me...This will move much more smoothly if You contact your team leader with your suggestions <B5-Rue> <w> I don't like that book... <B5-Psionc> I WAS already looking at the book! <B5-Potts> The DM"s can't tell whats going on <A5-Flnthr> <w> Okay <A5-Kherr> Readin the sign again for info <A5-Kherr> Seeing if it says anything

  • B5-Silvan moves carefully checking each step until he reaches Mar
  • A5-Lan hands the end of the rope to Fitz "Hold this and don't let
 go!"
  • A5-Fitz nods to Flnthr and moves towards the book slowly
  • B5-Silvan snaps quietly

<DM1> The entry reads...as follows...

  • B5-Rue stands in the back of the tunnel...
  • A5-Flnthr nods to lan "good idea"

<B5-Silvan> dinnae touch the book

  • A5-Kherr nods
  • B5-Marusk looks to Silvan.

<DM2> You read the following in the book <DM2> Goblin tunnels are filled with glue <DM2> Made from cobwebs of a grayish hue. <DM2> Melt the webs with heat to free, <DM2> But the goblins will demand a fee. <DM2> They are picky about their bribes, <DM2> And will fight if not satisfied."

  • A5-Flnthr is still hanging over Mer.
  • A5-Fitz stands up slowly looking at the book
  • A5-Lan jumps down into the hole

<A5-Flnthr> <w> Whats it say? <B5-Rue> Silvan is right...

  • B5-Marusk cocks his head to the side curiously, nods.
  • A5-Fitz looks at the book

<A5-Flnthr> <w> Glue!

  • A5-Mer looks up at Fal. "'ey, Fal."
  • A5-Lan catches a hand hold

<A5-Kherr> Team A, contact me with suggestion... MSGs <A5-Fitz> <w> Shush i'm trying to read here

  • A5-Lan reaches up with one hand to Falenthor "Take my hand"
  • A5-Fitz looks to Kher waiting

<B5-Syra> Listen up everyone...*reads the inscription that the DM just told*

  • A5-Flnthr maneuvers down towards Mer and holds lan.
  • B5-Marusk remains on one side of the tunnel mouth, leaning over to
 glance down it, hoping his infravision can penetrate the darkness.
  • A5-OneSta reads the "fee" part and begins scanning the crowd for
 Virgins.....
  • A5-Flnthr mummer and readies a flame spell.

<A5-Kherr> A fee?

  • A5-Fitz looks back to the book
  • A5-Lan reaches down with his other hand reaching for Merikus
  • B5-Silvan does the same
  • A5-Mer gets Lan's hand.
  • A5-Lan forms a human bridge between Fal and Merikus
  • A5-Fitz grabs the rope
  • B5-Syra chuckles at one.

<A5-Lan> "Take my hand Mer!"

  • A5-Flnthr reminds everyone that he has a HARNESS and is hanging OVER
 Merikus.
  • A5-Fitz braces himself

<B5-Syra> It says here, we must use heat to free Mer....but we must also pay a fee to the goblins.

  • A5-Lan feels his arms being pulled out of the sockets

<A5-Flnthr> Okay <A5-Lan> "PULL US UP FITZ!" <B5-Marusk> DM: What do Silvan and Mar see when looking down the tunnel? <A5-Flnthr> Now <A5-Flnthr> On 3

  • A5-Mer looks at Kherr. "Kher! I'm gonna become a blue mist...make
 our live easy...any objections?"

<A5-Flnthr> Yank Mer while I hurl a flame spell.

  • A5-Fitz starts to pull up on the rope
  • B5-Marusk casts a quick glance to Lan.

<B5-Silvan> (( AFK (( <DM1> The Harness doesn't work, Falenthor...only heat will free him.

  • A5-Lan nods

<A5-Mer> It's Preast MAgic...the Asyri cannae prolly see it. <B5-Syra> Hold on Flnthr....no spells. <A5-Flnthr> I know

  • B5-Marusk looks to everyone, placing a finger to his lips and waving
 frantically.

<A5-Fitz> Pulling the rope here <A5-Flnthr> I'm just hanging for him to get a vantage point <A5-Kherr> Hold on...

  • B5-Rue looks around...

<A5-OneSta> <w> Use the Force, Mer.. they Cannot see that..

  • B5-Syra quietens upon see Mar's frantic waving.

<A5-Flnthr> Someone give me a torch <A5-Flnthr> No magic Merikus <B5-Rue> <w> Does anyone have a flint, or something that they can use like that? <A5-Flnthr> I forgot

  • A5-Mer closes his eyes......
  • B5-Rue nods...
  • B5-Marusk shakes his head slowly, glancing back down the tunnel.

<A5-Lan> "Here!" <A5-Lan> "In my bag.." <A5-Kherr> I think we may have to burn it...

  • A5-Flnthr lowers himself next to Mer.

<A5-Lan> "There is flint and steel"

  • A5-Fitz pulls harder on the rope

<A5-Flnthr> Light it <A5-Mer> <m> 'Tis a bloody Preast Spell. Gazriel is the one who gives me this power..not the Weave. <A5-Flnthr> Wait

  • B5-Marusk glances to Lan again. "Shhh!"
  • A5-Kherr looks to Syra. "But we don't know what kind of fee.

<A5-Flnthr> Stop pulling

  • A5-Lan holds onto Fal and Mer's hands

<A5-Flnthr> ((I'm whispering everything))

  • B5-Syra nods...we still must free him.
  • B5-Marusk glances back down the tunnel with Silvan again, keeping a
 constant vigil.

<DM1> What would you use to melt glue...that had dried?

  • A5-Fitz stops pulling and braces himself

<A5-Flnthr> Fire <B5-Potts> No <A5-Flnthr> Hmm <A5-Lan> Water <A5-Flnthr> Or maybe acid

  • B5-Syra looks back at the book, reading the inscription once again.
  • B5-Silvan stands watching
  • A5-Mer left his Glue Solvent at home.

<A5-Kherr> Everyone quiet.

  • A5-Lan starts to spit on the glue

<A5-Flnthr> Water <DM1> Lan is right...hot water.

  • A5-Flnthr smacks himself

<A5-Kherr> Everyone quiet. <B5-Potts> You'll Burn Merikus and notify our presence

      • B5-DaeGar has quit IRC (Ping timeout)

<A5-Fitz> <w> Aye fire would work...

  • A5-Lan nods

<A5-Arhea> Didn't the book say cobwebs and heat? <A5-Lan> Ok <A5-Lan> Here is what we do

  • A5-Flnthr thanks god he brought along a water bottle.

<A5-Lan> Marusk.. <A5-Kherr> Mer, you mind your feet getting toasty? Because they will.

  • A5-Flnthr takes it out.

<A5-Lan> Can you start a small fire!? <A5-Kherr> Lan, Sh. <B5-Rue> <w> Cobwebs were mentioned...

  • A5-Flnthr thinks the heat from his blade would do the trick.

<DM1> There is water in the stream just behind you. <A5-Mer> Kher...oh...duh.

  • A5-Fitz pulls out his own water skin

<A5-Mer> Someone stab me! <A5-Mer> I'm serious! Cut my head off! <A5-Kherr> Quiet Mer. <A5-Arhea> Aye...that I have, the cobwebs

  • A5-Flnthr places his enchanted sword against the bottom of the water
 and it slowly becomes hotter.
  • A5-Flnthr brought water along
  • B5-Marusk shakes his head to Lan as a negative answer to

the fire question.

  • A5-Mer looks at Kher. "I have the ring!"
  • A5-Flnthr sheathes the sword.

<A5-Mer> If my body is mortally wounded, it turns to gem..and I appear behind the attacker!

  • A5-Flnthr looks down at Merikus
  • A5-Lan drops Mer's hand and reaches up for the hot waterskin

<A5-Lan> "Hand it to me"

  • A5-Kherr glares at Mer. "Just quiet."

<A5-Flnthr> Okay everyone <A5-Flnthr> Ready <A5-Flnthr> On 3

  • A5-Flnthr checks and waits......

<A5-Flnthr> 1.. <A5-Flnthr> 2. <A5-Flnthr> 2 <A5-Flnthr> 3 <A5-Mer> Kher.....just do it. <A5-Kherr> Wait.

  • A5-Lan graps Mer's hand
  • A5-Fitz gets ready to pull
  • A5-Flnthr pours the water near Merikus hoping it burns it away.
  • A5-Fitz tugs on the rope
  • A5-Lan forms the human poll

<A5-Flnthr> NOW! <A5-Kherr> Fal, stop. Everyone stop. NOW

  • A5-Flnthr tugs on Mer.

<DM1> As you pour the water...merikus can feel the glue loosening.

  • A5-Fitz pulls for all he's worth

<A5-Kherr> Listen to me!

  • A5-Lan looks to the glue

<A5-Kherr> <hissingL I said stop!

  • A5-Flnthr wonders if it worked.

<A5-Lan> Stop pulling and listen to Kherr :Harsh whisper! <A5-Mer> ok...wait! <A5-Kherr> <hissing> Stop!!! <A5-Mer> Everyone, stop.

  • A5-Flnthr suddenly stops wondering if it

<A5-Flnthr> worked

  • A5-Fitz looks to Kherr
  • A5-Grumbl leans on his battle axe, listening
  • A5-Kherr looks to Mer. <w> You sure this'll work?
  • B5-Syra thinks a knife heated might do the trick.
  • A5-Flnthr stops.
  • A5-Lan holds on to Mer's hand with one hand and Fal's harness strap
 with the other

<A5-Mer> Now. <A5-Mer> Let me explain. <DM1> Merikus can now move his legs...and can feel his body moving... <A5-Kherr> Lan, stop. <A5-Mer> I have a magical ring...a Gift form Zoma....

  • A5-Flnthr looks to Kherr as he swings back and forth but lows
 himself on his harness.

<A5-Flnthr> Syra, we have heated water

  • B5-Marusk remains guarding the exit with Silvan.

<A5-Flnthr> Okay <A5-Mer> If I get mortally wounded....I become a crystal..and come up behind the attacker..right before he killed me.

  • A5-Flnthr looks at the rest of his water.
      • B5-DaeGar has quit IRC (Leaving)
  • A5-Lan looks into Mer's eyes

<A5-Mer> Soooooo.....if ye kill me, then I'll get out.

  • A5-Flnthr waits for the signal.

<A5-Lan> All right Mer

  • A5-Lan drops Mer's hand

<A5-Fitz> <w> Why don't we try the water first

  • B5-Syra slowly glances through the book once more.
  • A5-Lan unsheaths his rapier

<A5-Flnthr> I agree <A5-Flnthr> Water <A5-Flnthr> NO

  • A5-Mer grins. "Ask Mar. I used to stab myself for fun."

<A5-Flnthr> LAN!

  • B5-Syra glances up at Mer, incredulously.

<DM1> Someone has already poured water. <A5-Flnthr> <loud/soft whisper>

  • A5-Lan looks to Mer "You sure?"

<A5-OneSta> Wait.. I have an idea then.. let's just Kill Mer and he will appear behind.. say.. me <DM1> The glue is loose...please pay attention to the DM instructions. <A5-Kherr> Alright then...

  • A5-Mer looks at Lan.
  • A5-Flnthr thinks this won't work.
  • A5-Fitz shakes his head slowly
  • A5-Mer looks at the Lagged One.
  • A5-Kherr takes his sword and readies to stab Mer.
  • A5-Lan nods
  • A5-Flnthr thinks this is stupid.
  • A5-Flnthr poured water.

<B5-Syra> Hold Kherr... <A5-Flnthr> Lets just tug him out. <A5-Kherr> DM, how much can Mer move?

  • A5-Lan straps his sword through Merikus eye
  • A5-Mer narrows his eyes. "Someone...kill me."

<A5-Kherr> Lan!

  • B5-Marusk takes a moment to glance back at the antics of those in
 the middle of the cavern, then back to his vigil.

<DM1> He can move his legs...and his midsection is also loosening..from the melting glue.

  • A5-Flnthr watches at the gruesome gore.
  • B5-Silvan looks to the commotion behind them
  • A5-Fitz grabs the rope bracing himself ready to pull
  • A5-Mer appears behind Lan, his lightsaber blazing to life, as his
 other body becomes a dark green crystal.

<B5-Rue> He's glued in, Fal...

  • A5-Flnthr sighs.

<B5-Silvan> <w> damn ye all! do ye know anything about stealth!

  • A5-Kherr looks to Syra.
  • A5-Mer makes a flourishing bow. "Hello!"

<B5-Silvan> <w> in the name of Mielikki shut yer mouths now!

  • A5-Lan turns around to Merikus

<A5-Flnthr> SHH!

  • B5-Potts thinks it's time to start warning ppl
  • A5-Flnthr wonders if that antic by Mer worked
  • A5-Mer sheaths the lightsaber, and looks at his now-crystal-body.

<A5-Kherr> <hissing> Look here, everyone be quiet, This is no time for chit-chat. <A5-OneSta> ((needs to run AFK for a sec))

  • A5-Fitz is ready to pull mer out of the hole, since he's braced
 himself with the rope
  • A5-Kherr glares around.

<DM1> Merikus is out of the trap.

  • B5-Syra lifts the book gently from it's place on the table, placing
 it into her pack...if needed further.

<B5-Potts> LISTEN UP PPL <A5-Kherr> Fitz, mer is already out <A5-Mer> ((Ok..everyone hold. Mer's free, because of a ring that he's had ever since I started RPing him..ok?)) <A5-Lan> Sh

  • A5-Flnthr rappels back to solid ground and puts his harness back.

<B5-Potts> TEAM A....You need to talk to your TEAM LEADER with your suggestions then act after his approval

  • A5-Fitz lets go of the rope and sighs
  • A5-Lan listens to Kherr and Potts
  • A5-Kherr glances around. Please don't try my patience.
  • A5-Grumbl sits on the floor, and pulls out wineskin full of dwarven
 mead out of his magical pouch, and begins drinking it

<B5-Potts> PLEASE keep your comments to a *MINIMUM*

  • A5-Lan unsheaths his rapiers

<DM1> A goblin pops out of the trap to get hold of Merkus.

  • A5-Flnthr sighs.

<Goblinr> Goblinr shows his fangs.. cracked and broken... stained with blood and gore-clawed hands grabbing the side of the pit and pulling out - <A5-Mer> ((His ex-body is now stuck in the hole, in the form of a green crystal, which breaks at a touch. Thank you.))

  1. Dragon*spires

<A5-Kherr> ((Someone me secret channel))

  • B5-Syra 's eyes widen.
  • A5-Lan eyes the goblins
  • Gooblin steps out of the shadows, a hideous dwarf of a creature, his
 thick, dark green skin hidden beneath rag clothing, his lips drawn
 back in a gnarled smile to revealed rows of jagged, broken teeth,
 his almond eyes contain slit pupils, his long, pointed ears slicked
 back slightly.
  • A5-Flnthr unsheathes both Dreamblade and Elvensinger.

<B5-Silvan> (( Sira! Mokie! ))

  • B5-Syra withdraws her ElvenBlade, a definite *hiss* resounding as it
 greets the air.

<Goblinr> Goblinr is a pale sickly green goblin.. puss oozing from open sores.. taters of reeking cloth hanging from his hips.. toes caked with black loam <Goblinr> Goblinr sneers - yellowed fangs cracked as drool drips over his chin in a thick slick glob-breath stinking of rotting corpses as he drags his knuckles on the ground while hunching forward in a slow lope

  • Gobby steps out of the cavern
  • A5-Kherr readies Storm Seeker.
  • Gobby is an ugly brute of a goblin, with bulbous yellow eyes and
 wart covered sickening greenish tinted skin, dressed in some kind of
 skins better not identified, drool falling from a corner of it's
 twisted lips.

<A5-Kherr> Company!

  • A5-Flnthr looks to Goblinr

<A5-Lan> Don't kill them all..

  • B5-Psionc looks to the gooblin

<B5-Syra> Yuck! What a sight.

  • A5-Fitz pulls his trench daggers looking at the monster
  • Goblinr grabs Mer... long raked claws reaching for Merikus
  • A5-Flnthr glares at Goblinr
  • B5-Rue begins to back away into the back of the cavern, swinging her
 cloak around her...
  • A5-Kherr leaps to Mer
  • B5-Potts moves forward towards the Goblins

<DM1> The goblins have come to reclaim their prize...you had better consult the Lorebook to find out what to do. <Goblinr> Dinner! :: snarls with glee <B5-Silvan> wait all! Mar can communicate with them

  • A5-Mer unsheathes Galiathon. "You wanna fight, slime?"
looking down at the goblin grabbing him::
  • Goblinr pulls Merikus backward into his scaly grip
  • Gooblin slowly moves out from the darkened recesses, moving past the
 sticky web and towards the band of creatures.
  • B5-Rue slips back into the shadows and kneels down, hiding in
 them...
  • A5-Flnthr knows goblin
  • B5-Marusk remains by the door, looking to goblins.
  • A5-Flnthr speaks in goblin "What do you want?"

<B5-Syra> Oh my....*withdraws the lore book, swiftly leafing through the pages once again* <B5-Potts> Marusk...get up here. You speak goblin

  • A5-Flnthr speaks in goblin "Release Merikus"
  • A5-Fitz looks to the beast
  • A5-Kherr looks to Syra. "You never fought these?"
  • Goblinr drools on Mer... wrapping arms around him evilly
  • B5-Marusk almost opens his mouth to speak, but sees Falen has beaten
 him to it.

<A5-Mer> ((DM, am I being dragged, or does it just have a hold of me?))

  • A5-Flnthr speaks in goblin "And we may let you live"
  • Gobby drools greedily as it looks at Mer..

<A5-Kherr> Syra, the book, NOW!

  • A5-Flnthr runs to the lorebook silently

<B5-Syra> I'm looking Kherr.

  • A5-Flnthr picks the book up and speed reads it.

<DM2> But the goblins will demand a fee. They are picky about their bribes, and will fight if not satisfied."

  • B5-Marusk retains his place by the door, listening to Falenthor and
 looks to the goblins for responses.
  • B5-Potts grabs hold of Flnthr and shakes him violently

<B5-Potts> CHILL OUT

  • A5-Fitz glances around ready to do anything

<Goblinr> Goblinr drags a rotten bag behind him... leaving a slimy trail.. glistening red slick

  • A5-Flnthr looks on with Syra.
  • B5-Marusk retains a loose grip on his blade.
  • A5-Lan stand protectively in front of the back portions of the army
  • B5-Syra steps back a few steps, trying to shed some light onto the
 written words.
  • A5-Flnthr reads along.
  • A5-Flnthr readies his grenades just incase for a speedy escape.
  • A5-Lan walks over and stands by Potts
  • A5-Flnthr checks both daggers.
  • A5-Mer holds on to Galiathon.....wondering if he's being

dragged....or just held. <A5-Flnthr> Hmm

  • B5-Syra looks for a fee...

<A5-Flnthr> Clothing <A5-Kherr> Yeah yeah... Fal! <A5-Flnthr> That's what they need <A5-Kherr> FAL! Ask what they want! <B5-Syra> Ask him what sort of fee he demands. <A5-Flnthr> clothing

  • A5-Fitz watches the rear as well as the front of the army
  • Gooblin lets out a deep breath, the rank odor of his breath

billowing forward, the stench slowly wafting across you noise, filling your stomach with a soft nausea.

  • B5-Potts holds out a Necklace of Gold encrusted with an emerald for
 the Goblins to see
  • Goblinr starts to finger Mer's clothing... feeling him for toughness
 .. wondering how well he can be roasted - or if he should be eaten
 raw

<A5-Kherr> Mar, you too!

  1. Dragon*Spires * A5-Flnthr quickly whips out clothing
  • A5-Flnthr speaks in goblin
  • A5-Fitz gags

<A5-Flnthr> "You goblins, I have clothes" "Nice clothes" "You want?"

  • Goblinr widens his eyes at Potts's necklace..
  • B5-Marusk has a feeling that they're not in the mood to communicate,
 but listens to Falen.

<A5-Flnthr> "Lots of clothes"

  • B5-Syra sniffs, making a face.
  • A5-Mer kicks down on Goblinr's hand, attempting to break the wrist
 with the swift kick.
  • B5-Silvan stands watching the mouth of the channel

<A5-Kherr> Mar, ask anyway

  • Goblinr sneers at Flnthr.. pulling mer father back
  • B5-Potts motions from the necklace to Merikus signaling a trade
  • A5-Flnthr lays down various shirts, non-precious stones and a few
 gems.
  • A5-Lan walks over and stands by Silvan

<A5-Fitz> Potts yer necklace!!

  • A5-Flnthr puts down some more fancy clothing

<A5-Flnthr> "Yours"

  • Gooblin walks slowly over to Mer, closing his two small, sharply
 clawed hands on his arm, lines or saliva streaming from his mouth
 and cascading down onto Mer's shoulder.

<A5-Flnthr> "Take" <Goblinr> we don need no damn stinkin human clothes ::hisses between his cracked lips <A5-Fitz> ((loud whisper)) <A5-Flnthr> "Those are goblin clothing" <A5-Mer> Get the stang off of me you Asyri loving slime...::to the goblin::

  • B5-Silvan nods to Lan
  • B5-Marusk speaks to the goblins with a haughty tone. "Then what do
 you need?"
  • Gooblin runs his arm across his mouth, wiping away a river of drool
 from the cracked, leathery lips.
  • Goblinr dances around a bit... letting Goob hold on to Mer
  • Gobby reaches up a long dirty claw and picks at its teeth, a small
 piece of rotten meat falling to the ground as it follows Goob.

<A5-Flnthr> "Funkt, my goblin friend wore those to parties" <A5-Flnthr> "You want swords" <A5-Lan> Welcome to hell Silvan.. so much for stealth, eh? <w>

  • Goblinr leers at them

<B5-Silvan> aye

  • B5-Silvan nods
  • A5-Flnthr drops some fake wooden swords down.

<B5-Silvan> I cannae believe this

  • A5-Mer growls, his eyes flashing Necrosarian....
  • Goblinr eyes Potts hungrily.. eyes going to the bright glittering
 necklace
  • A5-Flnthr pushes the swords towards the goblins.

<A5-Kherr> Everyone wait! Let Fal, Mar and Potts do this. <B5-Silvan> the Asyri will be on us any minute if they are here <w> <B5-Kyrus> ((boy...talk about a bad kick)) <B5-Potts> Do you like?

  • B5-Rue snorts... "Mensch... If this weren't a stealth adventure, I'd
 have this done already..."

<A5-Flnthr> "You want necklace?"

  • A5-Lan thinks that if Fal had all of this he would be so overloaded
 and encumbered he couldn't move
  • B5-Syra seeks further into the book, looking for any demands that a
 goblin might want.
  • B5-Rue stays where she is...

<Goblinr> ye stupid skinny humans... :: snarls <Gooblin> Sickly human....tender flesh....cook well....

  • looking Mer over, his eyes dancing with hunger*
  • B5-Marusk continues with his haughty tone. "Surely something brings
 you here...What is it you want, hmm? Jewelry? Clothes?"
  • Goblinr eyes Potts again..
      • DM2 sets mode: +s
  • Gooblin slowly swivels his head to look at one of his brethren, his
 large eyes getting wider to adjust to the darkness. A strand of
 drool runs out of his gaping maw, hanging for a moment before
 falling to the ground.

<A5-Fitz> <w> The necklace Potts <Goblinr> pretty pretty :: hisses.. fingers clicking together

  • B5-Marusk grins to them, making his tone patronizing. "Come

on...don't just stand there wasting our time."

  • A5-Flnthr looks for some sort of food.
  • Gobby lets a gooey ball of foul smelling goo slide from hits lips
 and onto the prisoner whom it is leaning over and looking at.

<B5-Potts> You leave us...never to return...and you can have it

  • Goblinr snatches at the sparklies
  • A5-Flnthr hurls apiece of meat which looks like flesh.
  • A5-Lan hands Marusk some dried meat rations "Try this"
  • B5-Potts pulls it back
  • A5-Mer looks at Goblinr...speaking in perfect Goblin. "

I should let you know I am Kin of Dragons. I suggest you let me go, or pay the dire consequences." <Goblinr> more. :: hisses at Potts

  • A5-Kherr glares at Fal
  • B5-Syra almost gags at the smell and sight of the goblins.
  • Goblinr snaps his fangs together.... snarling at Potts

<B5-Marusk> <w> Toss it to them, Lan.

  • A5-Flnthr speaks in goblin using an accent "Take all"

<B5-Potts> A trade or nothing

  • B5-Silvan disappears into the shadows watching the cave mouth
  • A5-Fitz tosses one of his necklaces to Potts
  • A5-Lan tosses the meat to the goblins

<Goblinr> Goblinr sneers again, picking a large chuck covered with hair out of his fangs... looking like a rats tail <Goblinr> Goblinr inspects it thoughtfully and chomps on it.. swallowing with a sickening gulp <A5-Fitz> <W> Here Potts

  • A5-Flnthr readies his crossbow, ready to shoot them dead on the
 spot.
  • B5-Syra withdraws a shiny golden necklace from around her neck,
 attached to the end of a pale opal gem. She holds it up high.

<DM1> It is not a good idea to force goblins to attack.

  • Goblinr watches the sparkly fly through the air
  • A5-Kherr hands Potts his pouch, which holds gems and jewelry.
  • Gooblin lowers his nostrils to Mer's flesh, inhaling deeply.

<B5-Potts> See...Now two necklaces <A5-Kherr> Try that

  • B5-Marusk sees Potts has the situation in hand and ceases his
 taunts, glancing down the tunnel.

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Subject: Spires log

<Goblinr> ya ya!!! :: hops up and down.... <Goblinr> prettie prettie!

  • A5-Mer shoots a glance at Falenthor. "Put away that weapon.

<B5-Potts> Yours if you leave us alone

  • A5-Flnthr speaks in an overpowering goblin, like the goblin god
 "Release Merikus"
  • A5-Fitz starts to toss more of his necklaces to Potts
  • A5-Mer looks at Goob. "Have you ever met a dragon?"
speaks in Goblin::

<B5-Potts> Call your friends off of him :::points to Mer:::

  • A5-Flnthr translates "You keep, let hooman go"
  • Goblinr chomps his teeth and snatches the necklaces.. backing off
 from them in glee

<A5-Kherr> B5-Potts I just gave you my pouch <B5-Potts> K Kherr <A5-Fitz> <w> Give him all my necklaces Potts, i've got a bunch

  • B5-Potts pulls it back
  • A5-Flnthr speaks in goblin "Our you die"
  • Goblinr moves back to Mer.. sneering at him sarcastically

<Gooblin> Scaley dragon...cannot eat....tender human flesh....easy cook....easy eat.... *nibbles on Mer's arm. <Goblinr> ye weren't worth a shinny stone - but now I have shinnies!!

  • A5-Lan shakes his head and disappears into the shadows with Silvan

<Goblinr> many shinies.. :: giggles and lopes toward the darkness of the cave

  • A5-Flnthr speaks in common

<A5-Flnthr> Oooh god

  • A5-Fitz tosses another necklace to the goblin

<DM1> The goblins have accepted the bribes and are backing down the goblin tunnel...

  • A5-Mer smacks Goblinr with his hand.
  • B5-Potts holds the necklaces up once again for the goblins viewing
  • Goblinr grabs Gooblin and Gooby

<Goblinr> pretty pretties!

  • Gooblin hops off of Mer and scrambles off into the darkness.
  • B5-Potts sighs with relief
  • B5-Marusk watches the goblins go.
  • A5-Mer sheaths his sword, and growls.

<A5-Kherr> OK...

  • Goblinr holds the necklaces up as he scuttles down the cavern

<B5-Potts> Merikus...are you alright?

  • Gooblin reaches over and tries to rip on of the newfound treasures
 from Goblinr

<A5-Fitz> <w> I knew those would come in handy...it's gifts from the women <A5-Mer> If we did not have these damned Asyri....

  • B5-Syra watches the vile creatures hobble off.
  • B5-Rue laughs...

<A5-Mer> Yes, Potts. <B5-Syra> Mer? Are you okay? <A5-Kherr> Hold on... let's regroup. <A5-Flnthr> Now

      • B5-Kyrus has quit IRC (Leaving)

<A5-Flnthr> We need a plan

  • A5-Mer notices the nibble did nearly nothing.

<B5-Rue> Those idiots are worse than you mensch... *winks at Silvan* <B5-Potts> K...lets regroup and get moving

  • Goblinr vanishes into the darkness... giggling darkly

<A5-Flnthr> Agreed

  • B5-Silvan grins at Rue
  • Gobby snorts and sturts off, looking about to attack Goblinr on the
 way.
  1. Dragon*spires
  • A5-Fitz grins
  • B5-Potts assembles his team and reforms
      • Sylvia is now known as petal

<DM1> There is only one tunnel out of the cavern..following the stream.

  • B5-Syra slips the book back into her pack, resheathing her blade.
  1. dragon*spires
  • B5-Silvan steps out from the shadows
  • A5-Flnthr moves back to his team.
  • A5-Fitz moves to Kherr
  • B5-Silvan motions forward
  • B5-Syra makes her way over to Mar and Silvan.

<A5-Kherr> Lan? Arhea?

  • A5-Mer looks around through the darkness.

<A5-Flnthr> Good job Fitz

  • B5-Marusk glances back down the tunnel for a moment, awaiting them
 to regroup.

<A5-Flnthr> Kherr.Lan.Potts <A5-Kherr> Fal, Quiet. <A5-Flnthr> Good job

  • A5-Fitz nods to Flnthr
  • B5-Rue slips forwards.

<DM1> As you leave the cavern for the tunnel....you find it is the same height as the one you entered by..with the stream following..

  • A5-Flnthr stays at the rear making sure the goblins don't come back.
  • A5-Flnthr follows about 3' behind the group.
      • DM1 sets mode: +l 18
  • A5-Fitz looks around as well as back to Kherr
  • A5-Mer walks over to One.
  • B5-Silvan moves stealthily ahead
  • A5-Kherr has taken over as Team A front point
  • A5-Flnthr continues searching around behind them.

<DM1> The tunnel winds downward...

  • A5-Mer walks beside him.
  • B5-Potts motions for Mar to return to formation
  • B5-Marusk almost slides his foot along the tunnel floor as he moves,
 allowing Silvan to get a few meters ahead.
  • A5-Flnthr hopes to find something.
  • A5-Fitz follows the group
  • B5-Syra can't quite get the stink of the creatures out of her nose,
 and follows Mar down the tunnel silently.
  • A5-Grumbl follows the group
  • A5-Flnthr continues checking every nook and cranny.

<DM1> As Warden One, the last one to leave the cavern, exits into the tunnel..there is a small rock slide...

  • A5-Mer adjusts his cloak, standing next to One.

<DM1> The tunnel behind him turns out to be completely blocked..you will have to find another exit. <A5-OneSta> ACk!

  • B5-Potts wonders why One always gets trapped
  • B5-Marusk whips his head backwards for a moment, spotting the
 rockslide.
  • A5-OneSta checks the slide to see how severe it is..

<B5-Potts> Is One on our side or the other?

  • A5-Fitz glances back to the rock slide and gasps silently
  • B5-Marusk curses softly in elven, turning his eyes forward once
 more.
  • A5-Flnthr gulps.

<A5-OneSta> <-- is with the rest of the group <B5-Potts> K <DM1> One is with the rest of the force.

  • A5-Flnthr checks with OneStab.
  • A5-Mer sighs slightly, and looks at One. "Good one, Warden."
 ::Grins::

<A5-OneSta> Well.. if the water can get out... so can we..

  • B5-Rue slips along, staying at the back of the group...
  • B5-Silvan curses under his breath
  • A5-Flnthr now takes the place as the person behind EVERYONE.

<A5-Kherr> Wait.

  • A5-OneSta shakes his head..
  • A5-Fitz looks to the front again
  • B5-Syra coughs with the dust cloud the slide created.

<A5-OneSta> I'm fine.. let's continue <A5-Kherr> OK.

  • B5-Psionc closes his eyes and shakes his head at the sound of the
 rockslide

<DM1> Falenthor...Warden OneStab is leading up the group from behind. <B5-Syra> ((<---is frozen))

  • A5-Flnthr follows BEHIND everyone.
  • B5-Rue glances oddly at Fal.. "Touchy...."
  • B5-Potts motions to Silvan to continue
  • A5-Flnthr was rear point guard.
  • A5-Flnthr thought.
  • A5-Flnthr shrugs.

<B5-Syra> Aye, Those who follow the river will not get lost in the caves forever.

  • B5-Silvan moves forward
  • A5-Flnthr moves along quietly.

<A5-Flnthr> Hmmm

  • A5-Flnthr wonders.

<A5-Kherr> Alright, then... Fal, you want front point, then? <A5-Mer> ((DM? I'm walking with Onestab, beside him now.))

  • A5-Flnthr shrugs.

<A5-Flnthr> Okay

  • B5-Marusk moves forward with Silvan.

<A5-Kherr> Never mind...

  • B5-Marusk keeps a few yards behind the ranger at point.

<A5-OneSta> ((Keep me outta trouble mer.. I'm only half here :D ))

  • B5-Silvan looks behind him motioning for silence

<A5-Mer> ((Ok, One... ;D)) <DM1> The tunnel opens out into another cavern.

  • B5-Syra holds her hand up, passing the signal along behind her for
 silence.
  • A5-Flnthr sighs....another one.
  • A5-Flnthr waits for details on the cavern as he takes a closer look.
  • B5-Potts motions to Kherr to hold

<B5-Potts> <w> Mar, Silvan....do your thing <DM1> This cavern is very dark....you are not sure at first what you see there.

  • B5-Marusk nods to Potts.
  • A5-Kherr stops, signaling his team to do the same

<DM1> You hear a noise...like a bellows from a fire....or flames roaring softly on a hearth.

  • A5-Flnthr switches to infravision.
  • B5-Potts moves forward to the edge of the cavern and motions Kherr
 forward
  • A5-Fitz crouches down
  • B5-Marusk creeps to Silvan's side, sliding cautiously into the
 cavern beside him.

<B5-Potts> <wvq> Mar, Sil

  • A5-Flnthr checks with his infravision and he crouches.
  • B5-Silvan looks forward with his infravision

<B5-Potts> Keep a slight interval.... <B5-Syra> ((Aye)) <DM1> It is an enormous dragon....fast asleep...

  • B5-Marusk halts just inside the cavern, glancing about with his own
 infravision.
  • A5-Flnthr holds at the rear point behind Mer/One.

<Whtdragon> lifts her great white head, onyx horns curled back over her pointed ears - her iridescent scales shimmer in cool pale hues... A sound rings over the cave.. like a thousand swords ringing over stone as she slides her body into sleepy movement <A5-Kherr> Shh... <A5-Flnthr> <w> Lets move past silently

  • B5-Marusk spots the dragon with eyes slightly widened.
  • B5-Rue suddenly glares furiously and starts talking in her

language...

  • A5-Kherr signal his team to STAY PUT!
  • B5-Potts motions back for silence
  • A5-Fitz gasps silently and moves very quietly
  • Whtdragon stirs... growling softly deep in her throat
  • A5-Mer sends out a telepathic message to his fellow party members.
>>If we need to talk to the dragon...let *me* do the talking...<<
  • A5-Kherr goes to Potts.
      • A5-Fitz has quit IRC (Yes!!! Touch me there...ooops...heeh eehee)
  • A5-Kherr signal his team to STAY PUT!
  • B5-Syra withdraws the Dwarven Lore Book, opening it up.
  • B5-Marusk separates laterally from Silvan by about two yards.

<DM1> Syra reads in the Lorebook about Dragons...

  • B5-Syra stays back from the entrance where the light is better.

<DM2> Dragons wakened are fearsome beasts <DM2> Who will turn you into a flame-cooked feast. <DM2> But soothing songs can quell the fires <DM2> And give safe passage through the Dragon Spires. <Whtdragon> opens her eyes ... resting a black piercing gaze upon them.... ancient with untolded wisdom

  • B5-Silvan 's eyes widen
  • A5-Flnthr uses his ranger abilities and stealth to creep along the
 sides.
  • B5-Silvan separates as well

<Whtdragon> opens her great maw in a long yawn. row upon row of gleaming razor sharp teeth revealed lifts her head higher,.. towering over them as she uncurls her massive body

  • A5-Flnthr almost slips but holds his grip.
  • B5-Syra motions Rue to the rear.

<Whtdragon> blinks .. black orbs brightening with a dark fierce look of anger for being woken <DM1> The dragon is now awake... <B5-Syra> (w) A bard...do we have a bard among us?

  • B5-Silvan looks back to Rue
  • B5-Rue suddenly draws her dagger, her gaze locked on the

dragon, a mix of fear and hatred...

  • Whtdragon roars .. filling the cave with singing flames....heating
 up the room with incredible force
  • B5-Silvan motions Psi up to him

<A5-Kherr> Syra. I am.

  • B5-Rue struggles with Syra, complaining in her strange language.

<Whtdragon> smoke rolls upward from her flared nostrils.. billowing out over the cave...

  • B5-Marusk watches the dragon wake and move, showing no fear, but
 allowing the beast to see the respect in his eyes.

<A5-Mer> ((Did the dragon see us yet??))

  • B5-Potts looks back to Mer...."Hold Rue..don't let her go"
  • A5-Kherr grin

<A5-Kherr> Finally...

  • B5-Psionc walks to Silvan

<B5-Syra> Aye Kherr..a soothing tune please/ <DM1> Oh, yes...the dragon has seen you..and is really upset about being awakened.

  • A5-Flnthr gulps and looks at the amazing beast and gazes in

awe...."only once have I seen such a creature"

  • A5-Kherr takes out his flute

<B5-Syra> (w) Hurry Kherr...

  • Whtdragon lowers her head to snarl at the group... a low growl
 vibrating in her long white throat as she slinks forward
  • B5-Syra continues to hold a tight grasp upon Rue.

<B5-Silvan> Psi speak to it

  • B5-Marusk steps back towards the cavern entrance.

<A5-Kherr> Gods help me here...

  • A5-Mer notices the dragon stiring...and walks forward, before the
 massive Dragon.
  • A5-Kherr starts playing softly
  • A5-Mer is standing right before the Dragon.
  • A5-Mer looks up at it.
  • B5-Psionc turns and speaks to the dragon it it's "tongue"

<B5-Potts> Mer...stand fast

  • A5-Mer bows deeply.
  • Whtdragon eyes Mer... opening her mouth in a long curling snarl
  • B5-Rue stops, freezing, fear overcoming her...

<A5-Mer> Kind Dragon! ::is speaking in the tongue of the White Dragons::

  • B5-Rue suddenly begins to try to break from whoever's holding
 her....
  • A5-Kherr continues his tune, motioning to Fitz to sing

<A5-Mer> I come before you, my lord, to speak as a subvertant friend. <B5-Syra> ~Dragon, listen carefully~

  • B5-Potts shakes his head and waits for Mer to get fried

<B5-Syra> ~To the song of gaity~

  • A5-OneSta ducks behind the cavern for cover

<B5-Syra> ~Soothe thy ears and come to rest~

  • Whtdragon slides her great claw forward - shinning like razors and
 brings it down on Mer.. pinning him
  • A5-Flnthr creeps past a few people in the shadows trying to get a
 better view but keep from the dragon's sight.
  • A5-Grumbl thinks white dragon scales make fine suit of dwarven armor

<A5-Mer> I am kin of the great Necrosarian Dragons....a kin of yours, my lord. <B5-Syra> ~Peaceful slumber by thy quest~

  • B5-Potts pushes Fal back
  • A5-Fitz starts to sing a song
  • Whtdragon lifts her head and roars again at being woken...her head
 sliding forward to sneer at the others
  • B5-Psionc waits for the outcome. and reverts to his true Half-dragon

form

  • B5-Silvan drifts back to Rue

<A5-Fitz> ~Oh great dragon...~

  • Whtdragon pauses.. smoke curling upward as notes reach her ears

<B5-Silvan> use yer training from ayla here <B5-Silvan> calm yerself

  • A5-Mer gets pinned, and growls definately....his body turning in to
 that of a large half-dragon..a form that he rarely *ever* uses.

<B5-Rue> Let me go, damn you!

  • A5-Flnthr continues moving forward no matter what Potts does
  • B5-Rue begins to try to break from Syra's hold...
  • A5-Fitz continues to sing...

<B5-Silvan> Rue...

  • B5-Potts knocks Fal out
  • B5-Syra blinks at Rue, finally losing her grasp on her arm as she
 transforms.
  • Whtdragon lowers her head as the notes float.. barely noticing Mer
 struggling
  • A5-Flnthr chuckles.

<A5-Mer> Dragon...notice that I am truly one of your kin. Will you not show me the respect by unpinning me?

  • A5-Fitz sings a song about love and happiness
  • B5-Silvan looks at Rue
  • A5-Fitz starts to sing a lullaby
  • B5-Marusk looks at Rue.
  • A5-Flnthr watches from a point slightly passed Potts but off to the
 side in the shadows.
  • Whtdragon ignores Mer... but pulls her claws back.... body curling
 upon itself as music makes her sleepy

<B5-Potts> <w> Syra...don't stop <A5-Fitz> ~~Hus little Dragon~ <A5-Fitz> ~Don't say a word~ <B5-Potts> ((LOL)) <B5-Silvan> calm yerself Rue...

  • A5-Flnthr looks into the dragon's eyes.

<DM1> The dragon is falling back asleep...

  • Whtdragon fixes her onyx eyes on Syra... lulled by the sweet melody

<A5-Fitz> ~Momies got a mocking bird~

  • B5-Rue is putting on a struggle, speaking half in Patryn, half in
 common.

<B5-Syra> ~Come and listen to my song~

  • B5-Rue crashes to the floor.
  • Whtdragon blinks.. lowering her head slowly, eyes drifting closed
  • A5-Kherr continues his playing

<B5-Syra> ~Words of wisdom to belong~ <B5-Silvan> damnit

  • B5-Potts motions for Silvan to find an exit ASAP

<B5-Syra> ~Seek a soft and peaceful sleep~

  • B5-Marusk glances around the cavern without moving, looking for an
 exit to the cavern.

<A5-Fitz> ~~And if that bird should fail ye too~ <B5-Syra> ~Resting in this cavern deep~

  • B5-Silvan rushes forward albeit still quiet
  • Whtdragon growls softly... beginning to purr as she falls into deep
 sleep once more, her sides moving in and out in long deep breaths

<DM1> There is another tunnel...the only other exit from the Dragon Cavern. <A5-Fitz> ~~Momies got a throwing shoe~ <DM1> If you do not move softly....then it will wake up again.

  • B5-Silvan motions for them
  • B5-Rue finally sits up...
  • Whtdragon snores
  • A5-Fitz finishes his song and looks to the dragon and sighs wiping
 the sweat from his head
  • B5-Potts gathers his team and moves forward *QUIETLY*

<B5-Marusk> DM1: Where is the tunnel and how far?

  • Whtdragon snorts and stirs...
  • B5-Syra continues singing, the tune soft and lilting in it's
 quality.
  • A5-Fitz looks to Kherr
  • A5-Mer shimmers back in to his normal form...losing his secondary,
 and subversive dragon-like qualities.
  • A5-Flnthr moves in ultra silence around the edge with the other
 rangers.
  • A5-Fitz starts to sing again
  • Whtdragon turns around, her great body getting comfortable and then
 settling down once more

<A5-Fitz> ~~And if that should fail ye too~~

  • B5-Marusk smiles softly, enchanted by his wife's voice, then returns
 to the task.
  • A5-Mer looks at Kherr, his eyes flashing a dark red.
  • A5-Kherr stops
  • A5-Flnthr uses the cracks and crannies to his advantage making no
 sound at all, as if he is only but a shadow.

<A5-Fitz> ~~Mommie'll will buy ye too~~ <DM1> The tunnel leading away from the Dragon Cavern curves slightly as it continues to descend into the earth..

      • A5-Kherr has quit IRC (Changing servers)
  • B5-Rue suddenly jumps up and flicks a dagger into her hand...
  • A5-Fitz slowly moves as he sings his lullaby
  • B5-Potts grabs hold of Rue
  • A5-Flnthr continues on his trek towards the exit

<B5-Syra> ~~Sleep until the warriors pass~

  • B5-Psionc heads towards the exit and out

<B5-Syra> ~Lost to dreamland here to last~ <B5-Potts> <wvq> It's alright...I've got you hon

  • A5-Flnthr goes slowly, checking every place to make sure of footing.
  • A5-Fitz stops singing

<B5-Syra> ~Carefully we leave you be~ <A5-Fitz> Phew....

  • B5-Potts carries her out of the Cavern
  • B5-Silvan does the hand to the neck motion to Potts
  • B5-Marusk waits for Silvan to get around 50 feet ahead, and follows
 suit.
  • A5-Mer continues in the back beside OneStab.

<B5-Syra> ~Goodbye dragon, rest peacefully~

  • A5-Flnthr moves quicker down the cavern and goes into the tunnel.
  • B5-Rue drops her dagger, and continues to glare at the dragon...
  • B5-Silvan moves forward
  • A5-Flnthr lets everyone pass and takes his position once again at
 the rear.
  • A5-Fitz follows after his team
  • A5-Flnthr wonders.

<A5-Flnthr> Ooops No Kherr <DM1> As you enter the next tunnel and go around the curve...you are suddenly met by a blinding light... <A5-Flnthr> No Lan. I guess I takeover

  • B5-Rue calms down and closes her eyes...
  • B5-Syra quietens as the last of the teams slip into the tunnel.

<DM1> Merikus will be the leader of the A team, Falenthor.

  • A5-Flnthr takes command of the team.

<A5-Flnthr> Hold.

  • A5-Mer looks at Fal. "You wish."

<DM1> Until Kherr returns...

  • A5-Fitz crouches down
  • A5-Flnthr motions for everyone to stay back as he makes his way to
 the front then sighs
  • B5-Marusk spots Silvan ahead, a faint glow coming from around the
 corner.

joined #Dragon*Spires

  • B5-Rue starts carrying on, shouting how embarrassing it is that
 Potts is carrying her.
  • B5-Silvan shields his eyes
  • A5-Flnthr grumbles and moves to the back thinking he was assigned
 3rd in command.

<DM1> As you approach....you find a mage trap. <B5-Potts> Actually...he's back

  • A5-Flnthr slams his head against the rock silently

<A5-Flnthr> Goody goody. My mage skills <Kherrant`> I'm back from a big lag...

  • B5-Silvan mumbles about Patryn
  • A5-Flnthr sneaks to the front.

<DM1> Hundreds of refracting lights are mirroring back and forth in a magical trap to blind and confuse you.

  • B5-Potts motions for all to stop
  • A5-Flnthr whips out his travelling spellbook.

<A5-Flnthr> Hmmm <Kherrant`> Fal...

  • B5-Marusk raises his arm to the side, keeping Falenthor from passing
 him.
  • A5-Fitz glances around
  • A5-Flnthr looks for a dispel magic.

<DM1> Kherran it back.

  • A5-Fitz ducts back...
      • Kherrant` is now known as A5-Kherr

<DM1> is back...sorry.

  • B5-Rue hits Potts and jumps out of his arms, making a beeline to the
 shadows.
  • A5-Flnthr leaps over Marusk hold and lands in silence.
  • B5-Potts motions for Dae to move to her
  • B5-Silvan curses
  • B5-Syra raises her arm in front of her eyes, blinded by the light.
  • B5-Marusk thinks "Leaps over?"

<DM1> The mage trap makes it impossible for you to tell which direction the tunnel turns, or how wide the tunnel is..the mirrors reflect each other and bounce back light at you.

  • A5-Flnthr readies a dispel magic.
  • B5-Marusk holds his position, shielding his face with his non-sword
 arm.
  • A5-Fitz glances to the cavern and blinks
  • A5-Flnthr keeps his eyes closed

<B5-Potts> Douse the lights

  • A5-Mer looks at Fal.
  • B5-Silvan flings his hood up

<A5-Mer> Do *not* use magic.

  • A5-Kherr looks to Mer. "We have to."
  • A5-Flnthr sighs and moves back to his position and sits silently.
  • B5-Potts puts his torch out

<A5-Kherr> I don't see any other way <B5-Potts> Whose an elf???

  • A5-Flnthr grumbles and sits on a pretty sturdy rock.

<A5-Mer> Falenthor...you have infravision, right...?

  • A5-Flnthr raises his hand.

<A5-Mer> No, we don't. <A5-Flnthr> Uhuh <B5-Silvan> I am Potts

  • A5-Kherr raises his hand, "Half elven

<A5-Fitz> i do... <A5-Flnthr> But I can't see with that much light <B5-Potts> Kherr... <A5-Mer> Potts' got it...use infravision....

  • B5-Syra whispers to Mar.

<A5-Flnthr> I have 90'

  • A5-Kherr looks to Potts. "Yeah?"

<A5-Flnthr> elvensight <B5-Potts> You take point with Silvan...Everyone douse your lights

  • A5-Fitz starts to take off his suit

<B5-Silvan> Mar, join me up here, we will guide <A5-Kherr> Me, with Silvan? Alright... <A5-Flnthr> DOH! Ooops

  • A5-Mer listens to "doh" echo off the cavern walls.
  • A5-Fitz covers his head with it so that he can only look

down...blocking out the light

  • B5-Marusk moves to the front with Silvan, relying on his direction
 sense as a ranger.

<B5-Potts> Douse the lights

  • A5-Kherr looks to Silvan, then Potts

<A5-Flnthr> ((that was OOC)) <A5-Kherr> Potts, me or Mar with Sil?

  • A5-Mer looks at Fal...and glares. "Pretend yer in a library..."

<B5-Potts> Kherr...Silvan...

  • B5-Syra takes out the book, opening it in front of her face as a
 shield.
  • A5-Fitz moves closer to the entrance...stops and looks to Kherr

<DM1> As the torches are doused....the reflections still glow intensely....holding captured light.

  • B5-Silvan 's ranger training comes into play and he uses his
 direction sense

<B5-Potts> Wait for you sight adjusts....then you two see if you can tell which way to go

  • A5-Flnthr grabs his spellbook and reads at the rear end of the group
 silently contemplating.

<B5-Silvan> (( Sorry )) <B5-Potts> hmmm

  • A5-Flnthr looks on his infravision already on wishing he could do
 something
  • A5-Kherr walks to Silvan and stands next to him

<B5-Silvan> (( ))

  • A5-Flnthr still holds his dispel magic.

<B5-Potts> Syra....the book <B5-Silvan> ((> I didn't see you send Kherr up Potts))

  • B5-Marusk sighs as his infravision becomes useless with the dim
 glow.
  • B5-Rue turns to Fal..

<B5-Rue> <w> No magic.. <B5-Potts> Does it say anything <B5-Syra> Aye, I've got it.

  • A5-Flnthr taps his foot reading about a read magic spell.

<DM1> This is an Asyri mage trap...set recently...there is nothing in the Dwarven Mining Lore about it...

  • B5-Rue moves on ahead, slowly...
  • B5-Syra turns her back to the light, leafing through the book.
  • A5-Kherr 's sight adjusts
  • A5-Fitz stands at the entrance of the cavern and looks to Kherr
  • A5-Grumbl thinks that person with so many clothes should put them
 over reflections

<A5-Kherr> I can see, still

  • B5-Silvan moves forward
  • B5-Syra sighs, shaking her head. I can't find anything.
  • A5-Flnthr knows how to dispel it without them detecting magic.
  • B5-Silvan looks back
  • B5-Rue grimaces...

<B5-Silvan> <w> the asyri were definitely here <B5-Potts> This could also be a maze <B5-Potts> We can't just feel our way out

  • B5-Marusk considers destroying the mirrors for a moment.

<B5-Syra> (w) Be careful. <B5-Potts> Psionc Can you use your senses here?

  • A5-Kherr looks around.

<B5-Rue> <w> You're tapping through magic completely... If someone was looking for it, they can sense you draw from the energies around you. It makes perfect sense. <A5-Fitz> <w> Why not let me go in and feel around the walls... <A5-Kherr> WAIT...I can still see here...

  • A5-Fitz covers his head with his suit
  • A5-Grumbl <w> maybe person with so many clothes should put them over
 reflections
  • A5-Flnthr continues tapping his foot flipping the page and yawning a
 bit.

<DM1> Anyone with their eyes still open is starting to lose their vision.

  • B5-Potts looks to Kherr
  • B5-Syra grins upon hearing Grumbles words.
  • B5-Potts closes his eyes
  • A5-Flnthr reaches himself up against the slope letting the other
 doing the dirty work.
  • B5-Marusk closes his eyes completely, since they're not moving.
  • A5-Kherr blinks once or twice
  • A5-Fitz blocking out the light cause` his suit is on his head
  • A5-Kherr closes his eyes, losing his sight slowly

<B5-Potts> Psionic....Can you sense your way through here???

  • A5-Flnthr closes his eyes and begins memorizing a few arcane lines.
  • B5-Syra stands still, letting her other senses come into play.
  • A5-Mer leans against a wall, and closes his eyes, as he fishes
 around for some sunglasses.
  • A5-Fitz stands at the entrance and looks to Kherr
  • A5-Kherr opens his eyes to see if his vision is back
  • A5-Flnthr hopes to get to do something but just sorta tags along.
  • B5-Rue grumbles something 'bout 'mensch' and them 'not having any
 common sense at all' again and moves on ahead...
  • B5-Silvan looks at Rue

<B5-Silvan> <w> RUe get back here damnit <B5-Potts> <w> Grab her <A5-Kherr> Everyone, quiet and listen to me for once

  • A5-Flnthr places the book into his backpack feeling his way around.

<DM1> As Rue enters the mage trap...she can feel her way through the tunnel but her eyesight dims with each step.

  • B5-Rue turns to Potts...
  • B5-Silvan grabs rue's arm
  • A5-Flnthr gets very anxious and moves forward.

<B5-Silvan> we may be mensch but ye are going to get us killed

  • A5-Fitz glances down under his suit able to see clearly
  • A5-Grumbl leans on his battle axe
  • B5-Rue glares at him and turns around and heads on where she was,
 shaking Silvan's arm off her.

<B5-Psionc> Yes i can <A5-Flnthr> Hmm

  • B5-Marusk looks to Kherrant.

<A5-Kherr> We've got a suggestion. Get your team here and quiet <B5-Potts> ((try it with the DM's Psi)) <A5-Kherr> Oops <B5-Rue> [Hey! I didn't know it was that close!] <B5-Rue> [I wasn't movin' that far!] <A5-Kherr> We've got a suggestion. Get your team here and quiet

  • B5-Silvan moves forward slowly

<A5-Kherr> Hmpg

  • A5-Fitz feels around the entrance of the cavern
  • B5-Syra listens intently.

<A5-Kherr> Everyone, quiet and listen to me for once

  • A5-Flnthr thinks this may be the only choice and contemplates a
 darkness or dispel magic spell, he waits for comments from his
 superiors.

<B5-Silvan> (( LOL! you said on ahead! )) <B5-Rue> [I know! Gettin' away from someone. That "ahead"] <B5-Marusk> Speak, Kherrant. We're listening.

  • A5-Flnthr looks down at Kherr from his perch.

<B5-Silvan> (( ok ok ok ok )) <DM1> Please stop the OOC chat. <B5-Rue> [*sigh*]

  • A5-Mer drops the floor, just leanining against the wall, as he goes
 AFKFAS.
  • A5-Fitz covers his head with the suit so that no light gets him

<A5-Kherr> OK, everyone with extra clothes, cover the mirrors <B5-Rue> [so... am I in the trap or not?]

  • A5-Kherr takes to his old cape.
  • B5-Rue 's mun is confused, trying to get this straightened out!
  • A5-Flnthr grabs some cloth.

<DM1> Rue is a few steps into the trap..and her eyesight is dimming.

  • B5-Syra shrugs off her cloak, throwing it over to where Kherr's
 voice is.

<A5-Mer> ::Bak::

  • A5-Fitz looks down..as he slides into the cavern going to the right
 feeling the walls as he goes slowly
  • B5-Potts pulls Rue back to him

<A5-Kherr> Cover the mirrors with what you've got

  • A5-Flnthr takes it and slaps it onto the trap.
  • A5-Flnthr takes out his last tunic and pants and covers the mirrors.
  • A5-Fitz his head is covers his head so that he;s only looking down
  • A5-Kherr puts his cape over a mirror, and does the same with Syra's
 cloak
  • B5-Marusk tires, opening his eyes long enough to remove his rope and
 grappling hook.

<DM1> As the clothing covers the traps..the light begins to dim.

  • A5-Fitz slides slowly into the cavern going to the right still
 feeling the wall
  • B5-Marusk slips off his cloak, leaving the rope out for now.
  • B5-Potts joins the effort with his robes
  • A5-Fitz checks the floor for traps
  • A5-Fitz moves with the wall...
  • A5-Flnthr moves along checking everything for any other traps.
  • B5-Marusk complies, using his own cloak.
  • B5-Syra is able to open her eyes a bit, peering about carefully.
  • A5-Kherr removes his own cloak and covers another mirror

<A5-Kherr> It's working... <A5-Flnthr> ::After he is finished, he once, again takes his rear point:: <A5-Kherr> But this won't be enough <DM2> The light dims...to where it no longer hurts the eyes <A5-Kherr> Fal, I'll need your help now... <A5-Flnthr> What?

  • A5-Fitz still following the wall...waiting to find an entrance
  • A5-Flnthr squints.
  • B5-Syra rubs her eyes with one hand and looks about the interior.

<A5-Kherr> As we go on, Fal, you take the cloth off the ones in the back and hand them up, so we can keep the ones ahead of us covered <A5-Kherr> Fitz, stop

  • B5-Marusk kneels, taking up the rope once more.
  • B5-Marusk offers the non-hook end to Syra.
  • A5-Fitz looks around at where he is...notices that he;s a ways from
 everyone...

<A5-Fitz> <w> I have

  • B5-Syra takes hold of the rope from Mar.
  • B5-Potts regroups his team...Sil takes point and moves out
  • B5-Silvan moves forward carefully
  • A5-Fitz looks around to where he's at

<A5-Kherr> DM- Have we covered all the mirrors?

  • B5-Marusk glances ahead, seeing that the light is sufficient enough
 to move in, taking the rope back.
  • B5-Syra hands the rope to the one behind her, grasping onto it also.
  • B5-Marusk smiles his thanks to Syra anyway, replacing it.

<A5-Kherr> How long is that rope? <A5-OneSta> (has lost the flow.. and ducks out.. sorry :/)

      • A5-OneSta (darren@slc_19.utah-inter.net) has left #Dragon*spires

<DM2> The mirrors cover enough for access.. <DM1> All of the mirrors are covered....as far as you can see..but there is light ahead...so you *will* have to keep moving them.. <A5-Kherr> how... even <B5-Marusk> 50 feet.

  • A5-Flnthr gets ready to do as told.

<A5-Kherr> Use Fal's rope then

  • B5-Marusk takes the rope out once more upon seeing the DM's answer,
 giving the non hook end to Syra once more.

<B5-Syra> Good idea Kherr. <A5-Kherr> Fal, give your rope to Sil

  • A5-Fitz looks to Kherr

<A5-Kherr> Fal's got a 200' <A5-Flnthr> Kay

  • A5-Flnthr qickly slips off a section of rope and hands it o Sil.

<B5-Marusk> 200'? <A5-Flnthr> 100' of chain

  • B5-Silvan takes it
  • B5-Syra takes the rope, handing it back behind her.

<A5-Kherr> 200... <A5-Kherr> OK, Fal, I have another job for you...

  • A5-Fitz walks to Fal

<A5-Kherr> In a moment... <A5-Kherr> Everyone... <A5-Flnthr> feet <B5-Syra> Let's keep moving, shall we? <DM2> Odd sounds are heard from the Cavern you just left a bit ago..

  • B5-Marusk replaces his own rope, following suit with everyone else.

<A5-Kherr> Everyone?

  • A5-Flnthr looks to Kherr

<A5-Kherr> Do you mind losing your old clothes? <B5-Syra> Shhh...listen?

  • A5-Fitz stands next to Flnthr and looks to Kherr

<B5-Syra> There's someone behind us. <DM2> You smell sulfer..from the cave behind you carried in on a breeze.. <A5-Flnthr> I'll go back <A5-Kherr> Fal, get the clothes we got... open the trap for those behind us, and get back here... FAST

  • A5-Flnthr points to the cavern

<A5-Kherr> got = left <A5-Flnthr> FItz can take my place <B5-Syra> Good idea Kherr. <A5-Flnthr> If thats required

  • A5-Mer is going along with the group, as he is swamped with /msgs.
  • A5-Fitz nods and holds the rope

<DM1> Ahead of you, you hear the stream...leading the way....

  • B5-Marusk listens to the noises coming from behind.
  • B5-Syra sniffs the air, smelling the odd odor.

<B5-Potts> The Cavern is covered...it will take him a few to dig through...lets get out of here while we can

  • A5-Mer looks at them.
  • B5-Marusk wrinkles his nose at the sulfur.

<A5-Flnthr> Hmmm <A5-Flnthr> Gotcha <A5-Mer> I'm gonna slip back there...if I get in trouble, I got a few tricks up my sleeves.

  • A5-Fitz looks to the exit in front and motions to it

<A5-Flnthr> Hold on <A5-Kherr> Hurry...

  • B5-Syra looks to Silvan and Mar.
  • A5-Flnthr takes off his elven boots and slips on boots of speed.

<A5-Kherr> Mer, Fal's going

  • A5-Flnthr readies himself and gets into a sprinters set position.
  • A5-Fitz slides forward a little....
  • B5-Silvan moves ahead stealthily
  • A5-Flnthr looks up and runs as fast as he can, but as silently as he
 can.

<B5-Potts> (How far does it look like the Mirrors lead?)) <A5-Kherr> ((I can't believe this...))

  • A5-Mer looks around for objections.

<DM1> As the mage trap continues to be covered and dimmed..you see the opening of a cavern just ahead.

  • B5-Rue moves on, following the others...
  • B5-Marusk moves along behind Silvan.
  • A5-Flnthr quickly stops on a dime, turns, and blasts off to the
 head.

<A5-Kherr> Mer, you take my place... I have to go... <B5-Potts> Mer... <B5-Potts> stay with us <A5-Fitz> ((How close to the opening am i?))

  • B5-Syra follows behind Silvan and Mar, hearing the sound of more
 water ahead.
  • A5-Flnthr drops the clothing and rn back.
  • B5-Marusk can't answer Mer as he's rather far ahead.
  • A5-Flnthr grabs a cloth and moves forward again.

<DM1> The opening is just ahead of Fitz...

  • A5-Flnthr drops it.

<B5-Rue> Doko nanda?

  • B5-Rue looks around.
  • A5-Flnthr really turns on the speed and looks like all of a whirl
 wind and he moves back and forth, grabbing a cloth, dropping,
 grabbing, dropping.
  • A5-Fitz slides forward a little more to the entrance

<A5-Kherr> ((Would say more, but mom is behind me. ;) ))

  • B5-Potts motions for Sil and Mar to check it out
      • A5-Kherr has quit IRC (Someone shoot me)
  • A5-Fitz stops and waits for instructions

<DM1> You feel a slight breeze coming from the cavern entrance..and you suddenly hear the sound of rushing water...

  • B5-Marusk releases the rope.
  • A5-Mer nods to Kher.
  • B5-Silvan checks the opening with mar
  • A5-Fitz glances around the entrance looking for traps
  • B5-Marusk moves forward to Silvan's flank, just behind Fitz.
  • A5-Fitz slides forward a little more
  • B5-Syra stops and waits.
  • A5-Fitz continues to check for traps
  • A5-Fitz moves forward a little more
  • A5-Flnthr sucks it up.
  • B5-Syra licks her lips, getting a bit thirsty at the sound of the
 rushing water.
  • B5-Marusk moves forwards behind Fitz, peering into the cavern over
 his shoulder.

<A5-Mer> Hmmm.... <DM1> As the cavern appears before you...you see it is huge, much bigger than the last two.....there is a stream emptying into a lake....around the lake a small path leading to a waterfall. <A5-Fitz> ((I'm in the entrance now, what do i see?))

  • B5-Potts moves the Teams forward and halts 10 ft' before the
 entrance
  • A5-Grumbl walks slowly along with group
  • B5-Potts motions Mar and Sil ahead and for Mer to join him
      • B5-Psionc has quit IRC (Mysha loves Pendrake)
  • A5-Mer looks around. "Ok...Kher's gone, so I shall take his

place as the leader of team A...."

  • A5-Fitz glances around the entrance
  • B5-Silvan moves ahead with Mar

<B5-Rue> Kaze ka?

  • A5-Fitz slides through the entrance slowly

<DM1> On the wall of the cavern is a Dwarven sign...

  • B5-Marusk nods to Potts, sliding around Fitz and just ahead a few
 feet ahead on his flank.

<DM1> You think it is Dwarven..but as you approach the sign, you see it is written in Asyri script....meant to look like one of the Dwarven mining signs.

  • B5-Potts motions Mer forward to him again
  • A5-Flnthr takes rear point hoping he sees a little action back
 there.

<B5-Rue> Ah! Kawaii!

  • A5-Fitz looks back to Mer
  • A5-Flnthr thinks "Zork by infocom"
  • A5-Mer looks around, and walks over to Potts.

<DM2> A silven door that is not there <DM2> You'll find where thunder fills the air. <DM2> Walk softly past the inky deeps <DM2> Lest you disturb the Kraken's sleep. <B5-Potts> Mer Same as before...Sil and Mar will check things out...if something happens...we go in...you wait for the flanking action

  • A5-Mer looks at all. "Everyone..take a quick breather by the lake,
 but don't drink anything yet."
  • A5-Grumbl mun listens to DragonHeart CD

<B5-Potts> No <B5-Potts> Stay put <DM1> ::thinks Merikus was not listening to the sign::

  • B5-Potts motions for everyone to hold
  • A5-Flnthr will check with Mar and Sil if needed.
  • B5-Marusk looks to the sign, reading it over.

<DM1> The sign is obviously meant to direct the Asyri to the place where the cache is hidden...Again, it reads:

  • A5-Flnthr once again, checks for Traps.
  • A5-Fitz drops to one knee and glances around the cavern not knowing
 what to expect

<B5-Potts> <w> this may be it

  • B5-Marusk can not read this, he looks to Fitz and Silvan, gesturing
 to the sign.

<A5-Flnthr> Waterfall <B5-Rue> Watashi wa kamban yomu... <DM2> A silven door that is not there. You'll find where thunder fills the air. Walk softly past the inky deeps, lest you disturb the Kraken's sleep. <B5-Silvan> nay <A5-Fitz> <W> Psst....watch for traps <B5-Silvan> nae clue <A5-Flnthr> Lake Hmm Lets see <B5-Syra> It's behind the waterfall. <DM1> A silver door that is not there/You'll find where Thunder fills the air... <A5-Fitz> ((Can read a little asyri)) <A5-Flnthr> If thats correct, there's a door past the waterfall but something is in the lake.

  • B5-Marusk arches his brow upon hearing the word Kraken.

<A5-Mer> ::was unexpected AFK....sorry.. ::kicks his mun::: <B5-Syra> Aye Fal.

  • A5-Flnthr knows a bit of Asyr.

<DM1> There is only a small path around the lake...going to the Waterfall.

  • A5-Fitz looks to Mer
  • B5-Rue wouldn't be surprised if Fal knew plenty o' other languages
 also.

<DM1> You have to walk past the lake to get to the waterfall...and you cannot go back the way you came. <B5-Syra> Shhhh....*holds her finger up to her lips* Everyone *very* quiet.

  • A5-Mer thinks...considering the sign.
  • A5-Flnthr knows Asyri, Druegar,Elven,Gnome,and Common.
  • A5-Fitz looks at the path and starts to examine it for tracks and
 other things

<A5-Mer> sign, even <A5-Flnthr> What do ya think? <A5-Flnthr> But it says move quietly past the lake.

  • A5-Fitz starts to shuffle forward a bit
  • B5-Potts motions for everyone to return to the formation

<A5-Flnthr> Its by the waterfall, Thunder... <B5-Rue> Told ya... *grumbles to Silvan* <A5-Mer> Everyon.....stop! <B5-Potts> <w> Move back here <A5-Flnthr> Kraken? What the hell is a kraken?

  • B5-Syra steps behind Mar, silently waiting.
  • B5-Silvan wonders what Rue means
  • A5-Fitz shuffles forward down a little on the path stops and looks
 back to Mer
  • B5-Marusk returns to formation, looking to Falen. "A sea beast."

<B5-Potts> <w> you all stay here..

  • B5-Syra nods, making a face at the thoughts of a monster of the
 deep.

<A5-Fitz> <W> Want me to scout a bit ahead? <A5-Mer> Everyone....a thought. First...Grumble had an idea that the sign could be itself a trap...

  • B5-Potts moves out and grabs Fal by the ear and pulls him back to
 the formation signaling the other to join them as well

<DM1> Fitz is already on the path.

  • B5-Marusk glances to the lake every now and then while listening to
 the group.

<A5-Flnthr> Ahhh

  • A5-Grumbl sits down on the path, and starts drinking some more
 dwarven mead

<B5-Silvan> it could be... <A5-Flnthr> Its not a trap. It cant be <B5-Rue> Is Asyri magic integrated in their language?

  • A5-Fitz slides a little more down the path looking at the path and
 the lake

<B5-Potts> Alright...

  • B5-Syra nods at that thought, not having thought of that.
  • B5-Marusk shakes his head, not knowing the answer to Rue's question.
  • A5-Fitz stops and looks back to Mer

<B5-Potts> We believe the passage to be beyond the waterful...on the other side of the lake... <B5-Silvan> yer call potts

<B5-Potts> We have to cross the lake...but it might have a Kraken

  • B5-Marusk reaches for Syra's hand, looking to Potts.

<B5-Rue> I mean... Our's is... <B5-Rue> And just reading a book of ours can set off a trap. <A5-Flnthr> Shhhhh

  • B5-Syra grasps Mar's hand, then points to the Kraken.
  • A5-Fitz slides backwards
  • A5-Flnthr looks into the lake.
  • Kraken- slides a long gleaming slimy tentacle out of the water, -
 great suckers running along the length of the thick stalk.. pink and
 ridged with needle teeth
  • B5-Rue stops...
  • A5-Fitz looks around the lake

<B5-Syra> Ummm....errr...

  • B5-Rue turns around and throws her cloak around her as she slips
 into the shadows.

<B5-Potts> Syra...the book <A5-Flnthr> Oooh boy

  • A5-Fitz pulls his daggers and looks to the monster
  • Kraken- slams its tentacle into Fitz - breaking ribs and knocking
 him backward

<A5-Fitz> Awwww...fraggers

  • A5-Flnthr trys to get as far away as he can.

<B5-Silvan> it's a kraken

  • A5-Grumbl looks around the big water

<A5-Fitz> aiiiieeeeeeee

  • A5-Mer points at the tenticle..."Uhhhhhh....uhh...."

<B5-Potts> Damnit <A5-Mer> K-...Kraken! <B5-Potts> Stay put all of you

  • B5-Marusk watches Fitz get hit.
  • B5-Syra reaches into her pack for the book.

<B5-Potts> Mar...can you get to him?

  • A5-Fitz lands on the ground with a grunt
  • A5-Mer unsheaths his lightsaber.

<DM1> The Kraken has Fitz with one tentacle... <B5-Marusk> I can try.

  • A5-Mer turns on the sabre with a *buzz*.
  • A5-Flnthr thinks his harness will come to use

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Subject: Spires log

<DM2> Attention!! <B5-Potts> if you can't...don't get close

  • B5-Marusk considers if the kraken saw Fitz or just sensed his
 movements.
  • A5-Fitz moans in pain.....

<A5-Fitz> urgh..... <B5-Potts> Try to throw him your rope...quickly <DM1> ((Only the player who is being held by the Kraken can attack.)) <DM2> You have five attacks only to cut the tentacle..

  • A5-Grumbl moves away from the water, and readies his axe

<Kraken-> ::the tentacles sways back and forth, weaving like a cobra before latching on suddenly around Fitz

  • B5-Silvan watches the kraken standing still
  • A5-Flnthr quickly pulls out his harness but first throws his

grappling hook up to attach himself to the ceiling.

  • B5-Syra quickly scans through it, looking for a Kraken...knowing the
 dwarves surely knew about him.
  • B5-Marusk removes his rope once more.
  • A5-Fitz trys to crawl back to the group

<DM2> You must total a five of the five attacks... <B5-Potts> Syra the book <A5-Fitz> Ack!!! <DM1> ((The player being held can make five dice rolls to cut off the tentacle....otherwise he is dinner.)) <A5-Fitz> Let me go!!!

  • A5-Flnthr jumps into the harness and reels himself up and over Fitz.
  • B5-Marusk takes the non-hook end and tosses to Fitz, hoping it will
 be enough.
  • B5-Syra looks up at Fitz, then back at the book again. I'm looking!
  • Kraken- starts to drag him toward the water

<DM2> Fitz..commence

  • A5-Fitz stabs downwards with his daggers

<Kraken-> brings three more tentacles out - waving in the air - slapping down hard on the ground between them in ground shaking jars... causing them to loose their balance - then lifting to wave dangerously - great snapping weapons

  • A5-Mer growls a battle cry as the Kraken attacks Fitz....and slashes
 down on the tentacle with his lightsaber, cutting through it.
  • A5-Flnthr quickly lowers a rope down.

<B5-Potts> Damnit <B5-Syra> Use your sword Fitz! <A5-Flnthr> Grab it Fitz <A5-Flnthr> Grab the ropes <A5-Mer> Get the hell away from my friend! <DM1> Merikus....only the player who is being held can attack. <B5-Silvan> (( what about missile weapons dm? ))

  • Kraken- slams its tentacle into Mer - slamming him backward into the
 group

<DM2> Fitz..commence attack or die.. <A5-Mer> ((::sighmuttersigh::)) <B5-Marusk> ((What about missile weapons?)) <B5-Potts> Do it Fitz

  • A5-Mer gets slammed back.

<B5-Silvan> (( yes what about missile weapons? )) <A5-Flnthr> ((I have 2 hand crossbows)) <B5-Syra> Fitz....fight!

  • A5-Fitz continues to stab at the tentacles and trys to grab the rope

<A5-Fitz> ((2d20?)) <A5-Fitz> ((What's the dice?))

  • Kraken- crashes two of its tentacles between Marusk and Syra
  • A5-Mer disignites his saber.
  • A5-Fitz pulls his sword and attacks

<A5-Fitz> 2d20 <B5-Potts> Fitz is being held..not Mer? <noppa> A5-Fitz, 2d20: 24 <DM2> These are tentacles...missile weapons near impossible to hit with..

  • Kraken- pulls Fitz toward the water

<DM1> No missiles...either the person who is being grabbed can cut off the tentacle or not--the rest of you are too far away to be of help, and missiles might bring down an avalanche.

  • B5-Marusk leaps to the side, releasing Syra's hand.
  • A5-Flnthr quickly lowers himself feeling that the attention is drawn
 to the others, he makes his way towards the waterfall.

<DM2> roll 2#d20 <noppa> DM2, 2#d20: (4 19) <B5-Potts> It's 2#d20 <noppa> B5-Potts, 2#d20: (10 16)

  • B5-Syra falls hard to the ground, the book flying out behind her.

<A5-Fitz> 2d20 <noppa> A5-Fitz, 2d20: 32 <A5-Fitz> 2#2d20 <noppa> A5-Fitz, 2#2d20: (21 35) <Kraken-> the water boils upward in great spouts as the creature rises out of the dark water - horrible red slit eyes gleaming over a fanged maw of hideous proportions.. slirping and smacking lips over two great snapping mandibles

  • B5-Marusk spots the actions of Falenthor, blinking.

<A5-Fitz> I am!!!!

  • A5-Flnthr moves towards the waterfall.

<DM2> 2#d20 Fitz <A5-Flnthr> Find the cache... <B5-Rue> [It's 2#d20, Fitz!]

  • B5-Syra crawls over, grabbing the book and gets as far away from the
 Kraken as possible.

<B5-Rue> hmmm... <A5-Fitz> ((what's the frigging dice...sheesh)) <noppa> DM2, 2#d20: (9 7) <A5-Fitz> 2#2d20 <B5-Potts> ahhh <noppa> A5-Fitz, 2#2d20: (21 20)

  • A5-Flnthr looks for the cache hoping the Kraken doesn't notice him.

<DM2> Fitz..please read carefully

  • B5-Marusk sees the creature's head rise from the water.

<A5-Fitz> 2#2d20

  • Kraken- the tentacle closes tighter on him as green blood spurts
 upward in a shower
  • B5-Marusk sheathes the obsidian blade Apocalypse quietly.

<noppa> A5-Fitz, 2#2d20: (24 16) <DM2> 2#d20 <noppa> DM2, 2#d20: (1 13)

  • Kraken- slams its other tentacles about wildly - close to crushing
 Syra

<A5-Fitz> 2#2d20 <B5-Rue> [Take out the second two.] <noppa> A5-Fitz, 2#2d20: (18 31) <DM2> :;sighs:: <B5-Silvan> (( THE GLITCH! )) <A5-Fitz> 2#2d20 <noppa> A5-Fitz, 2#2d20: (20 14)

  • Kraken- slams into Rue

<B5-Potts> FITZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  • B5-Marusk leans against the wall of the cavern for balance.

<A5-Fitz> ((i am))

  • A5-Flnthr looks for the cache.

<B5-Marusk> ((No. Just 2#d20.)) <B5-Potts> It's 2#d20 NOT 2#2d20 <noppa> B5-Potts, 2#d20: (3 1) 2#2d20: (20 32)

  • B5-Rue cries out...
  • A5-Mer watches the dice in strange amusement.
  • A5-Flnthr is looking for the cache.
  • B5-Syra screams as the tentacle almost nails her.

<A5-Fitz> 2#d20 <A5-Flnthr> Come on <noppa> A5-Fitz, 2#d20: (13 12) <A5-Flnthr> Where the heck is it <B5-Silvan> (( Fits 2#d20 )) <DM2> miss <noppa> B5-Silvan, 2#d20: (10 4) <A5-Fitz> ((oh sorry, feel like an ass))

  • B5-Marusk unslings the elven longbow Wyndstriker from his back,
 quickly nocking an arrow to the string.

<A5-Fitz> 2#d20 <noppa> A5-Fitz, 2#d20: (2 5)

  • A5-Flnthr searches around the waterfall checking for anything.
  • B5-Potts chuckles
  • Kraken- weaves tentacles about.... wildly flailing - swipping at
 Flnthr's head

<A5-Flnthr> Come on <DM2> Miss..second attack <A5-Flnthr> Anything

  • B5-Syra scampers to her feet, drawing her sword swiftly and slashing
 at the tentacle.

<A5-Flnthr> Whew!

  • B5-Rue gets slammed into the wall, a slight glow fading from her
 hands.
  • A5-Flnthr ducks and scrambles away.
  • B5-Potts moves forward to attempt to reach the Kraken
  • A5-Grumbl leans against the wall, watching the beastie
  • Kraken- snaps its mandibles -
  • B5-Marusk leans against the cavern wall for support, noting that the
 kraken has shown it's head...and eyes.
  • B5-Silvan unslings his bow as well

<A5-Fitz> 2#d20 <noppa> A5-Fitz, 2#d20: (17 8)

  • A5-Flnthr slowly goes farther away towards the location of the
 cache.

<A5-Flnthr> Come on now

  • Kraken- slams another tentacle down on the ground, dislodging them
 from their feet as the ground rolls

<A5-Flnthr> Show yourself. Where are you <DM2> hit...third attack

  • A5-Flnthr goes to his knees and continues searching.

<A5-Fitz> Come on yer fragger

  • B5-Marusk pulls back on the bowstring, aiming for one of the beast's
 eyes...then losing his aim as he's knocked to the ground once more.
  • B5-Syra falls down again, losing her balance as the beast strikes
 the ground around them.
  • A5-Flnthr scrambles to his feet.
  • A5-Flnthr sighs and finally goes back to his searching.
  • A5-Fitz rolls away and runs back to the team
  • B5-Silvan reaches to his quiver and notches an arrow
  • A5-Flnthr moves past the waterfall.
  • B5-Rue leaps up from the wall and begins to move to the back of the
 group...
  • B5-Syra realizes her blade is useless and sheathes it before hurting
 herself.

<DM2> Fitz...2 more attacks <DM2> You have one hit

  • B5-Syra scrambles back to her feet, bracing herself against the
 wall.
  • B5-Marusk sits on the ground, leaning back against the cavern wall
 to make sure he can't be moved too much.

<DM2> You need four more

  • A5-Flnthr moves past the base.
  • A5-Fitz collapses in agony on the ground

<B5-Syra> Fitz!

  • Kraken- screams - the cry rising upward in a horrible gurgle as the
 water boils around him
  • B5-Marusk nocks the arrow to the string once more.
  • B5-Marusk takes his aim from a sitting position, waiting to make
 sure it's perfect.

<B5-Rue> Nani yo...? <A5-Fitz> 2#d20 <noppa> A5-Fitz, 2#d20: (2 20)

  • B5-Marusk rises slowly by sliding up along the cavern wall,

retaining his locked aim upon the beast's eye.

  • B5-Silvan aims alongside Marusk

<DM2> 3 hits...last attack

  • A5-Mer watches Fitz struggle silently....knowing nothing can be done
 by himself.

<A5-Fitz> k <A5-Fitz> 2#d20 <noppa> A5-Fitz, 2#d20: (20 15)

  • A5-Flnthr searches constantly looking for something, taking

advantage of the situation. <A5-Fitz> Come on ye, die!!!!!

  • B5-Marusk is aware of Silvan's motions out of the corner of his eye.
 "Potts...we're going for the thing's sight.  Objections?"

<A5-Flnthr> AFK <DM2> 6 hits..tentacle is cut <DM1> Fitz has now cut off the tentacle... <A5-Flnthr> back <B5-Potts> Nope...ask the DM though ;) <B5-Potts> YES

  • B5-Syra sighs with relief as she watches the tentacle slide back
 into the water.
  • Kraken- whips a tenticle around and knocks Silvan off his feet -
 snapping a bone in his arm

<A5-Fitz> yes!!!!

  • A5-Flnthr moves back to his unit.

<A5-Fitz> Take that yer fragger <A5-Fitz> 2#d20 <A5-Flnthr> Good job! <B5-Syra> ((How many hits did Fitz get?)) <noppa> A5-Fitz, 2#d20: (15 2)

  • Kraken- weaves back and hits Marusk in the head, knocking him out
  • B5-Silvan screams as he falls

<DM1> As the Kraken cries out with pain, there is a brief moment when it cannot attack... <A5-Flnthr> Get its sight.

  • A5-Fitz rolls away and runs back to the team
  • B5-Marusk isn't dumb enough to not see a tentacle actually coming
 his way, so ducks.

<B5-Potts> Stay back..everyone

  • B5-Marusk curses as he loses his aim!

<B5-Potts> Get back here

  • A5-Fitz collapses in agony on the floor
  • Kraken- flails - bringing the cut tenticle upward - gouting green
 gore and blood over all of them - drenching them in it

<DM1> Merikus is out cold...the Kraken retreats briefly..the path to the waterfall is clear..for only a few moments. <A5-Flnthr> GET IT! <A5-Fitz> Take that...yer mother was a fragger.... <B5-Potts> Archers...FIRE <B5-Rue> GO!!

  • B5-Silvan stands slowly, holding his arm
  • A5-Fitz groans on the floor
  • B5-Potts joins in with flaming missiles
  • A5-Flnthr runs at it in a battle raged cry, not thing of anything
 and hurls 2 throwing daggers at it.

<A5-Flnthr> 2#d20 <noppa> A5-Flnthr, 2#d20: (1 3) <B5-Marusk> No! Just run!! <B5-Silvan> Potts I cannae! <B5-Rue> IKAZE!! <B5-Marusk> Run! Run! Go! <B5-Silvan> the damn thing broke my arm! <B5-Syra> Run!

  • Kraken- pulls its injured tenticle into the water

<B5-Potts> RUN!!!!

  • A5-Fitz is a come
  • B5-Silvan runs
  • B5-Marusk takes his bow in one hand, sprinting for the path across
 the lake.
  • A5-Flnthr stays.
  • B5-Rue runs to Silvan and pulls him along...

<B5-Potts> Get to the Waterfall...GO GO GO

  • A5-Fitz trys to run...but can't

<A5-Fitz> Argh....help meeee!!!

  • Kraken- slides into the water.. steam and green goo rising in waves
 over the water
  • A5-Flnthr runs with everyone else and takes a dive towards the
 waterfall going for a swim.
  • B5-Potts rushes the team members ahead of him
  • B5-Silvan runs as fast as his elven feet can take him

<A5-Mer> ((::wonders when he got hit....did not se it::))

  • A5-Fitz trys to move and falls down in agony
  • B5-Marusk slings Wyndstryker upon his back once more.

<B5-Rue> hasha ze!!

  • B5-Rue runes to Fitz and helps him up...

<B5-Rue> Let's go...

  • B5-Potts moves on after his team...he trys to grab Fitz
  • A5-Flnthr slides into the waterfall and runs through it.
  • A5-Grumbl runs as his short lil dwarf legs can carry him

<B5-Rue> runs even

  • B5-Syra runs swiftly, looking to Silvan and his arm.
  • B5-Marusk upon reaching Fitz, he moves to help...then sees Potts and
 Rue doing so.
  • A5-Flnthr huffs and puffs.
  • A5-Fitz gets up in pain and trys to run...
  • Kraken- rises a tenticle up menacingly
  • A5-Mer is knocked out by some unseen force.
  • B5-Marusk leaps back into his sprint.
  • B5-Silvan reaches out his arm to Met

<B5-Silvan> er Mer

  • Kraken- weaves it around and sinks under the water
  • A5-Flnthr runs.
  • A5-Fitz starts to run slowly
  • B5-Syra notices Silvan stopping to get Mer....Hurry!
  • B5-Potts SCOOPS up Fitz and runs quickly to the Waterfall
  • B5-Rue begins to run slowly, pulling Fitz with her... Helping
 him...

<B5-Rue> Gah!

  • B5-Marusk merely concentrates on getting across and to the

waterfall. <B5-Rue> [I had him!]

  • B5-Marusk unslings the elven longbow Wyndstriker from his back,
 quickly nocking an arrow to the string.
  • A5-Flnthr runs and runs and runs.
  • B5-Rue races after Potts.
  • B5-Silvan grabs mer and slings him over his shoulder and runs

<A5-Grumbl> ((AFK)) <A5-Mer> ((DM? When did I get knocked out????))

  • B5-Syra pants as she reaches the waterfall, bending over to catch
 her breath.

<DM1> Behind the waterfall...you see a small opening... <A5-Flnthr> Gotta find it <DM1> Merikus..the Kraken knocked you out as she withdrew her tentacles.

  • B5-Marusk reaches the other side and spins, glancing about with
 arrow ready to cover those in flight behind him.
  • A5-Flnthr follows behind Marusk and readies his twin and crossbows.
  • B5-Potts pushes everyone through the waterfall
  • A5-Fitz collapses in agony
  • A5-Flnthr rushes towards the opening, but silently.

<B5-Potts> Mar, Fal, Sil....post guard at the falls

  • B5-Syra gets pushed and drenched at the same time. :)

<A5-Fitz> ((I'm like in severe pain correct?))

  • A5-Flnthr understands and walks back out.
  • A5-Flnthr posts guard.
  • B5-Marusk nods to Potts, lowering the arrow to move to the falls.
  • B5-Potts lies Fitz down several feet in beyond the entrance
  • A5-Flnthr holds both hand crossbows ready.
  • B5-Silvan holds his arm

<B5-Rue> Potts...

  • A5-Fitz groans
  • B5-Rue kneels by him and whispers to him...

<DM1> Fitz is in terrible pain...Merikus is coming out of his unconscious state...

  • B5-Marusk raises the bow and arrow once more after he's through,
 training his aim upon the door.

<B5-Potts> Yes Rue <A5-Mer> ((It said it was attacking Mar..not I... ::would see a tentacle coming at him, considering Mer's innate abilities::))

  1. dragon*spires
  • A5-Fitz looks up

<A5-Flnthr> Oooh God

  • A5-Fitz groans.... Argh.....
  • A5-Flnthr looks up at the Asyr who just entered.
  • A5-Mer groggily wakes up.

<A5-Flnthr> Oooh boy

  • A5-Fitz coughs....
  • B5-Silvan looks up

<A5-Flnthr> Archers...

  • B5-Syra blinks, looking at the approaching Asyri.

<A5-Fitz> <w>help.... <B5-Potts> Grumbl....Syra...Post guards here

  • A5-Mer comes to his knees....and then stands up, a tad dizzy.
  • B5-Rue places her hand on Fitz's and looks at him calmingly...

<A5-Mer> <q. Asyri...

  • A5-Fitz coughs up blood

<A5-Flnthr> Ready on the guards and captain. <B5-Syra> Ummm Potts....*points to the Asyri* <DM1> Through the entrance behind the waterfall..you see the Asyri force....a small guard unit...

  • AsrGard_5 looks around slow.
  • AsyrCap-5 rushes forward out of the cavern - yielding a sword and
 screaming bloodthirstily
  • B5-Syra withdraws her ElvenBlade, a definite *hiss* resounding as it
 greets the air.
  • A5-Flnthr holds his gaze on them and fires at the Captain.
  • B5-Potts looks up

<A5-Flnthr> 2#d20 <B5-Potts> S*** <noppa> A5-Flnthr, 2#d20: (20 19) <DM2> Call the target

  • AsyrCap-5 attacks the first one he comes to

<A5-Flnthr> (Wow)

  • B5-Silvan falls back holding eltheriel with his sword arm and
 letting his other arm hang limp
  • AsrGard_5 leaps out from his spot, his broadsword swinging wildly
 above his head.

<AsyrCap-5> agrrrgggg!!! <noppa> Wow: (Wow, this is great, we're all dying because of our merciless DM. May the gods help us because that's the only hope we got left :))

  • A5-Fitz groans and is not able to defend himself
  • B5-Potts is taken completely by surprise

<A5-Flnthr> AsyrCap <A5-Flnthr> That was

<AsyrCap-5> nick AsyrCap-3 <B5-Potts> LOL at noppa <A5-Flnthr> Hah

  • A5-Mer has Gailiathon in one hand, and his ignited Ligthsaber in the
 other.

<A5-Flnthr> Thats 2 <A5-Flnthr> 5-3=2 <DM2> Correct...3 hits on Cap

  • AsrGard-5 is here or something..
      • AsyrCap-5 is now known as Asyrcap_3
  • A5-Mer grins to Noppa.....
  • A5-Flnthr fires again at the Captain.
  • A5-Mer looks at everyone.

<A5-Flnthr> 2#d20 <noppa> A5-Flnthr, 2#d20: (10 20)

  • B5-Marusk spins on the slower AsyrGard, releasing his arrow while
 she's still at a distance.

<A5-Mer> Ye think we can use Magic yet?

  • AsrGard_5 slams into Flnthr, slashing out with the black onyx
 broadsword.
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<B5-Syra> I think so Mer. <B5-Potts> Fal You can't attack that fast <A5-Flnthr> . <AsrGard_5> 2#d20 <noppa> AsrGard_5, 2#d20: (10 16)

  • B5-Silvan steps forward with his one arm and swings at The Guard
  • A5-Fitz tries to grab his dagger but cant

<A5-Mer> Xandur! <A5-Flnthr> Yep

  • A5-Mer drops his weapons..making them disappear.
  • Asyrcap_3 slashes at Fitz

<A5-Flnthr> Oh my god

  • A5-Flnthr is knocked back

<B5-Rue> I think we can. We've been spotted. XANDUR!! <A5-Flnthr> Damn guard <Asyrcap_3> 2#d20

  • B5-Rue suddenly fists her hands tightly...

<DM2> Fal...wait for Caps reply.. <noppa> Asyrcap_3, 2#d20: (7 16) <DM1> As you fight...you see with amazement that the leader of the entire Asyri army is HERE..in the cache... <B5-Silvan> 2#d20 <noppa> B5-Silvan, 2#d20: (19 15) <DM2> 1 hit Fal

      • A5-Flnthr is now known as A4-Flnthr

<A5-Mer> Remember I can't attack in arangoth anymore, you bloodthirsty swine? <B5-Marusk> 2#d20 <noppa> B5-Marusk, 2#d20: (6 19)

  • B5-Syra stands defensively, watching.

<A4-Flnthr> ((CAPTAIN, yer at 2)) <A5-Mer> Well...take this. <B5-Silvan> (( two hits on guard )) <DM1> Please call your target...before you hit.

  • Xandur emerges from the shadows, his adamantite breastplate gleaming
 in the dim light

<A4-Flnthr> ((Not 3))

  • B5-Marusk watches as his first arrow tears into the Guard.
  • Rhiannonn appears in a light of teleportation into the cavern,
 behind a waterfall. Dressed in dark leathers, she blinks..letting
 her dark eyes adjust to the gloom of the cavern.
  • B5-Potts waits for the DM's to organize this
      • Asyrcap_3 is now known as AsyrCap_2

<B5-Marusk> ((3 hits on Guard.)) <DM2> Call the target before attack..not after

      • AsrGard_5 is now known as AsrGard_3
  • B5-Rue suddenly sees Rhia, and she begins to speak quietly, tossing
 her dagger in her hand...
  • AsyrCap_2 attacks Silvan
  • A4-Flnthr whirls and fires at the captain again.
  • AsrGard-5 draws its bow and arrows and shoots two arrows at Marusk.

<A4-Flnthr> 2#d20 <noppa> A4-Flnthr, 2#d20: (3 1)

      • AsrGard-5 is now known as AsrGard-4

<AsyrCap_2> 2#d20

  • A5-Mer flings a wave of black energy at Xandur.....the ether
 screaming in torment at the wave which rips through the Prime
 Material.
  • A4-Flnthr is attacking the cap.

<AsrGard-4> 2#d20 <noppa> AsyrCap_2, 2#d20: (14 17) <noppa> AsrGard-4, 2#d20: (4 7)

  • B5-Potts joins in the chaos seeing no control

<DM1> Behind you..on the path to the waterfall....is the Prefect Xandur's mage assistant..Rhia....

  • AsrGard_3 slams his broadsword into Mer.
  • B5-Marusk spots Xandur and Rhia, blinking.

<A5-Mer> 2#d20 <noppa> A5-Mer, 2#d20: (15 10)

  • A4-Flnthr watches the thing sails by.

<AsrGard_3> 2#d20 <noppa> AsrGard_3, 2#d20: (16 1) <DM2> Last time...!!call the targets!!

  • B5-Potts attacks Asyr Cap 2
  • B5-Silvan gets hit and swings back at the captain

<B5-Potts> 2#d20

  • B5-Marusk leaps to the side.
  • A4-Flnthr fires at the Cap.

<noppa> B5-Potts, 2#d20: (12 20)

      • B5-Silvan is now known as B4-Silvan

<A4-Flnthr> 2#d20 <B4-Silvan> 2#d20

  • Rhiannonn swings her head quickly, gritting her teeth

<B5-Syra> This must be their hideout. <noppa> A4-Flnthr, 2#d20: (18 14) <noppa> B4-Silvan, 2#d20: (9 14) <DM2> Hit Cap

  • A4-Flnthr is firing at Cap.

<Rhiannonn> <m>Obviously I'm nae alone. <A4-Flnthr> GOOD JOB POTTS!

  • B5-Rue suddenly calls out in Patryn tracing Runes in the air... and
 she turns around and fires the spell at Rhiannonn.

<B5-Potts> HIT AsyrCap2 for two points <A5-Grumbl> [bak] <Xandur> ((Hold it.. if we don't go in order... this will make no sense))

  • Rhiannonn narrows her eyes at the Warden group
  • AsyrCap_2 goes down.. gurgling blood

<Rhiannonn> Not *my* hideout

  • B5-Syra narrows her eyes of molten gold,.
  • B5-Marusk nocks another arrow to the string, letting it fly towards
 the Guard.

<B5-Marusk> 2#d20 <noppa> B5-Marusk, 2#d20: (9 12)

  • A4-Flnthr whips towards Xandur.
  • A5-Mer watches the wave of black energy rip in to Zan, as he gets
 hit with the guard's blade.

<AsrGard_3> **ooc: equates this to thrashing your limbs wildly and insanely in the shark tank at Sea World.....** <B5-Rue> 2#d20

  • AsyrCap_2 clutches his throat
  • A4-Flnthr fires with his crossbow.

<noppa> B5-Rue, 2#d20: (6 20) <AsrGard-4> ((Which guard?)) <A4-Flnthr> 2#d20 <noppa> A4-Flnthr, 2#d20: (11 4)

      • A5-Mer is now known as A4-Mer

<B5-Marusk> ((Gard-3))

  • Xandur narrows his eyes across the battle.. resting his obsidian
 gaze on Rhiannonn

<B5-Syra> Aye...your's and your lovers. <B5-Potts> AsyrCap2 is GONE!!!

  • B5-Marusk slings his bow once more.

<B5-Potts> Out Out Asyr 2 <DM2> Cap is dead.. <A4-Mer> Everyone!

  • B5-Marusk unsheathes his obsidian bladed elven longsword Apocalypse
 with a swish of air
      • AsyrCap_2 is now known as asyrguard
  • A4-Mer falls back, coming in to a defensive position.
  • B5-Potts attacks AsyrGard3
  • A4-Flnthr attacks Xandur.
  • Rhiannonn catches herself on the floor

<A4-Flnthr> 2#d20

  • B5-Marusk circles the remaining troops quietly, listening to Mer.

<DM1> The other Asyri...seeing Rhia and Xandur face off....realize that there is trouble in the air.. <noppa> A4-Flnthr, 2#d20: (10 11) <B5-Potts> 2#d20

  • AsrGard-4 fires and lets out another two arrows in Potts' direction.

<noppa> B5-Potts, 2#d20: (1 4)

      • asyrguard is now known as dead
  • A4-Mer quickly communicated with Potts using Warden handsignals.

<AsrGard-4> 2#d20

  • B4-Silvan swings at gard

<noppa> AsrGard-4, 2#d20: (6 9) <B4-Silvan> 2#d20 on Gard <AsrGard_3> **ooc: AsrGard_3 spazs and gets lost totally.** <Rhiannonn> <w>This is my fight!

  • Rhiannonn quickly turns her head and focuses on Xandur

<DM1> They prepare to flee...to save their lives... <noppa> B4-Silvan, 2#d20: (2 13) <Rhiannonn> You and I have unfinished business...Xandur

  • AsrGard_3 attaks Mer
  • B5-Rue slides forward across the battle area, calling out the runes
 for her next spell, then stops slowly...

<AsrGard_3> 2#d20

  • B5-Syra sheaths her blade and withdraws her dagger, moving

stealthily forward. <noppa> AsrGard_3, 2#d20: (5 3)

  • B5-Potts ducks as the arrows fly by
  • A4-Flnthr smiles and glares at Xandur.
  • AsrGard-4 quickly snaps her bow away
      • dead is now known as Guard-5
  • B5-Potts throws a ball of flame at AG4
  • A4-Flnthr holds his pose and fires at Xandur.

<B5-Potts> 2#d20 <A4-Flnthr> 2#d20

  • Rhiannonn hisses

<noppa> B5-Potts, 2#d20: (12 20) <noppa> A4-Flnthr, 2#d20: (4 15)

  • B5-Rue continues to spell at AsrGard_3 and blasts him with it...
  • A5-Fitz groans on the floor wishing he could help
  • B5-Marusk looks away from the troops, glancing about for shadows.

<B5-Rue> 2#d20 <noppa> B5-Rue, 2#d20: (6 13)

  • Guard-5 comes running up... looking shocked, reaching Xandur and
 Rhiannonn
  • A4-Flnthr strikes Xandur.
  • Xandur unsheathes his twin Katannas

<DM2> 2 hit AG4

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  • B5-Potts hits 4 for 2
  • B4-Silvan swings at Gard
  • A4-Mer looks at everyone.

<A4-Mer> Attention.....

  • B5-Marusk makes for the shadows, sliding along the walls for
 occasional furtive attacks.
  • A4-Flnthr fires at G5.

<A4-Flnthr> 2#d20 <noppa> A4-Flnthr, 2#d20: (12 6) <B4-Silvan> 2#d20 on Gard <noppa> B4-Silvan, 2#d20: (5 7)

  • Rhiannonn slowly gets to her feet, and warily approaches through the
 waterfall
      • AsrGard-4 is now known as AsrGard-2

<A4-Mer> Group A...center attack on Xandur. <Xandur> ((flnthr.. you need to take your turn))

      • AsrGard_3 is now known as toast
  • B5-Rue leaps up, and throws her dagger at AsrGard_3.

<A4-Flnthr> AFK <B4-Silvan> no! <A4-Mer> Group B...do whatever the hell Potts wants you too. <B4-Silvan> let Xan and Rhia fight! <B5-Rue> 2#d20 on AsrGard_3

  • Guard-5 runs off

<B5-Potts> Team B Attack the Guards

  • A5-Fitz trys to crawl forward to help

<noppa> B5-Rue, 2#d20: (2 13) <B5-Marusk> No, Merikus! The two are about to kill each other!

  • Rhiannonn gives the Asyri guards a dangerous look

<B4-Silvan> they'll do our work for us!

  • AsrGard-2 chokes as she gets hit by the fireball, her skin

smoldering and charred <B5-Marusk> Aye! <toast> **ooc: "He's got me legs! He's got me legS!!!!!"** <Xandur> Guard!!! <Xandur> Hold!!!

  • B4-Silvan feigns left and cuts right at gard

<Xandur> That is an order!! <B5-Rue> [ROFLOL!]

  • A4-Mer considers their words.

<DM2> Silence falls

  • Xandur glares at Warden Potts..
  • B5-Syra stops Rhia on the other side of the waterfall, dagger in
 hand.

<B4-Silvan> 2#d20 <A4-Mer> Group A! <A4-Flnthr> Back <noppa> B4-Silvan, 2#d20: (15 10) <Xandur> Warden.. are you leading this... Rabble..

  • B5-Potts attacks AG2
  • A4-Flnthr whirls.

<B5-Potts> 2#d20

  • B5-Marusk slips from the shadows quickly, slicing low along

Guard-5's knees. <noppa> B5-Potts, 2#d20: (20 17)

  • AsrGard-2 turns to run
  • B5-Rue slams her fist into the ground, runes flaring around her...
 and the ground under AsrGard-2 explodes.
  • B5-Potts shoots outs Arrows of lightning
  • Xandur steps to the front, knocking blades to the ground

<A4-Mer> Provide support for Rhiannonn. If she falls...Kill Xandur.

  • B5-Marusk ceases his attack.

<B5-Rue> 2#d20 on AsrGard-2

  • A5-Fitz trys to crawl forward to help out

<noppa> B5-Rue, 2#d20: (11 2)

  • Rhiannonn continues to stealthily approach Xandur, her black hair
 slicked to her head and her eyes glittering menacingly

<B5-Potts> TEAMS Hold <Xandur> I Said.. hold. <DM2> Cease attacks

  • B5-Marusk sheathes the obsidian blade Apocalypse quietly.
  • Rhiannonn glares at Syra
  • A5-Fitz groans
  • A4-Mer steps up next to Potts.

<A4-Flnthr> Nice hit Potts

  • B5-Marusk unslings the elven longbow Wyndstriker from his back,
 quickly nocking an arrow to the string.

<B4-Silvan> (( gard is gone ))

  • B5-Potts walks forward with Sil and Mer at his side
  • A4-Flnthr waits
  • A4-Mer looks up at Xandur, his eyes red.
  • AsrGard-2 falls to the ground before she can run.
  • Xandur slips up behind his guard, sword drawn and ready to strike.
  • B5-Syra sneers mockingly at Rhia.

<B5-Potts> TEAMS STOP NOW

  • B4-Silvan walks forward
  • B5-Marusk trains it along Xandur, Rhiannon, and the Guard.

<B5-Potts> Someone Grab Rue <A4-Mer> Team A! Hold your position. <B5-Potts> Hurry

  • B4-Silvan drifts back to RUe
  • A4-Flnthr holds his crossbows on Xandur.

<Xandur> Warden.. his eyes stare at Potts..

  • A5-Fitz groans and crawls forward

<toast> **ooc: In the immortal words of any losing general..... "RUN AWAY!!!!!!"**

  • B5-Rue stops and looks at Potts... Her hood had been thrown back and
 she has a slight glow around her that doesn't fade...
  • A4-Flnthr holds them.
  • Rhiannonn pushes Syra aside roughly

<Xandur> Such bloodshed is unnecessary.. <Rhiannonn> 2#d20 <DM1> As the forces of the Asyri run away...Xandur and Rhiannon face each other. <noppa> Rhiannonn, 2#d20: (4 19) <A4-Flnthr> Huh <Xandur> I congratulate you for coming this far..

  • A5-Fitz coughs and moans in pain
  • A4-Mer looks at Xandur.

<Xandur> But...

  • B5-Potts looks to Xandur with eyes like Jack Daniels...smooth and
 intoxicating
  • Xandur glares again at Rhiannonn..
  • B5-Syra falls back into the water, kicks her foot out and trips
 Rhia.

<B5-Syra> 2#d20 <noppa> B5-Syra, 2#d20: (13 1)

  • B4-Silvan growls at Xandur

<Xandur> You cannot escape.. <B5-Potts> Aye...if you wish to call me the leader <DM1> Syra..Potts has ordered you to hold.

  • B5-Marusk decides Syra has Rhia covered for the most part, trains
 his aim upon the Guard.
  • A5-Fitz groans
  • Rhiannonn lifts her chin in a haughty fashion, coldly staring down
 Xandur

<B5-Potts> ((STOP ALL ATTACKS))

  • A4-Flnthr holds the crossbows,

<A4-Flnthr> Yes we can!

  • A4-Mer uses hand signals..motioning for Teams A and B to circle Zan
 and Rhia.

<Xandur> I want the girl back.. and you all may go... ::nods to Rhia::

  • B5-Marusk watches Syra take a fall, narrows his eyes and trains his
 arrows upon Rhia...waiting.

<B5-Potts> ((FAL SHUT UP))

  • A4-Flnthr glares at Xandur.

<A4-Mer> Team A...stop your attacks now.

  • B5-Syra made only one attempt in this struggle and that was it....so
 she stands, fuming at Potts.
  • B5-Rue stands up, her cold, dark glare directed at Rhiannonn...

<B5-Potts> Perhaps....

  • Rhiannonn catches herself in the water, cursing at Syra under her
 breath

<B5-Potts> But one thing we could do....

  • A4-Flnthr isn't planning to attack POTTS!

<B5-Potts> destroy you in the process <A4-Flnthr> Girl?

  • Rhiannonn rises once again slowly to her feet, warily glancing at
 the others
  • A5-Grumbl leans on his battle axe
  • Xandur grins

<Xandur> Destroying me is not as easy as you might think..

  • Rhiannonn snorts derisively at Xandur

<B4-Silvan> nay, I'm afraid it will nae be that easy

  • A5-Fitz trys to crawl forward

<Rhiannonn> I am not yours for the taking no longer...*my lord* <Xandur> The girl.. warden. <B5-Potts> And what do you have planned for her Prefect

  • Rhiannonn rolls smoothly off her tongue sarcastically
  • Xandur sneers at Rhia

<Xandur> You were.. and will be again. <DM1> Silence falls in the cave as the mage and his assistant look at each other. <Rhiannonn> Oh aye..::eyes glittering:: I can destroy you..and I shall.

  • A4-Flnthr slowly brings his finger near the trigger holding

millimeters away from it.

  • B5-Marusk thinks for a moment...and realizes that Rhia used a double
 negative to say she *is* his for the taking.

<B5-Rue> [LOL] <Xandur> The emperor must complete your re-education.. and The asyri will help you with your child

  • Xandur laughs

<Xandur> You.. destroy me?? <A4-Flnthr> ..

  • Rhiannonn looks over Xandur, draws back her shoulders..and spits at
 him squarely in the face

<Rhiannonn> (LOL Mar) <Xandur> You doltish girl.

  • B5-Potts looks to both of them with curiosity
  • B5-Syra tightens her hands into fists, seething inside but otherwise
 outwardly calm.

<Rhiannonn> <w>There is a child no longer...*smirks* For this...

  • Xandur wipes off his face..backhands her
  • A4-Mer raises an eyebrow slightly.
  • Rhiannonn reaches inside her cloak and removes an object..

<Rhiannonn> I sacrificed it to the dark powers <DM1> The object Rhiannonn removes appears to be a small white clay bowl.

  • Rhiannonn takes a sudden step back startled by the blow
  • B5-Rue 's glare moves to Xandur...
  • Xandur raises a brow.

<DM1> Inside the bowl, which is deep and narrows to a small bottom..is written a spell in black Asyri script. <Xandur> The dark one... I am.. impressed.. girl.

  • Rhiannonn almost drops the bowl

<Xandur> you will make an asyri magelord yet.

  • Xandur eyes the bowl suspiciously.
  • Rhiannonn wipes at a thin stream of blood from her mouth as she eyes
 Xandur

<Xandur> helluva time to stop for a snack Rhia.. <DM1> The spell's first words draw Xandur toward it irresistibly.

  • Rhiannonn can no longer contain her rage and rushes Xandur

<DM1> He cannot take his eyes off of the writing inside the bowl.

  • Xandur grins. Just as well... let it be your last supper
  • B5-Marusk looks to Syra quietly.
  • Rhiannonn grabs his head in an armlock

<Rhiannonn> 2#d20

  • Xandur swipes his swords at Rhiannonn

<noppa> Rhiannonn, 2#d20: (18 10) <B5-Potts> ((MER Respond to my msg)) <Xandur> 2#d20

  • B5-Rue swings her gaze back across the Rhia.

<noppa> Xandur, 2#d20: (4 14)

  • B4-Silvan watches
  • Xandur winces as she outquicks him
  • B5-Syra nods to Mar, though imperceptible to the ones enfolded in
 the drama.
  • Rhiannonn forces Xandur to look into the bowl and she quickly begins
 to chant in a strange tongue breathlessly

<DM2> Xan's head is locked in her arm <Rhiannonn> <w>Listen and die you bastard... <DM1> As Xandur looks into the bowl..his head seems drawn toward it...like a magnet toward metal.

  • A4-Flnthr waits.
  • Rhiannonn tightens her grip and begins to chant louder
  • B5-Marusk begins moving slowly to the side...sliding his feet in
 silence as he watches.

<DM1> He is reading the spell....as the writing of the spell spirals into the bowl...his body moves closer to it...

  • B5-Potts backs off..motioning
  • A4-Flnthr moves with Mar.
  • Rhiannonn 's face is contorted by years of pent-up hate for the man
 in her arm
  • Xandur peers into the bowl.. a cool, hypnotic liquid rippling
 there..
  • Xandur stares at the enticing bowl
  • Xandur limps in Rhia's grasp
  • B4-Silvan pulls back
  • B5-Marusk stops as Falen moves with him, hoping they haven't both
 been discovered.

<Rhiannonn> <w>You shall die like the dog you are, Xandur... <DM1> Suddenly...Xandur's feet lift off the ground..he appears to be levitating..moving toward the bowl...

  • Xandur caresses the bowl with his hands.. yearning to be... part of
 it..
  • B5-Marusk pulls back from the group.

<Rhiannonn> <w>How long I have dreamt of doing this...to hear your pitiful screams

  • B4-Silvan watches eyes widening

<DM1> He is being sucked inside it...as he reads deeper and deeper into the object...

  • Rhiannonn grits her teeth, continuing the chant at a furious pace

<A4-Flnthr> Don't worry <w> keep going Mar

  • A5-Fitz claps his hands
  • Xandur becomes translucent as his body pulsates with energy
  • B5-Syra realizes just how dark and evil Rhia is.
  • A4-Flnthr moves along with Mar.

<Xandur> Rhia.....

  • Rhiannonn 's chants turn into maniacal cold laughter

<Xandur> Rhia....

  • Xandur tugs one last glance at his traitor magess

<DM1> As he reads to the bottom of the bowl...he finds that the spell turns into a trap....a spell of entrapment... <Xandur> <m> this is not the end...... <Rhiannonn> <w>Die!

  • B5-Rue closes her eyes tightly, angrily at Rhia's magic and she
 backs away, dropping her dagger to bring her hands to her ears...
  • A4-Mer motions for both teams to hold their position, but prepare to
 attack if they get attacked.
  • B5-Potts watches the unknown spell with slight curiosity
  • Xandur fades into the bowl in a smear of light
  • B5-Marusk shakes his head, moving off to a safer range from which to
 watch and attack if necessary.

<DM1> As he sees the word at the bottom of the bowl....his entire body is sucked into it...

  • Rhiannonn smirks, her eyes cold and dark...blazing with rage
      • Xandur is now known as InDBowl
  • Rhiannonn suddenly stops and all is quiet
  • Rhiannonn glances up, her hair hanging limply in her face as she
 surveys the others
      • Xandur has left IRC

<InDBowl> ((I cant help this.. sorry))

  • B5-Syra looks cooly towards Rhia.
  • Rhiannonn lifts the bowl above her head

<InDBowl> <---- is cuckoo for cocoapuffs <Rhiannonn> This is my proof to you on this day...Xandur is no more..and let it serve as a warning to the rest of you. <Rhiannonn> ((ROFLMAO!!!))

  • A4-Flnthr moves with Marusk but goes higher, an easier place to
 attack from.
  • B5-Potts fondles his staff in preparation
  • B5-Potts thinks this was planned
  • Rhiannonn flings the bowl into the lake
  • A4-Flnthr holds his crossbows.
  • Rhiannonn smiles bitterly as she watches it sink

<DM1> The current of the waterfall carries the bowl deep into the lake..and you see a tentacle of the Kraken grab it as it disappears forever.

  • A5-Fitz pulls his daggers and looks to Mer
  • B5-Rue opens her eyes, watching Rhia, anger flaring into them....
  • Rhiannonn suddenly looks up at the others, sensing their readiness
 to attack
      • InDBowl is now known as Gone4good

<Rhiannonn> <w>Our fight will be on another day..my *friends*... <B5-Potts> ROFLMAO

  • B4-Silvan looks shocked

<Rhiannonn> Long live the Khala... <A5-Fitz> ROFL <B4-Silvan> ROFL!!!!

  • B5-Syra smirks, sheathing her dagger.

<B5-Rue> ROFLOL! <A4-Flnthr> LOL <A4-Mer> LOL, Xan. <A4-Flnthr> Hahah

  • Rhiannonn suddenly lifts her arms swiftly and is engulfed in a flash
 of light...and disappears
 *** Rhiannonn is now known as NotHere

<B5-Rue> IN DA BOWL! <B5-Rue> Sorry

  • B5-Rue looks at Rhia, shock on her face...

<B5-Potts> M'Lady Rhia...:::looks to her with appreciative eyes::: <A4-Mer> ::the forces are encircling Rhia...and the bowl:: <DM1> Rhiannon is gone...and you realize that the Asyri army cache is here, unguarded..you can destroy it and them... <A4-Mer> ((ROTFL, XAN!!)) <A5-Fitz> ROFL!!!! <DM1> But you have to secure a way out first. <A4-Flnthr> Kill.....her... <B4-Silvan> ROFLMAO! <B5-Rue> [ROFLOL!!!!}

  • A4-Flnthr holds silently.

<A4-Mer> A warning, Mage? <A4-Flnthr> K...k....

  • B4-Silvan looks at Rhia

<B5-Syra> She is gone Fal...and good riddance.

  • B5-Potts directs both teams to back off
  • A4-Flnthr tries to loosen his grip but can't

<B4-Silvan> is this how ye end things? holding grudges against both sides...

  • B5-Rue stands up and starts shouting furiously at Rhiannonn in
 Patryn....
  • A5-Fitz backs off

<B5-Potts> Damnit <B5-Potts> Rhia <A4-Flnthr> Rhin......let Asyr and Arangoth come to peace.. <B5-Potts> This does nae end his life <A4-Flnthr> Please...... <B5-Potts> Well...not forever <A4-Mer> Rhia....you have done Arangoth a great service today. <B5-Potts> Everyone...HOLD <B4-Silvan> hold back all!

  • A4-Mer motions for both teams to stand down on weapons.
  • B5-Rue is STILL screaming furiously at Rhiannonn

<B4-Silvan> ye can count on that Rhia! <B5-Potts> Rhiannonn <A4-Mer> The...Khala...? <B4-Silvan> what did she say? <A4-Flnthr> Can you get us outta here? <B4-Silvan> Nay! <B5-Potts> He is nae dead....and you have perhaps endangered us all

  • A4-Mer wonders who the 'ell that is.

<B4-Silvan> SI`GANTH! The Khala! *curses loudly*

  • A4-Mer curses.
  • A4-Flnthr curses.
  • B5-Marusk sighs.
  • A4-Mer looks at Team A. "Shut the hell up, and that's an Order!"
  • B5-Rue turns around and starts cursing loudly in her language,
 hitting the wall hard...
  • B5-Potts shakes his head and wonders how long it will be before
 someone will find the bowl

<A4-Flnthr> Sir....

  • A4-Mer has a headache.

<A4-Flnthr> yes sir <B5-Potts> Let's get this over with... <A4-Flnthr> We can take the stream back up <A4-Flnthr> I'm sure fly spells would do quite well

  • B5-Potts points a finger to the closest portion of the cache as it
 dissolves
  • A5-Fitz sighs
  • B5-Rue sighs and rests her head against the wall...Becoming silent,
 blood running down her knuckles...
  • A4-Mer closes his eyes...and the air bends...

<B4-Silvan> she is nae gone

  • A4-Mer pushes inward...a ripple travels through Time-Space...
  • B4-Silvan walks to Rue
  • A4-Mer then Rips at the fabric of Time-Space itself........and a
 portal opens.
  • A5-Fitz sighs

<DM1> Falenthor..the way back upstream is blocked. <A4-Mer> Team A, stand guard.

  • A4-Flnthr quickly casts disintegration on the cache,

<A4-Flnthr> Yes sir <A4-Mer> Team B, burn the Cache.

  • B5-Potts continues to dissolve the cache as his team moves out
  • A4-Flnthr stands guard.
  • A4-Mer shoots a glance to Fal. "Don't give me that BS, Fal. Ok? I
 got pissed off.  Sorry."

left #dragon*spires <B5-Potts> Move your team out Mer.... <B5-Potts> I'll finish this <A4-Flnthr> uuuuh <A4-Flnthr> What BS? <B5-Potts> Team B...move to the portal <A4-Mer> That Yes Sir stuff.

  • B5-Potts pulls a bit of bat guano from his pouch

<A4-Flnthr> Oooyeah <A4-Flnthr> I mean that <B5-Potts> Move out.NOW <A4-Flnthr> That's not sarcasm

  • A4-Mer sighs. "Team A, through the portal."

<B5-Potts> 5 <B5-Rue> Dammit... <B5-Potts> 4

  • A4-Flnthr moves out with the team.
  • B5-Rue turns around and leans back against the wall...

<B5-Potts> 3 <B5-Potts> 2

  • A4-Flnthr runs.
  • B4-Silvan walks to Rue
  • A4-Mer stays behind, heading up the rear.

<B4-Silvan> tis over for now <B4-Silvan> come <B5-Potts> 2 <B5-Potts> 2

  • B5-Rue takes Silvan's arm and she takes them on their own with her
 magic.

<B5-Potts> 1 <DM1> The portal opens....and the cache starts on fire...

  • B5-Potts throws the fireball into the cache and slips into the
 portal
  • A4-Mer takes out some parchment...and begins writing.
  • B5-Marusk glances about the cavern once more, muttering a soft
 prayer to Gilean and slips through the portal.

left #dragon*spires

  • A4-Flnthr does some prayer stuff
  • A4-Mer is taking the rear. "Teams...move out. I'm gonna stay
 behind...to close the portal."
  • A4-Flnthr thanks Mielekki
  1. Dragon*Spires
  1. Dragon*Spires

Session Close: Sun Jul 21 01:31:06 1996 �

Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 03:04:28 -0400 To: [email protected] From: [email protected] (Dave Soltys) Subject: PLots and such...

       Just wondering if your open to joining in on some interesting plot

filled storyline... IF ya have read the DreamShade post... I am finally starting to post what I have written in some txt files I thought up... Just asking if that Zalandros char who is Royal Astrologer or somethin could be involved maybe... As you might notice... The plot involves a quite a bit of it... Or soon will show in other post..

       Well, just dropping a letter to get a response. Nice short story ya

had there in past few post.

                                                       Dave aka DreamShde,

Farlow, Sunflamer,Darnaok,

                                                            Mindwarp,etc
DreamShade (aka DreamShde)
Player of Shadow and Light
Dreamweaver of the North

((Oh and the mun is Dave, Royal Pain in the Rear to his friends.))

 "To see a world in a grain of sand, and a heaven in a wildflower."
                                               -William Blake
 "Reality is what you make of it." - Unknown
 "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." -Some wise old sage
                              

Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 02:14:23 -0500 From: Rue <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..

Dave Soltys wrote:

> Concerning Pott's suggestion, it is understandable that when a > storyline enters into a live public roleplay that outside characters would > interact since it would be an open situation as in real life (ANd I feel its > the spirit of the freeform environment of BDI and the old RDI...)), but also > as Angel says it would be rude for someone to just say approach the clones > of Angel and Narsissa and find that they ARE clones and stab them to death > or somethin'.

This is quite annoying... I have seen this way too many times, and this has happened to me plenty of times... I often try to shift the plot I'm workin' on and use the events to my advantage... That's something I have learned to do. I always plan out the general idea (ISEA!) of the plot before I start it... But i never realize how it's going to end until I'm ready to end it. The ideas are just so vague, that I HAVE to use the events in the inn for the details. Such as with the Negaverse plot. All I started with was Zoisite. A character. I had nothing for her to do. So I directed her for the 7 crystals. But how could I relate them to the inn? How could I let people know about them? And she gained an intrested in Lysira because of the crystals in Lysira's hair (i know it's lame, but it works. And I was only there for 'bout 3 weeks.). I believe that this is not only the first time I met Sira, but that was the beginning of a major plot of mine.

With the current plot. I am currently writing a book right now, and this plot is helping me do so. The original plan was for Aylaishia to be the antagonist. But after a bit of shifting, and some inspirations, Isea came into being, and Aylaishia was shifted to one of the protagonists. Tonight for example... I had to make sudden changes, rewriting a lot of it, since the fact that Aylaishia's past has been revealed to half of the inn and I didn't plan on that until another time. And the spell on Arianeira has been broken (I think), which I didn't plan on happening either.

> I really hate when ppl play omniscient and figure they know > everything. It really does take the fun out of roleplays (And makes ya crave > the dice and level grap of the very structured TSR system.) When I usually > have god like characters for whatever reason, they usually never appear in > actual live rps much and seem to appear only in BIG plots. (Usually some > mentor type...) I try to play around those situations where it would ruin > roleplay fun and so try to play the character as little as live as possible, > but at times a plot might need some demigod type character to fill it out, > etc (Add to the mystery of the RPG). > That's what Aylaishia is right now. I try to avoid fights with her, and I only talk, which I enjoy a WHOLE lot with this character, because I enjoy speaking with puzzles. To this time, I can count only 2 major fights that Ayla has gotten into... Ayla vs. Deth, and Ayla vs Arianeira. And I talked to the muns and we had planned out the endings of the fights.

What I tried to do, was tried to get as many people as I possibly could involved into my plot. Now I have people siding with Rue, with Ayla and with Isea.

To my point. I like for RPGs to have a lot of people. When I went to the Battle Games camp out, we played a game of Rifts, and a game of AD&D. Both games had about 8, 10, 11 people in 'em... And they were SO much fun because of all of the variety in 'em! I mean, in the Rifts game we had all of these generic characters... But then a giant blue guy and a giant canary... I don't know what they are, but those were the names we called 'em. If you leave it like that, you leave out the variety... I finally got annoying to me that the only people in my Negaverse plot were Jimmie, Adam, Kevin (Mal), and I, so I started gettin' sick of it. *shrug*

-- Rue http://www.io.com/~jimmie/kirsy/home.html

Keep Sailor Moon alive!! SOS(Support our Sailors)!! http://looney.physics.sunysb.edu/~daffy/sos/

"I've come here for a purpose," he said to her. "I'm looking for someone. A little girl. Her age would be seven, maybe eight gates. She is called Rue."

Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 01:16:08 -0600 From: [email protected] (OneStab) Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..

My few comments.

Unfortunately, I feel somewhat responsible for the "exclusionary" RP problem. The Asyri/Arangoth line was never intended to be "closed." Though somehow that idea was conveyed. Nevertheless, I did write the first "you need permission to play" letter. In this case, it was simply because *I* was under oath to protect a copywrite. This permission only applied to Asyri characters. Anyone and everyone was welcome to kick Xandur in the teeth when he came to the inn. :)

I am utterly opposed to the direction the "exclusions" have taken.

Potts is precisely correct, if you do not wish others involved in the line, for heaven's sake, do NOT go into the inn and play the line. Live RP is supposed to be filled with other's involvement, their characters changing and evolving lines as they develop. Otherwise, you are RPing a script. Scripts are better written here on the list. Live RP writes the script.. real time.

I hear time and again how God PC's are loathed for their intervention. It is true, there are players that game on a "sitcom schedule" (ie. all problems must be stated and solved in 22 mins, leaving 8 for words from your sponsor.) However, there are ways to RP around intrusions, and, if a player in particular annoys you... that little ignore feature works great.

For the record, I will not engage again in any situation that requires membership restriction in any way. Many thought me overbearing and controlling in the Asyr line. In fact, I was simply protecting the wonderful authors that allowed me to bring their story to live RP with Xandur. This responsibility I did not take lightly. The authors took a big risk bringing the line to live RP.

I tried to make the line as open as possible while maintaining my word to them. Several intruiging offshoots did develop.. for those who felt "excluded" I am sorry you felt so, but those feelings are not soundly based. The line was stated as open for all current character participation on several occasions. Only new Asyri characters required an okay.

That asside, I re-iterate my contempt for playing a closed line in the inn. This is billed as an Free Form Gaming area... If characters are not allowed (or need permission) to react to events happening in the inn where they are.. Your line does not belong in the Inn but a PR or the boards. If you cannot RP around interventions, perhaps your own ability (not those around you) needs honing.

One last word to those wishing to intervene in any line. While it is indeed a free form area, common courtesy demands you ask before acting in a way that may alter another's line significantly. Offering aid and support IC is fine... just jumping in and saving the day is bad form. Expect to be ignored when performing a "hero from the phone booth" role. Someone went to alot of trouble to write a line starring their character(s), not yours. If the authors are decent, they have opened the door for extras and even other stars to alter the course of events.. But no one spends creativity creating IC puzzles so you can solve them with a "Ronco Hydrogen Bomb and Potato Peeler" wave of the wrist.

With Respect, Darren


Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 02:22:19 -0500 From: Rue <[email protected]> Subject: Dulcy's pic!

this is on the ftp site, but since Stef's attachment with this pic worked so well... I thought it would be better on here... The gif is about 100K. This is a picture I sketched of our dear Dulcina for my Fundamentals of Drawing class. I do not know the grade, but it's one of a set of four. The original picture was a profile of Rue. Then I had to morph it into other faces. So I got Isea, Dulcina, and Taeylea all from that one picture. Enjoy!

Attachment Converted: C:\earthlnk\eudora\Download\Dulcy.GIF

Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 00:49:37 -0700 (PDT) From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..

I have listen and read ever single post on this subject from other players...and i noticed that as far as i could tell, Angel's post mentioned nothing about who can and can not RP.

 My only comment on all of this is, this:
  Mun knowledge is that Mun knowledge. And PC knowledge is PC knowledge.
If you can not tell the difference then i suggest you step back, and

relearn everything about RP. Fore it makes no since to set up a storyline, rather it is closed or not in the mailing, only to have some PC meet you in the Inn, and automatically know everything about the stroyline, even though that particular PC has had no involvement in the SL in the mailing list. That is plain and simply wrong.

Jumping into a SL, i think is fine in the Inn, since that is where the main

plots of many SL's are finished, but not all in one session, nor in under 2 hours either.

Point of example: {and i hate to bring this up} Moonbeam used MUN knowledge

or what is called GOD PC powers, and immediately linked Sun`zen to Angelsin and Narisa, who have just returned from escaping from Dellila, trekking across the desert, and finally coming home...Moon, jumped Sun the moment he walked into the Inn, and challenged him to tell why is soul or whatever is linked into AngelSin and Narisa....and then tell him she wants the full truth of why these two are fakes, and why he's involved in them...and then she comes across like a Damned God threatening to RIP his mind asunder to gain the truth, and there is nothing he can do???, come on, that is pure BS...and I <Sun`zen> RPed the entire scene as if she was a loon, and he hadnt the foggest idea what she was talking about...and he bidded her good day and left....Well what did Miss GOD MoonBeam do, she turns around and Kidnaps Isis <who didnt want to become involved with the SL> and drags her off out of the Inn...trying to force Sun`zen to come and rescue her, so MoonBeam can RIP his mind asunder, and gain the truth as to why there is a fake Angelsin and Narisa, and where the real ones are.....That entire scene with that is nothing but PURE BULLSHIT!!!! and I am sorry if some of you disagree with my feelings on these...but i can not see a on how Moon can immediately know by just recently meeting Angel and Narisa that they are fakes...fine she can look at their souls...but what does a soul look like...well as i explained to Angel about the clones...they acted differently, Angel acts like Narisa, and Narisa acts like Angel...each is identical in every way to both the real ones, including all memories, up to the point just before seeing the Pyramid...they remember falling asleep and then waking up in a sandstorm that lasted for several days, which they treked thru and finally made it back to Arangoth....I am just really pissed off that almost in one entire Day a PC automatically knows everything, links Sun`zen too it all, and then turns around, and runs his name thru the mud to ever single PC in the Inn that they can see....heck there are PC's in the Inn that have never meet Sun personally, and already what to cause him pain because of Moon's actions.

 I am sorry if i have hurt anyones feelings by what i said, how i said it,

but that is how i feel...and I will state this...Sun`zen has never used Mun knowledged about anyone in the Inn...i RP him true to his alignment, lifestyle, and his abilities, and if anyone has a problem with that, tough shit! Because if i have to go thru another totally BS shitty scene like i did today...i am gone...of course several of u will throw a party, but i dont really care.

        • Also, i am tired of being an OP in a channel were i am told what to do,

and when i do something i thought the OP was supposed too do..i get balled out...i am sorry...i will not name names, that is pure nonesense to do...Angel, Jimmie, Sylvia, Mickey, RUe, i thank you for the ability to be OP...but I formerely request that that Title be removed as soon as possible...i am tired of it..Thanx****

Signed: -Sun`zen(aka. Jul`Kair, aka.Sun`Dragn, aka. Sunaj) Champion of BattleFest '96 ....Long Live the BlkDragon*Inn in all its Glory. -starcry(aka. Stefhan, the mun) -Grumble(dwarf..."Hey what you looking at you Walking Talking Tree!!!")


Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 05:58:22 -0400 From: "Kerrinne Lynne Kl'ramordan" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..


Well....::blinks after reading all her mail:: I must say that there are some valid points. But I'd like it to be known (because I don't think it's just me) that I have basically ceased to RP on the internet (AKA Arangoth). I find the closed story-line thing...the mun's getting upset over a piece of e-mail, and being ignored less than fun. That's part of the reason why I started RPing...was to have fun. I will most likely be continuing my RPing on AOL for the most part. I have less problems there than I ever could here. I know that if I, personally, came across this place called RhyDin I would think it snubish and very much leaning to the "socially elite" and probably move one. So, since my characters were made taking different aspects of me...I figure they'd probably do the same.

Now, as for mun knowledge and all that crud....well....I have about seven characters right now...and half are in light guilds...half are in dark guilds...and it's funny how my pc's never know any info about the other unless found out by another source. But alas, the opportunity to prove myself (which I *shouldn't* have to do) to be a "good" Role-Player (whatever that means) was never given here. I think the only reason I remain on this list is due to the fact that several of my friends and ppl who I *love* to RP with are on it. They accept me and my characters without having to prove myself...and are NOT afraid to let me get involved in their SL's.

feels better now that she's said what she wanted...but wonders how it

sounds at 6 in the morning...ugh::

~The Nutty Mun~ Kerrinne/Keelia/Korrina/Lixand/Etc...

"Life is what you make it...so make it good."

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Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 09:22:54 -0700 (PDT) From: [email protected] (Sara) Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..


steps up to the plate, a bat in one hand and two pennys in the other::
clears her throat:: Ok Folks. Here it is, my two cents.  ::digs her feet

into the dust, then smacks the bat against her foot several times, and hefts the stick against her shoulder::

First! I am new to RPing on the Net. ( I was on AOL for several years ) I came because several very close friends with amazing imaginations were here and asked that I join them. It has taken quite a while to adjust to the differences between AOL and the Net. They are by no means bad differences, but they are differences none the less. I've struggled with establishing my characters. I've been accused of being a "God PC" I've had a character in the Inn insult "ME" OOC through his character. I've tryed to follow the "rules" as I knew them. I've been corrected by Ops. Which is fine with me, as a newcomer... I've WANTED to know how things work here. Angel has been more than gracious answering my questions OOC through the mail and I appreciate that. But, as a newcomer to the BDI, I am discouraged with what I've seen. Both in this list, and in the Inn itself. I've never considered myself a fabulous RPer. I make mistakes. My characters make mistakes. That's how we grow. That's how we learn. As an old Rhydin-ite, I did my best to help the "newbies." Without children, the race dies. So many talented people are out there, and if they are not taught when they are curious.... we will loose them. That seems such a shame, when our world can be enriched by those who bring new and intersting perspectives to things. I suppose what I'm saying is..... have some heart for those who are new and old alike. RPing should be enjoyable. This is our play time. This is our heart. Don't let those who have brought so much joy to you, leave in anger. And don't let those who are new, get discouraged with the possibilities that they can't ever play with the "big kids."

tosses one of the pennys in the air and swings::

Second! Storylines... Storylines..... open? closed? Geez! What a mess. The argument goes back and forth, coming full circle and then beginning again. I offer no solutions. I'm not sure there *is* a solution. However... ::flips the last penny over in her hand:: perhaps a little respect for each other would go a long way. I realize by saying that, a few of you will feel insulted and rally to aid each other in bashing me. But, I *have* seen you care for each other. I've read every letter in my mail box for the last few weeks. I know there is a close knit group here and you are all very stubborn in your own ways. That's as it should be. All I'm saying is we should respect each other and what we chose to do with our characters. If you want to close your storyline so that you can write to your hearts content and have more control over what happens... So be it. If you wish to leave your story open and let others toss their hats into the ring..... So be it. "Let he who is without sin, cast the first stone"

tosses the last penny in the air and swings away::


Sara ~ The Mun/Mom~


Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 10:01:06 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..


Thank you Sylv..that's all I was trying to say and explain..at least now I know someone got it and I was maybe making sense :)

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Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 13:03:12 -0400 (EDT) From: Syl <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..


peeks in and then steps in slowly, not sure what she has to say is going to make anyone angry or what, but decides to say it nonetheless:::::

I have read all 20+ letters this morning regarding storylines and plots in the inn and on this list. I would like to say that some of you are reacting without seeing Angel's point I think. Her point, and Sun`zen's....and just about anyone else's on this list and in the inn is and should be...when there is a storyline going on...it was created to achieve something. If you want to become involved in a story on the list...what is wrong with sending your contribution to the person who sent out the original story first? then they can add it to theirs or not without the story going in a direction they never intended for it to go in the first place. As far as the roleplay in the inn...it is wonderful when others jump into the plots and have fun with it...BUT (you knew that was coming didn't you?) stories on the list tell EVERYTHING...and in the INN sometimes you should not be able to know the everything that was told on the list. Confused? let me explain...using Angel's example o! ! nce more.

Brunhilde enters the inn and sits quietly in a corner watching Dulcina:::: (now you have read on the mailing list the beginning of this story how Brunhilde makes plans to kill Dulcina)
SirJoeBlow looks at Brunhilde and screams, "You are under arrest for plotting the murder of our good Dulcina!":::

Excuse me...but where did SirJoeBlow see Brunhilde do anything but walk into the inn and sit quietly watching Dulcina work? Do you understand and see the point that I am making? RPing and reacting to what goes on in the inn is and should be slightly different from what you have read and know from the story on the mailing list. OK carry on...now that I have completely confuzzled everyone but myself I am done :) ENJOY your day :) please drive through. ~Syl~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.


Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 11:13:03 -0700 From: Andie <[email protected]> Subject: Some humor


Now, this is JUST a joke..I have AOL too so no one get mad at me..


>>>> Diary of an AOL User >>>> =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= >>>> >>>> july 18- i just tried to connect to america online, which ive heard is the >>>> best online service i can get. i cant connect, i dont know what is wrong. >>>> >>>> july 19- some guy at the tech support center says my computer needs a >>modem. i >>>> dont see why. hes just trying to cheat me. how dumb does he think i am? >>>> >>>> july 20- i bought the modem. i couldnt figure out where it goes. it wouldnt >>>> fit in the moniter or the printer. im confused. >>>> >>>> july 21- i finally got the modem in and hooked up. that three year old next >>>> door did it for me. >>>> >>>> july 22- that three year old kid next door hooked me up to america online >>for >>>> me. hes so smart. >>>> >>>> august 2- i just read this post called make money fast. im so excited im >>going >>>> to make lots of money. i followed his instructions and posted it to every >>>> newsgroup i could find. >>>> >>>> august3 - i just made my signature file. its only 6 pages long, so i will >>have >>>> to work on it some more. >>>> >>>> august 5- i was asking where to find some information about something. some >>>> guy told me to check out ftp.netcom.com. ive looked and looked, but i cant >>>> find that group. hes so dumb. >>>>

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Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 15:23:51 -0400 (EDT) From: Galliard <[email protected]> Cc: BlackDragon <[email protected]> Subject: Storylines, blah, blah, blah

Hi, y'all!

Not to be redundant here, but wasn't this whole closed-SL argument thing what I mentioned almost two weeks ago? (Re: A complaint from Not-Steve) I happen to notice that some of the people who jumped my case then are now arguing the exact same points I did then. [Sarcasm Mode on] Boy do *I* feel vindicated! [Sarcasm Mode off] Anyway, since I stated my views on this two weeks ago, I'll not do it here again. Just to let you know, Wolfie`/Brenlyn will not be appearing in the inn for quite some time... Consider him off to renew his ties with Gaia and search for more garou. Julie, I'm sorry to place our story with Nallie on hold, but I can't seem to find much joy in being in the inn recently. Maybe someday I'll be back. Maybe not. If anyone wants to respond to me personally, I can be reached at any of the three email addies listed below. I Haven't decided whether or not to unsubscribe to the list yet, so write me, not the list if you wish to respond. I'll enjoy getting mail that is directed to me personally for a change, as well. I get precious little of that these days.


Sincerely,


Chad Hastings, aka Galliard

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Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 12:25:23 -0700 From: [email protected] Subject: Re:Storylines and Sara ~the Mun/Mom~

> > >Sara ~ The Mun/Mom~

looks around in horror and wonders if Ana's mun is going to send her to

bed early tonight...or worse yet, force her to stay up to watch reruns of The Three Stooges. Realizing that Sara is not *her* mun, she smirks:: So, Sara, got any good Stooges videos you want to show to Ana?



    Karen


  ~*~ Life is too short to do everything...and too long to do nothing ~*~




Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 13:21:48 -0700 (PDT) From: [email protected] (Sara) Subject: Re:Storylines and Sara ~the Mun/Mom~



>> >>Sara ~ The Mun/Mom~ > >::looks around in horror and wonders if Ana's mun is going to send her to >bed early tonight...or worse yet, force her to stay up to watch reruns of >The Three Stooges. Realizing that Sara is not *her* mun, she smirks:: So, >Sara, got any good Stooges videos you want to show to Ana? > > > > > Karen > > > ~*~ Life is too short to do everything...and too long to do nothing ~*~

Hmmmmmm???? Why did I *know* you would respond to this? ::points down the hallway:: Go to your room young lady!  ::slips her a "Stooges Do Dallas" video and grins:: I'll bring the popcorn! Oh Lynn? You can come too.

winks::

Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 22:03:39 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: The Torture begins...


((Rated R))


Angel moans as she tries to open her eyes...as she does she tries to focus

through the blur that is before her. Several minutes later she manages to focus and notices she's no longer in the cell. She tries to lift her hand to touch the soreness that covers the right side of her face but can't. She looks down to see she is tied to a wooden pallat, standing straight up. "What in the nine hells?" she whispers

He watches her from accross the room. His beady eyes soaking up the

target in front of him. 'Mistress will be please when i am thru' he thinks. He walks out of the shadowed corner of the room and approaches Angel. She looks up noticing him and he grins wickedly as her eyes widen. "Now pretty lady..I wants ya to scream reeeaal loud"

Angel glares at him trying to wriggle her way free:: "Where is my

sister?!" she demands.

"I havn' gotten ta her yet missy, but don't worry. I'll take Gooood care of her" he smiles wide revealing his black and yellow teeth.. He holds in his hand a large black leather whip and snaps it on the wood next to angel's arm. She jumps slightly but doesn't take her eyes off him. She tilts her chin up as if daring him to do his task.

In a quick stroke he lifts the whip above his head and brings it down with

a thundering crack. It lashes accross Angel's chest ripping into her dress and burning into her skin. The blood trickles down the verticle wound and she bites her lip.

He brings his arm up again and repeats the blow. He continues to strike

her over and over, tearing her dress to shreds as the blood runs down her skin. The entire time she doesn't speak.. She just watches him with tears rolling down her cheeks, and hatred in her eyes::

In another part of the keep:

Narisa lays weeping in a small room..She had walked around the room

several times trying to find an escape but had failed. No windows, just a single door which would not open no matter how hard she tried. She drifts off into a shallow slumber. An hour later she jolts awake by the sound of the door opening. She jumps up and backs into the wall::

He grins as he walks in:: "Now now lil' miss..don't make this hard on me"

"Leave me alone!" She cries "Where is Alysia! I want to know what you have done to my sister!"

"I've taken good care o' yer sis' don't ye worry.. now it's time ta give ye yer punishment" ::he walks slowly to her unbuckling his buckle and pulling it from his waist.. he throws it to the side of the room. He then removes his shirt and throws it aside.

"Wh...at are ye doing?! Stay away!" she tries to back away further.

"Shut up ye little chit..yer gonna be real still or I'll slit yer throat right now"

her eyes widen and tears fill her eyes. She pushes herself as far back

into the wall as she can::

He is almost to her and he reaches out to grab her::
She closes her eyes real tight::"Our father who art in heaven......"

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Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 15:44:29 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Back in the damn desert..


Angel and Narisa begin to follow the girl around the pyramid when suddenly

the lights in the pyramid flicker and they are suddenly spinning. A few minutes later they both are standing in the middle of the desert..

"What the...?" Angel looks around seeing they are out in the middle of the desert again..the sun blazing down on them.

"What happened? Oh godz Alysia! It was a mirage!" Narisa starts to cry

"If that's so Nar, why are we still in these clothes?" Angel points to Narisa's genie type outfit.

Narisa stops crying: "oh..now what do we do?!"

"Ye come with me!!" a voice bellows behind them.

Angel and Narisa spin around to see one very ticked off Dellila sitting on

top of a horse.

Angel thinks:: Oh thanks pyramid people for dumping us here!
Dellila waves her hands and Angel and Narisa are encased in a strange

myst. Then suddenly they both are standing in a dark damn dungeon::

Dellia appears before them. Now dressed in solid black::"You won't escape

me this time little chit's..Ye are in MY keep now and nothing can penetrate these walls...I have just found out that that idiot Xandur got himself killed..and the Asry lost the damn war. Ye two will pay for ruining my plans!!!"

Inside Angel sighs with relief..and joy:: "What do ye plan on doing with

us Dellila?"

Dellila walks up closer to Angel and grins:: "Send ye both to hell bitch!"

with that she punches Angel , catching her jaw with her fist and knocking her to the ground. Narisa screams and Dellila turns, she puts out her arms and narisa vanishes.

"Narisa!" Angel yells trying to stand back up.

"Silence!!" Dellila punches Angel again knocking her against the wall. Angel glares and throws a punch of her own connecting with Dellila's mouth and then drawing blood. They both continue the fight, each getting in punches , then Dellila holds up her hands and shoots a blast of energy at Angel. Angel flies against the wall and is instantly knocked out.

Dellila seethes as she touches her bloody lip..the blood and wound

vanishing as she does so:: "This will be most pleasurable making ye two suffer"

With that she vanishes into another part of the keep::
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