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===================================================================== JUNE 1996. Edited by Patrick Feaster, September 1999. ===================================================================== To: Multiple recipients of list BlackDragon <[email protected]> Date: Sat, 1 Jun 1996 00:38:03 -0400 From: Dave Crampton <[email protected]> Subject: The fate of Sig of Magnitude >Date: Fri, 31 May 1996 00:09:38 -0400 >X-Sender: [email protected] >To: [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], > [email protected], [email protected] >From: Adam Pigeon <[email protected]> >Subject: The fate of Sig of Magnitude > >Here is the updated God-Sig <veg>. Enjoy it, love it, make love to it if >you're so inclined. Someone please post it to the BDI list. I miss all of >ya tons. I hope I see you on-line. May the Spam bless you all! > >-The Lonely Mun > >The sig starts. If war follows, so be it > > > >(This sig has been updated. Read through the whole thing cuz changes have >been made everywhere) > >(If you have read the whole thing and pass it on to 10 friends you will be >blessed with good luck.) > >This senseless piece of trash has been brought to you by: > >The letters "L" "S" and "D" and the numbers "6" and "9" > >and by the Children's Television Workshop and.. > > /\ |-\ /\ |\ /| > / \ | \ / \ | \/ | > /----\ | | /----\ | | > / \ | / / \ | | >/ \ |_/ / \ | | > >|--\ ----- /--\ |----- /--\ |\ | >| | | | | | | | \ | >|--/ | | ___ |--- | | | \| >| | | | | | | | | >| __|__ \__/ |_____ \__/ | | > >-Mun of the Many and Defender of the Sig!!!!!!!!!!!! > >-author of http://www.msu.edu/user/pigeonad/ > >(Please read this all the way to the end, this is far more than just a big >sig, it's a social commentary) > >With special support by: > >\ / /\ |\ | |-\ /\ | > \ / / \ | \ | | \ / \ | > \ / /----\ | \| | | /----\ | > \ / / \ | | | / / \ | > \/ / \ | | |_/ / \ |_____ >-Your average immortal Shaman/Mage/Warrior > >|-\ |---- ----- | | >| \ | | | | >| | |-- | |---| >| / | | | | >|_/ |____ | | | >-Psionicist/Babe magnet > >| / /\ |--\ |\ /| /\ |--\ | | |--\ |\ | >| / / \ | | | \/ | / \ | | | | | | | \ | >|/ /----\ |--/ | | /----\ |-- | | |--/ | \| >| \ / \ | \ | | / \ | | | | | \ | | >| \ / \ | \ | | / \ |--/ \___/ | \ | | >-" There came a big spider and sat down beside her " <eg> to Dave > | > | > | > | > | > | > _ ----- _ > .-- --. > / \ > .-- -- -- | | -- -- --. > .-~ / ~~ ~~ ~~ \ O O / ~~ ~~ ~~ \ ~-. >~ / _ - ~ ~-. .-~ ~ - _ \ ~-. > / /~ / ~ ----- ~ \ ~\ \ > / / / \ \ \ > / / \ \ > / / \ \ > / | | \ > | | > | / \ | > | / \ | > |/ \| > > /--\ /\ |\ | |---- | /--\ |\ | >| / \ | \ | | | | | | \ | >| ___ /----\ | \| |-- | | | | \| >| | / \ | | | | | | | | > \__/ / \ | | |____ |____ \__/ | | >-Angry Warrior > >| / |---- |\ | /--\ | / | / >| / | | \ | | | | / | / >|/ |-- | \| | | |/ |/ >| \ | | | | | | \ | \ >| \ |____ | | \__/ | \ | \ >-Elven Fighter/all-around nice guy > >----- | | ----- /\ \ / | | -- > | | | | / \ \ / | | | > | |---| | /----\ X | | -- > | | | | / \ / \ | | | >\__| | | ----- / \ / \ \__/ -- >-Now only a ghost, the evil high shadowmage/demi-god who not been in any >plots for too long > >|-- /\ |-\ |---- |\ | >| | / \ | \ | | \ | >|-- /----\ | | |-- | \| >| / \ | / | | | >| / \ |_/ |____ | | >-He's a Pookah! He's so cute! *hands everyone a dandelion* :) > >http://www.msu.edu/user/pigeonad/ > >***=New Quote >"As far as the laws of mathematics refer to reality, they are not certain; >and as far as they are certain, they do not refer to reality" >-Einstein >"Life is too serious to be taken seriously." >-Scott Lobdell >"Don't look back, someone might be gaining on you." >-Robin Williams >"I'm not mad! I'm crazy!!" >-Ren >"Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam, wonderful Spam! Oh, wonderful Spam!" >-Damn Heathen Vikings >"You can do it your own way, if it's done just how I say" >-Metallica >"Please go to my web page" >-Adam Pigeon >"You.. the shadow of me.. what I used to be.. I fade against the light >that's outside.. Me.. I know what you need.. because I can see.. I'm taking >over thoughts in your mind" >-Gravity Kills >"We're all gonna get spammed!" >-Some grunt in "Space: Above and beyond" >"Oh what fools these mortals be!" >-Puck >"Special Bulliten: There is still no news from New Zeeland, if they ever >have any we'll be sure to let you know." >-Max Headroom >"Do you want to make more money? Sure, we all do" >-Suzanne Sommers >"Let's dance" >-Johnny Cage >"I thought love was my best strength.. but instead it's my greatest weakness" >-Mahquas Wabanong AKA Vandal >"Your god is dead and no one cares.. if there's a hell I'll see you there" >-/\/ | \/\ >"Remember when we said we had no future? Well, this is it" >-Reg Blank >***"I've got a bad ****in headache" >-Lt. John McLain Die Hard III >***"Don't worry about it, I can save the Earth by myself!" >-Serena >***"Ya know if you keep up that kind of attitude you'll never get me in bed >with you" >-Rick Beckett, WGRD >"Good night.. God bless.. And don't forget to wear a rubber.. AHAH!!" >-Steven Tyler > >Hmmmm.... This is very scary. This sig should have ended by now... >If any of you out there know how to stop this sig from growing, please let >me know! It won't stop!! You must help! > >Don't forget to write to me at my home address: > >Adam Pigeon >P.O. Box 291 >Hopkins, MI 49328 >(616) 793-7769 >(If you're realy desperate and feel like calling, especially if it's for >phone sex, but then it depends on who's calling) > >EVERYONE PLEASE WRITE TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!! > >Spam > >The stories are still flowing, keep watching! More on Deth and KarmaBurn!!! >Stay tuned! >Don't touch that dial! >Brush your teeth! >Look both ways before crossing the street (even though I never do and have >had many near misses) >Never judge a book by it's cover! >Eat your greens! >Don't touch the red button! >McDonalds isn't just for kids anymore! >Do your Homework! >Don't do that or you'll go blind! >Complain about the sig and die! > >Keep watch for these upcoming stories: >The Affairs of Gods; Starring Jhiaxus. The shadowmage Jhiaxus has been >trying to get >ahold of Elise for a long time now. The reasons why are finally revealed >even as new >events in his soulless existence force him away from his goals. With >special guest stars >Ganelon and Vandal. > >...by it's Cover; Starring Vandal. Watch as Vandal fights to regain his >sense of order >even as he battles with Death herself to regain the mystic Book of Karm. >Includes special >guest stars Redeemer and Jhiaxus. > >Cursed Blessings; Starring Deth and Karma Burn. Deth has been captured by >his old >allies. Can he escape with both his sanity and his life? Old friends and >enemies from >Deth's past rise up to haunt him as he tries to find an ally in this lonely >multiverse. > >Tales of The Seilwood; Starring Kenokk. As Kenokk and Trici travel back to The >Seilwood, their homeland, he tells stories about their land's great past. > >Divided Loyalties; Starring Chal`Rakk. Chal`Rakk has spent a little too >much time >with Jhiaxus. When he returns to Earth how well will he work with Vandal? Will >Tripnotek Inc. collapse? Special guest stars Vandal, Jhiaxus, Tlorac, and >Karma Burn > >Memoirs of an Immortal; Starring Vandal. This story is a recap of many >events that >have happened in BDI for the past few months from Vandal's point of view. >Included will >be Vandal's first meeting with Skylar and Durak's abduction of Jahruna. > >Operation: Deth Strike; Starring Deth. Deth's criminal past becomes quite a >hindrance >as the FBI, the CIA, the MI6, the KGB, the Canadian Secret Service, and >INTERPOL all team up to capture Public Enemy #1: Derrik Stevenson. > >And have your pc's start asking Yuri about "The Deth Files", maybe she'll >find it in her heart to divulge some special information about everyone's >favorite leather-clad telepath. > >This has been a test of the sig broadcast system, had this been an normal >sig, you would have been done reading 28.78335 minutes ago. We now return >you to your regularly scheduled e-mail. > >*BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE >EEEEEEEEP* > >This sig has now been expanding for WAY to many days now with no clear end >in sight. If I get any complaints, that's just tough tamalés, bub. You >almost never get e-mail from me any more so deal with it boogerheads. > >RAMBLINGS OF A BORED AND LONELY MUN: > >Now on to another subject, Sailor Moon. Sailor Moon is one of the absolutely >cheesiest shows known to man. What exactly forces a person to watch it? I >have witnessed first-hand the power of this type of cheese. It is very >addictive, even dangerously so. Curiosity caused me to watch one episode. >Now much like any other drug, the first "free sample" has caused a dangerous >addiction. An addiction which may yet ruin me. So far I have been lucky. >This addiction has not enhanced farther than watching the show on a daily >basis for the past 3 weeks. I fear, though, that soon other symptoms may >occour. I'm worried about the possible appearance of Sailor Moon stickers >and figurines. I have witnessed symptoms appear in Kirsy and I realize how >much I do NOT want to become like that. If this happens I may have to kill >myself and this will be my suicide letter Someday I may be lucky and >something will save me from this horrible fate, until that time, I can only >hope to stave off this evil invasion of my mind. Pray for me my friends, >that I may not fall like so many others have. Perhaps one day a cure may be >found that can save people even in the advanced addiction stages, such as >poor dear Kirsy. With hope, our scientists will save us. Until that >glorious day, may we not fall prey to the evils of the moon. > >Now on to another subject, Ramu's BDI spelling bee. Why can't we have it? I >really want it! It would rock all over the place! It's the only good idea >Ramu's ever had so we should do it! > >Now on to another subject, Babylon 5. I need to watch it more, I'm losing >track! Where did they get Babylon 4 from? Howcum the old captain is back? >Why are there people who don't like it? I think everyone should watch >Babylon 5 on a daily basis. > >Now on to another subject, Rock/alternative music. It rules, that's all >there is to it. All you losers who like country just blow. > >Now on to another subject, this is line #254 in the sig of the gods. > >Now on to another subject, Spam. Isn't Spam just the phunkiest stuff you've >ever seen? It just rocks. That's all I have to say about that. > >Now on to another subject, lonliness. As of 5/30/96 I have recieved only >one letter. That's right, only *ONE* letter. Only one person has taken the >time out of their special busy on-line lives to write to me and try to help >me out of my boredom (Thank you Syl, it really means a lot to me). You >wouldn't believe how little there is to do in this worthless little farm >town. And right now my car is dead, so until it gets fixed I can't go >anywhere. That means I'm completely trapped in Hicksville USA with >absolutely NOTHING to do. Just take a little bit of time out of your day to >write to me, or even call, until I get a job, I'm home all day long. It may >cost a lot to call cross-country, but if you truly missed me you'd try to >communicate with me SOMEHOW. > >Now on to another subject, girlfriends. I don't have one. Anyone out there >in Western Michigan interested in going out with a cute, funny, spammy 18 >year old 1/2 Native American? Give me a call! If you wanna see a pic of me >go to http://www.msu.edu/user/pigeonad/bio.htm > >Now on to another subject, women. Now you're saying, "Isn't that what you >just talked about?" But no. This is something else entirely. In my >experience, I've found that a majority of women have certain mental traits >that cause abnormalities. In other words, they're nuts. Now I'm not saying >this is a bad thing, in fact I like it, this is just something I noticed, >all the women I've ever met are crazy in some way or another. But that's >pretty cool, I think. Sometimes I think if guys were crazy the same way >women were crazy, there would be less problems in the world, although you >never know, a war could start because 2 world leaders were fighting over the >same dress at The Gap. > >Now on to another subject, Spam. Wait a minute, I already did this one. Oh >well, you can never have too much Spam! > > =========================================================================== > =========================================================================== > > "|| ,ooooooooo, oooooooooo, , oooooooooo oooooooooo _ > || ,o:::::::::o, `o:::,o,::o, ,o, `o,:::::o' `o::::::o' (R) > || o::oooooo,::o, o:::o o,::o ,o:o, `o::::::o, ,o:::::o > || o:::o, `o:::o o:::o o::o ,o:::o, o:::oo,:o, ,o:oo:::o > || `oo::oo, `o::o o:::o o'::o ,o:,o,:o, o:::o`o,:o,,o:o'o:::o > || `oo::oo,`oo' o:::oo'::o' ,o:,o o,:o, o:::o `o,:oo:o' o:::o > || `oo::oo, o:::,oooo' ,o:,o o,:o, o:::o `o,::o' o:::o > || ,o, `o:::o, o:::o ,o:,ooooooo,:o, o:::o `ooo' o:::o > || o:o, ,o::::oo o:::o ,o:,o' `o,:o,,o:::o o:::o > || o::oooo:::::`o o:::o ,o:,o' ,o::oo':::o, o:::o > || o:::::::::::o',o:::o, ,o::o, ,o,::::::::`o, ,o,::o, > || `ooooooooooo' ooooooo oooooo oooooooooooooo oooooooo > || > || Ingredients: Pork and Ham, Chicken, /ccc\/ccccc\/cccc\ > || Water, Salt, Sugar, Sodium, Phos- /c0c/c\cc0c/c\c0cc/\ > || phates, Potassium Chloride, /\cc/ccc\cc/ccc\cc/cc\ Serving > || Sodium Ascorbate, /cc\/cc0cc\/cc0cc\/c0cc\Suggestion > || Sodium Nitrite. /c0c/\ccccc/\ccccc/\cccc/\ > >Now on to another subject, poetry. Poetry can be fun, but in my experience >I've found poetry has been used mostly for sappy gook. Now I know there's >several muns out there who write a lot of poetry, and what I've seen is >pretty good (like Syl and Ash), so I'm not complaining about you, but most >of the poetry I've ever read bites. >Here's some good poetry: > Dr. Seuss meets Pulp Fiction > > I would not eat Royale with Cheese, > So do not even ask me, please. > I won't eat fries with mayonnaise, > I would not touch them anyways. > I would not drink five-dollar shake, > 'Cause it gives me tummy-ache. > If I snort some uncut smack, > Blood and mucous I will yak. > "Why don't you eat pork?" you whine, > It's just 'cause I don't dig on swine. > Would you could you with a shrimp? > Would you could you with the Gimp? > I would not do so, but instead, > I think I'll blow off Marvin's head. > >If Dr. Seuss wrote for Star Trek: the Next Generation... >By Dave Fuller >Picard: Sigma Indri, that's the star, > So, Data, please, how far? How far? >Data: Our ship can get there very fast > But still the trip will last and last > We'll have two days til we arrive > But can the Indrans there survive? >Picard: LaForge, please give us factor nine. >LaForge: But, sir, the engines are offline! >Picard: Offline! But why? I want to go! > Please make it so, please make it so! >Riker: But sir, if Geordi says we can't, > We can't, we mustn't, and we shan't, > The danger here is far too great! >Picard: But surely we must not be late! >Troi: I'm sensing anger and great ire. >Computer: Alert! Alert! The ship's on fire! >Picard: The ship's on fire? How could this be? > Who lit the fire? >Riker: Not me. >Worf: Not me. >Picard: Computer, how long til we die? >Computer: Eight minutes left to say goodbye. >Data: May I suggest a course to take? > We could, I think, quite safely make > Extinguishers from tractor beams > And stop the fire, or so it seems... >Geordi: Hurray! Hurray! You've saved the day! > Again I say, Hurray! Hurray! >Picard: Mr. Data, thank you much. > You've saved our lives, our ship, and such. >Troi: We still must save the Indran planet -- >Data: Which (by the way) is made of granite... >Picard: Enough, you android. Please desist. > We understand -- we get your gist. > But can we get our ship to go? > Please, make it so, PLEASE make it so. >Geordi: There's sabotage among the wires > And that's what started all the fires. >Riker: We have a saboteur? Oh, no! > We need to go! We need to go! >Troi: We must seek out the traitor spy > And lock him up and ask him why? >Worf: Ask him why? How sentimental. > I say give him problems dental. >Troi: Are any Romulan ships around? > Have scanners said that they've been found? > Or is it Borg or some new threat > We haven't even heard of yet? > I sense no malice in this crew > Now what are we supposed to do? >Crusher: Captain, please, the Indrans need us. > They cry out, "Help us, clothe us, feed us!" > I can't just sit and let them die! > A doctor MUST attempt -- MUST try! >Picard: Doctor, please, we'll get there soon. >Crusher: They may be dead by Tuesday noon. >*COMMERCIAL BREAK, COMMERCIAL BREAK HOW LONG WILL THESE DUMB ADS TAKE?* >Worf: The saboteur is in the brig. > He's very strong and very big. > I had my phaser set on stun -- > A zzzip! A zzzap! Another one! > He would not budge, he would not fall, > He would not stun, no, not at all! > He changed into a stranger form > All soft and purple, round and warm. >Picard: Did you see this, Mr. Worf? > Did you see this creature morph? >Worf: I did and then I beat him fairly. > Hit him on the jaw -- quite squarely. >Riker: My commendations, Klingon friend! > Our troubles now are at an end! >Crusher: Now let's get our ship to fly > And orbit yonder Indran sky! >Picard: LaForge, please tell me we can go...? >Geordi: Yes, sir, we can. >Picard: Then make it so! > >Now on to another subject, comic books. I know there are quite a few of you >out there who collect, like me. We all need to get together and talk for a >while someday when I'm on-line again. > >Now on to another subject, the weather. The weather in Michigan totally >sux. We can't seem to get a consistant warm streak. It's always cold cold >cold. It's summer for cryin out loud! Where is the heat?!? > >Now on to another subject, this sig. Is this truly a sig file anymore if it >contains more comment than the letter? That's something to wonder about. >This sig has everything I think about. It is my true heart and soul. No it >isn't. But it's pretty close. <g> > >Now on to another subject, 94.5 WKLQ. This station just rocks over ANY >other radio station. "ON YOUR KNEES METALLI-FREAKS! It's time for manditory >Metallica on the real rock revolution, 94.5 KLQ!" That's all I need to say >right there. Metallica rules and KLQ plays them constantly >:) The new >Metallica comes out on Tuesday! Rejoice!!! > >Now on to another subject, I doubt Dave has mentioned it yet, but I wanna >tell all of you about 2 new experimental data strage processes. First is >the Spud drive. Made of potatoes, each potato can hold 1 bit of >information. When a bunch of potatoes are linked together, it increases >storage capacity. The second method is the highly experimental Spam drive. >Simply plug a can of Spam into the computer and allow it to save onto it. A >can of Spam has infinite data storage capacity. Spam has a shelf life of >eternity and a day so it will never wear out. The only drawback to a Spam >drive is that all information entered into it is immediately scrambled and >lost forever. > >Now on to another subject, breath mints. These little things rock. > > oooo$$$$$$$$$$$$oooo > oo$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$o > oo$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$o o$ $$ o$ > o $ oo o$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$o $$ $$ $$o$ > oo $ $ "$ o$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$o $$$o$$o$ > "$$$$$$o$ o$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$o $$$$$$$$ > $$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ > $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$ """$$$ > "$$$""""$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ "$$$ > $$$ o$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ "$$$o > o$$" $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$o > $$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$" "$$$$$$ooooo$$$$o > o$$$oooo$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ o$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ > $$$$$$$$"$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$"""""""" > """" $$$$ "$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$" o$$$ > "$$$o """$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$"$$" $$$ > $$$o "$$""$$$$$$"""" o$$$ > $$$$o o$$$" > "$$$$o o$$$$$$o"$$$$o o$$$$ > "$$$$$oo ""$$$$o$$$$$o o$$$$"" > ""$$$$$oooo "$$$o$$$$$$$$$""" > ""$$$$$$$oo $$$$$$$$$$ > """"$$$$$$$$$$$ > $$$$$$$$$$$$ > $$$$$$$$$$" > "$$$"""" > >Now on to another subject, anime. I love anime (I suspect it may have >contributed to this godawful Sailor Moon addiction). Anyway, if anyone >wants to mail me videotapes of their favorite anime I won't complain (but no >Sailor Moon please). > >Now on to another subject, the national (United States I mean for all you >foreign boogerheads) debt. This just plain sux. Who's gonna pay for it? I >sure don't want to. :/ > >Now on to another subject, M:TG. I love to play Magic: The Gathering. I >think it's a lot of fun. Unfortunately, there's nobody to play it with out >here, so if there's anyone from West Michigan on the list who plays M:TG >please call or write to me if I could PLEASE join in. It get awfully boring >and lonely out here (have I mentioned that before?). > >Now on to another subject, the $2 bill. I like $2 bills. They're pretty >cool. Why were they ever discontinued? > >Now on to another subject, losers who don't send in registration cards to go >to GenCon. I won't name any names(*AHEMDAVEAHEM*), but don't you just hate >it when people don't send in the registration cards after they say they >will? I sure do. I think losers like that should be flogged. > >Now on to another subject, .wav files. I just love to send and recieve >them. I still have a ton to send out. I also have maxpack.zip to send to >out. 2.37 MB from the best show to ever be on TV, Max Headroom!!! > >Now on to another subject, Liv Tyler. Total babe, SCHWING! Pretty hot, eh? >hinthintwinkwinknudgenudgesaynomoresaynomore. > >Now on to another subject, Star Trek. Why do I love it so much? It's gotta >be one of the cheesiest shows out there, actually. Oh yeah! I'm addicted >to cheese! That's Why! > >Now on to another subject, Mountain Dew. Let's hear it for caffeine! 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How does anyone have >the patience to draw something like that? I could never handle doing that. >I'd go nuts. Well, more nuts than I already am and that's a lot! > >Now on to another subject, the insanity of forwarded e-mails. I think it's >pretty nuts the kind of things that people forward to you. I've noticed >most of the humor sent out is rather sick. Is it some innate human thing to >be drawn towards humor that is of poor taste? Not that I'm complaining mind >you, just another thought. > >Now on to another subject, video games. I love video games. I spend a lot >of money on video games whenever I can. Whether for pc or in the arcade, I >can't seem to get enough. Is this an addiction? If it is it's the best one >I've ever seen! > >Now on to another subject, all these subjects. Many of you may think that >it would take a long time to think of all these ideas but that isn't so. >This is the way I talk and have conversations in real life. My thoughts are >so scattered that I come up with a ton of random subjects. This also >explains my really bad memory. I can't seem to remember anything told to me >even a few minutes previous unless I try to remember to think if I needed to >do something, such as if I wasn't writing this right now I would have >forgotten that my mom told me to clean the bathroom tonight. *Gets up to do >this and clear his head for a while* *Jeopardy theme plays* ok, I'm back. >Did you miss me? Please say yes or my feelings will be really hurt. say >something. PLEASE!!! *sniffle* I can't ear you. That must mean that you >don't care. Wait a minute. There isn't a way to hear you on this. If any >of you do care please e-mail to me that you care. :) > >Now on to another subject, too many subjects. This mun has rambled enough. >If you want more rambling you'll have to communicate with me somehow. > >Here's a rose :) I didn't draw it, but it's still cool > > . . > ... :``..': > : ````.' :''::' > ..:.. : .'' : > ``. `: .' : > : : : : > : : : : > : : : : > : : :..''''``::. > : ...:..' .'' > .' .' .::::' > :..'''``::::::: > ' `:::: > `::. > `:: > :::. > ..:.:.::'`. ::'`. . : : . > ..' `:.: :: :' .: > .: .:``::: : .: :: > .: ..'' :::.' :': : > : .'' .:: : : ' > : .'`:: > :: > > >Line #560!!! This isn't a sig! It's a book!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! > >More sig to come! MWUAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!! > > > -- 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 http://www.msu.edu/user/crampto3/ Date: Sat, 1 Jun 1996 00:38:36 -0400 From: Dave Crampton <[email protected]> Subject: The Coming Storm Part 3 - Jhiaxus >Date: Fri, 31 May 1996 00:10:01 -0400 >X-Sender: [email protected] >To: [email protected] >From: Adam Pigeon <[email protected]> >Subject: The Coming Storm Part 3 - Jhiaxus > >Please put this on the list, Dave. This is the prelude to "Affairs of Gods", >starring Jhiaxus > >Jhiaxus watches the child Elise playing in the field. >"She is unguarded, now is the best time." >Jhiaxus starts to step into the field when he feels something inside, >something in the shadowrealms is there, and it is not good for him. >"No... not now..." >Jhiaxus drops into the shadows, leaving the child to her own pleasures as he >transports himself to the shadowrealms. >As he reappears in his formless world he sees Chal`Rakk standing alone, his >Armani suit torn and his Italian leather breifcase scratched up. >"What do you want with me, demon?" asks Jhiaxus >"Vandal has sent me to convey a message, The Storm is coming" Chal`Rakk >replies calmly >Jhiaxus's face goes ashen and he turns away. Suddenly Jhiaxus disappears >and a large ruby appears in his place. ~::Bring this to Vandal, he knows >what it is, this is the best I can offer to him::~ >Chal`Rakk takes the ruby and puts it in his breifcase as the d-slip >generator kicks in and tears him back to earth. > > > -- 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 http://www.msu.edu/user/crampto3/ Date: Sat, 1 Jun 1996 00:38:39 -0400 From: Dave Crampton <[email protected]> Subject: Life and Deth chapter 4 - Robots Assassins and Babes, Oh My! >Date: Fri, 31 May 1996 00:10:48 -0400 >X-Sender: [email protected] >To: crampto3 >From: Adam Pigeon <[email protected]> >Subject: Life and Deth chapter 4 - Robots Assassins and Babes, Oh My! > >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 >"We see you laugh, We see you dance, We take that away, Every day... ...Bow down >to live your life" -Soundgarden "Head Down" >"No I won't back down, You can stand me up at the gates of Hell but I won't back >down" -Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers "I Won't Back Down" > Deth let out a savage battle cry as his wakazashi severed the assassin's head, >spattering blood across the room and all over himself. The red dots >everywhere seemed to >help rather than harm the look of the sleazy motel. Deth was breathing >heavy. Although >the fight had only lasted a few minutes, Deth was far more tired than >normal. Being on >the run for weeks was starting to take it's toll. "Heh. Karma Burn needs >to send better >assassins then that if he wants me dead so bad," Deth chuckled to himself. >"I could sense >him coming over a mile away. He wasn't even cloaked telepathically. It was >very poorly >planned. Like a.. diversion...." Deth suddenly drops to the floor, but a >split second too >late as a bullet slams into his arm. Deth tries desperately to mind-scan >the surrounding >area to find the sniper but can't feel anyone. "This isn't right," Deth >mutters to himself, "I >should be able to tell if there's at least a cloaked mind out there, but >there's nothing" He >looks at the shattered window and then to the door, trying to formulate an >escape plan. >Deth looks down at his gloved hand and remembers something he was so >rescently taught >and curses himself for not thinking of it sooner. He quickly crawls forward >and enters a >shadow, exiting the normal world. He looks around, the world about him >looking so >normal, yet darkened and insubstantial. He walks straight through the wall >and in the >direction of the sniper fire, while working the bullet out of his arm >telekineticly. He walks >into the shadow form of the road, seeing cars drive along it and passing >through him, he >looks up at the building across the street, an open window 3 floors up >seeming to beckon >to him. He quickly flies up to the window and looks inside. There he sees >why he felt no >mind. A large robot stands in front of the window, although his form is >obscured, like all >things from the real world are, there is no mistaking it. The bulky metal >body with many >guns poking out of it, a seething machination of death, ready to blow him to >pieces. Deth >walks right through the bot and tries to examine it from the shadows. "Now >how am I >gonna trash this pile of junk?" he thought to himself. Deth let his >instinct cut loose instead >of planning his next action, leaping out of the shadows at the robot from >behind, tearing at >what he hoped was the sensors with his sword. The sound of metal tearing >and glass >breaking let him know he was successful as the robot fell to the floor with >a resounding >crash. As Deth surveyed his handiwork with a chuckle he saw a piece of >paper taped to >the robot's back. "Derrik, since you're reading this, you're obviously not >dead. I'm proud >of you my childe, you still haven't lost your fire, even though you have... >misplaced... your >dark gift and dark talent. The blessing I have given you is still strong >inside of you and >you use it well. We still want you to live, Derrik. All you have to do is >repent your >misdeeds and complete your mission and we will allow you to continue living >your life. I >don't care what kind of feelings you may have developed for that >rune-covered freak. You >know in your heart that you have to do this, I just hope you don't wait >until after you're >dead to realize it. Your sire and your god, Karma Burn" Deth shudders as >he reads the >note, and burns it away as soon as he finishes reading it. "I've got to >find someplace to get >away for a while, obviously I'm not safe here. > After several days of telekinetic flight, invisible even to those with the >sharpest >senses and the strongest psi-sensitivity, Deth finally lands outside of the >#Redfang bar. "I >know the portal in this damn door is alive and sentient, " he thinks to >himself, "It doesn't >seem to want to send me to Arangoth lately, but maybe I can talk to it and >get it to send >me somewhere else. Until those lamer techies at TASER get the TINex Core >rebuilt, I >can't cross over into any other dimensions. Maybe I can get it to send me >somewhere else >for now." Deth opens the door and steps inside. Instead of the being empty >as usual, he >finds that there is someone inside. A rather striking young woman with long >black hair and >a tight fitting black dress turns around and looks up at him as he enters. >Deth glances >around quickly to see if Jake or Ragnarok are around, but seeing neither, >becomes rather >suspicious and reaches inside his jacket and grabs onto the cool feeling >handle of his .45. > "I was beginning to think that this place was abandoned," the woman says, >"Hi, my >name's Angelique Fergueson, and you are...?" > "Thomas... Thomas Sanders," Deth lied, not trusting the woman one bit. > "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. > Deth sends out a very gentle mind probe and not finding any resistance or >direct >hostility he relaxes a little and sits down across from her. "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." > "Maybe it was fate." Deth gives one of his charming rebel grins and >telepathically >heightens her endorphin levels while placing in her mind a sense of trust >for him. "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, in >a perfect handwriting imitation, "Put this on my tab, Raist" > "Thank you very much, Tommy," she says softly as they walk out, dangerously >close to one another. > >To be continued in Chapter 5: Fever Dream > > > -- 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 http://www.msu.edu/user/crampto3/ Date: Sat, 1 Jun 1996 00:38:47 -0400 From: Dave Crampton <[email protected]> Subject: Life and Deth chapter 5 - Fever Dream >Date: Fri, 31 May 1996 00:10:56 -0400 >X-Sender: [email protected] >To: crampto3 >From: Adam Pigeon <[email protected]> >Subject: Life and Deth chapter 5 - Fever Dream > >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 >"Gotta finish so I can awake" -Alice in Chains "Nothin' Song" >"Sweet dreams are made of this, who am I to disagree?... ...Some of them wanna >abuse you, some of them wanna be abused" -Marilyn Manson "Sweet Dreams" > Deth stumbled through the dark alley, crashing into walls and tripping over >garbage. His eyes couldn't make anything out but a large blur. He could >feel his blood >burning in his veins. The scratches on his back had healed already, why >couldn't he >telekineticly detoxify himself like usual? It all happened so fast. Deth >tried desperately to >piece it together. The memories came back in flashes... the assassin, the >robot, #Redfang, >Angelique, the nightclub, the motel, the tattoo, her claws, her broken body >lying in a pool >of blood on the floor, running away. Where was he? Need to get help. >Light fading. >Succumb to the dark. Strive for the light. No longer gray. Dark only. >Light only. Earth. >Sky. Death. Life. Awake. Asleep. Body. Mind. Soul............ > > Deth awakes in a grassy meadow, the pain that had been wracking his body for >weeks was gone. He looks around and finds himself in perfect serenity. He >has no >clothing, no earthly possessions, he is simply one with the world around >him. He feels his >body flow into canine form as he runs free in the fields, liberated from the >horrible tumult >of his existence Freed from all pains, all thoughts, all emotions save that >of perfect >serenity and harmony. For once in his miserable existence, Derrik is truly >alive. He sees >an image of Ksuanidra, beckoning for him to come. She speaks. "Hello >Derrik, I see your >heart still holds some purity and that the power I gave you still exists >inside your soul." >Bloodfang ((for those of you who don't know, Bloodfang is Deth's canine >form)) runs >toward the image, trying to pull towards the true peace and unity he always >dreamed for. >Shadows form. Clouds approach. The storm gathers. The image of Ksuanidra >disappears >and Bloodfang is painfully forced back into homid form. The world around >him changes. >He is fully clothed again, all his weapons at his side. He looks around. >He has returned to >the Negaverse. Deth prepares himself as he sees the Youma army advance >quickly upon >him once again. An image of Zoisite appears in front of the army. "Welcome >back Deth. >I knew that the darkness within your soul would kindle the negaforce left in >you into a >roaring flame. Now allow it to grow. Become one with us and we shall bring >you to >glory like you have never seen!" Deth takes a hesitant step forward, his >mind reeling. The >world shatters. Only the void exists. Deth sees to the right a golden >apple, to the left a >sword burning with black flame. Embrace the dark. Embrace the light. >Become the gray. >Annihilation. Unity. Power. Peace. Choose. Choose. Me. Me. Succumb. >Join. >"Follow the shadow" a voice says behind him. Deth turns and sees a >translucent image of >Kasumi floating behind him. "Follow the light" says another voice. Deth >turns again and >sees Ksuanidra. "Follow the Children" says Angelique's voice. "Follow >Gaia" Deth sees >Tarma to another side. "Follow me. Follow the Negaverse" Zoisite's voice >says to a fifth >side. "Choose your path" all 5 women say in unity, "You must choose one of >us and stop >following the others. Choose only one or be destroyed by all. We will not >be kept >waiting! CHOOSE!" Deth makes hesitant movements to each of the paths, but >stops >before touching each. "You have made your decision. You shall be nothing. >You will be >one with limbo. Farewell Derrik." The images fade and Deth is left alone >in the dark. > Light. Piercing. Burning. Eyes slowly open. Deth is in a clean white room. >Noise is heard outside. Deth looks around. A hospital. The rhythmic >beeping from the >machine beside him lets him know he's still alive. "It's about time you >woke up. We were >beginning to worry about you, Deth, " says a familiar voice. He looks to >his side and sees >Felina standing next to him. No. Not a hospital. A home. Deth looks and >sees Taeylea >standing beside his bed. "Hurry, choose the light" she says. Deth blinks. >The room >changes again. A dark chamber. Deth sees Zoisite beside him. "It's not >too late, you can >still choose the Negaverse. You can still have me. We both know I am what >you truly >desire." She bends over Deth's still form and kisses him passionately. >Deth's body fills >with pleasure and desire. With a longing to become one with the Negaverse >once again. >((zoi5.wav and tick5.wav apply here)) The room flows and changes again and >Deth finds >he's kissing Kasumi inside his old apartment. "Please, you have to choose >the way of the >shadow. If you don't we'll lose each other forever." She traces a finger >along Deth's bare >chest up to his jaw where she caresses his cheek. The room changes again. >Tarma pulls >her hand slowly from Deth's cheek. "I know you have just started to realize >your >potential, but you must choose to follow Gaia before it is too late. Hasn't >anything that >has ever happened between us mattered to you? Do you truly love me?" The room >changes again into the Blackdragon Inn. Deth looks around and sees all his >old fiends >laughing and joking with each other. "Come Deth!" says Kaejo, "Join us! >We've found >the true way! The Children have shown us how! Join us! Make merry!" >Karma Burn >steps from behind the bar. "Yes Deth. Please, sit and join us for a drink. >I know you >want to stay with us. You know it too. Nobody need know what has happened >in your >past. Just come back to us and all will be happy again." The room fades >away and Deth >finds himself in a small forest clearing. Ksuanidra is standing across the >clearing. "Come >Deth. Remember the peace and serenity you felt before? It can be yours >again. But you >must follow the path of the light. I know you have it in you." "Choose >your path" all the >voices say in unity, "You must choose one of us and stop following the >others. Choose >only one or be destroyed by all. We will not be kept waiting! CHOOSE!" >Deth makes >hesitant movements to each of the paths, but stops before touching each. >"You have made >your decision. You shall be nothing. You will be one with limbo. Farewell >Derrik." The >images fade and Deth is left alone in the dark. > The pain has returned. He must be awake. Deth groggily glances around and >sees >that he is lying in a heap of garbage in a dark alley. He can still feel >the fire in his veins. >He needs to get out. To get healed. Needs to get to Arangoth. Deth pulls >himself up and >stumbles back towards #Redfang. > >To be concluded in chapter 6 - All Fall Away > >Ramblings from an insane and lonely mun. >Ok, I hope all of you are enjoying the story so far. If any of you don't >like the story (in >which case my feelings would be very hurt) or you have story ideas send hate >e-mail to >Dave and he'll be sure to let me know about it or send happy snail-mail to me. > > > -- 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 http://www.msu.edu/user/crampto3/ Date: Sat, 1 Jun 1996 00:38:55 -0400 From: Dave Crampton <[email protected]> Subject: Life and Deth chapter 6 - All Fall Away >Date: Fri, 31 May 1996 00:11:05 -0400 >X-Sender: [email protected] >To: crampto3 >From: Adam Pigeon <[email protected]> >Subject: Life and Deth chapter 6 - All Fall Away > >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 >"And we're all dead, yeah we're all dead, inside the future of a shattered >past" -The >Smashing Pumpkins "Tales of a Scorched Earth" >"He'll come back and knock you down" -Foo Fighters "I'll Stick around" > Deth bursts through the door of the still empty #Redfang Bar. His blood is >on fire. >Angelique's poison still runs through his veins. His thoughts come in only >short bursts. >Psionics are becoming harder to use. Deth looks back to the door. ~::Take >me back to >Arangoth::~ he barely puts out the telepathic message, hoping the portal's >sentient mind is >able to hear him. Deth steps back out the doorway and is instantly in >another place. He >looks around. He has indeed returned to Arangoth. "Have to find a healer >to stop this >poison," Deth quietly mutters as he stumbles down the narrow road. Which >way is the >Inn? It's so hard to remember. The blurriness is coming back. Deth's >sense of direction is >faded. "There's always healers in BDI, I need to hurry." Deth walks for >several hours and >soon sees something that makes his heart drop. The portal is now in front >of him. He has >wandered in a huge circle. > "Are you old right sonny?" an voice says behind Deth. He wheels around and >sees >a kind-looking old farmer standing behind him with a large smile on his face. > "Yes you can. You can feed me," Deth quietly says. > "Why sure. I don't mind at all." The farmer turns and takes a few steps. >"Follow >me sonny, I'll get you a nice meal." > "Yes you will, I'm sure." Deth then grabs the farmer by the head and they >are both >engulfed in a blue light. When the light fades Deth drops the charred >skeleton of the old >man to the ground. Deth looks around. His vision is less blurry but the >poison still burns >in his blood. He must hurry. The old farmer's life force won't sustain him >for long. Deth >finally reaches BDI. He enters the door but the room is completely empty, >except for one >person... Karma Burn. "Welcome Derrik. I've been waiting for you. The >portal told me >you arrived here several hours ago. What took you so long? It doesn't >matter. It's time >for you to go home my childe. Your family has been kept waiting for too >long. You >know we need you." > "Never." Deth spits in Karma Burn's face. > "I give you the option of both living and being happy and you turn it down? >That >is truly sad." > "Not as sad as you. I'm never going to follow you again." > "Well that's too bad. You're coming anyway." Karma Burn motions and Deth is >hit in the head from behind by a large blunt option and Deth silently curses >as the world >collapses around him. "You will learn the true meaning of pain. Farewell >my dear childe. >Your friends have forsaken you, as now have I." These are the last words he >hears as he >slips into oblivion. > >-End > > > >Keep watch for these upcoming stories: >The Affairs of Gods; Starring Jhiaxus. The shadowmage Jhiaxus has been >trying to get >ahold of Elise for a long time now. The reasons why are finally revealed >even as new >events in his soulless existence force him away from his goals. With >special guest stars >Ganelon and Vandal. >...by it's Cover; Starring Vandal. Watch as Vandal fights to regain his >sense of order >even as he battles with Death herself to regain the mystic Book of Karm. >Includes special >guest stars Redeemer and Jhiaxus. >Cursed Blessings; Starring Deth and Karma Burn. Deth has been captured by >his old >allies. Can he escape with both his sanity and his life? Old friends and >enemies from >Deth's past rise up to haunt him as he tries to find an ally in this lonely >multiverse. >Tales of The Seilwood; Starring Kenokk. As Kenokk and Trici travel back to The >Seilwood, their homeland, he tells stories about their land's great past. >Divided Loyalties; Starring Chal`Rakk. Chal`Rakk has spent a little too >much time >with Jhiaxus. When he returns to Earth how well will he work with Vandal? Will >Tripnotek Inc. collapse? Special guest stars Vandal, Jhiaxus, Tlorac, and >Karma Burn >Memoirs of an Immortal; Starring Vandal. This story is a recap of many >events that >have happened in BDI for the past few months from Vandal's point of view. >Included will >be Vandal's first meeting with Skylar and Durak's abduction of Jahruna. >Operation: Deth Strike; Starring Deth. Deth's criminal past becomes quite a >hindrance >as the FBI, the CIA, the MI6, the Canadian Secret Service, and INTERPOL all >team up to >capture Public Enemy #1: Derrik Stevenson. > > > -- 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 http://www.msu.edu/user/crampto3/ Date: Sat, 1 Jun 1996 00:43:10 -0400 From: Dave Crampton <[email protected]> Subject: Preparations >Date: Sat, 1 Jun 1996 00:07:09 -0400 >X-Sender: [email protected] >To: crampto3 >From: Adam Pigeon <[email protected]> >Subject: Preparations > >((ooc: this story takes place after both "Affairs of Gods" and "..by it's >cover")) > >Vandal stood on the small, railed platform, his vr goggles and gloves >standing in sharp contrast to his clothing, only a loincloth. "Keep watch, >Shatterstorm. He's around. Alert either me or PowerSurge the moment you >see him." > >Something was definitely wrong with cyberspace. That much Vandal knew. As >he removed his vr goggles, unplugging them from the small jack behind his >ear, he looks down at his bladed, leather, wire covered gloves. He clicks >the razor-sharp blades together and sparks fly off in all directions. Rian >was back, that much was for certain. The fire told him that. Rian had to >be out in cyberspace somewhere. Vandal removes the gloves and tucks them >away. He looks down at the onyx shard pendant on his chest. "He's got a >big surprise coming, hasn't he?" > >Vandal looks at the ruby floating to his left and then to the diamond >floating at his right. "We have to stop him. He may try to assist the >storm. Remember the way of order. That is why we are here." > >Vandal produces a large ancient looking book and lays it out in front of >him. "Perhaps The wisdom of Karm will assist us." Vandal then falls into a >state of deep meditation. > > > > -- 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 http://www.msu.edu/user/crampto3/ Date: Sat, 1 Jun 1996 00:43:15 -0400 From: Dave Crampton <[email protected]> Subject: Greetings from limbo, wish you were here >Date: Sat, 1 Jun 1996 00:07:16 -0400 >X-Sender: [email protected] >To: crampto3 >From: Adam Pigeon <[email protected]> >Subject: Greetings from limbo, wish you were here > >((ooc: as something to add since I'm coming on-line tonight I quick wrote >this up. It comes between "Life and Deth" and "Cursed Blessings" in the >Deth Trilogy)) > >It felt kinda like floating. Deth looks around and doesn't really see >anything, it's pretty dark. What just happened? He was just talking to >Karma Burn in BDI... got hit in the head.. and now here... Don't feel the >poison anymore, could be a dream. But it's too real to be a dream. What's >going on? Images flash in front of his eyes. Women mostly. A few scenes >from his childhood. A few high-level assassinations. "Hmm.. maybe I'm >dead.. this doesn't feel like the last time.." Deth looks around, there >really isn't much here. "Well.. now what?" Suddenly a light flashes and >pain surges through his body........ > >Keep watch for "Cursed Blessings" coming soon to an e-mail near you! >(This sig has been updated. Read through the whole thing cuz changes have >been made everywhere) > >(If you have read the whole thing and pass it on to 10 friends you will be >blessed with good luck.) > >This senseless piece of trash has been brought to you by: > >The letters "L" "S" and "D" and the numbers "6" and "9" > >and by the Children's Television Workshop and.. > > /\ |-\ /\ |\ /| > / \ | \ / \ | \/ | > /----\ | | /----\ | | > / \ | / / \ | | >/ \ |_/ / \ | | > >|--\ ----- /--\ |----- /--\ |\ | >| | | | | | | | \ | >|--/ | | ___ |--- | | | \| >| | | | | | | | | >| __|__ \__/ |_____ \__/ | | > >-Mun of the Many and Defender of the Sig!!!!!!!!!!!! > >-author of http://www.msu.edu/user/pigeonad/ > <SNIPPED by Dave to save a few sanities...> -- 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 http://www.msu.edu/user/crampto3/ Date: Sat, 1 Jun 1996 01:29:23 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: A painful conclusion For the Sake of Asyr and Arangoth, and all People Therein and Surrounding. Simon Horus Phoenix Guardian of Light and Balance Master of Typos. On Fri, 31 May 1996, Sylvia wrote: > then for the > >Sale of Asyr And Arangoth, and all people therein, and surrounding... > > > >Simon Horus Phoenix, > >Guardian of Light and balance." > > > Arangoth is for Sale?? Well if there are no takers I will buy it :) > ~lil ol' me > Date: Sat, 1 Jun 1996 01:34:32 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: The fate of Sig of Magnitude *Simon grabs Dave, and Locks him into a Sensory Deprivation Chamber, with VR Goggles chained over his eyes and ears, with Nothing but Endless Barney shows for All Eternity!* If you EVER Do that Again............. SimnFenix and his Mun Date: Sat, 1 Jun 1996 02:17:26 -0400 From: Dave Crampton <[email protected]> Subject: Re: The fate of Sig of Magnitude >*Simon grabs Dave, and Locks him into a Sensory Deprivation Chamber, with >VR Goggles chained over his eyes and ears, with Nothing but Endless Barney >shows for All Eternity!* > >If you EVER Do that Again............. > *Dave laughs madly as he claims to be the ultimate spam god and will triumph over the evil puprle dinosaur!!! Anywayz, it was Adam's sig, not mine. >:) BTW, low amount of caps in contrast to simn's many. -- 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 http://www.msu.edu/user/crampto3/ Date: Sat, 01 Jun 1996 09:30:43 -0700 From: Adam <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Prisoner Xandur wrote: > > Wardens of Loreil and Citizens of Arangoth, > > Last night a mob of Wardens and Arangoth citizens invaded Asyr and stole a > Asyri property. As proof, I have Warden OneStab, both a Warden of Loreil > and First Knight of Arangoth, prisioner. He was taken on Asryi soil while > murdering the Magus Sactorium guard. > > I demand you return the property you pilfered, RangerBlue, or Warden OneStab > will be executed. You have until monday at sundown. The book will be in my > hand, or I unleash Rhiannonn's fury on your friend. > > By My Hand, > Xandur > Prefect of Avandil ::wonders if anyone will ever get around to explaining all this to his mun, cause he missed it:: -Adam Date: Sat, 01 Jun 1996 18:29:01 From: AngelSin <[email protected]> Subject: Re: A painful conclusion NO ARANGOTH ISNT FOR SALE!!! :O SIMON?!!?!?! > then for the >>Sale of Asyr And Arangoth, and all people therein, and surrounding... >> >>Simon Horus Phoenix, >>Guardian of Light and balance." >> >Arangoth is for Sale?? Well if there are no takers I will buy it :) >~lil ol' me > > > > **************************************************************************** ***************************** 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 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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: Sun, 02 Jun 1996 00:56:35 From: AngelSin <[email protected]> Subject: Re: A painful conclusion Um..Simon..I was teasing hon..sowrry :/> > >It was a TYPO!!!!!!!!!!! > **************************************************************************** ***************************** 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 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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, 1 Jun 1996 18:56:33 -0700 (PDT) From: Sylvia <[email protected]> Subject: Re: A painful conclusion AWWWWW darn Angel you take all the fun outta everything! *grin* hehehehehehehehehe At 06:29 PM 6/1/96, you wrote: > > >NO ARANGOTH ISNT FOR SALE!!! :O SIMON?!!?!?! > > >> then for the >>>Sale of Asyr And Arangoth, and all people therein, and surrounding... >>> >>>Simon Horus Phoenix, >>>Guardian of Light and balance." >>> >>Arangoth is for Sale?? Well if there are no takers I will buy it :) >>~lil ol' me >> >> >> >> >**************************************************************************** >***************************** >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 >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ >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! > > > > > ~lil ol' me Date: Sat, 1 Jun 1996 21:17:44 -0700 From: [email protected] (Timothy McKee ) Subject: Shadows Darinmar stands aboard his ship, [email protected] a hypnotic trance caused by the gentle rocking movement of the ship. He stares into the water. " Arianeira.....Zaern....the oncoming war....slavery....YingYang....Trouvelle's children....the shadows," he thinks. He watches the shadows flurry over the water near the boat. Their whispers cutting throught the silence. He wonders," What are you? What have I done to you?" The shadows seem not to notice and continue to sweep over the wake made by the rocking ship. Darinmar turns ,hearing footsteps behind him. "They are not his children," the voice of a man dressed in black jeans and a long black trenchcoat over powers the whispers of the shadows. "The shadows are not whose children,"Darinmar asks cautiously. " They are not Zaern's children...they are the losts souls that follow him and bound to him for unknown reasons,"replies the man walking up next to Darinmar,the man's long black hair hangs like a shroud around his face. Darinmar shakes his head. "Souls?You mean as in the souls of dead people?" The man nods and replies,"Yes. They are caught in the middle.They can neither go to heaven or hell." "But why?Why can't they return now that they killed Zaern," Darinmar asks in confusion. "I do not know why they can't return,that is their business,but they did not kill him,they simply welcomed his death." "Welcomed his death?You mean he is one of them now?" "Yes. He is one of them,now." Darinmar smiles and looks at the shadows,"Good. I hope to keep it that way." Darinmar turns back to the man but no one is around. "Hey where'd you go? What is your name?" There is no answer but the whispers of the shadows. Darinmar sighs and walks back to the inn. Darin's mun Date: Sun, 2 Jun 1996 00:55:23 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: A painful conclusion It was a TYPO!!!!!!!!!!! I meant to say Sake, not Sale... C'mon, guys, It's bad enough I have half of Arangoth after Simon for the few mistakes he made.. :( Simon and his Stressed-out mun... On Sat, 1 Jun 1996, AngelSin wrote: > > > NO ARANGOTH ISNT FOR SALE!!! :O SIMON?!!?!?! > > > > then for the > >>Sale of Asyr And Arangoth, and all people therein, and surrounding... > >> > >>Simon Horus Phoenix, > >>Guardian of Light and balance." > >> > >Arangoth is for Sale?? Well if there are no takers I will buy it :) > >~lil ol' me > > > > > > > > > **************************************************************************** > ***************************** > 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 > ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ > 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, 1 Jun 1996 22:11:00 -0700 From: [email protected] (Timothy McKee ) Subject: Darinmar's departure Darinmar sighs and boards his ship,SeaTalon. Darinmar looks at his small assembled crew and orders them to get ready to sail. He sighs again and looks back at the lights still on in the inn. He whispers,"Arianeira I will be back." "Arianeira?Oh so u got a better half,"a familiar voice rings out beside Darinmar. Darinmar smiles at the man in the trenchcoat,"You always show up here...are you stalking me or some krap because you are beginning to give me the creeps?" The man smiles,"No..I'm just offering aid to a troubled individual. Would you like me to watch the lady while you are gone?" Darinmar contemplates for a bit then replies,"Yes....but if i even find out that you hurt her,I will hunt you down." The man nods,"I understand.Well then i guess i should leave you.Good journey my friend." Darinmar raises his eyebrows,"Friend?I don't even know your name." "The name is Dirkin.....Dirkin Fenrow." Darinmar smiles,"Thank you Dirkin." Dirkin begins to walk away towards the inn. "Wait," Darinmar yells. "Give this to Arianeira and tell her to always keep her hopes up for I will return." Darinmar gives Dirkin his ying yang emblem from his armor. Dirkin takes it and walks towards the inn. Date: Sun, 2 Jun 1996 01:35:34 -0500 From: "Ebil One" <[email protected]> Subject: The Ebil Prize I have heard the plots and I have choosen, the ebil prize goes to.... *drum roll* SKYLAR! Man oh MAN she has the best damn ebil plot I have ever heard. *Presents skylar with the prize, in private >:)* >:) Date: Sun, 2 Jun 1996 12:48:57 -0400 (EDT) From: Bryan Campbell <[email protected]> Cc: BlackDragon <[email protected]> Subject: Re: stories.... On Fri, 31 May 1996, Wolfie, et al wrote: > > > Ha! Not Bloody likely, ye flying glue factory!!! ;) > > Wolfie` > *looks around* GLUE! I see no glue here.....besides, how did you know i could fly...shhhh, it's a secret..... :) Paegus Date: Sun, 02 Jun 1996 10:07:04 -0700 From: "Kerrinne Lynne Kl'ramordan" <[email protected]> Subject: Birth of a Son ANNOUNCEMENT ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kyle Sthavar Kl'ramordan was born May 30 to Kerrinne Lynne Kl'ramordan of RhyDin (and sometimes Arangoth) and Vois Sthavar Kl'ramordan of RhyDin. He was born 8lbs 9oz, and was 21 1/2" long. He has his father's light blond hair, and a combination of both his parents eyes...an almost eerie shade of blue and green. Currently, Kerrinne and Kyle are in RhyDin, but she will be bringing him to Arangoth to show him off, of course. Kerrinne Lynne Kl'ramordan ~Lady of the House of Ivory~ Sorceress of the Elements Mage of the White Robes Date: Sun, 2 Jun 1996 11:55:20 -0600 From: [email protected] (Xandur) Subject: Prisoner Wardens of Loreil and Citizens of Arangoth, Last night a mob of Wardens and Arangoth citizens invaded Asyr and stole a Asyri property. As proof, I have Warden OneStab, both a Warden of Loreil and First Knight of Arangoth, prisioner. He was taken on Asryi soil while murdering the Magus Sactorium guard. I demand you return the property you pilfered, RangerBlue, or Warden OneStab will be executed. You have until monday at sundown. The book will be in my hand, or I unleash Rhiannonn's fury on your friend. By My Hand, Xandur Prefect of Avandil Date: Sun, 2 Jun 1996 11:29:37 -0700 (PDT) From: Brad Plumb <[email protected]> Here's another one line post, specially for Raven. Hope you like it Jimmie. ;) 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, 02 Jun 1996 15:05:11 -0400 From: Ash <[email protected]> Subject: Re: The fate of Sig of Magnitude At 01:34 AM 6/1/96 -0400, you wrote: > > >*Simon grabs Dave, and Locks him into a Sensory Deprivation Chamber, with >VR Goggles chained over his eyes and ears, with Nothing but Endless Barney >shows for All Eternity!* > >If you EVER Do that Again............. > >SimnFenix and his Mun > Skylar and her mun Slap SimnFenix and his mun around .. DON'T BE MEAN TO MY FRIEND.. :) Dave or Adam! :P and BTW..i read the sig and liked it and thought it was funny as heck! :) tee hee anyways.. ~* Ash *~ Date: Sun, 2 Jun 1996 13:13:52 -0700 From: [email protected] (Timothy McKee ) Subject: Darinmar's Voyage....Part 1 Darinmar slowly walks out of his captain's cabin and blinks at the sunlight. He looks around at his crew then heads to the bow and stares out at the open sea. A crew member walks up beside him and asks," Captain where are we heading?" Darinmar continues to stare out across the water,watching the sun reflect off of it and replies,"Well someone told me of slavers along the coast and well....i'm going to see for myself." The crewman shakes his head," Sir, you know this ship is not equipped for battling numerous ships at once." Darinmar nods and replies comfortingly," Yes, I know, we are just going to look." Then Darinmar yells to the rest of the crew," We will have absolutely no contact with any ships we encounter. Do you understand?" The crew nods. Darinmar turns to the crewman next to him, "Aren't quite sociable are they?" The crewman smiles, "Yes, they need to get used to you as the authority." Darinmar watches the rest of the crew," What is your name?" The crewman smiles," My name is Logan ,sir." Darinmar shakes Logan's hand and says,"Glad to have you aboard the SeaTalon." Darinmar looks up to see a crew member pointing," Ship on our port side!" Darinmar goes and looks to see a ship about twice the size of Seatalon about 500 yds off. Darinmar whispers," Slavers." Date: Sun, 2 Jun 1996 17:00:20 -0400 (EDT) From: RangerBlue <[email protected]> Subject: Raid on Embriz Wardens and friends of Loreil, In a bold and brilliant move, Warden OneStab led a party of Wardens and co-belligerents into Embriz, the Capital of the Empire of Asyr, and from there removed the Black Covenant of Asyr. This book is the basis of Asyri power. While the raid a success, the cost was high. Lady Syra, wife of Lord Marusk, was gravely wounded in the combats there...and may or may not recover. None of the raiders escaped unscathed. Warden OneStab, during the final conflict, bravely sacrificed himself in a delaying action to allow time for escape for the balance of the raiders. He was last seen dragged off mortally wounded by Asyri soldiers. We try now to ascertain his status. The Raid on Embriz was a success, Asyri power sorely crippled for a time, and their planned incursions into Arangoth will not occur as planned. That land for a time, now safe. Never in the annals of armed conflict, has so small and valiant a band risked so much and at such great odds, so that others may live. The Wardens have not great awards and medals given to those of who's acts recorded by the bards. However, the names of those that bled last eve and gave their all for others, shall be remembered with honor and reverence in the halls of Warden Keep for all time. As it is written, so is it done. RangerBlue Wrynnet Blue First Warden Soverain of Loreil Sovereign of Loreil Date: Sun, 2 Jun 1996 17:18:19 -0400 (EDT) From: RangerBlue <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Prisoner Cc: [email protected] Prefect Xandur: The Wardens do not bargain for the lives of our own. Such a dishonor to the one taken, and the ones who bled. You forget Prefect, of what it is you bargain for, and what was lost to Asyr. As I write this, the power of the Black Covenant examined by those mages not of Asyr, and its power now theirs. You exceed your power and authority sir, for the Covenant written between your Emperor and dark one himself. You have not the right to bargain, nor understand the consequences of this act of dishonor you perform. The Covenant is now with Loreil, and until voided..its power intact. Never would we use such a vile force for gain save in extraordinary circumstance. That circumstance now presented us. On my soul this lays..and my responsibility only this to be. You shall return Warden OneStab unharmed within 24 hours, or I shall reduce Embriz to volcanic slag. During the ensuing 24 hours, you may issue warning to the people and evacuate the city as you may. Time enough granted to minimize loss of life. That choice is yours. You may save your capital or not, that choice also, in your hands. You know me Prefect Xandur, and know my words. As it is written...so is it done. RangerBlue First Warden Sovereign of Loreil Date: Sun, 2 Jun 1996 19:18:16 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: [Fwd: Forwarded Message: make a wish -- = )] ::::tries to hold back a giggle then makes himself all serious and junk:::: ok....ill admit it.....MY name is um... <m> hold on...what was it again? nevermind the name....but...IM the 7 year old boy....and im dying of ALL THESE DAMN CARDS PEOPLE ARE SENDING TO ME!!!! the doctors FINALLY said i was getting better....THEN.....i get all of these cards, and they remind me of how depressing it was to be sick...and *sniff* i relapsed.....now im going to die.....so send me more cards....um...its my last wish and all that jazz <g> Signed... that dying kid whos been dying for the last 3 years..... Date: Sun, 2 Jun 1996 19:24:19 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: A Sparring Proposal ::::RandoM looks at the 5th gen boredly:::: because, you ninny.....we have to play *fair*....and if you dont want to play fair...then you can soak yer head in a pool of tar flavored black jello.... and to define *fair* = everyone has to be able to attack everyone and hurt everyone just as badly as everyone else or we would have people playing the now famous god pc's that are already so abound....and then everyone would say "im a 5th gen wannabe and i hit you with my magic toilet brush of Vecna doind 3d10....get the point yet 5ther? RandoM Date: Sun, 2 Jun 1996 18:53:31 -0500 From: Arianeira <[email protected]> Subject: Keltian Conflict [I know the title is cheesy] [this is my first plot...don't laugh...comments welcome and all that..okay..here goes..] -___________________________ +*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+* -````````````````````````````````` Part One- Waiting Arianeira sits in the inn, looking out the window, thinking..The past three days have been long and strange. Zaern is finally gone, but he took two of her friends with him. Tigrah's children. Arianeira thinks of the children, and of what she is going to tell Trouvelle. Her thoughts turn to Darinmar- where has he gone, and why has he sent Dirkin to watch her. Trigon and Kael...Dirkin is a good man to help her...Trigon..os he really a pirate, or is the fomori bounty hunter a liar...And if he is not? what about her family, and Keltia...What about Keltia...what can she do...... ____________________________________________________ +*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+* ```````````````````````````````````````````````````` Arianeira de Gwynedd, Princess Tanista Erinna Fian and Bandraoi ++++++++==+++++++++ + + + + + xx + + + + + ++++++++==+++++++++ [actually her mun, but hey, that's good too, because if it wasn't, you'd really have to wonder who was writing this...oh well..I'll shut up now....] Date: Sun, 02 Jun 1996 20:02:06 -0400 From: Ash <[email protected]> Subject: Ebil Idea's 'n Prizes =) Sissy can i have my prize now? =) *U know why.. ;) * ~* Ash *~ Date: Sun, 2 Jun 1996 17:03:30 -0700 (PDT) From: Brad Plumb <[email protected]> Subject: Re: EBIL question At 10:03 PM 5/28/96 -0400, you wrote: > > >On Thu, 16 May 1996, McCubrey's wrote: > >> >> >> WHO is your MOST hated actor/actress? >:) >> >Most hated actor: Marlon Brando > MARLON BRANDO?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! I'm gonna bring all my movie buff friends online to kill you now. Your life is forfeit! 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, 2 Jun 1996 20:41:54 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Revelations : The Fall of Arangoth ((for all of you looking at this, its a multi character story that deals with a bunch of death, violence and offensive dialog....so if you cant take a few vivid scenes, dont like cursing, or have your mommy watching over your shoulder...THEN CLOSE THIS MAIL QUICK!!! and for anyone concerned, Arangoth WILL be fine...i just like the super dramatic title <g> ... and to anyone who wants a PC to be killed anytime soon and wants to have it part of this storyline, email me please....as well as i need someone to play a PC i created....shes one of the Magi-Paladins of Krynn, like RandoM, except she serves to protect Black Magic from being overthrown by neutrality or good...so if anyone wants to play this person, email me...shes gonna be wickled-awesome <eg> ... and now...get some popcorn....cause this is one hell of a story)) The portal snapped shut abruptly as RandoM stepped through. After a matter of seconds, he already knew he was at the site that Silvan had described. The area was once enclosed by trees...yet now, they were reduced to nothing but splinters....and as he looked behind him, he then saw what Silvan had described finding.... There on the ground, lay the body of Squash, the frost giant, laying spread upon the charred forest floor....he had been eviserated, yet strangely enough, apparently with care...each internal organ had been clearly picked from his body and seperated from the whole of his being....the strands and filaments of his limbs pulled out and spread, drying in the sun that filtered through the few leaves still left above...each part still had some connection to the main body -- nothing had been completely cut off... Random shook with horror when he noticed that the blood, spattered across the landscape as far as 12 and 15 feet from the body indicated that his heart was still beating when who or whatever did this to him.... "The Goddess above...he was still alive when this happened..." he muttered under his breath, still trying to hold back the urge to retch at the scene. As if on mark, Random turned to a darkened section of trees that were untouched by the apparent struggle, his son De`Witten's form barely noticeable within the darkness... "Darius....i need your help with this...go to my belltower and look up as many facts you can about Squash's society and find out how his people take care of their dead..." but before he finished Darius had a hand up, his finger pointing at another area Random had yet to see... "Be'nother one over'd'ere..." Darius whispered, still too weak in the sun to move over and show him what he saw... Random turned and walked over to what he thought was just another burned tree....but to his horror, its scorched form was the outline of a large manlike shape...a broken "boomstick" lying in the ashes... "Grog...the troll...has to be..." he whispered more to himself than to Darius. "Perhaps they had a falling out and *some*how managed to do this to each other?" "Not possible" Darius whispered in response. "Jus' how you think he gonna cut'im up like'dat and'en blow'im self up too?" Random nodded at the logic, although he had already dismissed the option of the two monsters doing this to each other....neither had the magic to cause such a blast to Grog...and neither seemed cruel enough to be able to do this seemingly ritual death to Squash... "Darius....before you go to my belltower, get Raistlin.....tell him to - " but Random was once again interupted... "I am already here, Brother" said Raist as he appeared at Random's side, Skylar clenching his shoulder and almost hiding behind him as she catches the scene before her... Raistlin walked away from Sky, leaving her standing in horror, her gaze locked on the sight.... "Time for you to go Sky" Random said as he walked over to her... "No...i...can stay...." she managed to force out as she ripped her gaze from Squash's body and up to his face... RandoM knew her pretty well and knew that her tough-girl facade wouldnt last long under these circumstances...with a sigh he tosses a bit of dust upon her and her form shimmers, and in seconds she was gone...and he turned on Raistlin ... "Shouldnt have brought the girl here....its a bit much for me much less her dammit" But Raistlin just smirked and remarked back. "Oh bnut you forget brother...shes to go and take her "test" soon. She needs things like this to harden her up." Random agreed that she might need a bit of resistance towards intense situations but still had to disagree with his brothers methods...but now wasnt the time to talk about it...there were more important things to deal with... With another glance to Darius, his son gave a slight bow as he faded away "As you wish Father...ill talk wit'de shadows and see what d'ey saw..." and with that, he was gone.... Left at the clearing, Raistlin and Random stood, silently speaking about this incident, as well as what the future may hold in its wake.... Date: Sun, 2 Jun 1996 20:42:02 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Revelations : The Fall of Arangoth (part 2 The Fall of Another....) The pyre finally ceased....the trolls ashes had been dispered in the muck of the swamps and the giants remains, burned and his ashes already scattering in the wind...Random was spent....he hadnt slept in three days now, the length of time the ritual to burn Squash's body had taken....Except for making one quick stop by his home to let sky out, and to recieve a message from friend, he had spent the whole time in the forest...He stretched his arms wide, and gave Squash a final glance as he whisked himself away, showing up in the streets outside of the inn....he was to meet an old student of his in her cottage she had purchased but a few blocks away and he quicklyt made his way there, sincerly not wanting any one of his friends to see him and stop to talk... He reached the place within a few minutes, giving a polite knock on the door and waiting for her to answer...and he waited....knocking again, he concluded that she must not be home...so...he shrugged and walked on in.... "Beallen? you home ladygirl?" he called as he glanced around...he walked to her bedroom door and peered in, smiling as he found her sleeping form curled up on the bed...he was happy to see the soft spoken student of his interplaner travel classes he once taught at the Tower of High Socery.... He walked to her side, giving her a soft shake and whispering her name again....and he realized just how cold her body was....his shoulders sagged as he pulled her stiffening body to face him.... He growled with rage as he looked upon her once beautiful face, now splotched with bruises....handprints of purple made a sickening necklace around her throat...her once sparkling eyes still seeming to scream for help that would never come... Fighting back the anger, he slowly stands and calls out. "Darius..." His son would have normally stepped to his father's aid in but moments after the mere mentioning of his name....but tonight, Darius De`Witten could not... Date: Sun, 2 Jun 1996 20:42:15 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Revelations : The Fall of Arangoth (part 3 The Loss of De`Witten) Darius melted away from his father, away from Raistlin and the two monsters mangled forms....the sights bothered him none of course...he had done worse to his enemies in the past...but the fact that he had once sat beside the gentle, yet destructive giant, and shared drink unnerved him.... He immediately retrieved his father the books that he requested...they studied them tediously, searching each page of each tome, looking for any information that would be helpful... Days later, after watching his father in his duties of Squash's and Grog's services, he returned to the shadows to see what they knew of what happened... ~* i need to know wha'happened to d'e two big'fellas...wha'do you know? *~ Within seconds a hundred voices chanted out in a million different voices each...Darius stood emotionlessly in the shadows....until he heard the description of the villian responsible... Without another word, he nodded to the voices, telepathically thanking them for their help and his form already meting away to report to his father...and the area around him burst with light...his form slammed hard against a tree in front of him.... " Well well...what have we here?" Darius leaped to his feet, his hand blades already extended, grinning evily at the figure as he emerged from a portal of smoky gray... "Shoulda known'twas you, you powertrippin' lame-boy..." he remarked, his fingers clincking together, a harsh sound against the silence of the forest... "Oh really?" the stranger snickered... "I would have thought you too stupid to gather up the garbage, much less the knowledge needed to piece together clues in a mystery" Darius sneered and leaped at the figure, his eyes reading the evil taint of the mans aura...The figure reached an arm up, it extending twice its length and grasping Darius's throat with a rockhard hand...Darius gasped at the strength of the grip and slashed into the arm madly.... "Tsk tsk tsk...all physical violence...like i always said...no mind at all..." was the only reply Darius heard as his clawed hands skittered harmelssly off of the mages arm...the mages other hand struck out, crackign solidly against the side of Darius's head, a burst of light emitted at the touch, sending Darius reeling into yet another tree.... He hit the floor or the forest hard, yet managed to rise to his feet, drawing several darts from the darkness around him and glaring at the mage... "So you are crazy as d'ey been sayin' " "Oh yes...quite" the mager answered... "But what do you expect? Look at the gene pool i swam in." The mage grinned evily, his face cold and void of emotions... "And you, my dear "half-brother", are just the next on my list of taunts....so...say hi to that silly oaf and his friend the troll....and you know....they really werent that bad of people... oh well...least they could scream pretty well. Anyways....until we meet in Hell" Darius was enraged....he once again leaped at the mage, unable to stand the taunts...his darts flared from his hand and making his body melt before several glowing darts hit his body from the mages own hands... The strange mage peered around curiously "Come out, come out whereever you are" he giggled as he fired random bolts throughout the forest...then, his body shuttered...he doubled over in agony... "Ahhhh....i see you are up to you....old tricks...again" he gasped through the pain... Darius felt himself reforming within the mage with delight...he could feel the shadows of his body welling up in the pit of his stomach and hardening into real flesh... "Not gonna be that easy my dear half-brother" the mage said with a grin and with that, he felt the pressure within his body slow and then stop...then reversing... Black fluid coursed from his pores.. it streamed down his face, arms and the rest of his body....within the span of 10 seconds Darius lay at the feet of the evil mage, trying to rise once again... "Well....that seals it...you have to die...hope you dont mind, it nothing personal i assure....well...ok...so its personal too" he snickered as he rerached down and picked up the half limp body from his feet.... With an idle wave, a snap echoed from beside him, filling the area with a wave of light....Darius felt fire on his skin, his clothes already smoldering...He tried to look for the source of the light but his eyes failed him... "Now say nighty night, shadowboy..." Darius took a glance to the forest, trying to gather enough concentration to melt away, but the pain of the light too unbearable....and too late....for he felt pain that was more intense than that he had ever imagined...and the portal snapped shut behind him, Trivia peering in after his "half-brother" as Darius screamed in agony as the plane of Radiance seared his phyiscal body into nothing.... Date: Sun, 2 Jun 1996 18:42:36 -0600 From: [email protected] (Xandur) Subject: Re: Prisoner 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], @bnbcomp.net, [email protected] Exiled Soveriegn Blue, If you could destroy Embriz, you would have already. The keys to what lies in your hands are not readily comprehended. It is of no use to you. Even if the power to level a city is in your hands, I hardly believe returning OneStab would stop you from using it. The execution clock ticks. Monday at sundown. By my hand, Prefect Xandur > > >Prefect Xandur: > >The Wardens do not bargain for the lives of our own. Such a dishonor to the >one taken, and the ones who bled. You forget Prefect, of what it is you >bargain for, and what was lost to Asyr. As I write this, the power of the >Black Covenant examined by those mages not of Asyr, and its power now >theirs. You exceed your power and authority sir, for the Covenant written >between your Emperor and dark one himself. You have not the right to >bargain, nor understand the consequences of this act of dishonor you perform. > >The Covenant is now with Loreil, and until voided..its power intact. Never >would we use such a vile force for gain save in extraordinary circumstance. >That circumstance now presented us. On my soul this lays..and my >responsibility only this to be. You shall return Warden OneStab unharmed >within 24 hours, or I shall reduce Embriz to volcanic slag. During the >ensuing 24 hours, you may issue warning to the people and evacuate the city >as you may. Time enough granted to minimize loss of life. That choice is >yours. You may save your capital or not, that choice also, in your hands. >You know me Prefect Xandur, and know my words. >As it is written...so is it done. > >RangerBlue >First Warden >Sovereign of Loreil > > Date: Sun, 2 Jun 1996 20:46:52 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: summary so far as you may or maynot have read, this is what has happed in my stories... Squash the frost giant and Grog the troll were horribly killed... One of RandoM's old students was found killed and raped in her home... De`Witten was thrown into the plane of radiance and destroyed... The killer is exposed... now....i just thought id write this to all of those people who decided not to read my stories cause they werent interested or were too lazy to read em cause they were so long =) and if you havent readem...go ahead....i thought they were pretty good so far.. RanStEvEdoM Date: Sun, 02 Jun 1996 21:29:24 -0400 From: Solaris <[email protected]> Subject: Re: I'm back >Sol's mun. Wow... I thought I was Sol's mun... *thinks for a while* Hmmm... wait a second... *thinks some more* Oh, your the mun of SolCutter! That clears it up! <g> Sol[aris]'s Mun Date: Sun, 2 Jun 1996 19:18:19 -0700 From: [email protected] (Timothy McKee ) Subject: Darinmar's Voyage......Part 2 The sun sets on the two ships. Darinmar paces back and forth on SeaTalon watching the ship along with the other crew members,for now the ship has ceased moving. The darkness now making the slavers's ship appear more ominous than ever. Darinmar stops pacing and stares at the seemingly minature crewmen move around aboard the slavers' ship and wonders, "What is goin' on?Why have they suddenly stopped?" Darinmar's train of thought breaks as an impatient crewman speaks up," Captain, what are we standing here for? I mean the ship stopped moving, it either doesn't see us or is not interested. I request that we move on." Then Logan chimes in," captain, you did say we were just going to check to see if there were any slavers..." Logan points to the ship. "...and you can clearly see there are slavers. So are we goin' back now?" Darinmar looks back at the ship for a moment then turns to the crew," Yes. I can't back down on my word ,can I? Now let's turn her around and head home." Darinmar watches the ship for a few more moments as the crew takes their stations, then Darinmar goes back to his cabin. He sigs and collapses into a wooden chair within his cabin. He closes his eyes and begins to think of Arianeira. But soon is thrown from his chair as the SeaTalon jolts violently and a explosion is heard. Darinmar sumbles up and reaches for the dorr and fumbles with he knob but is thrown with another jolt and explosion of the SeaTalon. He finally throws open the door and looks to see his ship in flames. His crewmen run about putting out numerous flames as the bombardment of explosion continues. He looks around and screams, "What the hell is happening?!!" Logan runs up,covered with bits of splintered wood,ash,and blood. Logan,breathing heavily,replies," The slavers' ship has fired on us,sir!" Darinmar sees a massive fireball leave the slavers' ship and he braces himself as the fireball slams into the seaTalon sending the roaming crew to the deck.The crew scrambles up and goes and puts out more fire,but soon the bow begins to raise into the air. A crewman screams out in panic,"We're sinking!!" Logan runs to Darinmar's side,but another blast slams into the bow splintering it and sending Logan and numerous crewmen overboard in a great explosion. Darinmar screams trying to stay afloat on what is left of the SeaTalon. Darinmar looks at the dark ominous ship as the another massive fireball flies thorough the sky,lighting it up like a second moon. It slams into Seatalon one last time and Darinmar falls into the flames and dark waters below. Date: Sun, 2 Jun 1996 19:38:50 -0700 (PDT) From: Brad Plumb <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Weddings At o >some horribly lame circumstance, the kid is born in a matter of hours....boy >friar kylus....a busy fella you are....heheh > Actually you forgot the step where the husband goes psycho, and they've broken up and divorced the next day after the baby is born. Thus leaving more marriages for Kylus to take care of. 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, 2 Jun 1996 19:51:43 -0700 From: [email protected] (Timothy McKee ) Subject: Darinmar's Voyage....Final Part The waters glisten under the moonlight as another night finally decends upon Arangoth. A small wake develops along the shore as a figure swims up on the shore. It is Logan. He rolls over on his back,tired from the shipwreck and the swimming. Logan slowly stands and looks toward Arangoth. The moonligt shows his clothes tattered and burnt,his body bruised,wounded and burnt in places. He stumbles back and forth along the path to the inn. He collapses and barily is able to stand,then continues on his journey towards the inn to tell the others of what happened. Date: Sun, 02 Jun 96 22:02:05 -0700 From: norin <[email protected]> Subject: Wardens ::Approaches the Wardens courtyard:: I am here to ask acceptance into the Wardens Rangerblue, I await your answer Norin former leader of MAGE Date: Mon, 03 Jun 1996 01:48:45 -0500 From: Kirsten Miller <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Problem... Okay... This is June 3rd... This happened about 20 minutes ago... Someone came into the inn impersonating me. And had my username and my host mask... This ISN'T good... So... Until the situation is figured out... I'm going to give up my ops and masters... I cannot allow the inn to be taken over because of this... *shakes her head* My IP is: *!Rue@*.ppp.iadfw.net PLEASE! Do NOT op me when I come in... I am a threat for a takeover now... I also want the ops to E-Mail me... not on the list... I have something to tell you all. Another thing... Do NOT op anyone with my address who comes into the inn between June 8th and June 15th... I'm out of town then... Better yet... Take me off of auto ops on Dulcy if I don't first. Thank you about this whole thing... *sigh* Date: Mon, 3 Jun 1996 00:22:10 -0700 (PDT) From: Sylvia <[email protected]> Subject: From the private journal of Kenokk Moonglow {Adam passed this on to me and I am sending it to you with a few additions...watch for more to come} "Don't know what I'm gonna do about this feeling inside" ~Aerosmith 'Angel' "There's no sense in pretending, your eyes give you away, something inside you is feeling like I do, we said all there is to say" ~Tom Petty 'Breakdown' ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***Se tting the scene*** Camp had just been set up for the night. Kenokk is lying on his bedroll writing in a book while Trici takes first watch. As the fire burns on, Kenokk falls asleep, the book lying open beside him. ~ Trici watches Kenokk for a while as he sleeps, giving in to temptation and silently moving over to peek at the open pages of the book. ***The open pages read as follows*** ~about this power I've gained. Not even Isin can see the lines, and he controls the realm's magic. I know she is the true Goddess of Life, but how can I tell others about her? Will they call me mad? But that's what she told me to do. She said I'd know when it's time, and it is, but what do I say? I should probably tell Trici first. What will she think? Will she even believe me? May the Goddess show me the way to spread the word. May 28, We've been traveling for 10 days now. If the weather stays as good as it is and we can manage to avoid any further incidents, we should be able to reach the Seilwood by the 12th. We don't really talk much anymore. I know she watches me, just like I watch her. I wonder if she feels the same way about me that I do about her. Was it fate that brought us together, or has her brother been playing matchmaker? That seems to be the only possible explanation. Why send her all the way to Arangoth to train with me when there are many proficient fighters back home that could teach her? It's just so hard to put anything into words when I'm around her. Just the feeling I get every time I look at her turns me into a simpleton. Should I even try to say something? What if I'm just imagining things? What if its just me thinking she looks at me that way. Would it be wise to say anything at all? Is it worth risking the student-teacher relationship we have now? Maybe sometime during our travels home I can______ ***the writing trails off at the point where Kenokk fell asleep*** Trici sits back after reading his words...a slow smile spreading over her face...'could he possibly like her? is that what he was writing in his journal?' Thoughts raced through her mind...'if I wake him now he'll know I read it. What do I do?' Her eyes on his face watching him sleep peacefully she does not notice the passage of time as she tries to figure out what to do. 'I could pretend to have fallen asleep on watch...sure he will be angry with me...but maybe he won't realize that I saw his words....' Suddenly Trici realizes that the eyes she has been staring at are open and staring back at her...and the sun is rising. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ All right...I would dearly love some commentary on this...just your thoughts please...it would be nice if you asked before jumping into the storyline...but please email any comments to [email protected] this story was written in collaboration with Adam Pigeon ~lil ol' me Date: Mon, 3 Jun 1996 01:17:45 -0700 (PDT) From: Sylvia <[email protected]> Subject: Myn's poem :::Myn walks in and looks around shyly::: ahh-ahh-ahhheM! ~sweet chirping voice~ Ode to Froggy... Sweet lil fwoggy, nice and clean just come out of the wash machine is he alive or is he dead I'll just put him in Mommy's bed ::::giggles and skips out::::::: ~lil ol' me Date: Mon, 3 Jun 1996 08:58:55 -0700 (PDT) From: Sylvia <[email protected]> Subject: Myn's poem :::Myn walks in and looks around shyly::: ahh-ahh-ahhheM! ~sweet chirping voice~ Ode to Froggy... Sweet lil fwoggy, nice and clean just come out of the wash machine is he alive or is he dead I'll just put him in Mommy's bed ::::giggles and skips out::::::: ~lil ol' me Date: Mon, 3 Jun 1996 08:59:02 -0700 (PDT) From: Sylvia <[email protected]> Subject: From the private journal of Kenokk Moonglow {Adam passed this on to me and I am sending it to you with a few additions...watch for more to come} "Don't know what I'm gonna do about this feeling inside" ~Aerosmith 'Angel' "There's no sense in pretending, your eyes give you away, something inside you is feeling like I do, we said all there is to say" ~Tom Petty 'Breakdown' ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***Se tting the scene*** Camp had just been set up for the night. Kenokk is lying on his bedroll writing in a book while Trici takes first watch. As the fire burns on, Kenokk falls asleep, the book lying open beside him. ~ Trici watches Kenokk for a while as he sleeps, giving in to temptation and silently moving over to peek at the open pages of the book. ***The open pages read as follows*** ~about this power I've gained. Not even Isin can see the lines, and he controls the realm's magic. I know she is the true Goddess of Life, but how can I tell others about her? Will they call me mad? But that's what she told me to do. She said I'd know when it's time, and it is, but what do I say? I should probably tell Trici first. What will she think? Will she even believe me? May the Goddess show me the way to spread the word. May 28, We've been traveling for 10 days now. If the weather stays as good as it is and we can manage to avoid any further incidents, we should be able to reach the Seilwood by the 12th. We don't really talk much anymore. I know she watches me, just like I watch her. I wonder if she feels the same way about me that I do about her. Was it fate that brought us together, or has her brother been playing matchmaker? That seems to be the only possible explanation. Why send her all the way to Arangoth to train with me when there are many proficient fighters back home that could teach her? It's just so hard to put anything into words when I'm around her. Just the feeling I get every time I look at her turns me into a simpleton. Should I even try to say something? What if I'm just imagining things? What if its just me thinking she looks at me that way. Would it be wise to say anything at all? Is it worth risking the student-teacher relationship we have now? Maybe sometime during our travels home I can______ ***the writing trails off at the point where Kenokk fell asleep*** Trici sits back after reading his words...a slow smile spreading over her face...'could he possibly like her? is that what he was writing in his journal?' Thoughts raced through her mind...'if I wake him now he'll know I read it. What do I do?' Her eyes on his face watching him sleep peacefully she does not notice the passage of time as she tries to figure out what to do. 'I could pretend to have fallen asleep on watch...sure he will be angry with me...but maybe he won't realize that I saw his words....' Suddenly Trici realizes that the eyes she has been staring at are open and staring back at her...and the sun is rising. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ All right...I would dearly love some commentary on this...just your thoughts please...it would be nice if you asked before jumping into the storyline...but please email any comments to [email protected] this story was written in collaboration with Adam Pigeon ~lil ol' me Date: Mon, 3 Jun 1996 12:57:04 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Revelations : The Fall of Arangoth (part 4 : Trivia raids the inn) The inn was blooming once again...full of laughter and chattering of the many voices of midday...The man walked in slowly, letting the door close silently behind him....a few people even nodded a greeting to the stranger in the half red half black robe... He made his way to a table...not in the corner away from everyone, but in the center, amongst the most people....he sat grinning to himself, until the barmaid approached him and asked for his order.... He slapped her hard across her face, blood spattering across her split lip and a flash of light blurring her vision...Immediately the Druid MoonBeam floated from her seat and growled silently....but it was the last thing she would do today for the floor beneath her tore from its bindings, the wood clenching her in a tight fist....she wailed and screamed, trying to free herself as Silvan slipped an arrow into his bowstring... The arrow never left his hand....the string snapped, then tightly wound around his throat, Silvan fallign to the floor, trying futily to free himself from its grip... MoonBeam called upon her magic, but it was no use, the giant claw crushed the very breath from her lungs and the stranger laughed to himself as the hand then flung her through the roof, happy to see that his ears werent bleeding and the roof didnt heal itself this time as the events had happened many times before.... By this time Kylus had risen from his seat only to be greeted by a glare of the mage's... Kylus was his hard int he stomach with his own sword sheath before he was fully straightened...Aislyn's cry echoed the inn as the hawk flew at the mage, getting mere inches before a glowing whip of electricity lashed it to the floor, emmited from the back of the mages head in defense... Kylus fell to the floor only seconds after silvan's body ran out of oxygen and passed out....Two others, Tevian and Fazuul ran down from upstairs at the sound of the commotion, only to be met with a hard oaken table, pinning them both against the wood of the steps... A few other patrons stared, mouths agape at the scene, mnay just realizing that this was not just the normal everyday brawl, but a life and death match between this mage and the inn.... Taeylea entered the inn, aside another patron yet new to Arangoth...she gasped as she saw the scene before her and a telekenetic fist slammed hard into the side of the mages shields...He sighed, almost liek a teacher would at a small child after his 20th attempt at the ABC's....with a mutter, he dismissed her by turning the force of her own attack against her, amplifying it tremendously....the force knocked Taeylea back out of the still opened door, the new patron almost making it after her before being caught in an invisable grip... She tried to resist but was dragged to stand in front of the mage...he studied her with an amused grin and then turned to the still concious patrons of the inn, huddled protectively in a far corner behind a few tables, some brandishing various weapons that they knew were of no use.... He pulled bcak the hood of his robe, his black hair falling from under...His teal colored skin almost sparkled in the sunlight as it filtered into the windows...with an ahem, he cleared his throat and raises his chin high, before slipping an arm around the nearby, trapped womans shoulder....she cringed at the touch.... "For all of those who care...and trust me...you should *all* care...I am Trivia....son of the mages Random and Raistlin..." he said almost proudly..then his voice went hard with contempt, edged with sarcasm... "Now...i will take the place i was meant to...asd the destroyer of this pitiful land...besides....it will make my fathers proud to see me all grown up and taking care of myself..." he said...waiting for people to laugh at his joke...seeing noone found it as amusing as he did, he shrugged, stifling a laugh of his own and vanishing away, a blood curdling scream coming from the woman he tore away with him.... ((anyone i named in this fight is alright....he just decided to let everyone know he was in town...he wasnt out for blood this round =) and NOONE can get into this story without MY approval...so if you want a part in the fight, email me FIRST...noone can find nor harm trivia without my knowledge please....)) Date: Mon, 03 Jun 1996 14:56:01 -0500 From: Kirsten Miller <[email protected]> Subject: Tour Itenerary Okay... Here we go! The schedual to my choir tour! SATURDAY, JUNE 8 1:00 pm departure Group dinner in Houston - Betty 7:30 pm meet host families at MEMORIAL DRIVE UMC Overnight in homes SUNDAY, JUNE 9 Meet at the church 8:45am Sing for 2 worship services (9:30 and 11:00) at Memorial Drive Have lunch at the church Go to Cockrell Butterfly Center in Houston Leave 2:15 - 2:30 for Beaumont Arrive 4:30pm at FUMC, BEAUMONT Snack Supper at 5:30 Concert 6:00 - 6:50 Stay overnight in homes MONDAY, JUNE 10 Leave 9:00am for Mandeville Lunch in Baton Rouge Sing for ROUQUETTE LODGE RETIREMENT CENTER 3:30pm. Arrive at ST TIMOTHY UMC 5:00pm Dinner at 6:00pm Concert at 7:00pm Overnight in the BRAND NEW FAMILY LIFE CENTER TUESDAY, JUNE 11 Leave at 8:30 for New Orleans Have breakfast at the Cafe du Monde Tour the Aquarium by the Mississippi River Travel to WESTMINSTER VILLAGE RETIREMENT COMMUNITY Arrive Westminster at 3:30pm for a 4:00 concert Group dinner in Mobile Overnight stay at DOLPHIN WAY UMC Activities Center WEDNESDAY, JUNE 12 Leave Dolphin Way by 8:00am and go out for breakfast Travel to Pensacola to play at the beach Have lunch at the beach Go to FUMC, PENSACOLA 2:30pm Shower and get ready for the concert 2:30pm Dinner at 5:15pm Concert at 6:15pm Overnight in homes THURSDAY, JUNE 13 Leave at 9:00am for Destin Arrive at Holiday Inn at 10:30am (store bags in meeting room until rooms are ready at 3:00pm) Go to the beach!!! Lunch on your own at or near the beach Check in rooms around 4:00pm. Clean up for dinner Scampi's restaurant for buffett dinner at 6:00pm Overnight at the HOLIDAY INN DESTIN FRIDAY, JUNE 14 Continental Breakfast between 8:00 and 9:00am Leave at 9:30am for Jackson Lunch in Route Arrive GALLOWAY UMC in Jackson 5:00pm 6:00pm Dinner at the church 7:00pm Concert in the park Overnight in the Galloway Family Life Center SATURDAY, JUNE 15 Leave at 9:00am HOMEWARD BOUND! Arrive back at FUMC, Dallas around 5:30pm SUNDAY, JUNE 16 Youth Lead Worship at both 8:45 and 11:00am services Choir and Handbell times TBA Group Dinner (lunch?) for parents and youth following the 11:00am service in Wesley Hall I hope that I didn't type this up for nothing.... Date: Mon, 03 Jun 1996 13:31:15 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: URGENT ::sends a messager out to find RangerBlue:: Blue, It is urgent I speak with you! By that note from Xandur, you can see that he will execute Onestab today at sunset if Sira is nay returned!! We MUST do something!! I shall nay let a drop of OneStab's blood fall! Please Ranger meet me at the Inn so we may devise a plan ASAP!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her Royal Majesty | AngelSin | Queen of Arangoth | @---}---}--------- | --------------------------------- | http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm | Official Web Site for the #BLKDRAGON*Inn!! | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Date: Mon, 3 Jun 1996 19:48:13 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Revelations : The Fall of Arangoth (part 5 : Battle on the Homefront) The inn was in shambles.....Raistlin and Random stood outside of the front door, speaking silently to each other of the information gathered after the inns patrons were able to speak once again...Something in the distance caught RandoMs eye...it looked like....naaah....couldnt be....but he could have sworn it was Moo-Bean's body falling from the sky and into a pile of hay at the end of the street...he shook his head and accounted it to not drinking a slurpee today.... The fiend was known now...it was their "son"....a progeny of a spell cast by both of them as a joke gone awry....now it didnt seem so funny.... Trivia had demolished the inn and its occupants and fled without another word...not even a hint of where he might strike next.... "Our only choice that i can see it to consult one of the oracles in my tower....perhaps there, we can find where he is....the element of surprise may be the only thing that will let us find him..." suggested Raistlin, hsi arms folded neatly in his soft black velvet robes, his golden skin glimmering in the sunlight that his hood did little to block... "Yeah....could be right" agreed Random... "Lets go then...we havent anythign else better to do..." and with a slight smile he straightened his robes and took a final glance back to the destruction his "son" had caused....thought of the deaths already...Squash and Gronk (which i first mispelled as grog <g>), the death and rape of his student, the disappearance of his true son....now this...and he had also been told that Trivia had taken another woman with him....RandoM only could pray to his goddess that she not suffer the same fate as Beallen... With a wave of magic, they arrived in Palanthas....the city looked as if it was normal everyday life...busy streets, market squares, the hussle and bussle of life...even on the streets leading to the tower.... Raistlin stared in amazement....noone crossed these lines....noone could dare the fears within Shokian Grove...but then how were these people already setting up stands within the perfectly clean, nearly untouched roadways? Random looked to his adopted brother in fear, grabbing his roughly by the sleeve of his robe and dragging him at a frantic pace towards the tower.....or where it once stood... Now there was nothing but rubble, being picked through by meddlesome bystanders who all but wet their pants as the master of the tower rushed through the broken gates... Raistlin slowed....his pace was almost nothing as he made his way to the broken stones littering the ground before him....Random stood back, shooing people away from the scene, giving his brother the solitude he knew he needed... And from the corner of his eye....Random saw a glimer of white among the blackened stone...a single hand jutted up from the shattered rock....Dalamar.....even the wonderous appretice had been no match for Trivia's magical abilities... "Its gone too far" whispered Raist, as he dropped to his knees, pickign up a crushed silver goblet... "it was never meant to happen this way..." Random reguarded the speach with a raised brow...but now was not the time to analyze what he was rambling about...for atop the rubble...now stood a teal figure....a red and black robe fluttering in the breeze...Raist raised his eyes to see him as well, an instant sneer crossing his lips... "youive gone too far boy!" he screamed, already shaking in anger... Trivia smiled happily....he sat down neatly, making sure not to wrinkle the fabric of his robe... "Oh my dear Father...you always have been one for the over dramatic.." "overdramatic?? you power hungry freak of nature! ill show you overdramatic!" he bellowed as bolts of lightning showered from his fingertips... The lightning slammed full force into trivia, catching him unaware and sending him toppling down the plie of rubble, stopping half way with his back against a large stone... he rubbed the scorced spot of his chest, an evil smile tinging his lips... "Not quite yet father....i have more suffering to unleash upon the two of you than even the dark queen opnce showed you in the abyss..." and with this, Trivia caught the wind, his body dispersing among the breeze, turning into a pile of leaves in the sky and was away... Raistlin screamed, another bolt hurling into the remains of a stone wall, sending the rest to the ground after its lost brother stones in the earlier fall of Trivia... "hes gone too far Daedil!" Random nodded, barely holding back his own anger... "that he has brother....but now we have reason to report this to the conclave...." he reasoned ... "he not only is a renagade, but destroyed one of the remaining towers of high socery as well as being a disturbance to the laws of magic...he will be delt with swiftly...." And Random watched Raistlin, as he picked his way through the rubble, trying to dig Dalamars body from his cold, hard grave.... Date: Mon, 3 Jun 1996 19:48:22 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Revelations : The Fall of Arangoth (part 6 : Intervention of the Paladin-Magi) Two days since the last sighting of Trivia....the new tower was already underway...wounds of previous scuffles, healing....Random had requested the help of the Conclave of wizards to send help to battle trivia now that he is not just a threat to them, but to all of arangoth as well as the fragile balance of magic...and when the white portal opened up on the hillside near him and Raistlin, he was not surprised to see Effen Wether-Win step out and peer straight at him.... Effen Wether-Win was the white side of Paladin-Magi, the society of paladins, taken in by the 3 gods of magic upon krynn and set to defend the balance of magic between the 3 schools...Effen was the commander....he was the eldest and by far the most powerful...but even if he was the most powerful, the might of the three Paladin-Magi was shared....by one gaining in strength, the other two also grew stronger....so was the balance... Effen was a large man...human....and well over 4 centuries old....noone knew, or dared to ask how the human survived so long....but he was still an imposing figure, besides the look of a 50 year old man....he stood several inchers above Randoms average 6 foot in height....and in girth, the man could tear Random in half, if he had wanted...his white hair was tied back in a braid and his almost Solamnic looking facial hair was cleanly trimmed...dressed in armor, a sort like Randoms own, but instead of a red shirt of chain, it was white....his white robe was tossed to the side by the wind as he walked towards Random, down the hill with the grace of an elven child... "Greetings Son of Lunitari..." he called out, steps before reaching Randoms side... With a smile Random returned the formal calling of his order "Greetings Son of Solinari....i take it the trip went well" he laughed, knowing this man not only matched him in interplaner travel, but surpassed him by a longshot... Effen didnt remark back, just smiling at the Red Quasi-Paladin-Magi (thanks Raven <g>), always loving the tieflings good humor... "Has Dayna arrived yet?" he asked, also jokingly, and also loving the look of grief on Randoms face... "Well...no...not yet" he muttered swiftly.... Effen smiled and as if on cue, another portal opened up by their sides....this one seeming to absorb light from all sides, a soft mist flowing from its centerpoint.... Dayna stepped free of the wormhole, using a pure white hand to brush her coal black hair from her face as she peered over to Random and Effen curiously...she was no doubt beautiful....a silvanesti elf with the heart of a tanar`ri...exiled from her land for practicing the dark art, she gained power quickly after being chosen as the Black Anti-Paladin of the trio... "Greetings Daughter of Nuitari..." called Effen warmly....he bowed graciously, as he had everytime he had come across the woman in the centuries they had worked together... "Greetings Son of Solinari....and you too Son of Lunitari" she said, biting her lower lip as she glanced over to Random....he sighed, not even bothering with the formalities and just waved absently, trying to still forget the childlike infatuation that Dayna had always had for him in their days of schooling... "yeah yeah yeah....hiya girlie...now...to business...." he stated plainly, though Daynas expression drooped, she stayed silent and listened as Random briefed them on their situation... Night came swiftly and they were still gathered around a table in Random's belltower, high above the rest of the city....discussion of spells that may assist in the battle, various ways to disrupt the spell that had forged Trivia, even options of entrapment...all spoken over....Dayna slipped her chair closer to Randoms at any chance she got...which by the end of the night, Random had slid his own chair away until he was pressed against the side of Effen's, who took great amusement in seeing the normally serious Black robe so playful... In the hours to come, stories and plans, spells of recent findiongs, and ideas of how to rid Arangoth of Trivia were discussed....soon it would be dawn...the three mages decided to re-start early in the morning....Random showed the other two to the rooms he had selected to each of their tastes and the slipped into his own room.... He had all but given up sleep in the years he had been freed of the Lich's hold...the nightmares that had plagued him had taken good care of that...now he was stretched upon his bed, pondering thoughts of Trivia and many other nonrelated items...his mind raced and he was unaware when the Black robed form of Dayne was standing at his bedside.. Sitting up in a flash he whispered harshly "what the hell are you doing in here?" Dayna winced at the remark...her childhood love was still giving her the cold shoulder... "My bed is too...lumpy....yes...thats it...so...may i sleep in another?" she insinuated...Random refrained from growling aloud, catching on to her remark as soon as it was spoken... "Sure...there is another down the hall....ill show you the way" he replied, a cool smile on his lips... "No! you dont have to get up...i...suppose i can find it....thank you..." she said softly, quickly turning and makign her way to the door... He watched her go, still wondering whatever made the calculating Black robe so facinated with a mage of such an opposite magnitude...why did she drop her guard with him and let down the cold, rigidity of her normal personality whenever she was around him? Random sighed and slipped back into the comfort of his bed, a dark haze crossing his eyes...he *was* tired...perhaps tonight the dreams would not be *so* bad....and the sleep took him away....his breath slowed...and tonight Random would not awaken with the nightmares of the past....and neither would he notice the small elven form now curled up on the other side of the bed, sighing contently... Date: Mon, 3 Jun 1996 19:53:11 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: From the private journal of Kenokk Moonglow actually sis, id love to get into the story...but....my PC's are a bit tied up right now within their own story <g> .... <m> that i really dont think anyone is readin but i dont really care cause i know that the few peopel that *are* reading it seem to like it and have been sending me mails about hwo they liek it and all that matters is that *i* like it...and i *do*....so naaah... RandoM Just imagine.... for a second... doing anything... just cause you wanted to... thats what i can do so hooray for me! AND FLUFF YOU!!! Date: Mon, 3 Jun 1996 16:58:37 -0700 (PDT) From: RangerBlue <[email protected]> Subject: The time come 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] ::Blue paces back and forth..reading again the reply from Xandur. The Starfire used a year ago against Mahem's cohorts by Anarra, now a thousand times stronger amplifed by the dark power of the Covenant. Wardens had already spoken to him of this plan , and it upset him as much as they were by it.:: "Blue?" Blue turned in his study there to face Timon, the Elven chronicler of Shimmerwood, and his own personal pain in the arse at times. "Leave me Timon. I must think." he says as he turns to resume his pacing. "Well I would Sovereign, were such my choice" his ancient voice softly answers, "But I am sent here...and you know why." Blue stops his pacing to once again face the old elf who appeared in his study. "Aye. I know why." "Blue, you have seen men die before. You have seen this at your own hand, and seen others fall at your order. You know being a leader more than fancy clothes and people saying sir to you. You know this Blue, and I know you know it." Blue turns away from Timon, "This is different Elf. They went in on my order, and One taken by my action. I should have gone. I should have been there." His voice drops to near a whisper, "It was my duty." Timon rolls his eyes slighty and sighs, "Blue, in centuries I have never met a man so taken with beating himself over the head as you. You are of old Loreil. They would detect you instantly, by that mage locked void you represent to them. A nothingness, that can only be a mage locked Warden...and there is only one left. Into the heart of their Empire, you could not go without betraying your presence. All then, would have died." Blue turns angry eyes on Timon as he says, "Don't you think I am aware of this Elf? Do you think I sent them in on whim?" Timon quietly ignores the questions and asks, "Blue, what do you intend with the Covenant?" Blue's silence stretches out for a long time as he turns to pace again. "Blue, can you destroy their city with it or not?" Blue stops once more..and faces the Elf with dead eyes, "Yes Timon. Xandur is in error. I can have Embriz level to the ground, with their own power." "And will you do this Blue? To save one man? Kill thousands?" "They were warned Elf...and have more than enought time to clear out the city" Timon's face is neutral as he replies, "Blue, no warning was given. No evacuation occurs. The full population is there. What's more Blue, Shimmerwood suspects you knew they would not warn their own people...and expose weakness." Blue turns and resumes pacing. "Elven ways their own, and not the ways of man." "Blue, answer the question. Will you have their city destroyed?" When Blue fails to answer Timon speaks again, "Blue, answer me." Blue walks out the door of his study...and down the steps to the main foyer. From there, outside into the cool night air of Taigenath. In his study above, Timon looks with eyes unseeing in mortal ways, then nods his head and slowly fades away, his questions answered. ====================================================================== Subj: Re: Prisoner Date: 96-06-03 11:40:04 EDT From: Swiftsilvr To: RangerBlue, [email protected] To: [email protected], Lysira, LadyMirl CC: WrynBlue, BuzzVampyr, DarbenGray, DragonTayI CC: Goldendust, JEDIKGT RS, Jojama, Merikus CC: Sir Cathay, Tyntigal, Vette xx The silver dragon banked slowly over the grounds of Taigenath, keeping himself concealed as completely in the pale wash of moonlight as others might in the lingering shadows beneath the manor's trees. Noiselessly, he rode the strong salt-scented wind, letting it bear him to a small open glade just outside the walls. With the practiced ease of years, he descended, using the wind itself and the soft grass to cushion his landing. Slowly, Kelsey sat up from her crouched position on the dragon's back, careful to keep her own silver-wrapped form within the concealment of the pale light. Together, dragon and rider sat for a moment, motionless, assessing their surroundings, both scanning the perimeter for signs that the highly alert guards had noticed them. The nearest sentry, some thirty yards distant, turned his head briefly in their direction...and then turned away. Grinning inwardly, the elven Warden slipped off her partner's back, trying not to pull too hard at the black mane on his neck as she did so. Leaning forward, she touched his shoulder briefly, her dark fingers flickering in the patterns of the Drow silent tongue, less apt to be heard--or understood-- than whispers or telepathy. >>Brilliant, Tayl. I'd never have thought such a direct approach could work.<< The dragon's head turned towards her, eyes glowing blue. His form flickered briefly, muscles rippling, flowing beneath the smooth argent hide as it condensed, reforming with silent rapidity into the tall form of Lord Stryder DragonTayl. His grin answered her own as his hands answered her. >>But of course, my friend...dost thee think me a neophyte?<< Kelsey bit her lips to hold back her laughter. >>Of course not.<< Wriggling out of the fine silver drape in which she had wrapped herself, she rolled it into a ball and stowed it into one of the many small pouches in her bandolier, studying her partner's preparations as she did so. Though they had often spoken of their similar pre-RhyDinian work, she had never actually gotten to work with him in this manner, and she watched him closely for a moment, assessing, noting, mentally preparing for any special precautions she might have to take to cover him. Clad from neck to toe as she was in the utilitarian black unitard preferred by most covert specialists (a title she preferred to any other with which her activities had been dubbed in the past), he had taken care to darken his face and exposed skin with blacking. She squinted, using her heat-sensing vision to try to make him out. Her estimation of her partner's skills, already high, rose a few more degrees. Apparently, his draconic blood matched that of the surrounding air, for even at that short range, she was scarcely able to make out a heat signature at all. Glancing up, she noticed he was doing much the same assessment of her, and bit her lip a little harder to hold back the grin that kept threatening to emerge. A true professional indeed, she thought...not that she'd ever had any doubt. Glancing away, she again scanned the perimeter, noting their entrance--a flat space of wall some ten yards distant. She tilted her head in its direction, her hands dancing again in speech. >>Shall we?<< Tayl nodded in assent, stepping back to allow her to take the lead. The two moved noiselessly through the short stretch of forest, coming at last to their target. Quickly, Kelsey ran her hand a few inches from the wall's surface, concentrating. A low tingle ran along her nerves; some magic, at least, was present. Best not to try spells then. Mentally, she discarded the first plan they had discussed, and moved back a half-step, gesturing to Tayl. >>Plan two, my friend.<< Silently, the tall Warden knelt by the side of the wall, withdrawing a small device from one of his own many pouches. With a deft twist of his wrist, he drew the device in a brief semi-circle an inch from the surface. A fine dark line the thickness of a fishing line seemed to shimmer briefly in the cool night, then settle. Tayl glanced up at her. >> It's open. << Kelsey set her teeth. As often as she had seen her late husband Tarrquinn employ scientific devices, she *still* didn't trust them, any more than she usually did magic...a good blade and a silent footstep, she believed, did more for a person than any number of twitches and incantations. Taking a deep breath, she slipped through the hole caused by the brief molecular disturbance, and stepped silently into the shadow of a sentry box. Its occupant, she noticed, had his back to them-- at least for the moment. Her eyes narrowed in thought. A moment later, Tayl joined her, gesturing briefly in the guard's direction. >>I wouldst leave him alive, my friend...these are not Asyr.<< She gave him a slightly reproving look and rolled her eyes. >>Of *course*. Think you I'd really compromise the Sovereign's security?<< Of course, she added mentally, she'd be hard put to have any such compunctions if it *was* an Asyr so temptingly placed...anyone who would hold her former mentor and dear friend OneStab..... Mentally, she shook herself. No time now to plot revenge, nor was it professional to seek it out. Any covert specialist-- oh, okay, *assassin*, knew that. Her vengeance would be in seeing her old friend walk free...and in seeing the last of Loreil's line safe. She stepped forward, cloaked now in shadows, a small cylinder in one hand. Tayl had tutored her in its use, but she looked forward to trying it. The mechanism was a tight sonic beam, inaudible even to elven ears, that Tayl claimed would knock someone out almost instantly, without bloodshed. Extending her hand, she touched the tip to the guard's armored back and pressed the trigger. In her hand, the cylinder seemed to vibrate. No noise, no sound...but the guard slumped over silently. Quickly, Tayl stepped forward, catching him, and eased him to the side of the box. Together, the two propped the guard into position, quickly gagging him, but making sure that, to all appearances, he had only taken a few moments to lean against the side of the box in rest. Again, they listened intently. No alarm. One light glimmered in Taigenath's window; that of the Sovereign's study. Two figures were silhouetted in the dim golden glow, one easily recognizable as the Sovereign himself, the other somewhat familiar to Kelsey, although it took a moment of thought to recollect. Timon. Of course. She had seen the sage at her wedding to the late and quite unlamented Daemeon LeVey. Anxiety flared. What sort of advice could the Elder be giving? Again dismissing the thought, she plotted a course through the flickering shadows cast by the trees, and gestured to Tayl. Slipping through the shifting cover, they made their way to the study window, crouching in the decorative foliage beneath it, listening. Their eyes met in agreement at Timon's words. Priorities were priorities...and preserving the heart of Loreil foremost, in this case. The cost of innocent life would harm one of the Sovereign's honor as deeply as any Asyr sword thrust...nor, Kelsey suspected, would OneStab be pleased even if such purchased his own freedom. The light guttered as the Sovereign left. Quickly, Kelsey glanced up, looking to see if any other lights came on. None did. Her thoughts raced. Where would a man beset by such thoughts go to think, if not directly to his wife? Again, her eyes met Tayl's and they nodded almost in unison. Of course. The unmatched peace of the night itself. Straightening, the two crept around to the side of the manor. Flattening herself against the wall, the small elf worked her way around the corner-- and froze, seeing the Sovereign. Adrenaline dried her mouth. An attack on the Sovereign himself, by two of his own. Unprecedented, it had the trappings of outright mutiny. Yet she *knew*--as did Tayl-- that the Sovereign's iron honor might well prevent him from allowing two of his lieges to take the risk they wished to take for him...and spare it from himself. They hadn't time to argue...action, she and Tayl had agreed, was the best course of argument itself. If only the Sovereign and Soverain would forgive them for it. She took a hesitant sidestep, watching Blue intently. A small rock slid from her foot, bouncing with a faint click that seemed magnified a thousand times. The Sovereign's head jerked in her direction, and again, she froze. For a heart-thumping moment she saw the hooded blue gaze scrutinize the area in which she hid. Even knowing herself almost perfectly concealed in the darkness, it was torture to force herself to stay so still. A muscle tightened in her lower calf, knotting painfully. Gritting her teeth, she held herself in place by force of will. Discipline, she told herself grimly. Discipline or death, as her first trainer and Guildmaster, Estarriel, used to say, and Kelsey was quite fond of breathing. Slowly, the Sovereign's head turned again. She did not permit herself a betraying sigh of relief. By the *Balance*, he was alert for a human! Yet she permitted herself a small ray of hope; she was certain that few Asyr, if any, could surpass Blue's skills. As little as she liked the *thought* of whom she was attacking, she could not prevent a surge of excitement at the thought of being matched with such a difficult target. She did not dare draw closer, however, and the sonic beam worked best by touch. And the Sovereign's garb covered most vulnerable areas. Only one spot was exposed-- a small area between ear and collar, a part of the neck which had the advantage of quick bloodflow, but the decided disadvantage of being so near the main artery. Not as difficult as some targets, though. She rolled her tongue around her mouth, loosening one of the two tiny darts lodged there, expertly managing to keep the razored point from nicking her cheek. With aching slowness, she drew her hand up to her mouth, a small hollow tube in it. Placing it to her lips, she waited, watching, tense. One shot...one *perfect* shot, was all she could hope for. If only the wind would die! As if in answer to her wish, the soft breeze quelled. Kelsey sighted. The dart launched itself from the short tube with silent swiftness, the tiniest of silver bolts in the pale light...and hit. No more than a mosquito bite, if that, she knew, but the Sovereign's tall figure began to waver. Nearly running, she and Tayl launched themselves from hiding, the Kaife arriving first. Catching up Blue's slowly crumpling form with surprising ease, the Kaife carried him swiftly to the front door. Kelsey's eyes widened in surprise. >>The front door??<< His hands and arms occupied, the Kaife could only shrug, but his answer was clear....why not? And certainly she didn't have any better ideas. Sheer audacity had gotten them this far...why not farther? Blue had not, Kelsey noticed with relief, latched the door after his exit; apparently he had meant his leaving to be a brief one. Swinging it wide, she stepped back, allowing Tayl to precede her, then closed it softly, ears alert for the sound of any servants who might be wakeful. Their luck held. Planning, she reminded herself, not luck; they *knew* this was the evening most of the servants were off. Taking the Sovereign to his study, Tayl carefully set him into his chair, propping him up. Using a prepared swab of alcohol, he carefully removed the finger-length dart before swabbing the minute wound. Quickly, Kelsey closed the study door behind them and leaned against it, allowing herself the luxury of letting out that pent-up breath she'd been holding. "Well?" Tayl whispered. "How long?" "About five minutes," she replied. "Anacanth is powerful, but of very short duration." Again, Tayl nodded. "Better than the sonic beam. Good choice, although I worried for a moment when I saw you weren't going to use it." He rolled the dart expertly between his fingers, chuckling. "Silver....how could I have guessed?" She didn't bother to repress her grin. "How do you think I got my alias?" Tayl grinned, straightening, and went to the bar, pouring a large Glenfiddich and setting it near to the Sovereign's hand. "It might make all this go down a *little* better," he muttered. As if in response, the Sovereign's eyelids fluttered. With a small groan, he straightened, putting his hand to his neck. "Wryn--" he murmured groggily, clarity slowly returning to his gaze. "She's safe milord." Tayl said soothingly. "'Tis only Warden Nightbreeze and myself, come for a conference." To Kelsey's surprise, the hooded blue eyes shone with wary humor as they cleared. "Did the two of you ever think of knocking?" "Well...." Tayl chuckled, "We *thought* of it...but this seemed more direct." The First Warden's posture, Kelsey noted, was still alert, watchful, despite his apparent ease. If only they hadn't destroyed his trust. If only he understood *why* they'd done what they'd done-- "Milord," she said quietly, "We want to propose an alternate plan to you. One to free Warden OneStab...and one to keep you safe. Timon is *right*, milord...the heart of Loreil must *not* be risked." "Oh?" The Sovereign's expression did not change. "One that necessitated breaking into Taigenath and knocking me unconscious?" Kelsey winced and glanced at Tayl, silently hoping his eloquence held. The Kaife cleared his throat. "Milord...we propose a diversion. Draw the Asyr in a frontal move with the main force of the Wardenship, as they will expect...and allow us to penetrate the stronghold where Warden OneStab is kept." "It is *not* dishonorable, milord," Kelsey put in quickly, her mouth still dry with urgency. The Sovereign's mien didn't seem to have softened at all. "Tayl and I did this type of rescue and seizure ops for centuries before we came to RhyDin and took up the Wardenship. And I hope you'll pardon the intrusion..and know no insult was meant. But-- think...if we could get past the forces in Taigenath....." she trailed off, leaving the rest unsaid. Slowly, the Sovereign picked up the Glen and sipped, still watching, still weighing. The two Wardens waited, tensely, for his decision. ============================================================================ He picks up the glass and drains a small measure of the amber liquid. Replacing it on the table, he stands and slowly walks to the window, gazing out into the night before replying, "Oft Wardens, things on the surface not as they might appear at first blush. While such at times forces one to carefully examine one's honor, circumstances require on occasion words spoken meant for the audience to hear one way, while in truth another meant." He turns now to face the two Wardens and looks at each in the eye as he continues. "You both know the state of our forces. Since the raid where one was taken, security increased ten fold along the border. 8 cohorts of the 1st Host have it sewn up tighter than...we..have great vigilance. Tell me, what would a frontal assault do now?" Kelsey and Tayl exchange brief glances before Tayl answers. "Milord, not a true assault, a diversion. We can get in and out before they know we are present, as we did here milord." That last provokes a horrified glance from Kelsey as Tayl blushes, realizing the gaff he just committed. To their amazement, Blue smiles broadly to them both, "Well trained you both are and of singular skill. Also, as Wardens you have ultimate trust, a thing not given lightly." Gesturing in a curious way with his hands, a section of books in a rack on the wall instantly folds back, to reveal two shadows with oddly shaped devices in their hands, leveled at the two Wardens. "A year ago Taigenath attacked and I near lost the Soverain. Her determined defense saved the day. From that time on, certain other precautions have been taken. However, you are both known as Wardens..and as such worthy of trust and allowed to enter as you will." Blue gestures again and the opening vanishes as the fake wall re-closes as it if never was. "That my friends, the purpose to my actions. While bluster and threat on the one hand taken, the hand all watch, the other hand takes quiet actions which occur now even as we speak." Kelsey nods, being a liege herself and knowing well that misdirection at times needed to prevent a greater loss. "Then Sovereign, you do not intend the destruction of Embriz and its people?" Tayl listens closely as Blue replies, "You both know me Wardens. Long now you have seen my ways, and those of my Lady wife. Would we kill a city, to save a man?" Kelsey blushes slightly at his words and then answers softly, "No Sovereign, but we know the high regard you hold for Warden One, and felt you would not abandon him to death at the hands of the Asyr." Blue's eyes harden a split second at her words and then relax again, "You are correct Warden, I would not. Nor would I allow the return to Asyr of the fearsome power the covenant represents. That would bring war and death to a land, and must not be. The Soverain, found a solution that is even now in motion." Tayl looks silently at Blue and then replies, "Then Sovereign, you will not allow our talents to be used in this thing?" Blue sighs as he replies, "Both of you, and many others, will indeed be given opportunity to exercise your singular skills in the very near future. This aspect closes, but in its closure new ones open which must be addressed. Timing is critical, for what comes soon frees not a man, but a nation." Both Kelsey's and Tayl's eyes widen at the implications of Blue's words. He places an arm over each of their shoulders and smiles saying, "For the moment though, lets go down to the kitchen and see what scraps the cook has left us." As they exit the study Blue's voice trails back a moment saying, "Oh, and next time do use the front door." � Date: Mon, 3 Jun 1996 16:59:04 -0700 (PDT) From: RangerBlue <[email protected]> Subject: Prisoner's return 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] Prefect Xandur: Trumped you have been by your own arrogance, sir, and such has happened in full view the entire citizenry of Arangoth. You have shown your blatant disregard for your own resident citizens of Embriz by your refusal to send them to safety, and the black heart that lies at the center of all your hollow bleating about being in the right is exposed for all to see. Did you honestly believe that magecraft strong enough to level an entire city could nae also be used to free one Warden? Go to OneStab's empty cell, sir, and see the truth for yourself. This afternoon, mages working on behalf of Loreil have loosened the bonds that held him and transported the Warden to safety through a portal you could nae even detect. You were foolish enough to continue using magecraft to contain your prisoners, sir, even though the Black Covenant has come into our hands. Do nae ever believe again that your Emperor must not now begin the lengthy and delicate negotiations to forge a new Covenant. This one useless to you, for we hold its secrets. Useless, also, sir, is your empty prattle about your own honor and your threats against the Wardenship and the citizens of Arangoth and Rhydin. You have been exposed for what you truly are, and the world has seen it. OneStab is safe now, and your mage power lies in dust and ashes. Never assume that we will act as callously as you are prepared so to do, Prefect. Your attempt to force harm to your own citizens, even though Asyr holds our homeland in chains, was a shabby trick indeed. Yes Prefect, we could have destroyed Embriz, but chose another path. Another thing to remember. You all forget time and again, we are two. One thing to out think me sir, quite another to out think myself *and* the Soverain. That has yet to be done by any. Check and mate, sir. Attend to your own matters, and mend your shredded reputation if you can...and remember well the sword point that was at your throat, and that we allowed you to live. RangerBlue First Warden Sovereign of Loreil � Date: Mon, 3 Jun 1996 20:19:20 -0500 From: Arianeira <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Keltian Conflict [I know the title is cheesy] At 06:53 PM 6/2/96 -0500, you wrote: > [this is my first plot...don't laugh...comments welcome and all that..okay..here goes..] >-___________________________ >+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+* >-````````````````````````````````` > Part One- Waiting >Arianeira sits in the inn, looking out the window, thinking..The past three days have been long and strange. Zaern is finally gone, but he took two of her friends with him. Tigrah's children. Arianeira thinks of the children, and of what she is going to tell Trouvelle. Her thoughts turn to Darinmar- where has he gone, and why has he sent Dirkin to watch her. Trigon and Kael...Dirkin is a good man to help her...Trigon..os he really a pirate, or is the fomori bounty hunter a liar...And if he is not? what about her family, and Keltia...What about Keltia...what can she do...... >____________________________________________________ >+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+* >```````````````````````````````````````````````````` > > >Arianeira de Gwynedd, Princess Tanista Erinna >Fian and Bandraoi >++++++++==+++++++++ >+ + >+ + >+ xx + >+ + >+ + >++++++++==+++++++++ >[actually her mun, but hey, that's good too, because if it wasn't, you'd really have to wonder who was writing this...oh well..I'll shut up now....] > > > > > Arianeira de Gwynedd, Princess Tanista Erinna Fian and Bandraoi ++++++++==+++++++++ + //----\\//----\\+ + ||oooo//\\oooo||+ + \\==== xx ====//+ + //==== xx === \\+ + ||oooo\\//oooo||+ + \\----//\\----//+ ++++++++==+++++++++ [actually her mun, but hey, that's good too, because if it wasn't, you'd really have to wonder who was writing this...oh well..I'll shut up now....] that's supposed to be a keltic knot....oh well... Date: Mon, 3 Jun 1996 23:32:57 -0400 From: Dave Crampton <[email protected]> Subject: Stalker's Life...Part 10 DISCLAIMER!!! This has some adult situations that may not be proper for children, aliens, cans of spam, and religious zealots. If you fit any of these descriptions, or just plain don't like my writing, FOR GOD'S SAKE, SMASH YOUR COMPUTER INTO ITTY BITTY TINY PIECES WITH A SLEDGEHAMMER BEFORE IT EXPLODES!! Oh, sorry..heheheh...I mean delete this e-mail...yeah...that's the ticket... YOU HAVE BEEN SPAMMED....er....WARNED!!! Red....everything was red....the red haze had completely obscured his vision. Jake could only see the outline of his hands....the red seemed to drip off of his hands, onto everything. Blinking a few times, he tried to clear the haze away....but it wasn't leaving. It wasn't the haze of hunger....it was blood. He was covered in blood! His hands were dripping and his clothes were soaked....there were three bodies with peaceful expressions on their face on the floor. He realized that they were the band members...looking frantically around the room, he spotted SolarFlare huddled in the corner, crying, shaking violently. My God....what had he done.... His legs buckled out from under him, and he collapsed onto the waterbed. He held his head in his blood-covered hands, trying to remember how this had happened. The music....the beautiful, haunting music. It had flowed through his soul, through his body, and through his mind. The red haze had crept up on him as he had watched and listened to the band. The girl with the long blonde hair....strumming the bass notes like the guitar was part of her....the shaven-head backup guitarist....his movements toward the other three band members, seducing and moving with them....the pale, red-haired girl...her inner passion showing through her oboe like no other....they had enticed him so subtly and so strongly that he hadn't even realized what he was doing. After that, he remembered nothing until this moment.... Jake just watched SolarFlare...she was shaking so violently. Her eyes just stared at him, like rabbit's eyes. They were so filled with fear...but not fear of what he was, or what he could do to him. He gently prodded her mind, searching a bit, looking for her fear.... Jake sat straight up. 'Holy jeezuz fuckin' krist.' Jake stood up, and began pacing the room.... she planned to KILL him. She was a ghoul of Detroit's Ventrue Primogen....'I knew being Prince would begin to suck one of these days...' 'Stalker....don't....I'm not gonna do it....I'm not even gonna try to kill you....I...I hate him....I hate that guy... he was going to kill me.... I'm dying anyway....cancer.....I....I didn't have any choice....' Her voice turned viciously angry. 'I want him dead. For good.' He faced her, standing absolutely still as she stared right through him into her violent vision of the Ventrue Primogen's death. 'You have three choices. Die here and now, by my hands, which.....' His voice cracked as he said this, 'I don't know if I can do....you can leave the city and never return and I shall get vengance on my own. Or.....you can become on of us. You can become one of the Clan Brujah, your "master"'s enemy Clan. The choice is yours.' SolarFlare got up, walking her lithe, seductive walk, and walked straight up to him. She pressed her body against his, stood on her toes and whispered into his ear. 'I want to be what you are...' With that, she kissed him passionately....Jake kissed her neck, quickly inserting his fangs into the soft flesh of her neck, draining her slowly.....he would give her the Gift...and she would live forever..... -- Some people already know what's going to happen, but other's don't, so keep it quiet 'till I write it, k? Thx! Oh, yeah, and any comments or suggestions would be TOTALLY APPRECIATED!! Send 'em to [email protected] or be spammed!! :) -- 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 http://www.msu.edu/user/crampto3/ Date: Tue, 4 Jun 1996 14:08:40 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: The Fall of Arangoth (part : Trivia Murders AngelSin) Trivia slammed his foot heavily against the floor of the forest, sending a practical earthquake effect towards Raistlin....He tried to react, but not quick enough as the mound of earth hit hard against him, in turn knocking him and Skylar to the ground, covered in mosses and dirt... Before they actually knew they had discovered Trivia, the battle had began...he stood casually against a tree, the sparse woods around him seeming to flicker to life as the group had approached....the very trees themselves ripped their roots from the ground, the bark twisting wildly in a mock attempt at looking animate... Random, side-by-side with Dayna and Effen, raised his hands, blasting a nearby quasi-trent with a burst of flame, the tree monster, pitching backwards, waving branches in a futile effort to put itself out....the other two paladin-magi were on the same track... Dayna had an arsenal of fire based magics at her disposal....she fired at tree after tree, whether it was moving or not....a small group of three trees stalked towards them only to be showered by a geyser of lava, erupting fromt he ground beneath them... Effen on the other hand, used the trees against themselves, his most common stategy...they were easy to confuse, such simple minded creatures that they were....with a soft chant he would make one stumble, toppling over an invisible rope that suddenly appeared at their root-feet...and the others, fallign blindly over the first, unable to rise due to the stiffness of their "bodies"....they lashed out now and then with branches and stray roots, but he quickly took care of that with the glowing edge of his halbard.... Raistlin had dug his way out by now, sending an explosion of dirt and grime into the air and flinging it from atop him and Skylar....he rose to his feet angrily, looking around quickly for Trivia, determined to rid himself of the annoyance... Arienera, Kylus, and Random's adopted sister, petal, the volunteers from the inn, were already matching weapons against more of the tree people.... Kylus stood strong, his hawk perched calmly upon his shoulder as he swung his holy blade in an arc, severing a trent in half easily, its top half tumbling to the side, still wondering why it wasnt walking anymore....Arienera blasted branches away from herself with her telekinetic powers as another closed in on her, the bark shattering across the area around her.....she even managed to snatch a tree from the ground and bash it heavily against another, sending them and two others down like dominos....petal sang softly, working magic over the trents, two of them around her slowing down in speed and reguarding her strangely.....she calmled their feeble minds and clouded their reason, making them reconsider their attacks....she smiled to herself, better taking a more passive approach than to ...but her thought was never finished as a bolt of lightning sent the trees into splinters, a good number of them caught in the soft skin of her hands and exposed arms and face.... She spun to see Dayna smiling wickedly "Oh dear....im oh so sorry.....milady" she said, a defined edge of sarcasm on her voice....she took only enough time for a bow before running off into battle again, a spell already on her lips... Petal narrowed her eyes, she didnt like violence, especially when uncalled for...but she had no time to worry about it for the trees were still on the move... Trivia danced about, prancing in pleasure at the sight of his "fathers" and their friends battling his toys....but....he may have recieved his evil side from Raistlin....but from Random he inherited the ability to bore easily....the trees were too slow for him....with a wave, he cancelled the spell upon them, the ones still in motion rerooting themselves in a crooked stance...it was his turn to play..... The group raged in against Trivia....the trees gone, there was nothing to stand in the way... Raistlin reached him first, a spell arching from his fingertips, the cold icy crystals shooting towards Trivia and skittering off of a sheild as it flared to life in front of him.... "Tsk tsk tsk father...i was able to cast a spell of that intensity when i was but 3" he taunted as he turned the crystal shards against Kylus, who didnt have time to scream as they darted into his flesh and encased him and his hawk in a layer of ice.... Areinera gasped at the scene, then turned back to Trivia with hate clear in her eyes....petal, now at Araineras side, was already workign a defensive spell... Effen has jabbed his halbard into the earth....he knew this wouldnt be a fight of weapons....he looked to the others, giving a slight nod to indicate the same to them.... "Trivia....you are hereby placed under arrest by the Conclave of wizards for treachery against the balance of magic...come peacefully now....or we shall take you by force" called Effen, his hands clenched tightly at his sides, hating the fact that this formality kept him from obliterating this monster.... Trivia seemed to think....as a matter of fact, he overacted the thinking process sarcastically... "we-he-hell....lemmee see here...i go back with you and face the conclave....they say im guilty.....i die a horrible death......i must say....very tempting....*or* i can just kill you all...which sounds like a lot more fun for me..." he said with an evil grin dancing across his face....with that Effen called his attack, and the group moved silmultaneously... Trivia lashed up a hand and sent petal crashing hard against one of the now inanimate trees, her sheild protecting her from ny real harm.... Effen was the first to finish casting after that....his hands went wide as a gale force wind slammed into Trivia, knocking him back, tumbling head over heels across the ground.. "now Dayna!" he called, attempting one of the many combinations the group had devised... Dayna called out and a hand of stone rose from the ground, Trivia trapped inside....she grinned with delight....this had been her plan and it was the one that trapped him....she would no doubt be rewarded well for it..... But her hesitation to finish the plan had cost her dearly....by trying to think of how she would be rewarded, she hadnt cast the spell to seal the plan.... Trivia strained and sent stone chunks flying across the demolished forest area....Areinera caught several of the stones with her mental powers as they headed for the others, but this distracted her long enough for Trivia to take this advantage...one of the stones grew10 times its size, and Areinera was unable to hold it....crashing tot he ground, a hostage of gravity, the stone slammed hard into her, catching her legs under its weight, then reducing to its normal size, exposing her now broken shins....she cried out with pain just before she went unconcious.... Effen glared at Dayna and her arrogance, but prepared his next attack as Random and Raistlin bombarded Trivia with blast after blast of varying magical energies....Trivia even forced a mocking yawn as he kept his hand high, warding off the magiks.. "And they said you two were two of the more powerful mages of this land.....pit-ooh.....i spit on you..." he remarked as the glob of spittle rushed at Raistlin, seconds before hitting him, turning into a tidal sized wave, knocking him against shattered stumps and several mosscovered boulders... Skylar screamed out as she watched helplessly, she was at petals side, trying to awaken her from Trivias attack when she saw Raistlin crashed against the rocks, the water disappearing quickly.....blood flowed from a gash in the wizards temple and he peered around in a daze.... Random growled in rage....he began casting more serious spells....he sent a shockwave of force, calling on the leylines of the very planet itself...Trivia rose from the ground, power and sparks radiating from his body....his eyes were wide and his clothing starting to smolder....then, his arms went wide....he lashed out a hand, the arm extending and wrapping around Effen's waist like a snake..... Effen gritted his teeth as he felt the burn of Random's magic flow through him as well.... Random knew he couldnt drop the spell....the very fate of magic was on this.....he kept the gates open, the magic burning into Trivia..... By now Trivia knew his "father" was serious in ending his life....even if it meant taking the other paladin's.....Effens body flew at Random, slamming unnaturally into him, a sharp crack as his head hit the ground.... Random's spell was interupted....not only by the hit against him, but by the weakening from the death of a third of his order... Trivia fell back to the groun on his hands and knees....he looked up to Random with a grin... "Good spell....ill have to remember it...".....Trivia flashed away, "there *will* be another time my fathers....and i warn you....bring no more friends to help....or they will share your fate".... Random crawled to his knees, still shaken from the weight of Effens body crashing into him....he crawled over to the white paladin, his head turned irregularly to one side....Dayna still watched in shock, and feeling responsible for the happenings...Random cradled Effen in his arms, blotting away tears of sadness and replacing it with anger....and a vow to avenge his friends' deaths....his sons death...and now his mentors, with that of a creation that calls him father..... ((as you may have noticed.....AngelSin doesnt get killed in my story....as a matter of fact, she isnt even in it....but....you have to admit.....it made you look didnt it? hehehehehehehe....thats one way to get you to read my stories <eg>)) Date: Tue, 04 Jun 1996 16:36:26 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: BIO'S & PICS ::Pulls up in her new convertable mustang....((Ok, it's not NEW it's an 89 but it's new to me >:P)) **Vroooom Vrooom** ~HONK HONK!!~ "Get outta my way you putz!!.. Oh..hello folks" ::Smiles and hops out of the car without opening the door..catches her foot on the door handle and falls flat on her face:: "I'm gonna have to work on that dismount..hmmph" ::Brushes the dirt and gravel off herself and walks behind a dressing screen..Her clothes fling over the top and she reappears out the other end IC:: Greetings citizens of Arangoth and visitors, Regarding Bio's and Pic's..ok yes some of you have been waiting forever :( I'm sorry..but I get so many damn emails a day they get lost in the shuffle..SO, What I'm going to do is make myself another email address where you can send them to..that way I will have another mailbox for that only so they won't get lost... anyone who hasn't gotten their bio & pic up yet and has sent it please send it again and send it to: [email protected] Hopefully this will eliminate the problems I've had in the past.. Thanks! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her Royal Majesty | AngelSin | Queen of Arangoth | @---}---}--------- | --------------------------------- | http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm | Official Web Site for the #BLKDRAGON*Inn!! | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Date: Tue, 4 Jun 1996 18:45:15 -0500 From: [email protected] (Gail R. Colby) Subject: Okee..hmmmm...lets get the bloody Guild schtuffs off the mailing list..please..it's really driving poor Eudora batty..;) thanx.. Seregon Date: 4 Jun 1996 20:47:20 EDT From: [email protected] Subject: Re: A painful conclusion BL>Arangoth is for Sale?? Well if there are no takers I will buy it :) BL>~lil ol' me I'll start the bidding off at... oh never mind, KenderWolf just picked up the deed of ownership... There goes the neighborhood... <g> Wolfie`s Kender-like mun Date: Tue, 4 Jun 1996 18:03:03 -0700 (PDT) From: Sylvia <[email protected]> Subject: RandoM's stories Steve darlin just a question but...are you on vacation from work? Because it seems that you have WAYYYYYY too much time on your hands! try sleeping once in a while luv <g> Syl ~lil ol' me Date: 4 Jun 1996 21:17:08 EDT From: [email protected] Subject: Re: EBIL question BL>MARLON BRANDO?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! I'm gonna bring all my movie buff friends BL>online to kill you now. Your life is forfeit! BL> BrAd PlUmB As I recall, this was a personal question... I can't stand Marlon Brando, especially in "Streetcar Named Desire"... And FYI I am a movie buff...Notice I did NOT citicize any of YOUR choices if you even made any... I simply answered a question, not made a critique... Wolfie`s probably-WAY-too-touchy mun Date: 4 Jun 1996 21:23:30 EDT From: [email protected] Subject: Revelations : The Fall of Arangoth BL>((for all of you looking at this, its a multi character story that deals wit BL>a bunch of death, violence and offensive dialog....so if you cant take a few BL>vivid scenes, dont like cursing, or have your mommy watching over your BL>shoulder...THEN CLOSE THIS MAIL QUICK!!! and for anyone concerned, Arangoth BL>WILL be fine...i just like the super dramatic title <g> ... and to anyone wh BL>wants a PC to be killed anytime soon and wants to have it part of this BL>storyline, email me please....as well as i need someone to play a PC i BL>created....shes one of the Magi-Paladins of Krynn, like RandoM, except she BL>serves to protect Black Magic from being overthrown by neutrality or BL>good...so if anyone wants to play this person, email me...shes gonna be BL>wickled-awesome <eg> ... and now...get some popcorn....cause this is one hel BL>of a story)) Love it so far.... And I'd love to play in it, anyway possible. Wolfie`s Krynn-loving mun Date: Tue, 4 Jun 1996 22:03:11 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: RandoM's stories :::::giggles madly at petals comments::::: vacation from work? nope...not quite so lucky....i just happen to have a job right now that is all manual labor and i have lots of time to think of things....not to mention, insomnia is gods greatest gift.....heheh RanStEvEdoM Date: Tue, 4 Jun 1996 22:10:25 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Revelations : The Fall of Arangoth well my thanks again for any sort of praise i have recieved from anyone <g> its nice to know at least a few people read (and even liked) my storylines.... and wolfie, as for being in this story, the fight against Trivia is all but over....im working on the last sections now...so, there really isnt a way i can work you into the fight against the power hungry son of RandoM and Raistlin, but there is an upcoming story i am planning to write in which RandoM will find out what happened to De`Witten and is planning to go plane hopping to save him.....so if you or anyone else (already have a few people volunteered so far, and dont think ive forgotten your names <g>) wants to let me use your characters, id be honored....ill send out a letter when im ready to write it, then ask anyone who does want to participate to send which PC you want me to use and what kinda stuff they can do....with the Quest for Darius De`Witten, ive decided to wait until i see who wants to join up in the story before making alot of the alterations in the plots....that way i can more easily PC's other than my own into major parts of the story......so until then.... RanStEvEdoM Date: Tue, 4 Jun 1996 22:15:19 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: a mun's observation <g> after a brief amount of thought (brief often being used when comparing one of my thoughts) i *think* and i could be wrong, that i have met more of the Blkdragon*inn Muns than any other mun in the inn.... <g> isnt that spiffy? RanStEvEdoM "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!!!" Date: Tue, 4 Jun 1996 21:21:16 -0500 From: Arianeira <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Revelations : The Fall of Arangoth At 10:10 PM 6/4/96 -0400, you wrote: > > >well my thanks again for any sort of praise i have recieved from anyone <g> > its nice to know at least a few people read (and even liked) my >storylines.... I liked it.. Ijust didn't comment.. > > me Arianeira de Gwynedd, Princess Tanista Erinna Fian and Bandraoi ++++++++==+++++++++ + //----\\//----\\+ + ||oooo//\\oooo||+ + \\==== xx ====//+ + //==== xx === \\+ + ||oooo\\//oooo||+ + \\----//\\----//+ ++++++++==+++++++++ [actually her mun, but hey, that's good too, because if it wasn't, you'd really have to wonder who was writing this...oh well..I'll shut up now....] that's supposed to be a keltic knot....oh well... Date: Tue, 4 Jun 1996 21:25:44 -0500 (CDT) From: George C Mueller <[email protected]> Subject: None unsubscribe blackdragon*inn list LadyLisha Date: Tue, 4 Jun 1996 23:42:35 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: The Fall of Arangoth (part : Trivia Murders AngelSin) ((Umm, I know Angel's Resurrection in RhyDin has not yet been added to the Inn's story... Although the childbirth was.. Chances are, BlkDragon would have to ad the part of Angel's Resurrection, since, after the resurrection, Angel had a brief case of Amnesia. This soon passed, and, well, Sufficient Hell broke loose shortly afterwards, causing their departure to Arangoth. ANyway, Has Angel really been killed, Simon would have been out of action, probably for a good few months, since his use of magic in Resurrecting AngelSin, and bringing her twin childrn into the world have emotionally connected them.. If ANgel dies, the SHock would literally give Simon near-fatal wounds matching hers, and, leave him in a coma, due to the intensity of their connection.. Simon has a similar connection with BlkDragon, having used powerful healing magic to sustain him during the twin's birth. Not easy to do.... Thank you, Trivia, for just making it an eye-catcher and not an actual plot...)) Simon's mun.. scared sh**less... Date: Wed, 05 Jun 1996 04:06:13 -0700 From: Adam <[email protected]> Subject: Re: BIRTHDAY WISHES AND KISSES Bryan Hoag (EE) wrote: > > Hm, I wonder what will happen to My mun when His birthday arrives this > July 16th? > > Simon Horus Phoenix ::Mun is rolling on the floor laughing hard:: No wonder people like tot come to Arangoth so much. X) -Adam, just joking BTW Angel. Date: Wed, 05 Jun 1996 10:36:49 -0400 From: Solaris <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Problem... What did you wish to tell me? Solaris Mage of the White Robes P.S. I am an op... if you don't know that already.... Date: Wed, 5 Jun 1996 10:13:43 -0500 From: Arianeira <[email protected]> Subject: Re: The Fall of Arangoth (part : Trivia Murders AngelSin) > Arienera, Kylus, and Random's adopted sister, p.....Arienera blasted branches away from herself with her telekinetic >powers as another closed in on her, the bark shattering across the area >around her.....she even managed to snatch a tree from the ground and bash it >heavily against another, sending them and two others down like >dominos.... > Areinera gasped at the scene, then turned back to Trivia with hate clear in >her eyes....petal, now at Araineras side, was already workign a defensive >spell....Areinera caught several of the stones with her mental powers as they >headed for the others, but this distracted her long enough for Trivia to take >this advantage...one of the stones grew10 times its size, and Areinera Geez..You didn't spell my name right once in the entire story. Oh well...and I got hurt agian...I think that Ari makes more work for the healers in the inn than anyone else...<sigh> ME Arianeira de Gwynedd, Princess Tanista Erinna Fian and Bandraoi ++++++++==+++++++++ + //----\\//----\\+ + ||oooo//\\oooo||+ + \\==== xx ====//+ + //==== xx === \\+ + ||oooo\\//oooo||+ + \\----//\\----//+ ++++++++==+++++++++ [actually her mun, but hey, that's good too, because if it wasn't, you'd really have to wonder who was writing this...oh well..I'll shut up now....] that's supposed to be a keltic knot....oh well... Date: Wed, 05 Jun 1996 09:32:22 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Problem... Huh? At 10:36 AM 6/5/96 -0400, you wrote: > > >What did you wish to tell me? > >Solaris >Mage of the White Robes > >P.S. I am an op... if you don't know that already.... > > > ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her Royal Majesty | AngelSin | Queen of Arangoth | @---}---}--------- | --------------------------------- | http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm | Official Web Site for the #BLKDRAGON*Inn!! | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Date: Wed, 05 Jun 1996 10:03:30 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: BIRTHDAY WISHES AND KISSES ::The door opens and a 240 piece orchestra strolls in.. They all take there seats below the huge stage and begin to tune up.. after some minutes the conductor comes in and gets them ready:: ::The lights dim....and a single purple spotlight focuses on the center of the stage...a trap door opens and someone rises from it..it's Andie in the tightest Marilyn Monroe dress ever seen..She has her hair swooped up with tiny little amethyst gems scattered throughout it..She smiles at you and nods to the conductor...the music begins:: "Haaaapppy BBBiiiiiiiirrrtthhhdaaaay To...YYYOoooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuu, Haaaaappyyy BBBiiiiiirrrrrttthhhdaaaaayyyy tooo Yyyyyooooooooooooooouuuuuuuuu, Haaaaapppyyy Birrrrrthhdayyyy, Timothy Johnathan Fluke, the man that I adore, the sexiest man alive and the one I dream of doing all kind of nasty things to with a bucket of iceeeeeeeeeeeee... ((Takes a deep breath)), Happpppppyyy Biiiiirrrtthhdaaaayyyy Tooooo YYYYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" ::The orchestra ends the final note and Andie bows. Unfortunatly the dress she wears is so damn tight it bursts at the seams on boths sides and falls to the floor:: ::She stands there with a slight blush, the orchastra covers thier eyes:: <q> "Well so much for unwrapping your present" ::Grins evily:: ::Pulls you up on stage, dismisses the orchestra and shows you for the next 4 hours just how YOUNG you are:: >:) ******************************************************************************** Well Honey, I hope you have a WONDERFUL day today!! I will be on tonight about 7pm MY time and will be waiting for you :) Try to get on at 7 so I can dcc you that file..since it's gonna take about 2 friggin hours!! I hope all is well and just know that I love you with all my heart! :X I wish I was there with you today... though, Holly would wonder who the naked chick moaning in the bedroom was so I don't think that would work to well..hheheheh Anyway, I'll see you tonight baby :X I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her Royal Majesty | AngelSin | Queen of Arangoth | @---}---}--------- | --------------------------------- | http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm | Official Web Site for the #BLKDRAGON*Inn!! | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Date: Wed, 05 Jun 1996 10:08:58 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: UM Is totally embarresd um..that birthday msg was supposed to go to [email protected] was not thinking...PLEASE DON'T READ IT!!! sighs ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her Royal Majesty | AngelSin | Queen of Arangoth | @---}---}--------- | --------------------------------- | http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm | Official Web Site for the #BLKDRAGON*Inn!! | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Date: Wed, 5 Jun 1996 10:10:26 -0700 From: [email protected] (Linda Kordes ) Subject: Re: Problem... You wrote: > > > >Huh? > > >At 10:36 AM 6/5/96 -0400, you wrote: >> >> >>What did you wish to tell me? >> >>Solaris >>Mage of the White Robes >> >>P.S. I am an op... if you don't know that already.... >> >> >> >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ >Her Royal Majesty | >AngelSin | >Queen of Arangoth | >@---}---}--------- | >--------------------------------- | >http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm | >Official Web Site for the #BLKDRAGON*Inn!! | >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ > > I don't think that this was supposed to go to me but maybe not?? Moonbeam ( Charlie ) Date: Wed, 5 Jun 1996 13:16:17 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: The Fall of Arangoth (part : Trivia Murders AngelSin) BAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!! see? now had i not added that into the title, i bet half of these people wouldnt have even glanced at the story <g> RanStEvEdoM Date: Wed, 5 Jun 1996 13:22:02 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: The Fall of Arangoth (part : Trivia Murders AngelSin) well...if you didnt have the hardest name in the world to spell, then i wouldnt have such a hard time..i formally appoligize for it and next time ill get it right =) thanks again for the PC Loan StEvE Date: Wed, 5 Jun 1996 13:22:55 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Problem... not to copy Angel or anything...but....huh? RandoM Date: Wed, 5 Jun 1996 13:25:38 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: UM BAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAH AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHHAHA*ACK*.... :::suffers from a brain hemorage and falls over in silence::: RandoM Date: Wed, 5 Jun 1996 13:26:29 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: BIRTHDAY WISHES AND KISSES Hm, I wonder what will happen to My mun when His birthday arrives this July 16th? Simon Horus Phoenix Date: Wed, 5 Jun 1996 13:27:28 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> X-Sender: hoag@suntan Subject: Re: UM Too late, Queenie.. ;) HeheHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH!!!!!! Simon and his Mun. On Wed, 5 Jun 1996, Queen of Arangoth wrote: > > > Is totally embarresd > > um..that birthday msg was supposed to go to [email protected] was not > thinking...PLEASE DON'T READ IT!!! > > > sighs > ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ > Her Royal Majesty | > AngelSin | > Queen of Arangoth | > @---}---}--------- | > --------------------------------- | > http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm | > Official Web Site for the #BLKDRAGON*Inn!! | > ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ > Date: Wed, 5 Jun 1996 12:42:25 -0500 From: Arianeira <[email protected]> Subject: Re: The Fall of Arangoth (part : Trivia Murders AngelSin) At 01:22 PM 6/5/96 -0400, you wrote: > > >well...if you didnt have the hardest name in the world to spell, then i >wouldnt have such a hard time..i formally appoligize for it and next time ill >get it right =) thanks again for the PC Loan > >StEvE > >your welcome. ME Arianeira de Gwynedd, Princess Tanista Erinna Fian and Bandraoi ++++++++==+++++++++ + //----\\//----\\+ + ||oooo//\\oooo||+ + \\==== xx ====//+ + //==== xx === \\+ + ||oooo\\//oooo||+ + \\----//\\----//+ ++++++++==+++++++++ [actually her mun, but hey, that's good too, because if it wasn't, you'd really have to wonder who was writing this...oh well..I'll shut up now....] that's supposed to be a keltic knot....oh well... Date: Wed, 5 Jun 1996 13:02:24 -0500 From: [email protected] (Gail R. Colby) Subject: Re: UM > > >Is totally embarresd > >um..that birthday msg was supposed to go to [email protected] was not >thinking...PLEASE DON'T READ IT!!! ummmmmmm...sorry Queenie..ooops..i already read it and WAS wondering why it went to the list but thouht...."Ummmm..Ooooooook.." ;)..NEway i'm sure we'll all forget about it someday....:P Seregon Date: Wed, 5 Jun 1996 13:19:08 -0500 (CDT) From: Kathy Stracener <[email protected]> Subject: Re: The Fall of Arangoth (part : Trivia Murders AngelSin) I always read them Steve... entertainment... oh gods I need a life.... Soon to be dead Tev's mun At 13:16 05-06-1996 -0400, you wrote: > > >BAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!! > >see? now had i not added that into the title, i bet half of these people >wouldnt have even glanced at the story <g> > >RanStEvEdoM > > Date: Wed, 5 Jun 1996 13:24:23 -0500 From: Arianeira <[email protected]> Subject: Re: UM At 01:25 PM 6/5/96 -0400, you wrote: > > >BAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA >HAHAHAHAHAHAHA >HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA >HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA >HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH >AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA >HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA >HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH >AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA >HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA >HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH >AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA >HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA >HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH >HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA >HHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA >HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA >HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAH >AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA >HAHAHAHHAHA*ACK*.... :::suffers from a brain hemorage and falls over in >silence::: > >RandoM I think that's a good idea. *dies laughing..* *comes back to life and fianlly stops laughing* that's the kind of dumb thing I would do.... <EG> ME > > Arianeira de Gwynedd, Princess Tanista Erinna Fian and Bandraoi ++++++++==+++++++++ + //----\\//----\\+ + ||oooo//\\oooo||+ + \\==== xx ====//+ + //==== xx === \\+ + ||oooo\\//oooo||+ + \\----//\\----//+ ++++++++==+++++++++ [actually her mun, but hey, that's good too, because if it wasn't, you'd really have to wonder who was writing this...oh well..I'll shut up now....] that's supposed to be a keltic knot....oh well... Date: Wed, 05 Jun 1996 18:34:19 From: AngelSin <[email protected]> Subject: Re: None Um..Lisha dear, you need to send this to [email protected] not the list :) Why you unsubscribing anyway?? :( > > >unsubscribe blackdragon*inn list >LadyLisha > > > **************************************************************************** ***************************** 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 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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: Wed, 05 Jun 1996 11:39:53 -0700 From: Adam <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Criminals in our midst. Xandur wrote: > > Exiled Soveriegn RangerBlue, > > Time for my lesson in diplomacy to you. Asyr and Loreil are at war. War > means our people do otherwise illegal and immoral acts to each other until > one grows weary and quits. My letter was addressed to the Queen of > Arangoth. Her nation is not involved in this conflict, international laws > and standards still apply. > > The facts are, ye, OneStab, and your cohorts engage in illegal activities in > Arangoth. That matter deserves the attention of the Queen. You stage acts > of war against Asyr from her peaceful realm, placing her lands at risk with > your scheming. > > I doubt the Queen will send her subjects to fight a war incited by your > attempted genocide of the Asyri people. I wait the Queen's reply. > > By my hand, > Prefect Xandur *ahem* I would just like to say that I was one of the group that was in the raid to capture Rhiannon. (I cared her back on dragon-back myself). As you said Xandr, people do immoral things in war. I am not a citizen of Arangoth. I was asked to do a deed to save a life. As far as I know, I succeded in it, considering we captured Rhiannon. And aslo, as far as I know any side in war is allowed to inlist single-persons to help them out, so don't get in such a twist that a nice blow was dealt to your power. That's all from me. -Arion Hawkens, Ventrue operative, brought to you by the maker of SolCutter. X) Date: Wed, 05 Jun 1996 11:47:50 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Re: BIRTHDAY WISHES AND KISSES GGRrrrrrrrr ::Grumbles :: Happy birthday.. >Wooo pretty Queenie. uh, my birthday is today, too..yah > ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her Royal Majesty | AngelSin | Queen of Arangoth | @---}---}--------- | --------------------------------- | http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm | Official Web Site for the #BLKDRAGON*Inn!! | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Date: Wed, 5 Jun 1996 14:20:17 -0500 From: [email protected] (Cullen Stevenson) Subject: Re: BIRTHDAY WISHES AND KISSES Wooo pretty Queenie. uh, my birthday is today, too..yah >::The door opens and a 240 piece orchestra strolls in.. They all take there >seats below the huge stage and begin to tune up.. after some minutes the >conductor comes in and gets them ready:: >etc etc etc.. --- 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, 5 Jun 1996 14:40:27 -0600 From: [email protected] (OneStab) Subject: Re: BIRTHDAY WISHES AND KISSES Damn... All I ever get for my birthday are sappy cards with excuses why there is no gift or money attached... Oh yeah... except this year I get a new baby.... well.. I guess that means I got the real present nine months early.. <weg> >::The orchestra ends the final note and Andie bows. Unfortunatly the dress >she wears is so damn tight it bursts at the seams on boths sides and falls >to the floor:: > >::She stands there with a slight blush, the orchastra covers thier eyes:: > ><q> "Well so much for unwrapping your present" > >::Grins evily:: > >::Pulls you up on stage, dismisses the orchestra and shows you for the next >4 hours just how YOUNG you are:: >:) Date: Wed, 5 Jun 1996 14:47:41 -0600 From: [email protected] (OneStab) Subject: Re: UM Dear Queen AngelSin, As a trusted advisor, I suggest ye make a nice nickname for the King's personal address... something like tim... or hon or dude or sexgod or bighuge... ye get the picture... I fear the image conjured in the mind of every male with teeth (old enough to have them, young enough not to have lost them) will find it rather difficult to forget the message... Goddess knows me mun can barely see thru the steam on his screen... In Faith, Warden OneStab First Knight of Arangoth. > > >Is totally embarresd > >um..that birthday msg was supposed to go to [email protected] was not >thinking...PLEASE DON'T READ IT!!! > > >sighs Date: Wed, 05 Jun 1996 14:24:55 -0700 From: [email protected] (Eli Arnold_Iii) Subject: Re: BIRTHDAY WISHES AND KISSES > > >Bryan Hoag (EE) wrote: >> >> Hm, I wonder what will happen to My mun when His birthday arrives this >> July 16th? >> >> Simon Horus Phoenix > >::Mun is rolling on the floor laughing hard:: >No wonder people like tot come to Arangoth so much. X) >-Adam, just joking BTW Angel. > >How do I unsubscribe? Date: Wed, 05 Jun 1996 21:40:01 From: AngelSin <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Criminals in our midst. ::Looks at the corospondance:: Hmmm..Prefect Xandur.. Something that escaped my attention.... RangerBlue is a Royal Knight of Arangoth...He has sword Fealty to me..and I hold his interests close to my heart so to speak..You Are at war with Loreil?? I know the good people of Loreil and wish them nothing but happiness...the Asyr being at war with them does nay grant my wishes Xandur.... I have tried on many occassions to be diplomatic with ye..but ye seem to try to force your cards to often.. Ye think ye hold all the power...but ye throw it out as a demand rather than a privelage... I must warn ye Xandur..the steps ye take are bearing down on some thin ice... I know my laws very well, and need not be reminded of them...nor my job or duty... I stand behind RangerBlue..not on top of him as ye would try.... Watch the moves that ye make in the coming months.... for the game may turn faster than the eye can keep up........ > >I doubt the Queen will send her subjects to fight a war incited by your >attempted genocide of the Asyri people. I wait the Queen's reply. > >By my hand, >Prefect Xandur > > > **************************************************************************** ***************************** 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 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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: Wed, 5 Jun 1996 17:42:56 -0400 From: [email protected] (Black) Subject: Re: BIRTHDAY WISHES AND KISSES I'll tell you what happens i kick your ass...... > > >Hm, I wonder what will happen to My mun when His birthday arrives this >July 16th? > >Simon Horus Phoenix > > > > Date: Wed, 5 Jun 1996 15:56:28 -0600 From: [email protected] (Xandur) Subject: Criminals in our midst. 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], @bnbcomp.net, [email protected] Queen AngelSin, Events of this week past prove intolerable. From your boarders, Asyr was invaded on two occasions. Warden and First Knight OneStab lead a raid against my people, from your lands. He is responsible for death and mayhem in Asyr. He was rightfully condemned by the laws of Asyr, I believe your laws would be no different. How would you react if my Asyri Guard invaded your Arangoth, killed your knights, and stole your children? You would certainly demand their heads, and rightfully so. Warden OneStab is guilty of these crimes against Asyr. I request is extradition immediately. Also from your land, a group was organized that abducted Rhiannonn. As slavery is a crime in Arangoth, and the prisioner is known to have been within Arangoth boarders, those involved in the raid are also guilty of crimes against Asyr and Arangoth. I propose a joint effort to snare the outlaws. I await your reply and your plan of action against these mobsters that darken our lands. By my hand, Prefect Xandur Date: Wed, 5 Jun 1996 17:59:10 -0400 (EDT) From: Sylvia <[email protected]> Subject: Re: BIRTHDAY WISHES AND KISSES OK ALREADY!!!!!!!! Please stop it...I do not want to know what was in that message that was meant for BLK nor do I much care! I tried to respect Angel's wishes and deleted it before even opening it...would you all please stop teasing poor Angel about it?? She is embarrassed enough without all of you juvenile delinquents razzing her!! ~lil ol' me Date: Wed, 05 Jun 1996 14:59:24 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: UNSUBSCRIBING- DO NOT REPLY TO THIS POST To unsubscribe to this list send email to [email protected] then in the BODY of the email msg put unsubscribe BlackDragon that's it..sorry to see you go >>How do I unsubscribe? > > > ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her Royal Majesty | AngelSin | Queen of Arangoth | @---}---}--------- | --------------------------------- | http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm | Official Web Site for the #BLKDRAGON*Inn!! | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Date: Wed, 5 Jun 1996 18:12:58 -0700 (PDT) From: RangerBlue <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Criminals in our midst. 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] Prefect Xandur, Once more sir you twist words to shapes unknown. Warden OneStab is exactly that, a Warden. You know sir, the oaths taken. These oaths are binding in all things, and so known before the words so spoken. It matters not what other titles Warden OneStab earns or is bestowed upon him. He can become Queen of the May...or Grand High Poobah of all creation, complete with fez. This irrelevant. He is a Warden, and sworn to the Soverain and myself. The Embriz raid was on direct order of myself and solely under Loreil's colors. Remove all Asyri forces from Loreil, restore all property stolen and make reparations for a generation of occupation, and we will then discuss the legality of the raid and Warden OneStab's actions. Until that time, the Wardens and other's under our banner are freedom fighters against a foreign invader. RangerBlue Wrynnet Blue First Warden Soverain of Loreil Sovereign of Loreil � Date: Wed, 5 Jun 1996 22:00:17 -0500 From: "Ebil One" <[email protected]> Subject: MY MAIL SERVER! I haven't seen any mail for 5 days, I don't know if you'll get this, but it's oly cuz MY MAIL SERVER STINKS! I'm not ignoring ya :) Date: Wed, 5 Jun 1996 22:20:23 -0600 From: [email protected] (Xandur) Subject: Re: Criminals in our midst. Exiled Soveriegn RangerBlue, Time for my lesson in diplomacy to you. Asyr and Loreil are at war. War means our people do otherwise illegal and immoral acts to each other until one grows weary and quits. My letter was addressed to the Queen of Arangoth. Her nation is not involved in this conflict, international laws and standards still apply. The facts are, ye, OneStab, and your cohorts engage in illegal activities in Arangoth. That matter deserves the attention of the Queen. You stage acts of war against Asyr from her peaceful realm, placing her lands at risk with your scheming. I doubt the Queen will send her subjects to fight a war incited by your attempted genocide of the Asyri people. I wait the Queen's reply. By my hand, Prefect Xandur Date: Wed, 5 Jun 1996 21:28:20 -0700 From: [email protected] (Liandria Gaia Archrelar) Subject: Re: UM >Is totally embarresd > >um..that birthday msg was supposed to go to [email protected] was not >thinking...PLEASE DON'T READ IT!!! > > >sighs hehe Nightmare on BlackDragon. ummmm it *could* happen to any of us...trust me. ::franticly takes notes for what to say to Raphtontis when it's his birthday, then emails the queen a couple buckets of ice:: Date: Thu, 6 Jun 1996 00:44:03 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: BIRTHDAY WISHES AND KISSES Jeez, Black, I was just Kidding.. :PPPPPPPPPPPPPP *Heads back to the store with his present.. ;) * SimnFenix Just kidding.. ;) On Wed, 5 Jun 1996, Black wrote: > > > I'll tell you what happens i kick your ass...... > > > > >Hm, I wonder what will happen to My mun when His birthday arrives this > >July 16th? > > > >Simon Horus Phoenix > > > > > > > > > Date: Thu, 6 Jun 1996 00:55:46 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Criminals in our midst. *Simon Hears the Brave Queen of Arangoth speak out for the sake of her People, and rises to speak his own mind, whether it is welcome or not...* Prefect Xandur, Unless I am Mistaken, Much of this began with Events the Queen initially knew nothing of... Events you Exxagerated beyond the actual Facts, and Events you have made Ridiculously Unneccessary and Wasteful measures to Counter, when Countering was not Necessary. No, I am Not a native of Arangoth, but of my own World and Empire, and an Empire I shall bring Alongside her Royal Majesty's of Arangoth to Protect her and her People.. I Myself shall stand and Defend Arangoth, Even if it costs me my Existence... You have Not Only Blatantly shown Weakness in displaying Power like a Toy, but have Also shown Ignorance for Facts in front of your own nose... Should you bring War to Arangoth, I Personally assure you, Arangoth will NOT be the Only Empire you face... And You will Not be the first Enemy I have crushed... Please follow the Queen's Advice, and Restore to Arangoth that which Belongs to Arangoth... No Compromises, No Substitutions.... Simon Horus Phoenix Emperor of Phoenecia, Guardian of Light and Balance. Date: Thu, 06 Jun 1996 01:05:02 -0500 From: Kirsten Miller <[email protected]> Subject: Re: The Fall of Arangoth (part : Trivia Murders AngelSin) I could make a HUGE comment on that whole thing.... But.... *taps SimnFenix, her poor 'Gourry' I'll let you figure it out! *Runs off, hoping the villagers get him instead of her* YES! I've been watching TOO much anime... Especially Slayers... And Tenchi... <G> -- Rue Taeylea Cai'Maral Ruatha http://www.io.com/~jimmie/kirsy/home.html "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: Thu, 6 Jun 1996 02:06:32 -0400 (EDT) From: Brad Plumb <[email protected]> Subject: Re: UM At 01:24 PM 6/5/96 -0500, yo > > >I think that's a good idea. > >*dies laughing..* >*comes back to life and fianlly stops laughing* >that's the kind of dumb thing I would do.... ><EG> > >ME >> >> >Arianeira de Gwynedd, Princess Tanista Erinna >Fian and Bandraoi >++++++++==+++++++++ >+ //----\\//----\\+ >+ ||oooo//\\oooo||+ >+ \\==== xx ====//+ >+ //==== xx === \\+ >+ ||oooo\\//oooo||+ >+ \\----//\\----//+ >++++++++==+++++++++ >[actually her mun, but hey, that's good too, because if it wasn't, you'd >really have to wonder who was writing this...oh well..I'll shut up now....] >that's supposed to be a keltic knot....oh well... > > Read that entire message and your sig, and then ask me why I call you a kender <G> 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, 06 Jun 1996 01:13:36 -0500 From: Kirsten Miller <[email protected]> Subject: Re: UM [email protected] wrote: > > BAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA > HAHAHAHAHAHAHA > HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA > HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA > HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH > AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA > HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA > HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH > AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA > HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA > HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH > AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA > HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA > HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH > HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA > HHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA > HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA > HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAH > AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA > HAHAHAHHAHA*ACK*.... :::suffers from a brain hemorage and falls over in > silence::: > > RandoM -- Rue Taeylea Cai'Maral Ruatha http://www.io.com/~jimmie/kirsy/home.html Keep Sailor Moon alive!! SOS(Support our Sailors)!! http://looney.physics.sunysb.edu/~daffy/sos/ "Let's shake the dew of this lily!!" - Washuu Date: Thu, 06 Jun 1996 01:15:52 -0500 From: Kirsten Miller <[email protected]> Subject: Re: UM ACK!! Sorry!! I don't know what just happened... Anyway... Back to my regularly schedualed letter... *Looks oddly at Steve, then kicks him, hoping to to get him off of the broken record thing* What's with you? *pulls out the program from Scarborough Faire and starts to smack him on the head with it* I DARE you to scream like a woman this time, Steve!!!! -- Rue http://www.io.com/~jimmie/kirsy/home.html Keep Sailor Moon alive!! SOS(Support our Sailors)!! http://looney.physics.sunysb.edu/~daffy/sos/ "Let's shake the dew off this lily!" - Washuu Date: Thu, 06 Jun 1996 09:21:24 -0400 From: Jeff Wrbelis <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Criminals in our midst. RangerBlue wrote: > > Prefect Xandur, > > Once more sir you twist words to shapes unknown. Warden OneStab is exactly > that, a Warden. You know sir, the oaths taken. These oaths are binding in > all things, and so known before the words so spoken. It matters not what > other titles Warden OneStab earns or is bestowed upon him. He can become > Queen of the May...or Grand High Poobah of all creation, complete with fez. > This irrelevant. He is a Warden, and sworn to the Soverain and myself. The > Embriz raid was on direct order of myself and solely under Loreil's colors. > > Remove all Asyri forces from Loreil, restore all property stolen and make > reparations for a generation of occupation, and we will then discuss the > legality of the raid and Warden OneStab's actions. Until that time, the > Wardens and other's under our banner are freedom fighters against a foreign > invader. > > RangerBlue Wrynnet Blue > First Warden Soverain of Loreil > Sovereign of Loreil > how do I get Black dragon to stop sending me these messages? Date: Thu, 06 Jun 1996 09:53:45 -0400 From: Jeff Wrbelis <[email protected]> Subject: Re: None AngelSin wrote: > > Um..Lisha dear, > > you need to send this to [email protected] not the list :) > > Why you unsubscribing anyway?? > > :( > > > > > > >unsubscribe blackdragon*inn list > >LadyLisha > > > > > > > **************************************************************************** > ***************************** > 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 > ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ > 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! Waaayyy too many messages... Date: Thu, 06 Jun 1996 10:49:37 -0400 From: Ash <[email protected]> Subject: Macros and Generations... *Mun pushes Character back and steps up to the front.. * I would like to add a generation to Steve's list of them... 7th Generation - the longest most pointless macros known to man! And.. besides just ENTRANCE macros.. they have LONG like 5 lines or more macros/typing to do simple things like sip wine, or look around?? What is the deal here? I msged one such person as my @'s let since others were complaining and they had no idea why this could be a problem?? *SIGH* Oh well.. BTW If i've msg'ed u about your entrance macro being over the 3 line limit.. know i do that to EVERYONE adn i edited my own ;) .. And i got accused by someone else for just "picking on them" thats a lie! And i took offense in a way cause i try my best to be fair.. oh well its early morning so sorry if this doesn't make sense! May everyone here be blessed and have a WONDERFUL day/afternoon/Night!! ~* Ash *~ Date: Thu, 6 Jun 1996 11:40:13 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: UM :::::blinks and jumps to his feet:::: thats it you RUE-TAE-baga loving, sailor moon worshiping, fake hair wearing, direction giving, program toting, texas loving, anime-addicted, jacked in, little freak! ::::grabs th program as she swats at him with it in one hand and her braid in the other, ripping it clean off of her head and proceading to beat her unconcious with it, screaming like a woman the entire time <eg>:::: RanStEvEdoM Date: Thu, 6 Jun 1996 11:46:50 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Macros and Generations... ::::looks over to ash and whispers:::: dear....there hasnt been a 6th generation just yet....but....being the definative generation mun of the inn...i think its time to make one up...<g> 6th Generation -- a continuation of the 5th gens marriages, horrible role playing, and even stronger god pc types....i wont list any names because its too damn easy to find one of the mother fluffers....go into the inn at any time....i mean ANY time...have any of you used any of the generations termanology and IMMEDIATELY....BAM...they say ""what? like in VAMPIRE?? i play vampire!!! im so cool because of it too!!! i bit my mom on the butt and she sat on my head!!"" :::::looks to the horrid lamer types that he finds there daily::::: the only way to put an end to this madness is.....we have to nuke the site from orbit....its the only way to be sure <eg> Ran StEvE doM Date: Thu, 6 Jun 1996 11:47:16 -0500 From: Arianeira <[email protected]> Subject: Re: UM At 02:06 AM 6/6/96 -0400, you wrote: > > >At 01:24 PM 6/5/96 -0500, yo > >> >> >>I think that's a good idea. >> >>*dies laughing..* >>*comes back to life and fianlly stops laughing* >>that's the kind of dumb thing I would do.... >><EG> >> >>ME >>> >>> >>Arianeira de Gwynedd, Princess Tanista Erinna >>Fian and Bandraoi >>++++++++==+++++++++ >>+ //----\\//----\\+ >>+ ||oooo//\\oooo||+ >>+ \\==== xx ====//+ >>+ //==== xx === \\+ >>+ ||oooo\\//oooo||+ >>+ \\----//\\----//+ >>++++++++==+++++++++ >>[actually her mun, but hey, that's good too, because if it wasn't, you'd >>really have to wonder who was writing this...oh well..I'll shut up now....] >>that's supposed to be a keltic knot....oh well... >> >> > Read that entire message and your sig, and then ask me why I call you a >kender <G> > > > > 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 > > >I AM NOT A KENDER FINE. END OF ARGUMENT. I'M NOT. ME Arianeira de Gwynedd, Princess Tanista Erinna Fian and Bandraoi ++++++++==+++++++++ + //----\\//----\\+ + ||oooo//\\oooo||+ + \\==== xx ====//+ + //==== xx === \\+ + ||oooo\\//oooo||+ + \\----//\\----//+ ++++++++==+++++++++ [actually her mun, but hey, that's good too, because if it wasn't, you'd really have to wonder who was writing this...oh well..I'll shut up now....] that's supposed to be a keltic knot....oh well... [*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*] Date: Thu, 06 Jun 1996 21:00:43 From: AngelSin <[email protected]> Subject: Greetings Greetings Citizens of Arangoth etc.., Just a little announcement on some changes to the web page. First off I'de like to announce the GRAND opening of our Royal Art Gallery! Found at http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/gallery.htm or thru the home page.. The art gallery will display ORIGINAL artwork done by our fellow Arangothians. The art is to be of Medieval subjects, ie, someone's character, the inn, some adventure etc... Send artwork to [email protected] and it will be judged.. If it is excepted it will go into the gallery and be displayed with artwork by all the greats ((note, it's not likely you will be turned down unless it's gross, graphic or dumb.hehehhe)) We already have our first piece in the gallery now done by Kinneas so go take a look. **************************************************************************** ******************** Our Sounds Page: We now have a sounds page for the Inn, and I put on there that anyone wishing to send in files please do so.. i got WAY to many and am asking now if anyone out there has a site and would like to keep up that page for me? I would have the sounds button linked to your site and have any sounds sent to YOUR email (( I just get way to much and it was a stupid idea of me taking on another task to begin with)) *Note, I don't want any gross sounds, like animals and people and cussing etc. So I will need someone that can scan the sounds for MEDIEVAL type or sounds relevant to the inn... Not just ANYTHING.. Anyone interested email me at [email protected] **************************************************************************** ********************* Members Page: Ok..Alot of you sent in bio's and they probably never made it up.. Well due to my high traffic mailbox and me loosing em or just going nutts. I've made up a new email addy so that all bio related stuff will go to a different mailbox, easier for me to handle.. ALL bio's, pics etc now go to [email protected] This goes the same for anything you might find interesting that I want to put up on the site.. **************************************************************************** ********************* The Realm: I don't know if anyone has even been going there, I myself CAN'T get the damn thing to work so if you want to have your name on the Guilds list just email Tevian at um.. hmmm TEV WHAT'S YOUR EMAIL ADDY?!?!? AND NOTE!! Tevian is there ONLY to take your name for the Realm Guild, NOT to give technical support..I've had the same people asking me "Um.. It says I don't have enough memory , what do I do?" We DON'T OWN the realm software, as it states on the bottom of that page it's JUST A LINK. You'll have to email SIERRA for help :) **************************************************************************** ********************* LINKS PAGE: It's always under construction and I havn't had a chance to update it much lately.. if anyone has some cool links to add to it email them to me at [email protected], I mostly want RPG links so send em along! :D **************************************************************************** ********************* That's about it for now, I've taken Friday's off so that I can get some sanity back and do alot more web editing undisturbed.. Look for a new look at extra features to the site coming soon! Thanks everyone for all your love and support ! **************************************************************************** ***************************** 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 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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: Thu, 6 Jun 1996 17:34:23 -0400 (EDT) From: Brad Plumb <[email protected]> Subject: Re: UM At 11:40 AM 6/6/96 -0400, you wrote: > > >:::::blinks and jumps to his feet:::: > >thats it you RUE-TAE-baga loving, sailor moon worshiping, fake hair wearing, >direction giving, program toting, texas loving, anime-addicted, jacked in, >little freak! > >::::grabs th program as she swats at him with it in one hand and her braid in >the other, ripping it clean off of her head and proceading to beat her >unconcious with it, screaming like a woman the entire time <eg>:::: > >RanStEvEdoM > > And yes people.....he really did that. 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, 6 Jun 1996 17:38:34 -0400 (EDT) From: Brad Plumb <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Macros and Generations... At 11:46 AM 6/6/96 -0400, you wrote: > > >::::looks over to ash and whispers:::: > >dear....there hasnt been a 6th generation just yet....but....being the >definative generation mun of the inn...i think its time to make one up...<g> > >6th Generation -- a continuation of the 5th gens marriages, horrible role >playing, and even stronger god pc types....i wont list any names because its >too damn easy to find one of the mother fluffers....go into the inn at any >time....i mean ANY time...have any of you used any of the generations >termanology and IMMEDIATELY....BAM...they say ""what? like in VAMPIRE?? i >play vampire!!! im so cool because of it too!!! i bit my mom on the butt >and she sat on my head!!"" :::::looks to the horrid lamer types that he finds >there daily::::: the only way to put an end to this madness is.....we have >to nuke the site from orbit....its the only way to be sure <eg> Steve I have one complaint here. You automatically jump to conclusions when you see a new face in the inn, and it's getting old. You cannot assume someone is a bad roleplayer simply because they are new to the inn. I've seen you pick on a couple of people who were actually experienced roleplayers, who had just come over here from RhyDin, but had actually been ffrp'ing for a long time and were good at it. I've also noticed that you will look for reasons to not like new people, they do one thing wrong and BAM! Now while I agree with a lot of what you have said, I do not like stereotypes, of any kind. 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, 6 Jun 1996 18:58:48 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Macros and Generations... :::::looks over to Brad....or silvan as he would better refer to him, with a very unamused expression:::: tell you what.....ill think whatever the hell i want, whenever the hell i want it....and if they happen to stand out in the matters of RPing then so be it...but ill damn myself to hell if im gonna lighten up on someone....ANYone....for any reason....and for everyones info....whenever im "rude or abrasive" to anyone, ESPECIALLY new people i havent met before, ill msg them and TELL THEM, that its my character and im just playing....so get off my back for gods sakes.... StEvE -- RandoM's mundane whos sick of people saying hes not nice enough dammit... Date: Thu, 6 Jun 1996 19:00:03 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: One more thing Silvan... Next time you have a complaint with me, take it up in a personal mail....id much rather go off in a forum where i dont have to have restrictions.... StEvE Date: Thu, 06 Jun 1996 16:11:17 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: SUGGESTION PLEASE READ Ok look, I'm going to make ONE last suggestion to everyone... Please DON'T Reply to a string or add a string for that matter UNLESS YOU have something IMPORTANT to say.. Like someone else said, if your msg isn't bigger than your Sig file then DON'T post it!! Let's also try to keep the list as I originally intended it to.. If anyone needs to know what that is you can find the guidelines for this list at http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/mail.htm We've got people unsubscribing like crazy and some are quite pissed about it.. I don't need this list getting a bad name.. Let's remember that UNLESS you are replying DIRECTLY to a subject, CHANGE the subject. now the subject UM that has been replied to for the last few times has NOTHING to do with the original msg.. Let's also not forget to EDIT our posts.. if you are replying to a post then ONLY ONLY ONLY INCLUDE WHAT TEXT FROM THE ORIGINAL POST THAT IS ABSOLUTLY NECESSARRY!!! New rule on Jokes and chain letters: IF you have a joke you would like to send to the Mailing list..SEND it to ME, NOT the list.. If I feel it is worthy I shall post it if not, I wont'.. Rules on chain letters.. NOOOOOOOOO CHAIN LETTERS!!!!! I see one sent by you and your name gets deleted off the list.. Now, I don't do this to be a bitch, I just want to make everyone happy and make my life easier..I can if I want to set it up in the mail server that I have to PROCESS EVERY email coming thru, which means yours may not make it if I think it's irrelevant etc. So let's not let it come to that :) BTW DON'T REPLY TO THIS POST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her Royal Majesty | AngelSin | Queen of Arangoth | @---}---}--------- | --------------------------------- | http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm | Official Web Site for the #BLKDRAGON*Inn!! | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Date: Thu, 6 Jun 1996 21:32:22 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Macros and Generations... *Simon and his Mun read over Silvan's reply, unsure as to what to make of it...* Interesting words, Silvan, for one who has taken to Despising me no matter what I try to make amends and Improvements.... ((I wonder, Brad, How can you make such a reply after treating Simon and I the way you have? It does bring certain question to mind...)) Simon and his Mun... Date: Fri, 7 Jun 1996 00:53:17 -0400 From: Dave Crampton <[email protected]> Subject: Cursed Blessings chapter 1 - Rude Awakening >Date: Fri, 7 Jun 1996 00:19:35 -0400 >X-Sender: [email protected] (Unverified) >To: crampto3, [email protected] >From: Adam Pigeon <[email protected]> >Subject: Cursed Blessings chapter 1 - Rude Awakening > >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 have always told me you'd not live past 25" -Alice In Chains "Sludge >Factory" >"Pay! (pay) Pay the price! Pay for nothing's fair!" -Metallica "Sad But True" > Deth expected to wake up dead, but he wasn't that lucky. Deth could feel the >burning flame of the poison still running rampant in his system. As his >eyes slowly >opened, they were hit with a bright beam of light. Deth can feel pain >wracking through his >muscles. He is hanging on a wall by his arms and legs with cold iron >shackles. Although >the light was to bright for him to see, he could feel he didn't have any >clothes on. "Gotta >get outta here," he thought to himself. He closes his eyes and tries to >telekineticlly break >free, but surprisingly nothing happens. Suddenly an electric shock courses >through his >system from a metal ring around his neck. Deth's body shakes violently, but >he refuses to >scream. > "Very good, Derrik, you're tougher than I hoped. Too bad about your hand >though, a shame that Kaejo guy cut it off", says a voice from behind the light. > "Lucas! You bastard! What do you think you're doing? I'm your best friend! >You don't have to do this!" Deth shouts. > "Sorry, pal. But no friend of mine would betray us. So you see, I do have >to do >this. Why don't you just tell us what we want to hear and maybe we can be >nice." > "Go soak your head in gasoline and play bonfire, loser." > "Have it your way, oh, by the way, you don't want to try to use your >psionics. The >electric charge gets progressively stronger. Let's start the interview >shall we?" > "No" > "Tough for you. This is an interesting sword you had here. What kind of >crystal is >this?" Deth stays silent. "We found something else interesting about it." >Lucas slashes >downward to the sword and it seems to make a rip in the air. "Where does >this portal >go?" > "To a health spa. Why don't you go under a sun lamp and get a tan, leech" > "Very funny Derrik, but something tells me you're lying," Lucas says as the >portal >slowly closes. He turns a crank on the wall and Deth's chains pull tighter. >"We've also >found it has amazing sharpness and strength. Excellent for cutting." Lucas >walks up to >Deth and brings the sword in a quick slash across his chest, letting out a >thin trickle of >blood. "Yes, an excellent weapon," he chuckles as Deth growls. Deth's >eyes flash blue >and then he is slammed back into the wall by a heavy electric current. >"Now, now.. what >did I tell you about trying to use your psionics? I don't want you to kill >yourself, there's >no fun in it." > "Then maybe I'll have to do that and take away all your fun. Karma Burn would >be pretty pissed if you let me die, wouldn't he?" Lucas grumbles and turns >away. "That's >right, isn't it? One big psionic burst and you're deader than I will be." >Deth chuckles. "So >who's the prisoner now, old friend?" > "Whatever. There's been some interesting times in your beloved Arangoth," >Lucas >says, changing the subject completely. "It seems that your target isn't >being such a nice >girl anymore. She says her name is Isea now. And she has a new runesword. >Oh yeah, I >almost forgot, you stole it from her." Lucas laughs evilly. > "I what?!?" Deth tries to think back to what happened while he was trying >to get >to BDI. > "Well, not you, in a sense. You remember Angelo's infiltration squad, >don't you?" >Deth growls as he hears that. "Good, I'm glad you do. Of course, if you >wouldn't have >been stupid enough to get captured they wouldn't have been able to access >your mind for >the attack. They were even able to duplicate your psi-signature for >telepathic contact. >hehehehe" > Deth strains against the chains. "You're not gonna get away with this!" > "Really? And is somebody going to come save your miserable life? I doubt >it. All >of your friends have abandoned you. Everyone knows what you're really like. >They all >know about the little murderer you have sitting inside of you, waiting to >get out and kill a >few innocent people. Nobody ever trusted you there, and nobody is stupid >enough to risk >their lives to rescue you." > "I don't need someone to rescue me, " Deth grins evilly, "I can save myself. >Apparently someone didn't inform you on all my abilities. Too bad you're >gonna get >killed, you used to be a good friend." Deth laughs and the pops into the >shadow behind >him, disappearing. Lucas shouts but it's too late to catch him. > >To be continued in chapter 2 - The New Blessing > > > -- 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, 07 Jun 1996 00:09:51 -0500 From: Kirsten Miller <[email protected]> Subject: Re: UM Okay, Cait... Since that argument is over with... I have another... EDIT YOUR REPLIES!!!! -- Rue http://www.io.com/~jimmie/kirsy/home.html Keep Sailor Moon alive!! SOS(Support our Sailors)!! http://looney.physics.sunysb.edu/~daffy/sos/ "Let's shake the dew off this lily!" - Washuu Date: Fri, 7 Jun 1996 07:59:08 -0500 (CDT) From: Kathy Stracener <[email protected]> Subject: Mena muns...I think... OK look. This is gettin REAL old REAL fast. I'm really gettin tired of people saying Steve isn't nice enough to new people in the inn and looks for reasons not to like them etc. *AHEM* *I* am not exactly the nicest person either, and I would like it known that new people drive me insane. Especially when they message me CONSTANTLY and ask for ops, aske what the @ means in the first place, etc etc... SO. I can understand Steve's dislike of the newbies totally... after about the 400th one it gets annoying... plus, in general, most of the new faces that appear in the inn aren't experienced ffrp'ers and they can't RP very well. Granted, thsi is a large generalization, and Brad, people like the two from Rhydin you mentioned are a rarity, but can we PLEASE lighten up? I'm just as moody as the next person and this is beginning to piss me off. If I want to be in a bad mood dammit I will be in a bad freakin mood. If I don't like the person excuse the fluff outta me for ignoring them or making jokes... usually I msg them and tell them not to get offended by it... I suggest that all of us do the same if we encoiunter this problem. Ok I'll shut up now.... AND STEVE!!!! WHY ISN'T TEV DEAD YET????? *grin* Suzanna Yeah yeah it's Tev... Date: Fri, 7 Jun 1996 09:20:51 -0500 From: Arianeira <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Macros and Generations... My own personal comment on macros and gens- don't you have anything better to do than pick on the new people?!?!?!?!!??? I'm lucky- I had someone to show me around and help me with RPing but a lot of the new people have never done any roleplaying at all and don't know exactly what is acceptable and what is not e.g. IC and OOC. So give some of them a break. most of them are just sort of dumb, but that's not a crime <G>....if someone is consitently obnoxious...well..tell them. And then the god charecters. Explain what you mean by god charecters. The ones like simnfenix who just sort of do whatever? Or like my Arianeira charecter who has forus seperate sets of powers. Two of those were planned by me and the other two got added in RPing. no one asked me first, but I liked it so I kept them....DOes that make her a god charecter?? sorry about this...been bugging me for a while Do you realize nothing in this letter [or the previous 3] has been about macros.... ME Arianeira de Gwynedd, Princess Tanista Erinna Fian and Bandraoi ++++++++==+++++++++ + //----\\//----\\+ + ||oooo//\\oooo||+ + \\==== xx ====//+ + //==== xx === \\+ + ||oooo\\//oooo||+ + \\----//\\----//+ ++++++++==+++++++++ [actually her mun, but hey, that's good too, because if it wasn't, you'd really have to wonder who was writing this...oh well..I'll shut up now....] that's supposed to be a keltic knot....oh well... [*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*] Date: Fri, 7 Jun 1996 13:19:44 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Mena muns...I think... ::::sits there with this look of total surprise as he sees the last person in the irc-world that he thought would defend him, defending him::::: well...thanks for the assisst...but i can take care of myself <g> and as for disliking everyone....i suppose i can best put it by saying : look up the word misathrope....then point to my name... i dont really dislike everyone...im just saying that they have to EARN me liking them.... and tev will be dead tonight...this last part of the story is complex and i have to put alot of thought into it =) DaeStEvEdiL Date: Fri, 7 Jun 1996 10:47:32 -0700 (PDT) From: Sylvia <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Mena muns...I think... Ok my turn to put my $1.65 in. Brad dear...you-of-the-non-editing-persuasion...I just want to say two things...1) it is M-E-A-N!!! and 2) I agree with Steve and Suz on this...it can and does get annoying having msg's up the wazoo (you can guess what the wazoo is <G>) from new people asking "so whats this channel about?" and telling them to visit the home page and have them come back five minutes later, "so whats this channel about?" !!! Makes me want to just kick/ban them to get them out of my hair! I mean my four year old daughter acts smarter than some of these people! I _do) try and help as much as possible but it rather cuts down on my RPing if you know what I mean...ever notice me just sitting real quiet? well it is generally because I am in msg HELL!!!!!!! ok I am done...thank you for listening. ~lil ol' me Date: Fri, 7 Jun 1996 11:49:46 -0600 From: [email protected] (OneStab) Subject: Re: Mena muns...I think... Just a reminder to both you... You were not always experienced FFGFers.. Someone bothered to talk and interact with you, despite your newbiedom. And the Future of BDI rests on new members.. excellent role players in the rough. AngelSin asked OP's to help new members feel welcome in the inn.. If that is beyond what you wish to give, perhaps you should resign your OP status. There is nothing degrading about being a patron without the @ sign. OneStab, as Arangoth's First Knight, will be asking the Queen for MORE involvement from the ops with new players.. not less. I know patience can be tried, but without a continuing influx, there will be none to replace those that fade away. Darren aka OneStab Date: Fri, 7 Jun 1996 13:02:00 -0500 From: [email protected] (Gail R. Colby) Subject: Re: UM >thats it you RUE-TAE-baga loving, sailor moon worshiping, fake hair wearing, >direction giving, program toting, texas loving, anime-addicted, jacked in, >little freak! >::::grabs th program as she swats at him with it in one hand and her braid in >the other, ripping it clean off of her head and proceading to beat her >unconcious with it, screaming like a woman the entire time <eg>:::: There's only about one thing i can say to this,.......and it's well... ROFFLMAO!!!!!..;) And yes he did try and do the above at the Meeting of the Muns...;) the soon to be dead Seregon.. and the newly introduced.. Nishi Saburo Date: Fri, 7 Jun 1996 13:21:18 -0500 From: [email protected] (Raphtontis Archrelar Amon) Subject: Re: Mena muns...I think... >AngelSin asked OP's to help new members feel welcome in the inn.. If that >is beyond what you wish to give, perhaps you should resign your OP status. I am in full agreement here.. I wouldnt think that the little @ would just be used as a status symbol, or a method of identifying the GOOD Rpers from the BAD... I always assumed that a person with ops was selected to have them based on their consideration for other Rpers, new and old... >OneStab, as Arangoth's First Knight, will be asking the Queen for MORE >involvement from the ops with new players.. not less. I know patience can >be tried, but without a continuing influx, there will be none to replace >those that fade away. Excellent idea.. and I would like to add that myself, along with a few others, are already working on ways and methods to integrate the new Rpers into the world with less friction, but it does become difficult if the new players fear making mistakes.. It seems here as though some of the players are saying that they dont want anyone new here, and if thats the case, then make it plain and clear.. we can just set up a place that will welcome the new players, and will put aside our irritations, our jokes and insults, and yes, even our roleplaying time to help these people I'm not sure if I am finished with my comments here, but thats all I can think of right now.. I include my traditional disclaimer that this is not intended to be a flame of any kind, and I welcome any responses, for or against, as long as those responses are delivered in a calm, rational manner thank you Raph's mun Raphtontis Archrelar Amon The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing <Edmund Burke, attributed> Date: Fri, 07 Jun 1996 14:16:25 -0500 From: Kirsten Miller <[email protected]> Subject: Re: UM [email protected] wrote: > > :::::blinks and jumps to his feet:::: > > thats it you RUE-TAE-baga loving, sailor moon worshiping, fake hair wearing, > direction giving, program toting, texas loving, anime-addicted, jacked in, > little freak! > > ::::grabs th program as she swats at him with it in one hand and her braid in > the other, ripping it clean off of her head and proceading to beat her > unconcious with it, screaming like a woman the entire time <eg>:::: > > RanStEvEdoM *looks at Random as she keeps getting smacked with her braid* Sure... Like a braid is gonna hurt... All it is is hair... *snatches the braid out of his hand and proceeds to reattach it to her hair, miffed at Steve once again* -- Rue http://www.io.com/~jimmie/kirsy/home.html Keep Sailor Moon alive!! SOS(Support our Sailors)!! http://looney.physics.sunysb.edu/~daffy/sos/ "Let's shake the dew off this lily!" - Washuu Date: Fri, 7 Jun 1996 15:32:19 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Macros and Generations... Just a note on SimnFenix, He isn't entirely clear as to what his full purpose is, nor does he know Why he can cast so many different kinds of spells, although healing and Clerical spells were his Specialty at one time, and can be again.. As for his temper, I think a few of us know how to keep his temper down... (Not mentioning names.) I Do sincerely apologize for the trouble Simon and I accidentally caused by jumping into Plots without acking first. It's a Habit I had to pull out of in RhyDin, and I'm pulling out of that habit again here.. *Thanks for giving me a plot to do, Angel. :) * Simon is meant to be the Restoration of Balance who appears when things are going awry, and, it seems he has arrived at such a time. There is another PC, Anubis Thunderman, older than Simon, his mentor, to be exact. he is not as powerful as Simon, but he is more laid back... We'll probably see more of him rather soon. Simon and his Mun Date: Fri, 7 Jun 1996 15:48:33 -0400 (EDT) From: Sylvia <[email protected]> Subject: Clarification! I wish to clarify that: I_WAS_NOT_COMPLAINING_ABOUT_HELPING_NEW_PEOPLE!!!!! Ask any of them if Menolly/petal/Crysalin/Chryss...or any of my other PC's have been rude to them in any way when they ask for help. I do not mind helping new people and I think that Xandur's suggestion of something on the webpage would be a good idea and I am going to make something up for Angel to approve. HOWEVER....as far as giving up a small amount of my RP time goes...that is fine...but when 4 or 5 new ppl are wanting a 'few minutes' of your time...that can take over an hour...and by then I am completely lost in the storyline. That is all for now...thank you for listening and I am sorry if this is starting or continuing a string but I do not want new people to be afraid to ask for help if they are lost. I just felt this needed to be said is all. as one of those who wear the @ in front of their name I do try to be fair. ~lil ol' me Date: Fri, 7 Jun 1996 13:45:26 -0700 From: [email protected] (Liandria Gaia Archrelar) Subject: Re: Macros and Generations... ::The dryad looks around the room and is astonished. She knows that as a dryad, she is of a minority race in Arangoth, as well as being one in her earlier times in RhyDin. But, now she truly knows how it feels to be discriminated against as well, simply because of her non-status @symbol@ in Arangoth:: When I was in RhyDin,there were many that I felt close to. I started out there as a newbie....as *all of us once do* Raphtontis took me under his wing. ::giggles as she recalls the first day she went into an Inn and Raph pulled a chair out for her, then after about a minute was IMed by Raph and was told .......... SAY "sits":: I was accepted by a wonderful RPer in RhyDin named Ana Amon. She used herself as an example of how to RP and I watched her like a hawk. She ignored my newbie clumbsiness and embraced my efforts. I am sure my first sparring match with her was too funny for her mun to keep a straight face but all I heard from her was praise for my efforts. Within no time at all, because of my efforts and the *belief that many of my friends had in me*, I became a commander of the BoL, head of the recruiting/interviewing team of the BoL, and was mentioned in the FFGF Best of the Role Players in all of RhyDin. As head recruiter, I had to deal with helping others learn how to fine tune their RPing capibilities. Some of the recruits had to be walked through the FFGF postings, taking up to 1/2 hour showing them how to arrive there. But it felt good knowing that I could make a difference in at least one person's life without making them feel threatened or any lesser than myself. There is a story that I heard once, I cant remember the exact words but it goes something like this: There were two people walking on the shore of a beach. Because of the unusually low tides, thousands of starfish had washed ashore. One of the two people leans down to tosses a starfish back into the water, and he smiles. He continues to do this, and with each that he tosses into the mighty ocean, another smile comes to his face. The other looks at him and scowls. He asks, "Why are you doing that, there are such a vast number of starfish on the outsides of the shoreline that they will mostly all die. You're efforts are not going to make much of a difference". The other person leans down once again, picks up yet another starfish and tosses it far into the waves. Then he smiles and replies, "My efforts *will* make a difference to that one". ::Without another word, the gentle dryad elusively finds her way back through the crowd and moves swiftly toward her mighty oak, where her lifes energy abounds:: ::she effortlessly climbs up its familiar trunk, pulling herself up to the tallest branch where she sits. She rests her head on the trunk. Her soft, curly hair waves around her face as she looks out over the brook:: ::she begins to reminisce of the days she fondly refers to as "her newbie years" and smiles, feeling fortunate to have such warm and loving RPers to admire during such a trying time for her:: ~ ~ Blowing roses at you all.... ~Astra. O /!\ @ @ @ Date: Fri, 07 Jun 1996 16:57:55 -0400 From: Ash <[email protected]> Subject: The Affairs of the Gods (a Adam P. Story) This was snailmailed to me by Adam aka Vandal/deth/jhaixus/(blah alot of nicks!).. and he asked me to type it up for the list... Oh BTW. PLUG please go check out his new improved webpage.. ;) http://www.msu.edu/user/pigeonad/ The Affairs of the Gods by Adam Pigeon, Mun of many Defender of the Sig! "Darkness! Is visiting me! All that I see!" - Metallica "Landmind" "When it's all gone wrong, It's hard to be strong" - Alice in Chains "Over Now" Jhaixus stood alone in the shadows. The end of his freedom was coming. He could feel his spirit-body degrading aawy. Perhaps it wasn't too late, perhaps he could still do what needed to be done before he wasted away. Jhaixus waved his hand and a strange chamber opened up in the shadows. He walks inside and stands before a large pedestal. Floating above the pedestal is a bluestone, but the stone isn't normal. Shadows swirled around and inside it.Crackles of black lightning whipped across its surface. It had been childs play to get. At that time the plan seemed so clear. But that was over 20,0000 yrs ago. Now his spirit-body began to waste away he truly understood the futility of it all. The shadows were never meant to be unifified. the war was meant to be everlasting. What kind of god would he be anyway? if he coudlnt' even acquire the all the spell components, how was he supposed to rule a universe? all that had been left was one single component. He had been waiting for centuries until the right child was born. And now elise was finally here. All he had to do was take 3 drops of blood... that's all... 3 drops. "No rational parent would let ye near a child" Jhiaxus chuckles to himself as he remembers Sir OneStab's words. How could any sentient being caue harm to a s child? The madness is gone now. No longer living inside of Vandal and releasing to him the spirit ruby had changed him. he realized al the evi he had wrought upon innocents. There was no longer any way to atone his crimes except to release his spirit to Vandal to do with as he would in order to combat the Storm. The shadwos would follow him no longer. He looked around himself, the shadows scurrying about on thier own doing as they would. Suddenly a scrying mirror appeared and showed a scene of Elise in a grassy field, playing by herself, with no supervision around. "Such a sweet child," Jhiaxus though to himself, "This would have been the perfect opportunity to take her, but it is to late now. Wouldn' it be ironic if she was the Child of Victory taht Vandal is searching for?" Jhiaxus chuckles a little. "Perhaps one day vandl will free me and I will be able to complete my goals and save the shadows from the destrucion they are causing to themselves. Perhaps someday I shall be able to rescue you, my dear Ariella. Someday we will be together again. But will you remember me after all these centuries apart?" Jhiaxus's body starts to fade even more "Why does it have to be this way? IF only I had another day, I could get 3 drops of blood from the child Elise, and everything could be set right. Now it is to late. I pray the shadow universe does not fall to any usurper while I am gone, that i might try to continue my work." The scrying mirror switches scenes and shows a darkened chamber, a beautiful blonde-haired woman sitting on a bed. Tears come to Jhiaxus's eyes as he watches the woman and stretches out a hand to the mirror the image fades away. "No! Why only now have I been allowed to see her? When I can do nothing!" Jhiaxus collapses to the floor, no longer being able to hold himself up. Tears roll freely down his face now. He weeps for a purpose lost, a world lost, and a love lost as his body fades into total nothingness... The End. ~* Ash *~ Date: Fri, 07 Jun 1996 17:10:38 -0400 From: Ash <[email protected]> Subject: the BLAHING of the @'s okay! i STarted the Macros and Generations line! Partly as a joke to Steve.. who is btw being flamed by Brad..which i am also on Steve's side.. ;) but I also said it to make a point! I happen to be the Newbie help person..even though my own abscense from the inn has unfortunatly shifted that onto others.. BUT anyone in the channel..whether they have a @ beside thier nick or not can help peolpe! and MOST of the @s are very nice to newbies as a whole! But as Sylvia says, its nice to sit here and talk pretty, but after you've dealt with someone for 4 hours who didn't know what pkzip was and they don't even need to be doing anything but LEARNING how to use their software.. it gets trying! I have no problem with helping people, but when i get msg'd saying i'mpicking on you, or that i'm unfair, or that blah blah blah..or get cussed at for telling them to go to the mirc help channel.. it makes one kinda not that willing to go help, but we all do, and BTW Liandria, i was just rereading some of my logs, of my FIRST time in the inn.. and coicendently, *peers at brad* Steve as Daedil was the first person to be nice to me and still to this day helps me to be a better rp'er! I didn't know alot about D&D at all..and was a VERY novice rp'er..and he helped me act drow.. ;) and inform me of all the other numerous things, as did Petal, and Raz did too on the Drow thing..as did EVERYONE..we were small then! :) And i think we still do today! Maybe it isn't so much personal help as it used to be, but people are getting ruder and the inn is BIGGER! You can't take an hour to help someone if you only have 3 hours online to rp yourself! Well i'm rambling again, but i would like to say i have no animosity to newbies and i'm proud to be an op.. i think web page material is a wonderful thing! :) as to God pcs, i'd like to ask Steve permission to post a commentary he wrote that i have as a txt file on GOD PC's.. well.. i'll take this time to say THANK YOU! to Steve, Sylvia, Cameron.. EVERYONE who helped me! :) ((And when u have nice people who thank you after spending 1 hour helping them it makes it better.. :) )) May God Bless you all and may you all hve WONDERFUL day/eves/nights! Skylar's mun.. ~* Ash *~ Date: Fri, 7 Jun 1996 18:13:24 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: the BLAHING of the @'s As for *me* not being nice to all of the newbies...i say funk that.....most of the time my name is at the top of the ops lists because i put ^'s around the name RandoM or Daedil....so i get SO many fragging messages from all kinds of people, newbies and others from different channels and rhydin who are in the inn for the first time....ive helped SO many people with SO many things and NEVER mind answering questions....BUT....im NOT going to sit back and be sweet and lovable to them IC cause it just doesnt fit my character....and as ive stated, when i am a little rude or abrasive, i msg people and let them knwo im just playing....if anything, i'm doing my part in accepting them by even NOTICING them, which i might add alot of ther people dont do.....ive seen alot of regulars just ignore the people if they arent in the mood to talk to anyone new...hell....if we all did that, we wouldnt be where the inn was today....and its complains like this that get people de-opped in the first place (and i wont say any names ... grrrr...) because all we ever hear about this is the BAD sides of how people act....noone ever writes in to say "there was this one person *anyname* who helped me greatly in being assimilated into the workings of thr RPing of your inn" because its so much easier to go out of your way to write something when you are all ticked off about it.... Thanks Ash for the praise, seems much needed after the total *burn* ive recieved lately...but, you all know me....i dont have any troubles...i just cause 'em.....so until whenever the hell i can get on irc, im off like a herd of wild turtles.... DaeStEvEdiL ShadowLottShisper -- Masterful Mun of Mischief, Court Jester of Arangoth (and soon to be a knight if i have anything to do with it<g>), Red Quasi-Paladin Magi of Lunitari, Holder of the Infamous Rutabaga of Vecna, Guy Who Just Got Reallyt Mad Cause He Made It to the Last Guy on Souls Edge and Lost and Had No More Quarters, **deep breath** ok...im gonna quit now.... Date: Fri, 7 Jun 1996 18:18:28 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: UM ::::grins to roo as she tries to save her hair by reattachment::: you know roo....ive always liked it when you get mad...yer just so....cute <g>....but....if you *must* replace yer hair....then here... ::::hands Roo some Rogaine::::: this should help <eg> DaeStEvEdiL Date: Fri, 7 Jun 1996 20:34:45 -0700 (PDT) From: RangerBlue <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Mena muns...I think... Cc: [email protected] Perhaps not my place to interject in this string. I am not an OP, but also am not new to the ways of RP. Some of you know the function I perform here, as well as Rhydin. Questions all the time I get, and never have a screen without at least one msg on it. 30 pieces of mail a day a slow one, and I refer not to those one liners "Yeah..so and so..got for it." sort of things. I speak this only to offer basis for the following. No matter how a person feels or what kind of a day they are having, the one that inquires or writes...their words important to them. A person can be terribly hurt, by a single callous or unthinking action. I have been so hurt in the BDI more than once, by those who I am sure have no clue the result of their words or acts. I am not referring to RP either, but simple courtesy of one person to another. So, I am little there anymore. Others, do the same over time and a hemmorage of new blood that could help the BDI, goes elsewhere. I have seen this scenario repeated in 8 separate RP Inns over the past few years. All, are now gone. Old, established gamers become wrapped within their themes and friends, as is normal, but then do not extend a welcoming hand. Time passes, themes change or die, old gamers move, lose accounts, get tired of it..whatever...and the establishment goes away. This may or may not be the fate of the BDI, that for the people that frequent it to determine. However, unless it recognized that there is nothing more important than ensuring a steady stream of creativity and energy, then the eventual fate is sealed. Any trend can be reversed if there is a will to do it. I hope my words taken as those from one who wishes you well and hopes for your success. In such a hope they were offered. Good luck. RangerBlue Date: Sat, 8 Jun 1996 01:25:31 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Revelations : The Fall of Arangoth (epilogue) In a small cottage, high within the mountain range to the west of Arangoth lived a woman....she wasnt old...or horrible to look at....she hadnt even chose to live here alone....the man who had left her here told her that she could stay here as long as she wished....she could see the countryside below....she had been there once....on the day she had met the mage who had brought her here....he had taken her here....he used her like a whore, raping her time and time again, until he had apparently grown tired of her....then...one day....after weeks of being stuck in the cabin, he stopped coming back....the evil man had just disappeared....she decided she would leave....she didnt fear him anymore, only the solitude of these mountains....and she would leave....as soon as she was in condition to do so....as soon as the child was born..... ((well people...that's it....the end of my story...for now anyways.....so if you have read all or just one or two of the parts, id love to hear what everyone thought of it....okies...off liek a prom dress....)) Dae StEvE diL Date: Fri, 7 Jun 1996 23:11:28 -0700 (PDT) From: Brad Plumb <[email protected]> Subject: ok: clarification I was not in any way attempting to flame Steve, and I apologize to him. I'm simply saying that you can't assume someone is gonna be an idiot just because they are new. If the newbie asks like an idiot that's ok but not all newbies are bad. As a matter of fact I have defended Steve when people have complained about him. Steve, I was simply suggesting you tone it down a little and not jump to conclusions, if my words came off a little harsh, again I apologize. 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, 08 Jun 1996 04:17:23 -0500 From: Jimmie Bragdon <[email protected]> Subject: Helping Newbies, etc.. I've been sitting here for the past half hour or so, reading the list, and the favorite topic seems to be the helping (or not) of newbies to the inn. Yes, we were all newbies at one time, and yes, some newbies come off irritating and demanding that you drop everything for them. Both are good points. But think of this, if we didn't make an honest attempt to try and help out as many of the newbies that we could that came along, we wouldn't be near the size we are today. I run the bot and I've been doing some figuring: The bot (Dulcy or Horace- ) "knows" about 160 people, and at any given time, I have noticed that less than half the people on the channel are recognized by the bot. Now that puts us at roughly 300 members of the inn, and we get new ones each day. (*old geezer generation mode kicking in*) Back when I first got here, I would guess we had about 30 to 60 members max, and never more than 8 in the inn, most of us were from other roleplaying channels that we had become unsatisfied with for some reason or another, so most of us had some experience in roleplaying. (*End old geezer mode*) Since then, we have grown tremendously, and an increasing number of the people were completely new to roleplaying, irc, or even the internet and computers. So if some people seem to be finding it harder to want to devote thier time to helping remember, there are almost 10 times as many people now, and some of us have helped the bulk of our current 300 users at one point or another. Trust me, I do tech support for a living right now, and sometimes you really do need to take a break for a few days. For those of you missing my characters on the channel, I hope to get back to roleplaying soon, but I've fallen into a deeper trap than most, keeping the bot up to date and making it do everything we want it to (and then answering questions about that :) ) So, I'll see on online soon, i hope. Well, thats my two cents, or close, I may have miscounted, it's late and im tired, Goodnight. -TheRaven --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mein of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door- Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door- Perched, and sat, and nothing more. ---(To work on the bot, forevermore...)--- --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sat, 08 Jun 1996 10:16:42 From: AngelSin <[email protected]> Subject: Muns, Newbies, Flamers and my tierd ass at 2am Ok, A:) Newbies are hard to deal with BUT we have ALL been one at one time and SOMEONE out there took pitty on our pathetic butts. Once in Worlds away I was LOST, and someone came outta no where gave me cybercash and gave me a tour for 3 hours.. It was great... I asked her how I could ever repay her and she said "When someone comes along that needs help, do the same for them as I have for you today" .. That was it... So I did.. I helped someone who was very grateful and told her the same rule.. I understand that newbies can be trying..Support is NOT an easy job..I do it all day and deal with some really SLOW people.. Might I make a suggestion.. If someone asks you for help tell them this: "Ok, I'de be more than happy to help but I must let you know a few things, I'm here to help you with sending you in the right direction, I can only help you with general questions about THIS Inn and Roleplaying.. Please check the Inn's web site at ((address)) and take some time to read up so it will help you better understand us." or whatever.. The Pages are in the middle of some serious overhalling.. As someone suggested a bigger help page that too is in the works..anyone that would like to contribute to it is welcome. B:) As far as this generations stuff, it may or may not be true...and it was kind of a humorous thing I realize but picture that you've just started on the internet, you come upon a page about roleplaying and you LOVE the idea.. You sign up on the mailing list, get your software, and even start writing up a bio for yourself.. Your pretty much clueless but by the look of the page, "Hey these are great people, I want to be a part of this thing" , then you show up at the inn, try your hardest to fit in..then suddenly on the mailing list someone is describing YOU.. you think "Hey, I did something like that the other day...they think I'm an idiot" :( You either try harder, get pissed, or feel real bad. When all you wanted to do is have the fun that was described on the page, and saw others having.. This concerns me.. I not only want the Inn to thrive, but I want people to get something out of it.. What I've gotten, FRIENDS, and a growth in imagination, laughter, joy and Love.. I've had alot of complaints as there being CLICKS in the Inn, and that I suppose it unavoidable, some of us click together in groups, some don't and that's fine.. we don't have to like everyone, that's an impossible task..BUT, we don't have to ridicule those newcomers here on the list, that's not what this was set up for. Every new person or even oldcomer that joins us in the Inn deserves the same respect that I myself get or any of us oldtimers.. I DON'T want Arangoth turning into another Rhydin, and that's exactly where it is headed.. You go over there now and the only attention you get is from the RDI barkeep..Even if you hang yourself in the middle of the Inn, it would be a miricle if you get noticed.. I know it gets hard now a days to keep up, with so many people in the Inn it's next to impossible...This is one of the reasons I try to Push BDI2 or even 3. On the member's list it says those with a * in front of their names will be glad to help you. I chose a certain few that I thought would be able to handle that task.. If anyone that does have a * next to their name doesn't want it there I understand, I myself hardly get to roleplay these days because I'm stuck in MSG hell.. But that's my job.. I'm responsible for the Inn and helping others so I can't do anything about it..but anyone that just doesn't want to handle that respobsibility I would completely understand and be more than happy to remove the *. Believe me I understand stress and Frustration, and I don't want anyone to be unhappy. A couple other things.. Could we PLEASE get rid of the UM subject, I don't know how many times I have to ask.. Certain things I see coming and going on the list seem like they would much better be going thru PRIVATE channels.. Let's look at it this way, When you send a msg out, or reply think to yourself, Now..do 75 people NEED to see this? or is it just 4 or 5 of certain people that would even understand it?? Then either send it to the list, or use your nicknames and send copies to the other 4.. Also, This battle with Daedil and the others let's end it now ok? I personally dont' want to read about people arguing.. it gives me a headache. Let's NOT forget to edit, let strings die when they should and all remember we all share a common bond here, we search for something that our Mundane life cannot give, weather it be fun, imagination, creativity, friendship or even love.. I was gonna say more but I think I just fell asleep.. Love you all!! **************************************************************************** ***************************** 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 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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, 8 Jun 1996 10:28:33 -0500 (CDT) From: Kathy Stracener <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Clarification! OK PEOPLE!!! Neither was I complaining about helping new people or saying that my @ was a status symbol. I help newbies all the time! Most of them I love to death and I'm glad to help tham... but after the SAME person asks the SAME question for the 200th time I get kinda annoyed by it. I help new people all the time, and regardless of my @ I would do the same. Tev At 15:48 07-06-1996 -0400, you wrote: > > >I wish to clarify that: I_WAS_NOT_COMPLAINING_ABOUT_HELPING_NEW_PEOPLE!!!!! Date: Sat, 8 Jun 1996 14:58:13 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> Subject: Simon's Story. (Had to write it sooner or later) 15,001 years ago: THe Imperial Court of Phoenecia was Elated to hear that the Next Generation of Rulers for their world was about to be born. In the palace, the Royal Cleric was busy supporting the Queen's Lifeforce, helping her through what is often the Firey birth of a new Phoenecian. All were Eager to see the new Child, but, not all were Eager so see him ascend the throne... The Guild of Tiaresh, the Followers of the First Ever Phoenecian, were greatly worried about this Child, for they had seen Signs of the Child bringing Phoenecia back into it's active state of going out into the Universe and teaching other races... Like Tiaresh, they wanted to go out and Rule, not teach, and saw the Spirit of the Child as being a threat to their plans. Knowing they could not Destroy the Child, they chose, instead, to Raise the Child in their Beliefs... Over the next 5,000 years, Simon grew to a Strong, young Phoenecian, showing the Potential of becoming the Leader he was supposed to become. Despite the Efforts of the Guild, Simon refused to accept the belief that Phoenecia should Rule the Universe... "We have a Fine Empire as it is. Why should we force Others into it? let them decide for themselves." Outraged by his refusal to accept Conquest, the Guild of Tiaresh waited for a time to set Simon an Example of their Influence, and give him a reason to Listen... That Example arrived on what would have been the Night before Simon's Wedding. Osiris Wrathborne, the head Cleric of the Guild of Tiaresh, had secretly Studied the ways of Darkness and Evil, becoming a Favored Follower of Takhisis, the Queen of Darkness. Takhisis, for once, followed Osiris Wrathborne,s Suggestion, which was Rare, since the Goddess never followed any idea but her own, and Went to Simon's Castle, to end the Wedding before it began. Simon, and Alistra Isis Flamewing, his Empress to be, were spending a Wonderful Evening, practicing their Wedding Dance, and baskig in the Loving Warmth of each other's Spirit. Alistra also had Simon's belief that Phoenecia should return to being Teachers in the Universe, and had become Simon's Greatest strength, her Spirit, Will, and Love moving him to make the Neccessary Decisions he needed. At Midnight, the Dark Queen Arrived.... Simon was Fully Unprepared to face ANything like Tiamat, and found himself at the Cold mercy of her Terrible Wrath.. His Castle ws leveled, and, Alistra, Loving AListra, was Devoured by the Dark Queen, her Soul forever trapped in Takhisis's Bowels to be Tortured for All Eternity... "Know This, Simon of Phoenecia, Never shal you Know what it is Like to have One to Call your Own, Until the Day you Accept the Guild of Tiaresh." Tiamat departed, leaving Simon Screaming in Agony at the Shared Pain of his Beloved Alistra, and the Anguish of Losing her, just before their Wedding... After the Incident with Tiamat, Another Tutor was Chosen for the Prince, Simon Horus Phoenix. Lord Anubis Thunderman, an Aged and Wizened Craftsman and Teacher of History, was Chosen to assist in Raising Simon to be the Leader he was to become, and, to one day Free Alistra. No sooner was the Decision Voiced, then the Guild of Tiaresh brought up Charges against the Emperor and Empress of Phoenecia, Accusing them of Treason against the Ideals of Tiaresh, the First Phoenecian.. A charge that carried the Punishment of Destruction... Thunderman, seeing the Plan of the Guild, took Simon in Secret, and Fled Phoenecia with him, hoping that, one day, Simon could Return and Take his Rightful Place as Emperor... Their last thoughts of the Emperor and Empress, were "Take Care, and Return in the Light and balance..." The Rulers then Shattered their Likns with Thunderman and Simon, so the two would never feel the Pain of their Destruction... End of part 1. Coming Soon, PArt 2, Simon arrives in RhyDin. Simon Horus Phoenixc and his Mun Date: Sat, 8 Jun 1996 12:02:44 -0700 From: [email protected] (Timothy McKee ) Subject: Re: part one The follwing is a story written by Arianeira,forwarded by me because she is away and unable to send it. Enjoy! Darinmar's mun > > *****In the Inn***** >"Ari, this is your home now. If anything's is wrong in Keltia.well...there's >really not anything you >can do.." Taeylea said with a sigh. They had already covered this argument >three times in half >an hour. > "No." Ari said, shaking her head, wisps of auburn hair flying every which >way. "There has >to be something! Trigon got here. You got here. why can't i go back?" Ari >leaned back in her >chair, a belligerant expression marring her delicate features... > Taeylea sighed again. "Ari, you aren't trained enough to Travel, like I do. >And you don't >have a link, like Trigon-" She was cut off by an ancharectistic outburst >from Ari. > Ari slammed her fist down on the table. Taelyea winced as the table jumped >from the >force of the blow. Ari didn't seem to notice. "You don't even care, do >you!??" she jumped up, >over truning her chair. "You left!!! YOu never did care, did you!" > "Ari!" Taeylea shouted. "You know that's not true!" > "Is it?!" Ari turned and ran up the stairs, praying that no one could see >the tears on her >face. She slammed the door of her room, and throwing herself down on the >bed, cried herself to >sleep. >Arianeira de Gwynedd, Princess Tanista Erinna >Fian and Bandraoi >++++++++==+++++++++ >+ //----\\//----\\+ >+ ||oooo//\\oooo||+ >+ \\==== xx ====//+ >+ //==== xx === \\+ >+ ||oooo\\//oooo||+ >+ \\----//\\----//+ >++++++++==+++++++++ >[actually her mun, but hey, that's good too, because if it wasn't, you'd >really have to wonder who was writing this...oh well..I'll shut up now....] >that's supposed to be a keltic knot....oh well... > > > > Date: Sat, 8 Jun 1996 12:06:37 -0700 From: [email protected] (Timothy McKee ) Subject: Re: part 2 Here is another forwarding... > > She opens her eyes and smiles. she is home, in the grand hall of Aiobhell >Palace. The >golden sunset lights rectangles on the marble floor. Tapestries line the >spaces between the huge >windows, and a dais of copper stone stands at the end of the long room. The >two thrones on the >dais are filled, and she runs forward, giving the most cursory of curtsies >as heir to sovereign. >Laughing and crying at once, she throws her arms around the king, her father... > "Daddy, Daddy! I'm so glad to be home..." her voice trails off as she >notices the sticky, >rapidly cooling substance on her hands. She pulls free of the hug. "Daddy?" >She looks at her >hands. They are covered in blood, crimson as the red emblem on the wall >behind the thrones. >she looks up at the faces of her mother and father. "Momma? daddy?" the >faces the old king and >queen are grey and quiet, their only expression the streched horror of their >deaths. She stumbles >backwards, tripping and falling over the steps of the dais. SHe lands hard >and doesn't even >notice the wrench in her wrist. > a cruel, sharp laugh fills the hall, echoing out from the shadows. She >pulls herself to her >feet. "Zaern?!" she calls, her first thought that of her most recent enemy. > "Not at all, little princess. Have you forgotten me so quickly?" A lithe, >grey figure stepped >out of the mist. > "Prince Bres of Fomor," Arianeira spat. "How like your kind, to attack by >assasins and >suprise, instead of honorable battle. I should have recognized your hand in >this!" Arianeira >glared at the Fomori. > "Now, now, little girl. Do not go calling names on your new monarch," Bres >said with a >mocking laugh. "Although I am rather disappointed that you wouldn't >recognize the effeciancy of >war by assasins." > "Keltia will never be ruled by such as you!" she shouted. He laughed again. > "I doubt that. I doubt that every much. Your sister has already made me her >heir. All that >remains is for you to abdicate your position, and allow the people of Keltia >their freedom to join >Fomor with out the conflicting loyalties to a -dead- monarch." > "Never!" Arianeira snarled. "I'll never turn over my kingdom to such as you!" > "Very well," Bres smiled. "Guard!" He gestured, and a guard brought a >hooded prisoner >out of the shadows along the walls, no longer lit by the sun, which had sunk >below the horizen. >The guard kicked the prisoner's knees, and the hooded man fell to the >ground. Bres motioned >again, and the guard held the man there. > A creak from the other end of the hall alerted Ari to another presence. >Aeron walked in, >slowly, a vacent look in her eyes. Bres smiled again. "Aeron, my love. >Welcome." He held out >his hand. > Aeron slowly walked forward, then knelt at his feet, bowing her head >submissivly. Ari >gasped. "WHat have you done to her?!" > "Done, dear Princess? I've done nothing. She has decided to abdicate her >postion as >heir to me. All that remains is for the current monarch -you- to resign." > Arianeira shook her head. "Never." > "Very well then.' Bres said. "would you like a demonstaration of my new power?" > Ari shook her head. She wanted nopart of anything remotly Fomori. Bres laughed, >sensing her uneasiness. "You shall have one anyway." He nodded to the guard. >the guard pulled >the hood of the prisioner. Arianeira gasped involuntarily...It was Darinmar. >Bres laughed. "How >dissappionting, Princess, that you would fall for a..-commoner?-" he laughed >again. "Aeron love, >do as I ask. Kill this commoner who has so obviously subverted your pretty >sister." > Aeron walked forward, pulling the dagger out of her sash. It was teh twon >of Ari's dagger. >Ari jumped forward, hands extended to stab her own dagger into the >trechourous prince. She was >slammed up against a wall of TK. she tried to back away, but Bres held her >tightly, forcing her to >watch...Aeron put the dagger against his throat..."NOooo!" Ari heard herself >scream. A thin line >of red appeared on his throat, slowly widening to a scarlet ribbon. Bres let >her go, and she fell to >the floor, scrambling up, knowing she was too late..too late..... >Arianeira de Gwynedd, Princess Tanista Erinna >Fian and Bandraoi >++++++++==+++++++++ >+ //----\\//----\\+ >+ ||oooo//\\oooo||+ >+ \\==== xx ====//+ >+ //==== xx === \\+ >+ ||oooo\\//oooo||+ >+ \\----//\\----//+ >++++++++==+++++++++ >[actually her mun, but hey, that's good too, because if it wasn't, you'd >really have to wonder who was writing this...oh well..I'll shut up now....] >that's supposed to be a keltic knot....oh well... > > > > Date: Sat, 8 Jun 1996 15:14:39 -0400 (EDT) From: Sylvia <[email protected]> Subject: Help Dear Friends, (old _and_ new) I would like to offer help in any way possible...reading RangerBlue's letter made me sit back and think. Actually reading all of the letters over made me stop and realize that I did sound like I was whining and complaining. I have not been role playing as long as some of you...matter of fact I didn't even know what role playing was until I stepped into the BDI on Jan.2, 1996 and met ThornSpike and Kiralyn. So, compared to some I am still technically a newbie and I do not in any way claim to know all there is to role play. I do not know any of the different game systems that some of your characters come from, the only experience I have with games is basically limited to 'Mario' (NES)...and Monopoly or Scrabble. OK I am now rambling...sorry. The point: If I can help with RP...(and don't ask me computer questions because I am basically computer illiterate) then please feel free to ask me. I go under the nicks petal/Menolly/Chryss/Crysalin(not to be confused with Crysandra)/and Catryn. So far those are it. I look forward to seeing you in the Blackdragon Inn soon. ~lil ol' me Date: Sat, 8 Jun 1996 12:16:56 -0700 From: [email protected] (Timothy McKee ) Subject: Part Three Here comes another one:) Darinmar's mun > >>> >>>Darinmar looks at her questioningly with a small chain blocking the >>>door from being fully open," Gonna let me in,I kinda feel >>>uncomfortable with my neck stuck between a door and a chain around >>>my neck." Darinmar smiles but >>>stops when he sees her uneasiness. Arianeira opens the door after >>>jolting up from the dream,covered in sweat and letting out a scream. >Darinmar walks in and closes it behind him leaving nothing but a moonshine >>>through the window for lighting. Arianeira climbs into her bed and >>>looks up at Darinmar still not fully recovered from the horrible >>>nightmare. "What's wrong hun," he asks. "I could hear you talking in >>>your sleep all the way in my room." Arianeira sighs and says," I had a >> >>>bad dream and I have a feeling something is very wrong back in >>Keltia." >>>Darinmar looks at her puzzled and replies," You told me you felt there >> >>>was trouble in Keltia already,that's why we were leaving." She sighs >>>and replies," I know,but I have a feeling it is worse that I thought >>>before." Darinmar shakes his head and holds grabs hold of her hand and >> >>>squeezes it trying to comfort her," What made you think it was worse?" >> >>>Arianeira sighs and looks up into his eyes," The nightmare." >>>"Why don't you tell me about it," he asks. Arianeira sits up and >>begins >>>to tell him about the dream. She told him of her parents' death,her >>>sister,the evil prince,and him being a prisoner and killed. "THe >>scarey >>>thing is..Darinmar..You have to know...that prince, Bres....that's >>something >>>he would do...I'm just afraid...afraid for you, and Aeron and >>Keltia...WHat >>>if It's true..." Darinmar lowers his head then looks up into her eyes >>and >>>says," You wanna leave >>>earlier than planned?You want to leave right now because I'll leave at >> >>>the drop of a hat." She smiles slightly seeing his concern and >>>replies,"No....we will leave tomorrow." Darinmar sighs and pulls the >>>covers over her and kisses her forehead," You get some sleep then,and >>>I'll get everything ready for us tonight.G'night." He smiles and opens >> >>>the door then closes it behind him,leaving her alone again. She rolls >>>over and stares out the window and slowly drifts off to sleep again >>>with excitement about going home but with fear and concern of what >>they >>>will find and encounter once they get there. >>>Arianeira de Gwynedd, Princess Tanista Erinna >>>Fian and Bandraoi >>>++++++++==+++++++++ >>>+ //----\\//----\\+ >>>+ ||oooo//\\oooo||+ >>>+ \\==== xx ====//+ >>>+ //==== xx === \\+ >>>+ ||oooo\\//oooo||+ >>>+ \\----//\\----//+ >>>++++++++==+++++++++ >>>[actually her mun, but hey, that's good too, because if it wasn't, >>you'd >>>really have to wonder who was writing this...oh well..I'll shut up >>now....] >>>that's supposed to be a keltic knot....oh well... >>> >>>[*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*] > > > > > Date: Sat, 8 Jun 1996 18:04:18 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Revelations : Fall of Arangoth (the BIG FIGHT) Thunder shook the inn walls as the lightning flared outside the darkened windows....it was high noon and the black clouds that hung high in the air had all but blocked out the sunshine.... the air itself seemed alive and pulsating with solidity as rain poured down on the roof so hard that it seemed to vibrate the floor under the few feet of the people who had sought the inn a shelter this day....most had fled for their homes when the black clouds had been sighted, heading for Arangoth from the west...a few stragglers had stayed behind, only because they had nowhere to go....then there were others who stayed here for they knew this was to be the place of their meeting.... The Paladin-Magi had concluded that there was no way known to them to track Trivia....the only thing they could do was to wait for the delusioned Mages' son to come to them, which he undoubtedly would.... They gathered in the inn only minutes before the clouds had been sighted in the distance....as if on cue, the storm had rolled in, claiming the countryside as its destination ..... now they sat calmly at a table in the center of the main room of the inn... Dayna, Daughter of Nuitari and Anti Paladin-Magi of the Black Robes, sat silently, her hands clenched around a glass goblet of wine....her pale feature seemed to shine out in the dark, dimly lit room of the inn... On her left sat Raistlin Majere, Arch Mage of the Black Robes, and co-creater of the now monsterous Trivia....he stared off at one of the rain soaked windows as if judging how far away the danger was....his white hair was the only thing truly visable besides the soft black material of his robes.... To Raistlin's left sat Skylar, now Daughter of Solinari and Paladin-Magi of the White Robe side of the Three Moons....she shifted nervously in her white chain and new robes....her fingers drummed over the edge of the table, her eyes focused on a sight seen only within her mind.... And on the fourth side of the table sat RandoM, now preferring to be called by his formal name, Daedil...his eyes drifted from each of the tables other occupants....he wondered which of these people would be here tomorrow, as they recalled their past battle.....would he be here to remember it himself? A few of the other tables were full of people, noone here sat alone, seeking company of the other patrons to drown out the dismal mood across Arangoth.... Tevian and Fazuul, the soon to be married couple, sat with Seregon and Kalnotti....their table was littered with a couple of bowls of fruit and two bottles of various alcohol.... Arianeira sat with the Priest of Paladine, Kylus, and Daedil's loving sister, petal (always spell it with all small letters, people, otherwise.....she will be forced to kill you....) they spoke silently to each other, occasionally, one of them taking a glance out of the window and then over to the table where Daedil and Raistlin sat.... The two self-adopted brothers knew that they were to blame for this mistake....Daedil had taken it hard, his normally cheerful mood being stomped on by the reality of his responsiblities.....Raistlin seemed unaffected by the whole matter until Daedil ever brought it up...and even then, the seriousness of the subject seemed over as soon as the conversation had finished....he just seemed not to care.... A fierce bolt of lightning lit the room as the resulting thunder shook everyone in their chairs.....a window shattered as a limb from an outside tree bashed in the glass....candles dotting the walls were blown out by the strong gust of wind as the lanterns crashed to the floor, fires springing up as the oil within them spilled across the wooden boards.... petal was the first to her feet, and Kylus, Ari, and Fazuul soon to follow....towels and buckets of water were batting away the flames, dimming the light in the inn even more....the three Paladin-Magi and Raistlin looked to each other in silent agreement.... And their worries were brought to life as within the chaos of the room, leaped the latest claim to Hell's throne himself...Trivia appeared in a blinding burst of light, blinding everyone, who were all unused to the light from the daylong darkness... Chairs hit the floor as people shot to their feet....weapons drawn and spells already on their lips, the crowd focused their attentions on Trivia.... Fire still raged in several corners, but noone could get to the flames....Raistlin was the first to loosen a spell, and lightning flew from his fingertips, narrowly missing Trivia and splintering a hole through a wall behind him....Trivia responded by striking out towards Fazuul with several glowling darts, each digging into an appendage and driving into the wall at his side, pinning him there immobile... By this time Trivias mind was already at work, he seemed to cast several spells at once, each movement of his hand, each word out of his mouth, brough on several effects... Daedil and Sky moved quickly off his left, motioning a series of commands in drow sign language.....Raistlin and Dayna moved to the right, each nodding as their plan went into action.... petal still fought with putting out the blazes upon the floor, taking the time to look towards the battle as the fires climbed higher, the heat growing stronger....Kylus had run over to Fazuul, trying his best to dispell the dart holding him to the wall.... Trivia looked around the room, a very casual manner about him as he seemed to be taking his time looking for his next target....but as he lifted his hands high to let loose a spell, Seregon dropped down utop him from a rafter above....he landed on Trivias back, trying to stall while the others made their move..... But that wasnt enough time...spikes grew from Trivias spine, erupting from Seregons back as well, a shocked expression coming to his face as Trivia reached back and grabbed him aroun his neck, pulling him in front of him, holding the now dying form like a shield... Arianeira held a hand to her temple and Seregons form was tore from Trivias grip, sliding across the floor to safety....she focused her telekinesis on Trivia only to recieve a similar blast that sent her reeling into and over a tabletop, crashing to the floor by the dead body of Seregon.... Kalnotti raced to her and kneeled by her side, inspecting her wounds....Kylus had dispelled one of the four darts that held Fazuul to the wall, but worked frantically, under scrutiny of Fazuul to hurry, to rid him of the other three....petal swatted Tevian aside as she raced to get from behind the bar, dropping the pail of water to the floor in concearn for her brother and her friends.... ((does ANYONE know how hard it is to keep track of the actions of 12 people at once?? damn....ill just have to kill more and more of them off to make up for the confusion on my part <eg>)) Trivia turned on the four mages now surrounding him......he shook his head and smiled, "how sweet....a going away party for the kingdom....well....i dont knwo about you guys, but i alreay have my present picked out....care to see?" Fire shot from his fingertips and blasted at the feet of Raistlin and Dayna, sending Dayna backwards over a chair, but Raistlin was already within a spell and his concentration unaffected, even as his robes caught ablaze.... To Trivia's other side, Daedil and Sky flared their combined attack on Trivias back.....the burst of energy ripped forth and tore open a rip behind Trivia, force and energy darting at the Mage....Trivia spun around, his hand held up in defense as the energy trickled off of him, only inches from scorching into his body.... "Now now....for Paladins, you two sure arent very mannerable dammit!" he screamed as he whipped the two apart from each others side, them both skittering to the floor from the mental force of the attack... "and dont stand so damned close! it isnt proper!" Tevian leaped from her place behind the bar and made a break for her soon-to-be husband hanging on the wall....in midstride she met one of the floorboards as it tore from its bindings.....the board slammed into her head and sent her falling onto her back in shock.... Trivia smiled, looking to the four mages littering the floor, the warrior woman also lying stunned on the ground....another hanging uselessly on the wall, occupying the priest's time with undoing his spell....he turned to petal who chanted softly to herself.....his smile widened as his hands began to glow.... "Oh dear auntie petal....how sweet of you to say goodbye before leaving.....i *do* know how much you have always loved me..." he spoke, caustically....petal wasnt moved, her chanting continued and Trivia felt his skin growing hot....he sneered in irritation...another mortal in his chess game....a pawn....and she wanted to face the opposing king....his fists clenched....petal dropped to the ground, the bones in her knees jutting out of the skin....she couldnt finish the words of the spell, Trivia instantly finding that his flesh was cooling once more.... A bolt of blackish fire whizzed by his head, his rejoicing short lived.....turning he saw that the woman he decked with the floor board was getting to her feet, a dagger in each hand.... "tsk tsk tsk" he thought... "such a waste of a perfectly good whore to add to my growing collection.....but...one must remember....business over pleasure...." and Tevian found that her feet were stuck to the floor....or to better describe it, she could not move her feet....she drew back her hand to throw a dagger only to find that her blade was unmoving in her hand.....she watched in horror as the edge neared her face, throwing a hateful glance..... Daedil had hurried to Sky and helped her from their place on the floor.....he turned just in time to see Fazuul screaming at the top of his lungs at something.....spinning to see what, he felt hot blood spurt across his face....from only feet away, Tevian's own dagger had slit across her throat, spraying him with her blood as it gushed from a severed artery....her body shook once...then twice....then fell lifelessly to the floor....Fazuul stared helplessly, his body going limp, quitting the struggles against the darts that held him in place as his life felt forfeit.... Raistlin growled as Dayna rose behind him....he looked back to her and nodded once more, agreeing to continue the spell that was interupted before..... Trivia smiled....the principle targets of tonights raid were now the only ones left standing....whirling around, flaming arrows shot from his fingertips, digging into Dayna's shoulder...her body turned to roll with the hit, but the pain clouded her mind....Raistlin countered the arrows with a shield of his own, sending them colliding into the wall and starting yet more fires.... To the other side, Trivia turned swiftly, whipping a spell at the feet of Daedil....black tentacles wriggled up from the floor around him....his blades were in his hands at a mere clink of his bracers....his sliced at the tentacles, hacking off one at the root and slicing another badly enough to keep it from moving....he spun and glared at Trivia, an smile crossing the lips of his "son".....then something heavy hit him, sending him to the floor....Sky crashed atop him and he saw a tentacle crash into the wood of the floor where he was standing only a second before....one of his swords skittered across the boards, out of reach.... Smiling a silent thanks to Sky, he started to his feet as a bolt of electricity shot into the White Paladin-Magi's chest, sending Skylar flipping on to the top of a table, her body hanging limp over one side.... Daedil screamed in rage and threw his other blade at Trivia just as he was turning to take his next shot at Raistlin....the blade shot through Trivia's back, rupturing a kidney and tearing out of the front of his abdomen.... Daedil hurried to Sky's side, seeing a pool of blood already seeping out from under her body....he flipper her over onto her back, a gaping hole burned into her chainmail exposing the black flesh of her chest and stomach....biting his lower lip in anger, he closed his eyes and whispered a few words, placing his fingertips upon the charred, bleeding rip in her skin.... "i wont lose another friend, dammit....especially you..." he whispered....he felt his hands grow warm with life as Lunitari blessed him, sending healing energy flowling from him and into her....the soft skin of her chest slowly healed, the tear coming closed and restitching together, leaving not even a scar.....only the blood and charred links of mail scattered about were the only evidence that it ever happened.... Trivia fell forward several feet, thrown towards Raistlin by the throw of Daedil's sword.....his hand went to the wound instantly, even though he kept his eyes on his Arch Mage father.... Raistlin smiled evily as he spoke the words of his next spell.... a glowing ball of light formed overhead....Trivia looked up in fear, then back to the mage... "It's time you served you purpose here my "son" " said Raistlin.... "it is time for me to take back what is mine!" The ball crashed into Trivia, lighting the room with blinding effects....screaming and bellowing curses in several languages, Trivia raised his hands to the sky, Daedils blade afire with the energy.....within seconds, Trivia's form was no more.... Two glowing spirals of magic floated in his place.....the remains of Daedil's sword clinked to the floor, shattering into pieces of blackened metal.... Daedil turned from Skys body after righting her on the tabletop....he watched as Raistlins magic worked over Trivia, finally destroying him....he sighed in relief until he saw the twin balls of energy, hovering in midair....and then he knew what it was all about.....he shot a glare to Raistlin.... The glowing balls seperated from each others side, one flowing from the center to Raistlin, the other branching over to stop in front of Daedil....in a flash, the balls crashed into the mages, eveloping each with a dull light....Daedil lurched forward, dropping to his knees....Raistlin followed him soon after.... Daedil looked up to Raistlin in rage... "You knew this would happen damn you! All of this! Its all for your damn quest for power!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, the remaining occupants of the inn were focused on the spectacle... Raistlin smiled as his brother figured out his plan .. "Of course my brother....when we created Trivia, we each put part of our magic within him.....now....after he has tempered that power and increased it for me, i see it only right for me to claim what is mine...." Daedil wasnt amused....he stood up shakily, leaning on the edge of a table... "Was it worth this destruction?? was it truly worth all of the death??" Raistlin smiled still and nodded briefly as he stood as well ... "but of course my brother... " he replied coldly.... Daedil shook with anger and disbelief.... he looked to his sister petal, lying on the floor, Kylus whispering soothing words to heal her legs....Fazuul, hunched over the form of his dead fiancee....Arianeira and Kalinotti whispering to each other, trying to tell each other that it was all over....Dayna, the beautiful Anti Paladin, who watched him and Raistlin's exchange, arrows still hanging limply in her shoulder.....the dead body of Seregon lying in a pool of his own blood....then to Skylar, who slept peacefully on a tabletop, curled in a ball, still dreaming of the battle.... He looked to his brother....Raistlin Majere....and without another thought, he spoke a word, flashing from the inn in a rainbow shower of light, returning to his solitude in his tower....it was over....the balance restored.....that was all that mattered....not his brothers betrayal....not the deaths of the others.....the lives that had been changed....it was all over.... Date: Sun, 09 Jun 1996 16:32:42 From: AngelSin <[email protected]> Subject: Mail server problems Some or all of you may have had msg's coming back at you saying rejected.. I figured out the damn mail server has been down and now it's back up so try them again... Thanks, sorry for any innconvienece.. **************************************************************************** ***************************** 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 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 00:32:31 -0700 From: Crystal <[email protected]> Subject: Re: TEST I shall reply because you havint had enough replies Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 00:41:48 -0700 From: Crystal <[email protected]> Subject: A Battel Excrsice with Rhydin I just joined the list so forgive me if this was meationed be for but.... How about having it out with our neighbors in Rhydin....totally friendly like. Just a scrmish or two. Maybe we could call a crusade! ::Suddenly IC:: WE MUST FREE THEM FROM THE ENSLAVEMENT OF AMERICA ONLINE!!! ::now OOC:: Just Thought.... Quickning, ((AKA Crystal the Mun)) Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 12:04:10 -0600 From: [email protected] (TCBRR Karen Flannery) Subject: Re: TEST >I got it. -- Registered ICC User check out http://www.usefulware.com/~jfoltz Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 11:40:09 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: TEST Um, I really hate to do this cause it's gonna generate alot of email but is ANYONE getting this? I havn't gotten any email in days party because the server has been screwed up, but I've fixed it and want to see if our mailing list is working.. thanks ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her Royal Majesty | AngelSin | Queen of Arangoth | @---}---}--------- | --------------------------------- | http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm | Official Web Site for the #BLKDRAGON*Inn!! | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 15:12:26 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: TEST OF THE EMERGENCY BROADCAST SYSTEM i repeat...this is only a test.... BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP! this has been a test....if it were not a test, you would have been told to soak your head in the toilet and flush every five minutes while humming the tune to animaniacs.... Dae StEvE diL Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 15:26:19 -0400 From: Merikus Marquisto <[email protected]> Subject: Re: TEST ::Waves 'n' stuffs:: I'm gettin' it, Angel! ~Merikus 'Owenelae Marquisto Warden of Loreil GuildMaster of GreyHaven Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 12:31:23 -0700 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: TEST I got it. :), Kris Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 15:32:15 -0400 (EDT) From: Sylvia <[email protected]> Subject: Re: TEST At 11:40 AM 6/10/96 -0700, you wrote: > > but is >ANYONE getting this? YES!!! OH YES!!! Finally! mail!! hehehehehe oh thanks for fixing it Angel...I thought no one loved me anymore :) ~lil ol' me Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 12:39:50 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: "LIVE" Cool..it's working..thanks for the replies..sorry for the inconvienece..don't know what happened..in the process of upgrading the mail package..unfortunatly I have to MANUALLY enter EVERYTHING..our users, mailing lists AND subscribers to the mailing lists.. which we have 73 and the other has 445.. :/ Hopefully though, when I finish ((by the year 2frigginthousand)) It should help alot of the problems we've been having..Thanks again for all your patience.. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her Royal Majesty | AngelSin | Queen of Arangoth | @---}---}--------- | --------------------------------- | http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm | Official Web Site for the #BLKDRAGON*Inn!! | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 12:57:52 -0700 From: [email protected] (Timothy McKee ) Subject: Re: Part four >Part Four: Getting there >(*)*(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*){(*)(*) > > "Are you ready?" Ari asked Darinmar for the sixth time. > "Yeah," He nodded. "Are you sure you want to do this? THere has to >be another way to get there." > Ari sighed. "I'm sure. Besides, the only other way I know of >involves getting struck by lightning. And that wasn't exactly >reliable...Let's go." > Ari grabbed his hands and a look of concentration came over her >face. A flash of golden black light flashed before her eyes. WHen she opened >her eyes, she laughed. Darinmar looked puzzled. "What, what is it, what's so >funny?" He asked as Arianeira looked up at the sky and laughed. > "I'm home!" she said joyfully. "I'm really home." > Darinmar shook his head. "Great. WHere now?" > Ari stopped spinning around in circles and looked to the horizen to >get her direction. "Hmm...let me see..Okay. I know where we are!" > "Where?" Darinmar asked, laughing a bit at her enthusiasm. > "About three K from the palace. It shouldn't take long at all to get >there." Ari picked up the one pack she had brought and started walking. > > >Arianeira de Gwynedd, Princess Tanista Erinna >Fian and Bandraoi >++++++++==+++++++++ >+ //----\\//----\\+ >+ ||oooo//\\oooo||+ >+ \\==== xx ====//+ >+ //==== xx === \\+ >+ ||oooo\\//oooo||+ >+ \\----//\\----//+ >++++++++==+++++++++ >[actually her mun, but hey, that's good too, because if it wasn't, you'd >really have to wonder who was writing this...oh well..I'll shut up now....] >that's supposed to be a keltic knot....oh well... > >[*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*] >"dammit, where'd I put the piece of paper with the quote on it!!!"- me > > > > > Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 15:07:29 -0500 From: Jimmie Bragdon <[email protected]> Subject: Meeting of the Muns pics Well, I got the scans yesterday, and true to my word, got them up on a web page. You will find the pictures that we took at Scarborough Faire on the Meeting of the Muns page (http://www.io.com/~jimmie/muns.html). THe original page has been left up for those that didn't know, or cant remember what it was all about. Well, just a quick note, I'm outta here. -TheRaven Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 13:40:17 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Meeting of the Muns pics I'll be adding a Meeting of the Mun's page to my site as well..along with other pages.. > > ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her Royal Majesty | AngelSin | Queen of Arangoth | @---}---}--------- | --------------------------------- | http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm | Official Web Site for the #BLKDRAGON*Inn!! | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 14:08:15 -0700 From: [email protected] (Michael K. Jones) Subject: Re: TEST I got it already!!! Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 21:10:45 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: Re: Abandon all hope Raph, Thank you for the letter.. I really appriciate it.. I agree with you on all points.. It really means alot to me when someone thanks me for the list, web site or channel.. Sometimes I do get down in the dumps and stressed out and think no one appriciates me, get depressed, drink myself into a stooper, go in and scream at everyone...er..um..uh.........................................I forget sometimes how much you all DO indeed care and do love the BDI. > You have earned your brownie button this eve Raph :) 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 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 17:36:06 -0400 From: Dave Crampton <[email protected]> Subject: Re: TEST OF THE EMERGENCY BROADCAST SYSTEM At 03:12 PM 6/10/96 -0400, you wrote: > > >i repeat...this is only a test.... > >BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE >EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE >EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE >EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE >EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP! > >this has been a test....if it were not a test, you would have been told to >soak your head in the toilet and flush every five minutes while humming the >tune to animaniacs.... > >Dae StEvE diL > Animania*FLUSH*zany to the ma*FLUSH*.... -- 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: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 14:41:52 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Re: TEST OF THE EMERGENCY BROADCAST SYSTEM Okokok, I see the pattern repeating it'self..there is NO need to keep replying to these test msg's...Please consider us 74 people out here that don't want them...thanks h every five minutes while humming the >>tune to animaniacs.... >> >>Dae StEvE diL >> >Animania*FLUSH*zany to the ma*FLUSH*.... > >-- >Dave Crampton AKA Dark Vampyre > ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her Royal Majesty | AngelSin | Queen of Arangoth | @---}---}--------- | --------------------------------- | http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm | Official Web Site for the #BLKDRAGON*Inn!! | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 18:18:39 -0400 (EDT) From: RangerBlue <[email protected]> Subject: Fealty and Oaths 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] Her Royal Majesty Alysia Draconoris Muthoris Vostanoth, Queen of Arangoth: I beg your majesty's forgiveness in so writing, but due to the many and pressing duties that one of our high station must attend, a small detail of information sent out which perhaps not was precisely as intended. No doubt the deep concern for the welfare and safety of the citizenry of your realm takes first priority which is of course as honor demands. Such concerns can easily fill one's mind during the current tensions, to the point where small details of past events may seem other than they were in fact at the time. On June 6, 1996 you wrote to Xandur that I was a Royal Night of Arangoth and had sworn fealty to your majesty. The evening in question when yourself and his majesty, King BlackDragon, were bestowing titles I was in fact there and we discussed a moment this issue. I had asked, and was so granted, only to a Warden in Arangoth. The reason for this was to allow legally and by royal decree, the Wardens of Loreil to function in your magnificent land. I did not at any time swear fealty majesty, and this was because I am in truth a Warden. Loreil is and has been at war with Asyr for a generation now. Our land is occupied, our people scattered...all that remains of a once proud tradition of honor and justice, is a handful of Wardens and a blades edge between them and oblivion. To swear fealty to you, would then legally ensnare Arangoth in a war not theirs and force you majesty to either see your land destroyed..or be dishonored as an oath breaker. We could not allow this to occur your majesty. Honor, integrity and justice are the pillars of what a Warden is. To swear to any liege, would sign the death warrant of a people. This is not allowed us. Loreil shall rise from the ashes as the phoenix, or go into oblivion as the last Warden's Star is extinguished, but we shall face our fate with honor. RangerBlue Wrynnet Blue First Warden Soverain of Loreil Sovereign of Loreil Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 15:47:21 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Fealty and Oaths Ranger.. Yes I am aware of this..the reason I said what I did was accually to protect all involved... I wanted Xandur to know that I stood behind you a thousand percent..((Technically that letter Really only went to Xandur)) I am sorry for the distress this caused you..and assure you I know your position and status..I only did, what I felt at the time to gain an upper hand.. I hold you to no oath or promise as to the fact that what I got from you was basically your friendship. I'm sorry for the confusion.. Sincerely, > ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her Royal Majesty | AngelSin | Queen of Arangoth | @---}---}--------- | --------------------------------- | http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm | Official Web Site for the #BLKDRAGON*Inn!! | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 17:48:26 -0500 From: [email protected] (norin) Subject: Re: TEST > > is >ANYONE getting this? I did Sealed by the hand of Norin ± Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 21:28:45 -0400 (EDT) From: Wilson Family <[email protected]> Subject: I'm leaving This is MoonDiver/Wyoh's mun writing to say that I am going to France tomorrow. I will be gone for about 22 days. I will miss you all and I hope that noone forgets me while I am gone <g>. I hope to return to a happy and peaceful establishment like the one I am now leaving. Let the Schwartz be with you! ;) Goodbye Huggles, MoonDiver, Wyoh, And Myself. Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 22:11:09 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: I'm leaving heya mooniekins!!!! well....without Wyoh who will defend Flechette? and without MoonDiver who will i confuse with Moo-Bean?? jeez....fine! leave! we dont NEED YOU! *sniff sniff* :::runs off to cry and sniffle alone:::: StEvE Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 22:42:00 -0400 From: Solaris <[email protected]> Subject: Goodbye to you all... just the mailing list Fellow Arangothians, I am afraid I will be unsubscribing to the list. Sure, I used to like it, but then more pointless messages have came into the list and I stopped enjoying and reading the majority of them. I tried to stay in and be with you all through this, but I have no time for such things as "The most important message of all -- BLAH" and 10 replies such as "Oh, how spiritual" or such crap. I did not join a supposedly fun list just to have 10% meaningful messages and 90% spam. I am sorry to leave this list, but it was destined to happen. Solaris Mage of the White Robes [email protected] Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 22:34:26 -0500 From: [email protected] (Raphtontis Archrelar Amon) Subject: Abandon all hope I just have to add my thoughts on a few subjects that I have formed opinions on here recently.. First and foremost, no matter what about the list there is that I dont like, I have no plans of giving it up. I know that if not for the list, I would be lost on most of the activities in the BDI, and I will take the garbage and toss it, and read those things that I deem pertinent.. But, on to my next point, the best things I see coming through in this list are the OOC discussions regarding RP ethics, and the whos and whats involving the players themselves.. Which brings me to my next point, sensitivity. Why is it that every time someone offers their thoughts about a situation, and is very careful to make sure that no one is offended by these opinions, people start jumping in, saying "I dont do that!!" and "Its not my fault!" Read the letters.. these people are trying to offer their thoughts about a situation, not attacking anyone, and I have never noticed anyone saying "This is my opinion. It is the right one, and whoever disagrees is a dummyhead" (the last word was brought to you by my 4 year old niece, who just loves to say that) These things have only led to flame after flame, with the final destination being Angel stepping in, and asking everyone to just drop it.. I have seen some good and beneficial strings cut short, because somebody went on a tangent, or it turned into a "He did it, not me" kind of thing Just as a final note.. we always notice when people give up on the mailing list, generally because they forget how to unsubscribe, and send that info here, and smoetimes because someone is so bitter that they want everyone to know "just how disappointed they are in us." But remember that there are new people joining the list all the time, and for those of you out there, welcome to the list, and please dont be afraid to offer your opinions and thoughts.. All we ask is to keep it calm and unthreatening Okay, one final, final note.. Thank you Angel, for everything you do with the list.. You give us all a chance to communicate better. And though sometimes you might think how ungrateful this rabble is, know that once in a while, everyone of us remembers that you made it possible, and we realize how much better things are by having it.. (for those of you who think of this last paragraph as a kiss up, well =^PppPPppP Dont you wish you had thought of it?) Raph's lighter of heart mun Raphtontis Archrelar Amon Commander, Brotherhood of Light Elder councilmember, Mysts of Avalon The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing <Edmund Burke, attributed> Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 21:02:22 -0700 From: [email protected] (Michael K. Jones) Subject: Re: Part four Timothy McKee wrote: > > >Part Four: Getting there > >(*)*(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*){(*)(*) > > > > "Are you ready?" Ari asked Darinmar for the sixth time. > > "Yeah," He nodded. "Are you sure you want to do this? THere > has to > >be another way to get there." > > Ari sighed. "I'm sure. Besides, the only other way I know of > >involves getting struck by lightning. And that wasn't exactly > >reliable...Let's go." > > Ari grabbed his hands and a look of concentration came over > her > >face. A flash of golden black light flashed before her eyes. WHen she > opened > >her eyes, she laughed. Darinmar looked puzzled. "What, what is it, > what's so > >funny?" He asked as Arianeira looked up at the sky and laughed. > > "I'm home!" she said joyfully. "I'm really home." > > Darinmar shook his head. "Great. WHere now?" > > Ari stopped spinning around in circles and looked to the > horizen to > >get her direction. "Hmm...let me see..Okay. I know where we are!" > > "Where?" Darinmar asked, laughing a bit at her enthusiasm. > > "About three K from the palace. It shouldn't take long at all > to get > >there." Ari picked up the one pack she had brought and started > walking. > > > > > >Arianeira de Gwynedd, Princess Tanista Erinna > >Fian and Bandraoi > >++++++++==+++++++++ > >+ //----\\//----\\+ > >+ ||oooo//\\oooo||+ > >+ \\==== xx ====//+ > >+ //==== xx === \\+ > >+ ||oooo\\//oooo||+ > >+ \\----//\\----//+ > >++++++++==+++++++++ > >[actually her mun, but hey, that's good too, because if it wasn't, > you'd > >really have to wonder who was writing this...oh well..I'll shut up > now....] > >that's supposed to be a keltic knot....oh well... > > > >[*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*] > >"dammit, where'd I put the piece of paper with the quote on it!!!"- me > > > > > > > > > >Well, that's nice. For some reason I can't get on EfNet so I've been hanging around on DalNet. Check me out sometime. Date: Tue, 11 Jun 1996 00:03:35 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: TEST Working fine, Angel. SimnFenix Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 23:42:31 -0500 From: [email protected] (Mysha and Pendrake) Subject: A Caern Rhian Royal Proclamation! Children are born Most pure and bright Spreading their joy, Creating their own light Castle Caern Rhia Has been quintuply blessed FIVE sleepy heads In our nursery do rest Their Majesties Caern Rhia Sir Pendrake and Lady Mysha proudly announce the arrival of Lord Tarion Pendrake 5 lbs Lady Katya Pendrake 4 lbs, 6 oz Lord Psi Pendrake 3 lbs Lady Ilara Pendrake 4 lbs and Lord Uther Pendrake 4 lbs Both Mother and children are doing well... And are looking forward to visiting again with beloved friends in Arangoth's BlackDragon Inn... By our hands this 10th day of June, Pendrake,Rex Caern Rhia Mysha, Regina Caern Rhia Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 23:42:39 -0500 From: [email protected] (Mysha and Pendrake) Subject: Here's our tale, yer sitting on yours! :) Cc: [email protected] The Blade's Ballad In times of past, and times of old, Many stories are taught, and many more told... Stories of life,and stories of strife, But this story is about MY life. Born in the mountains and valleys of the mist, Running from poachers and humans I was amidst, They hunted my family, killed them all... Except for me, I was so small. I was raised by my cousin and taken afar, To a place far away, almost like a star, He taught me and gave me a life of my own, He gave to me love that I never was shown. He taught to not hate the men that had killed, To forgive and live peacefully, a prophecy fulfilled. I learned from his truths, I learned from his ways, Each day I grew fonder, more and more amazed. He gave me back my life, and a family, And now I adventured, the work before me... A Bard I've become, and a BladeMaster,too Telling stories in rhyme is that which I do And dance the dance of the blades that are mine, A spinning sheath of steel, in the daylight doth shine.. And to top it all off, with a snizzle and snap, A little magic to boot..now fancy that! One day, wandering around the world I see, I traversed to a tavern that looked quite comfy, cozy And in did I come, and heard of great men, I joined happily, and sang..feeling at home once again... -Pendrake 8) Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 23:42:56 -0500 From: [email protected] (Mysha and Pendrake) Subject: Here's our tale...Part 2...Mysha :) Cc: [email protected] Mysha's Melody Born in the land of Caern Rhia, I grew up as a princess, in a fairy-tale land, My life there was wonderful..any child can understand, I frolicked and played, with never a care, Till one day we fled to safety away from there, My father took us and left us in the care of an elvish friend, Knowing full right that day he'd meet his end, For six years, we were safe, and my mother taught me her ways, I learned how to heal, singing cares away. But then 6 years later, they found us again, with the elves, They killed my mother and friends, pleasing themselves... I was spared, for I was not home that day, I had journeyed to the deep woods to play. I returned and was lost in the torment and pain, Never to see my mother smile again Here I remained, cared for by my friends, Healing their sick, and making wounds mend. But at my 16th birthday, my loneliness too deep, Alone amongst elves, a human lost sheep, And so I left friends there, and found my sweet rest, At the BlackDragon Inn, my haven, my family... Simply the best. :) Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 23:43:04 -0500 From: [email protected] (Mysha and Pendrake) Subject: Here's our tale..Part 3..the last! :) Cc: [email protected] Meeting of Two Hearts Essence of purity, and love that is so true, Passion of greatness is for the two They knew right away, their love had to be Through life, past death, and beyond...through all eternity. A sudden spur,and a joyous day, Did Pendrake ask Mysha to marry this way They both took their vows to never give in, To love each other forever, their lives just to begin. And hold each other they do, Forever and a day Loving, never leaving... And always that way. :) Date: Tue, 11 Jun 1996 01:23:37 -0700 From: [email protected] (Crystal Franklin ) Subject: Re: Abandon all hope/and now a brighter view Thank you for that apocolytic look at the raise and fall of the BlkDrgon Mailing list. As for me. Im looking to see plots evolve into stories. And am looking forward to intelligent discrusions on anything the people on the mailist want to talk about. Be it role playing, baseball, or a murder plot. I also look forward to the forming of some organizations, like, with a little luck A thieves guild. (Queen premitting of course) A for people for getting how to use the mail list... posting about once a month how to unsubcribe. That my opinion Crystal The Mun of Quickning the thief of Arangoth. Date: Tue, 11 Jun 1996 07:19:38 -0700 From: [email protected] (Timothy McKee ) Subject: Re: Part 5 >>>Part 5 >> >>>Arianeira grabbed his arm as they walked into the palace. SHe'd shown >>Darinmar through the maze of gardens surronding the palace on all sides. THe >>first thing he noticed was the people. All of them were well over six feet >>tall. He looked at Ari who laughed. "Yeah.I know. I didn't tell you. I'm >>sort of a throwback." >> Darinmar looked at her. Arianeira was perhaps 5'5. The next shortest >>preson in the hall was Darinmar. Ari shrugged. Darinmar laughed nrevously as >>a small knot of people gathered around them. >> "Princess Arianeira?" A tall, brownhaired woman asked. Ari smiled >>and walked towards her. >> "Yes, Kena, it's me! I'm home!" Ari laughed. The woman smiled. >> "Milady, we thought you were dead!" >> "I'm not. Kena, this is Darinmar." Ari said. >> Kena looked at Darinmar suspisiously. "Nice to meet you." >> Kena led them through the pair through the palace. Darinmar looked around >>in amazement. As they neared the grand hall. Arianeira whispered. "Don't >>stare and be twn times as polite as you would to angelsin," >> Darinmar nodded, thinking she was being a bit paranoid. Before they >>could go in, an alarm went off. >> >> >>Arianeira de Gwynedd, Princess Tanista Erinna >>Fian and Bandraoi >>++++++++==+++++++++ >>+ //----\\//----\\+ >>+ ||oooo//\\oooo||+ >>+ \\==== xx ====//+ >>+ //==== xx === \\+ >>+ ||oooo\\//oooo||+ >>+ \\----//\\----//+ >>++++++++==+++++++++ >>[actually her mun, but hey, that's good too, because if it wasn't, you'd >>really have to wonder who was writing this...oh well..I'll shut up now....] >>that's supposed to be a keltic knot....oh well... >> >>[*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*] >>"dammit, where'd I put the piece of paper with the quote on it!!!"- me >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >Arianeira de Gwynedd, Princess Tanista Erinna >Fian and Bandraoi >++++++++==+++++++++ >+ //----\\//----\\+ >+ ||oooo//\\oooo||+ >+ \\==== xx ====//+ >+ //==== xx === \\+ >+ ||oooo\\//oooo||+ >+ \\----//\\----//+ >++++++++==+++++++++ >[actually her mun, but hey, that's good too, because if it wasn't, you'd >really have to wonder who was writing this...oh well..I'll shut up now....] >that's supposed to be a keltic knot....oh well... > >[*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*] >"dammit, where'd I put the piece of paper with the quote on it!!!"- me > > > > > Date: Tue, 11 Jun 1996 07:23:29 -0700 From: [email protected] (Timothy McKee ) Subject: Re: Part 5 I am not sure if you got the first message i sent regarding this so i sent this again.Again this was orignally written by Arianeira's mun and I am mailing it in her abscence. Enjoy. Darinmar's mun >>>Part 5 >> >>>Arianeira grabbed his arm as they walked into the palace. SHe'd shown >>Darinmar through the maze of gardens surronding the palace on all sides. THe >>first thing he noticed was the people. All of them were well over six feet >>tall. He looked at Ari who laughed. "Yeah.I know. I didn't tell you. I'm >>sort of a throwback." >> Darinmar looked at her. Arianeira was perhaps 5'5. The next shortest >>preson in the hall was Darinmar. Ari shrugged. Darinmar laughed nrevously as >>a small knot of people gathered around them. >> "Princess Arianeira?" A tall, brownhaired woman asked. Ari smiled >>and walked towards her. >> "Yes, Kena, it's me! I'm home!" Ari laughed. The woman smiled. >> "Milady, we thought you were dead!" >> "I'm not. Kena, this is Darinmar." Ari said. >> Kena looked at Darinmar suspisiously. "Nice to meet you." >> Kena led them through the pair through the palace. Darinmar looked around >>in amazement. As they neared the grand hall. Arianeira whispered. "Don't >>stare and be twn times as polite as you would to angelsin," >> Darinmar nodded, thinking she was being a bit paranoid. Before they >>could go in, an alarm went off. >> >> >>Arianeira de Gwynedd, Princess Tanista Erinna >>Fian and Bandraoi >>++++++++==+++++++++ >>+ //----\\//----\\+ >>+ ||oooo//\\oooo||+ >>+ \\==== xx ====//+ >>+ //==== xx === \\+ >>+ ||oooo\\//oooo||+ >>+ \\----//\\----//+ >>++++++++==+++++++++ >>[actually her mun, but hey, that's good too, because if it wasn't, you'd >>really have to wonder who was writing this...oh well..I'll shut up now....] >>that's supposed to be a keltic knot....oh well... >> >>[*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*] >>"dammit, where'd I put the piece of paper with the quote on it!!!"- me >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >Arianeira de Gwynedd, Princess Tanista Erinna >Fian and Bandraoi >++++++++==+++++++++ >+ //----\\//----\\+ >+ ||oooo//\\oooo||+ >+ \\==== xx ====//+ >+ //==== xx === \\+ >+ ||oooo\\//oooo||+ >+ \\----//\\----//+ >++++++++==+++++++++ >[actually her mun, but hey, that's good too, because if it wasn't, you'd >really have to wonder who was writing this...oh well..I'll shut up now....] >that's supposed to be a keltic knot....oh well... > >[*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*] >"dammit, where'd I put the piece of paper with the quote on it!!!"- me > > > > > Date: Tue, 11 Jun 1996 12:18:13 -0400 (EDT) From: Bryan Campbell <[email protected]> Cc: BlackDragon <[email protected]> Subject: Calling all Packmates Would all the members of Wolfie`s Garou pack please respond privately to this message? Thanks. I have three accounts I can be reached at. [email protected] [email protected] [email protected] Wolfie`s decision-reached mun Date: Tue, 11 Jun 1996 15:43:06 -0700 From: [email protected] (Todd Hortillosa ) Subject: Re: TEST OF THE EMERGENCY BROADCAST SYSTEM That was only a test?!?!? OOOPS..... Date: Tue, 11 Jun 1996 23:39:29 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: Re: Test and thoughts LOOK, This list cannot possibly make everyone happy...BUT we can all try to help out.. I don't agree or disagree with anyone really..but perhaps certain points.. First off, I don't mind if stuff is OOC on this list..I may have come off sounding like that but that's not exactly what I meant..what I mean is none of this one liner stuff ya know? and some stuff that I sit for days going "HUH?" Alot of you may say "Oh, if you don't like it just delete it..but it's not just that..when an email msg gets sent to the list..the thing explodes out 70 some odd msgs at once...so it gets worked big time..and sometimes there are screwed up addresses on the other end..or errors and it can blow up the mail server.. like it did this weekend..part of the problem was my mailing list..and another one we have..so it's no necesarrily that I care THAT much what goes on this list, I do but my main priority is the SERVER, and the 150 or so subscribers I have to listen to calling me up every day saying "Why can't I get my mail???" So, all I'm saying is, think really careful before you post something ..that's all..Like I said before make sure that you REALLY need that post to go out to 70 + people... as far as people not liking what another is doing on this list..why not msg that person directly, or me and we can deal with it that way..and that goes for EVERYONE, I am pointing out NOBODY at this moment in time.. I LOVE YA ALL DAMNIT! And I want everyone to get along.. *That's Queen's orders!* >:P **************************************************************************** ***************************** 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 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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: Tue, 11 Jun 1996 22:19:23 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> Subject: Wedding Announcement *Sion dispatches his Phoenixes into Arangoth, RHyDin, and Asyr, reminding them to stop in the surrounding realms* This is to Announce that Emperor Simon Horus Phoenix of Phoenecia And Lady Viskaya of Arangoth Shall be United in the Bonds of Holy Matrimony on the Day of July 1st, 1996 at 11:00 PM, EST All Residents of Arangoth, Asyr, and RhyDin on the List are Cordially Invited to Attend at the Royal Church of Arangoth. Sincerely Yours, Simon Horus Phoenix and Lady Viskaya Date: Tue, 11 Jun 1996 23:17:29 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Test and thoughts ::::raises a brow as yet another person says something about him::::: fine....screw anyone who has a problem with me....once again, i think ill decline from totally going off due to the fact that we have a few younger members as well as a few people that happen to be religious....but for the record, if you dont like what i have to say, then dont read mail i send....saying that *i* dont have a right to say what i want it pretty stupid when compared to someone who had listed one of their reasons to send this particular mail as "i wanted to test out my new sig..." i mean....like sig files have to do with the inn? this list has gone *far* beyond just the inn....its a link between *all* of us, friends (and even enemies, of which i am well fluffing aware of) who might or might not get to talk to each other regularly in a manner which is interactive with a large group of people....sure, i agree, that the main purpose is to relay information about the inn, plots, personal PC confrontations, as well as character information, but i think that it is just as much for us OOC slackers who are out in life trying to escape reality behind a joke and trying to have a good time with a few people who happen to connect with each other, even over the amazing span of distance that seperates them from daily contact....so i say in close, dont try to silence me, my words, my actions, or my thoughts, because by doing that, you are shutting out what the entire mailing list is all about.... and if anyone has anything to say to me, in complaint, you can write *me* so that you wont smudge your "oh so valuable" image that you people seem to hold so dearly....so with that thought, i bid all of you a pleasant night.... Stephen Ellis Lotts, Role-player and concerned and outspoken reader of this list.... Date: Tue, 11 Jun 1996 20:40:32 -0700 (PDT) From: Sylvia <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Test and thoughts > and if anyone has anything to say to me, in complaint, you can write *me* >so that you wont smudge your "oh so valuable" image that you people seem to >hold so dearly....so with that thought, i bid all of you a pleasant night.... > > Stephen Ellis Lotts, Role-player and concerned and outspoken reader of this >list.... > actually this should be addressed on the list. There is NO letter that comes to this list that is not worthwhile...except perhaps the one line stringers that could better be addressed privately. Angel *did* ask that we not attack one person specifically on the list like this...it really gets my anger up when someone cares more about what *they* want rather than looking at some of these things...for instance: *I* have nothing to do with the Asyr conflict...yet I look forward to those letters because it is like a short novel. I look forward to letters from Steve aka RandoM because he is a good friend that doesn't get around to writing me personally very often and at least I know he is still alive! as well as others for the same reason! now I personally realize that not everything I happen to write about concerns role playing or even the inn...but so far (knock on wood) no one has complained about it. Anyway that is basically all I have to say. ~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all. Date: Wed, 12 Jun 1996 00:09:09 -0700 From: [email protected] (Todd Hortillosa ) Subject: BLK's Stand up Stand-up!!! Clip from tonights performances, Zetser doing his unpatened routine in the #Blkdragon*lounge :------- "Hey People, how you all doin tonight? Great!" "I just rode in from spyin on the Asyri and damn is my horse tired."*SILENCE* "Heh, yer all bums. Anyway.. anyone here Asyri tonight? **3 people raise thier hands** "Heh , do that in here too much and you won't be much longer" "You know, whats the deal with the Vampires in the Inn anyways? Are we the daily buffe`? I mean, just last week a vampire bit my girlfriend and stuff cause he was "hungry"... I mean come on... all you vampires do is make our lives worse, I mean, she was already in a bad mood, and she was on her period too, it's like letting cannables in here "Oh , can I have have a bit of you left hand, I'm feeling rather hungry right now" hehe why does all this remmind me of that joke about vampires and hot tea...."" Every Thursday at 2PM Pacific time , in #Blkdragon*lounge, we will have performances going on, well, only if anyone has anything to perform.... Todd/Rand al`Thor/Zetser Date: Wed, 12 Jun 1996 06:06:58 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: BLK's Stand up Stand-up!!! Zester, When do you want me to install the steel mesh in front of the Stage with the Electric Fence? SimnFenix Date: Wed, 12 Jun 1996 09:59:40 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: BLK's Stand up Stand-up!!! HAHAHAH!!! that is cool! a stand up thing?? oh dear....this could be fun <eg> rand, were you there the night i did all of the endless questions? this could even bring back the days where we all sat around and answered trivia questions! heheheh.... Daedil StEvE randoM Date: Wed, 12 Jun 1996 07:20:20 -0700 From: Adam <[email protected]> Subject: Test and thoughts First off, this is a test to see if my new .sig file is working. Second off, (or maybe second on, depends on how you look at it) I'd like just to say how good a job Angel does keeping this list going and keeping us trouble-makers in somewhat line. Third off, I do think that there are a lot of really useless messages that pass through this list. This list was made for a sharing of plot ideas, plot parts to be taken, various news having to do with Arangoth, and stuff having to do with #blkdragon*inn. You know, RPG stuff. It's not that I don't find you funny Steve with a lot of your stuff, I do, but I also think that it really doesn't belong on a list like this. And there's also a lot of other useless stuff that has absoloutly nothing to do with the inn. (No, I'm not just picking on you Steve). Anyways, I just hope this list takes a turn back into the realm of RPG like it was created for. Thanks for listening to me. -Adam P.S. No, I'm not gonna unsubscribe here. -- 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, 12 Jun 1996 11:03:37 -0500 (CDT) From: Kathy Stracener <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Meeting of the Muns pics ::stands up and cheers!!!:: YEAHYEAH!!!!!!!!! Tev (yes, she's dead but hey) >Well, I got the scans yesterday, and true to my word, got them up on a web >page. You will find the pictures that we took at Scarborough Faire on the >Meeting of the Muns page (http://www.io.com/~jimmie/muns.html). THe original >page has been left up for those that didn't know, or cant remember what it was all about. Well, just a quick note, I'm outta here. >-TheRaven Date: Wed, 12 Jun 1996 12:28:12 -0400 (EDT) From: Bryan Campbell <[email protected]> Subject: A \\'olf Story... Chapter One of <If I told you, you might not , read it... this is your only warning> Okay, y'all, Here goes... I'm doing this on my lunch breaks at work this summer, so they will be placed sporatically, but bear with me. WARNING: This is very LOOONNNGGG. If you don't know Wolfie`/Brenlyn and don't wanna know him, the stop now and delete not only this message but all the ones hereafter with the subject: A \\/olf Story... Chapter <whatever> of ?? A \ \ / _ | |~ \ \ |_| | |~ Story, Chapter One Saul sensed death on the wind and stood to face his enemy. Old eyes, wise in years, scanned the surrounding woodline, reading every gentle movement of leaf and branch. Yet he saw no predator hidden within the swaying leaves. For a long moment he watched with keen brown eyes, searching, he felt, for ghosts. But there was nothing. The forest was as quiet as a grave. He rubbed his furry face with both paws, then raised his long ears and nose to the sky, knowing every scent, every sound. Uneasily he poised, tasting a fear he could not find. Then he slowly lowered his head, wondering. Beneath the grassy knoll where he stood guard, the hare warren played and grazed in sleepy contentment. Saul shook his shaggy grey head. Was it his imagination? Was there truly anything to fear? He scanned the forest again, trying to peer through the green leaves into the dark woods beyond. But he saw nothing. He hesitated, doubting. The warren seemed content and carefree, completely unaware of this strange sense of doom the hovered over them. Some were quietly digging for roots, though most were sleeping and resting beneath the warm sun. Even the Elders, gathering near the burrow hole, were sleepy with the day, seemingly unaware of any threat or danger. Saul sat back upon his four paws, the points of his long ears descending to the ground behind his front shoulders, and sighed. Perhaps he was too old to be king, he thought. Soon it would be time to pass the burden of leadership onto younger, stronger shoulders. Saul heard Windgate's heavy stride coming up behind him long before the burly hare arrived. "How goes it, Saul?" Windgate laughed, resting his gigantic frame beside the old hare. "A good day, is it not?" Windgate's broad, expressive face was dominated by two huge black eyes that hid nothing. His warm coat was dark, with small white dots running down his back. Saul harbored great affection for Windgate. The big hare was exactly what he seemed to be: large and lovable and easy to be with. Yet none was braver or quicker to defend the weak. "We have a good life here in the field, far from wolf or man," said Windgate. "It was a good choice we made so many years ago to settle near the deep woods, eh? For myself, though, I think I've eaten too many berries!" And, laughing at his own joke, Windgate put a wide dark paw on Saul's shoulder, as friends would do. Saul felt the smile on his face. It was good to have a friend like Windgate, though he could be loud and boisterous and rowdy. But he was a true friend. If danger came upon them, this huge, clownish hare would be the first to stand in the gap. He had the heart of a king, never failing to embrace the sad or laugh with the joyful. And Saul had often wondered if Windgate would take his place in the warren one day. Still laughing at himself, Windgate turned his funny, furry face toward Saul. "And why are you so sad, my friend? You have that old look in your eye. Do you see something? Is something there?" "I always see something, brother," Saul replied. "Or hear something, or sense something. That is the burden of being king. But I am not sure if anything is there. I have watched all day. And sometimes I think I see a shadow moving somewhere in the forest. But there is no sound, no scent." Saul feared that his voice sounded frail with age, and weak. Consciously, he stiffened his shoulders as he spoke again. "Perhaps it is nothing," he said, finally. "I don't know. But I feel...something..." Whether the danger was real or imagined, Windgate received the news with characteristic seriousness. In times of threat the burly hare was instantly transformed. Where there had been a smile, the dark face became menacing, a promise of deadly combat. His dark head turned rapidly to the surrounding woodline, and his broad, battle-scarred shoulders seemed to swell, challenging whatever would threaten the warren. Saul knew those wide black eyes were swifter and sharper than his own, and as he watched the dauntless head scan the forest gloom, he sensed that among their kind, never had there been one greater in strength. After a moment, Windgate shook his head. "I see nothing, my friend," he said uneasily. "Perhaps something passed and now is gone." "Perhaps," said Saul, but he did not relax. Somewhere, hidden within the shrouded forest, he sensed something more than darkness. But the signs were wrong. He lifted his head to watch the lofty trees. The sparrows and swallows continued their song. Squirrels leaped and danced in the swaying branches as lightly as the wind that swayed the gentle grass of the glade, where crickets carried their raking cry. He gazed across the glade, unable to lose his doubts. For despite the sunny calm, he felt a danger so real, so close. He hesitated sounding the alarm only because he did not wish to run from shadows. Nor did he wish for the children to witness such a display. But there was something there...he knew it...he felt it. "I will stay with you," Windgate added, settling in closer to Saul's grey mane. "And we will watch together for a while. Perhaps four eyes will see what two eyes cannot, eh?" And he laughed again. Saul smiled and nodded, grateful for the company of an old friend. Beneath the low hill where they watched, Thurgood and DeSoto raced across the small field. The two little hares were notoriously prone to trouble, sometimes by chance, but mostly by their own making. They never tired of playing. Sometimes having so much fun that they did not notice the approach of danger. But they were young. And they would learn. Saul thought it best to let them enjoy their freedom of youth before they assumed the hard burden of guarding the warren. DeSoto leaped into the air, swatting the top of Thurgood's shaggy head with a yell, then tore off, screaming, in a new direction. Thurgood gave chase, laughing and grabbing at his friend. Windgate shook his head. "I cannot begin count the number of times we have saved the lives of those two." Saul laughed, despite himself. "They are the reason we are here." The big hare nodded solemnly, and the two rested in silence. After a time the golden orb of the sun began its downward descent, and the evening beamed with scattered crimson rays. Touched by the majestic view, Saul spoke, with eyes that gazed beyond the glade, forest, and sky. "I have been king since before you were born, my friend. Over the long years I have taught you the way of Gaia, by my example and by my words. You know, as well as I, that we are of the Chosen of Gaia. And you know that the servants of the Wyrm hate us because our existence proclaims their doom. For this they will destroy us, if they can. They do not grow weary of plotting against us. So we must never grow weary of guarding against them. "That is why I have found great comfort in you. As an Elder, you have always stood firm in defending Gaia and protecting the little ones. You have stood against foes far stronger than yourself, and but for the gifts of Gaia, you would have been destroyed. But she preserved your life so that you may continue to to work for her. Now, though, I feel the heavy weight of age upon me, and I sense the end of my days is near. When I have gone the way of all living things, it will be time to choose a new king. I hope it will be you, my friend. Because you are willing to stand alone. You are willing to stand against the scornful, despising their scorn. And you are willing to die to protect those you love. "Only remember this. Always the battle begins in the heart, but it is a war in every dimension of our life: emotional, physical, and mental. And as in any war, some of us will die in the fighting. So prepare yourself. Servants of the Wyrm, in themselves alone, are strong. But we do not stand against them alone. We struggle against the Wyrm itself, who never sleeps or rests." In his hard silence, Windgate's head seemed framed by strength beyond his frame, his brow stern. He looked at Saul, grim and defiant, almost as if, even in this quiet moment, he was in some cosmic battle with some unseen foe. Then the burly hare turned his gaze back towards the field, nodding solemnly. The sun continued its slow descent, and a heavy, unnatural cold began to fall while they watched together, on guard. Mothers quietly gathering roots screamed as Thurgood and DeSoto catapulted across their paths, and an Elder raised a paw to swat the two ruffians as they hurtled past, causing Saul to smile at their antics. The old hare began to feel easier, more comfortable, even though the disturbing sensation refused to depart. Perhaps, he thought, he was simply getting too old to trust his instincts. Windgate was alert, yet sensed no danger lurking in the leafy gloom of the woodline. Saul wondered if the shapeless fears he sensed might not be the ghosts of battles past. He learned long ago that some scars never healed. Thurgood leaped on DeSoto's back, and they crashed headlong into a low stump. Then they were off again, DeSoto in pursuit, racing after Thurgood as he sped fast and low to outrun his pursuer. Saul sensed the deadly shadow rising from the forest floor, even as the two hares neared the woodline, and his desperate cry of alarm shattered the quiet field. But it was too late. DeSoto had caught his friend, leaping onto his back with a shriek and a furious tangle, and the two disappeared into the green foliage. "Get everyone to the hole!" Saul shouted to Windgate. Windgate responded with a bellowing alarm. Like a gray thunderbolt, Saul hurled himself down the steep slope toward the forest. His grace and speed made lies of his years as the ground sped away beneath him, and his ears were laid back by a great rushing of wind. Moving faster than he had a right to, he reached the spot where the children had vanished in seconds. Then, as his flashing legs brought him to the forest edge, he twisted to avoid a collision, for the young hares had burst free from the forest, faces white with terror and screaming in fear. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Questions, comments, snide remarks, flames, anything welcome at [email protected], [email protected], or [email protected] Wolfie`s on-his-lunch-break-he's-on-the-computer- he-must-be-out-of-his-mind mun Date: Wed, 12 Jun 1996 11:33:05 -0500 (CDT) From: Kathy Stracener <[email protected]> Subject: Meeting of the muns ::visits the Meeting of the Muns web page and DIES laughin:: Oh man... all you people that were there with us, and hell, even those of you who weren't, PLEASE go look at that... it's freakin hilarious... and Jimmie, I was lookin to make sure Steve hadn't done anything wierd behind MY head like he did to Kirsy! ;) Seeing those pics brings back memories of that trip. I hope we can make it an annual thing for all of us to do. I totally enjoyed it, even when Steve screamed like a woman, and through the downpour of rain a flying insults, I'll never forget it! Tev (yeah yeah I know...) Date: Wed, 12 Jun 1996 10:13:23 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Thank you. I was asked to put this in the right spot >From [email protected] Wed, 12 Jun 1996 09:35:42 >Date: Wed, 12 Jun 1996 11:52:44 -0400 (EDT) >From: Brenlyn Shadows-in-the-Mist <[email protected]> >To: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> >Subject: Thank you. > > > > > 12. June 1996 > >Dear AngelSin's mun (please forward this to all the appropriate >people--you know who they are, the unsung heroes), > > Hiya! Just wanted to take a minute out of my busy schedule (I'm on my >lunch break) to say thank you. What you guys've done with the BDI and >the mailing list is incredible. You know, I nearly gave up gaming >altogether for a while there. I quit playing because I couldn't find a >StoryTeller (DM) who incorporated all aspects of "life" into his/her >games (emotional entanglements, morality battles, etc.). I quit >StoryTelling (DMing) because there weren't enough ROLE-players and too >many ROLL-players. Sure in the BDI we have our proportionate share of >god PCs, but we also have several good roleplayers, who make it all >worthwhile. Y'all restore my faith. Good Roleplaying is meat and drink >to me, and through your efforts, I am well fed, as often as I want to be >(my school's library hours and my work hours being the only regulators). >Once again, thank you, and if there's anything I can do for any of you, >let me know and I'll do what I can. > > Sincerely, > > Chad Hastings > Wolfie`s mun > >[email protected] > >[email protected] > >[email protected] > > ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her Royal Majesty | AngelSin | Queen of Arangoth | @---}---}--------- | --------------------------------- | http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm | Official Web Site for the #BLKDRAGON*Inn!! | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Date: Wed, 12 Jun 1996 14:01:26 -0700 (PDT) From: RangerBlue <[email protected]> Subject: Trying Times Cc: [email protected], [email protected]@sisna.com (LdyMirl), [email protected]@concentric.net, [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] RangerBlue stands before the command post at the forward position he had ridden up to and puts his farseer to his eye, scanning the troop positions. Smoke from the battle drifts upward slowly to a threatening grey sky. An orderly comes to him, hurriedly bows and says, "My Lord, bad news I fear. The mages report great storms with soaking rains approach that they cannot stop. By noon, the field will be a sea of mud." Blue thinks long on these words. Casualties had been heavy due to disease on the campaign. Thousands of soldiers with soaking wet feet, would be a blow far harder to withstand than any the foe had delivered yet. Suddenly, a congressional solution comes to mind. "Soldier, get 50,000 copies of the "Arangoth Times." Have them laid upon the field after the rains. The men can walk upon them, and keep their feet dry." The trooper looks confused a second. "My Liege, we have not that many, but we do have 60,000 copies of the "Whipping Boy Post", lashed together for disposal. Will that do sire?" "No" Blue barks, "The Arangoth Times, only the Times." Another staff officer, having overheard the exchange come up "My Lord, we've near 80,000 copies of the "Daily Impaler" we are stuck with, surely that will keep the men's feet dry." "No!" Yells out Blue, "Damn it. The Arangoth Times. No other can get the job done." The officer and trooper glance at each other a moment, then the officer asks. "My Lord, why will only the Arangoth Times perform the deed?" Blue stands ramrod straight with his eyes upon the far horizon. Thunder is heard in the distance as he answers. "Because these are the times that dry men's soles." Date: Wed, 12 Jun 1996 17:17:22 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Trying Times this is totally ooc of course, but....ranger....when you said : "Because these are the times that dry men's soles." did you mean it as in drying out their shoes, or was it a typo that meant that it was drying out their souls? *snicker* StEvE Date: Wed, 12 Jun 1996 15:16:49 -0700 From: [email protected] (Todd Hortillosa ) Subject: Re: BLK's Stand up Stand-up!!! You wrote: > > > >Zester, When do you want me to install the steel mesh in front of the >Stage with the Electric Fence? > >SimnFenix > > > Why would we do that? They might want to stage dive and mosh and stuff. ;) Date: Wed, 12 Jun 1996 15:28:22 -0700 From: [email protected] (Todd Hortillosa ) Subject: Re: BLK's Stand up Stand-up!!! people under 18 don't read this please. I mean it. Don't Stop Hey , wait , I said you can read this! Aww come guys, gimme a break, I'm just tryin to do my job.... You wrote: > > > >HAHAHAH!!! that is cool! a stand up thing?? oh dear....this could be fun ><eg> rand, were you there the night i did all of the endless questions? > this could even bring back the days where we all sat around and answered >trivia questions! heheheh.... > Daedil StEvE randoM > Well, we'll have to see how this turns out, I won't be ther this thursday, I graduate High school, but I will do itnext , and any other time people want it , umm, Performances are open up to anyone ,but I do have one rule that must be followed .... No cottom swabs of any brand name are to be allowed in the #BLKDRAGON*Lounge for reasons of the children and more sensitive IRC'ers , besides , someone might get hurt. But you can do anything else though. We can even bet money and stuff on fights. Yep , but just remember, I have only one rule, and it should be followed. "Todays secret word kids , is "Youmothafuckingsonofabitchlittlepieceofshitwho'smamaissonastyIhadtodoub leparkonherassandwaittofuckher" Can you say that Kids? I knew you could *smiles* Very good boys and girls. We have have a guest star on our show today! She is a movie star and has starrd in suck quality films as Asian X and "Cum over here". Lets meet our guest now... [oooo , I'm gonna get banned from the inn for this one , even the mailing list I bet, but oh well, I have to put this up , De` might understand why, I certainly don't;)] Date: Wed, 12 Jun 1996 15:28:22 -0700 From: [email protected] (Todd Hortillosa ) Subject: Re: BLK's Stand up Stand-up!!! people under 18 don't read this please. I mean it. Don't Stop Hey , wait , I said you can read this! Aww come guys, gimme a break, I'm just tryin to do my job.... You wrote: > > > >HAHAHAH!!! that is cool! a stand up thing?? oh dear....this could be fun ><eg> rand, were you there the night i did all of the endless questions? > this could even bring back the days where we all sat around and answered >trivia questions! heheheh.... > Daedil StEvE randoM > Well, we'll have to see how this turns out, I won't be ther this thursday, I graduate High school, but I will do itnext , and any other time people want it , umm, Performances are open up to anyone ,but I do have one rule that must be followed .... No cottom swabs of any brand name are to be allowed in the #BLKDRAGON*Lounge for reasons of the children and more sensitive IRC'ers , besides , someone might get hurt. But you can do anything else though. We can even bet money and stuff on fights. Yep , but just remember, I have only one rule, and it should be followed. "Todays secret word kids , is "Youmothafuckingsonofabitchlittlepieceofshitwho'smamaissonastyIhadtodoub leparkonherassandwaittofuckher" Can you say that Kids? I knew you could *smiles* Very good boys and girls. We have have a guest star on our show today! She is a movie star and has starrd in suck quality films as Asian X and "Cum over here". Lets meet our guest now... [oooo , I'm gonna get banned from the inn for this one , even the mailing list I bet, but oh well, I have to put this up , De` might understand why, I certainly don't;)] Date: Wed, 12 Jun 1996 16:30:52 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Re: BLK's Stand up Stand-up!!! IF YOU KNEW this was not a good thing to put up on the list then WHY did you?! IT was not appropriate,not welcome and NOT funny >:/ Anyone puts this kinda crap on here again WILL be deleted....and your name will be removed too.. >"Youmotha<snip> >[oooo , I'm gonna get banned from the inn for this one , even the >mailing list I bet, but oh well, I have to put this up , De` might >understand why, I certainly don't;)] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her Royal Majesty | AngelSin | Queen of Arangoth | @---}---}--------- | --------------------------------- | http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm | Official Web Site for the #BLKDRAGON*Inn!! | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Date: Wed, 12 Jun 1996 20:35:06 -0600 From: [email protected] (OneStab) Subject: Wargames in Arangoth Cc: [email protected] General Lysira, Knights and Soldiers of Arangoth, By pronouncement of the Queen, to prepare Arangoth's military against possible invasion, a mock battle between the Knights and Soldiers of Arangoth is ordered. The rules of engagement mimic those accepted by Queen AngelSin and Prefect Xandur should war come. They are included at the bottom of this document. All allies and friends who wish to aide in Arangoth's defense, should such be necessary, are also invited to attend. The battle will take place Friday, June 21st at 9pm PDT (Midnight Eastern). The meeting place will be BLKDRAGON*Arena. All non-knights and warriors of Arangoth, please RSVP so we may assign ye a fighting team (Knights or Warriors). In Faith, Warden OneStab First Knight of Arangoth PS. The BLKDRAGON*INN is offering the day's income to the winners!.. And loosers buy the drinks! ~RULES OF ENGAGEMENT~ A. NETWAR is a massive battle involving several warriors from each side. B. Prosecuting NETWAR. 1. All participants MUST be in #BLKDRAGON*Arena by the appointed start time. (9pm Pacific) 2. Each individual's nickname must reflect the army he/she represents and the number of hits currently sustained. (i.e. Lysira would be altered to Lysir-A0. Denoting her affiliation with AngelSin and zero hits at the beginning of the NETWAR.) 3. At the start time, all present will be oped, the channel moderated, a dice BOT invited, and the war begins. 4. Beginning with the first name on the room list and proceeding in order, each character declares a move, a target, and rolls 2d20. Standard scoring (15+, 1 hit, 20 = 2 hits) applies. A proper attack appears this way: <Rue-A1> *Swipes her blades, lunging (Zant-X3) <Rue-A1> 2d20 <noppa> Rue-A1's 2d20: 4 16 *** Zant-X3 is now known as Zant-X4 <Silvn-A4> *Fires an arrow at (Rhian-X6) etc.... 5. Individual Rights, Restrictions, Attacks, and Damage a. No single character may be attacked more than twice in a single turn. (A turn begins with the first character on the name list's attack, it ends with the last name's attack.) b. A character may retreat at any time. If the character has taken fewer than 10 hits, he/she escaped and no penalties apply. c. If a character exits battle with more than 10 hits, he/she is considered captured and a POW. d. At 15 hits, a character is killed. RP resurrection is the an option of the mundane, but the character cannot further participate in the Asyri/Arangoth NETWAR. **** NOTE!! No real harm will be done in this excercize, but keep this in mind for the REAL war, should it come. **** e. All attacks are considered simultaneous in the turn, retreats, captures, and deaths are scored by the captains at the END of a turn. 6. Captains. a. Each team will have one captain b. The captain sustains 30 hits before being killed. c. A captain may retreat at any time without capture. d. The captain's nick will be only the letter used by the rest of the army, followed by the initial number of combatants, current number of combatants, the letter again, and finally number of hits. (i.e. Xandur's nickname would be: X8-6X14. This shows Xandur began with 8 combatants, 6 remain, and he has taken 14 hits.) 7. Arbiter. a. Each NETWAR will have one arbiter. b. The arbiter will op the participants and moderate the channel. c. He/She ensures all scoring is done correctly. d. He/She will count rounds and make rulings on the Punt/Lag/Split section below. e. When one side has lost, the Arbiter declares the victor and un-moderates the channel. C. Winning the NETWAR 1. When more than HALF the initial number of players on a side are eliminated by capture, retreat, or death, the war is over. The team with more than 50% of its forces is victorious. 2. If the Captain retreats of is killed, the war is lost. 3. If both sides fall below 50% simultaneously, the war continues until a captain retreats or is killed. Date: Thu, 13 Jun 1996 00:09:45 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: BLK's Stand up Stand-up!!! I too Agree with her Majesty on this, both IC and OOC, That message was in Bad Form, and Poor Taste.. If there are mail lists for such umm, well, Simon and I have no appropriate word for such Filth.. Please keep in mind that This Is Not Such A List! Simon Horus Phoenix, Bryan, Anubis Thunderman, Hathor Flamewing, Darklord Leareth, Osiris Wrathborne, Tiamat, Timathiea, and Tyramethyst. ((Ok, did I leave anyone out?)) Ahh yes, and my Fiance, Lady Viskaya. On Wed, 12 Jun 1996, Queen of Arangoth wrote: > > > IF YOU KNEW this was not a good thing to put up on the list then WHY did > you?! IT was not appropriate,not welcome and NOT funny >:/ Anyone puts this > kinda crap on here again WILL be deleted....and your name will be removed too.. > > > > >"Youmotha<snip> > >[oooo , I'm gonna get banned from the inn for this one , even the > >mailing list I bet, but oh well, I have to put this up , De` might > >understand why, I certainly don't;)] > ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ > Her Royal Majesty | > AngelSin | > Queen of Arangoth | > @---}---}--------- | > --------------------------------- | > http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm | > Official Web Site for the #BLKDRAGON*Inn!! | > ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ > Date: Thu, 13 Jun 1996 02:04:09 -0400 (EDT) From: "Hudson's Petting Zoo" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Wargames in Arangoth On Wed, 12 Jun 1996, OneStab wrote: > The battle will take place Friday, June 21st at 9pm PDT (Midnight Eastern). > The meeting place will be BLKDRAGON*Arena. A tenative RSVP from myself. As I do not have my work schedule yet for next week, I cannot say for certain that I will be able to attend. (If the mun has to work early on Saturday, 22 June, I may not be able to.) Raych ---- Eric Hudson, mundane form of Sir Raych Seldon [email protected] [email protected] - ICACCS A simple man, of simple thoughts, who turns to force, as a last resort. -Mike and the Mechanics, "A Call to Arms," 1985 ---- Date: Thu, 13 Jun 1996 12:08:48 -0400 (EDT) From: Brenlyn Shadows-in-the-Mist <[email protected]> Cc: BlackDragon <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Wargames in Arangoth > The battle will take place Friday, June 21st at 9pm PDT (Midnight Eastern). > The meeting place will be BLKDRAGON*Arena. One quick question.... What about those of use with more than one PC, and those with more than one PC and more than one account? The having-a-bad-hair-day mun of Brenlyn Shadows-in-the-Mist (Garou name revealed to a select few) aka Wolfie Mey Caldeoch, Gargoyle Ceadd Callan, Wraith (Even the dead will fight for Arangoth.... :) ) Date: Thu, 13 Jun 1996 12:11:36 -0700 (PDT) From: Sylvia <[email protected]> Subject: A Continuation of Kenokk and Trici's story >Date: Wed, 12 Jun 1996 23:05:16 -0400 >X-Sender: [email protected] (Unverified) >To: [email protected] >From: Adam Pigeon <[email protected]> >Subject: A Continuation of Kenokk and Trici's story > >***The scene*** >Trici has just noticed that Kenokk has wakened, and the sun has risen. She >had been watching >him all night, her thoughts on what she had read. >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ >"I....I was just going to wake you...I decided to let you sleep...you were >so tired when we set up >camp." Trici blushes and looks away from him. >Kenokk snatches up his journal and stuffs it into his pack, rising from his >bedroll with a muttered >thanks to Trici, not believing that she didn't read his journal for an >instant...mentally kicking >himself for leaving the journal out. > >Not speaking or even looking at each other they break camp in a strained >silence. Setting off for >the Seilwood once more. >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ >***The scene*** >Later in the day, Trici has fallen behind, walking almost asleep on her >feet. Kenokk is scouting >ahead for a likely place to set up camp...stumbling through a clearing that >had obviously been >used as a campsite frequently, judging by the rubble laying around. Kicking >a pile with the toe of >his boot in disgust at the garbage lying around and spoiling the clearing he >uncovers a tattered >pack. Reaching down he recognizes Trici's pack...the one she lost when they >were ambushed by >raiders. > >"what is this? Looks like it belongs to Trici...the material came from the >Seilwood...it must be >hers." Mumbling to himself as he opens the pack to see if anything was left >inside. The pack >contains a worn tunic and a tattered book of poetry. Picking up the book, >Kenokk opens it idly, >his eyebrows raising when he realizes that it is not poetry inside but >rather a journal. > >***The entries are rambling and Kenokk just scans through them...what he >reads is as follows*** > >Damn Gweet! sending me all the way out here...I do not know a soul in >Arangoth! Why couldn't >he just train me himself?! well this is my last night before I reach the >city proper...I should meet >this Kenokk Moonglow tomorrow. He better be something real special...this is >a long trip just for >weapons training that Gweet could have done on his own. > >~Reminder to hug Gweet! Kenokk Moonglow is a dream! He is so cute! >Unfortunately I can't >even talk to him! My tongue gets all tied in knots and my knees turn to mush. >What am I going to do? > >~a few pages later... > >Well the training is going along nicely. I attended a wedding today in >Arangoth! Such a lovely >affair...and Kenokk held my hand! > >Kenokk has to go back to the Seilwood! And he is going to take me with him! >Oh dear >Goddess...I am going to be traveling alone with him for weeks! What am I >going to say to him? > >~a few more pages... > >First watch is boring, but easy...Kenokk is very sweet to let me take the >first shift...he is so >handsome...I love to watch him sleeping. He looks so peaceful. Oh! I hear >something... > >***the writing trails off*** > >Kenokk closes the book slowly, realizing that the last entry is the night >they were ambushed. > >"I'm a dream? She thinks I'm cute? Wow. I really should say something." > >Kenokk looks around quickly and then neatly replaces the book in the pack >and hides it back >where he found it. "May as well set up camp here, that way she can >'accidentally' find her pack" A crashing is heard in the underbrush. Too >heavy for Trici, too light to be anyone but an Elf. Kenokk soundlessly leaps >up into a tree and watches from above. A tall, well muscled elven man >enters the clearing and looks around. "Malek??" Kenokk says as he drops out >of the tree. >"Malek Starchild, you thieving dog! What are you doing here?" >"Kenokk Moonglow, you goody two-shoes brown-noser!"? >"How have you been friend? It's been a long time!" Ken says as they shake >hands. >"You know how it is, I've been around" >"Has Isin ever forgiven you for stealing his crown?" >"Ha! That's a good one, Ken! Maybe if you put in a good word for me, he >always did like you >best. I heard he made you a Sidhe, is that true?" >"Yes, too bad didn't get any land with the title, but there is a war going >on, you know." >"Yeah, bummer for you guys, too bad I'm exiled, you could use my help in >fighting." >"Well why don't you come back with us? I'm sure we can work something out >with Isin." >"Us?" >"Oh, um.. You know Gweet, right? I've uh.. been giving his sister some >training" >"His sister, eh?" Malek chuckles as he straightens his tunic." >"Don't even think about it Mal, I saw her first." >"Me? I'm perfectly innocent, you know thaccccckkk" Mal gurgles as an arrow >sings by and strikes him in the chest. >"MALEK!" Ken shouts. He then dives to the ground as another arrow wizzes >by. Kenokk >instinctively throws his sword and it flys into the trees in a glittering >arc and a shout crys out as the sword is heard slicing clean through someone >or something. "Trici..." Kenokk gets up quickly and dives into the trees, >running at full speed backtracking toward Trici. > > > > ~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all. Date: Thu, 13 Jun 1996 13:07:43 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Narisa finds her home ::Narisa wakes with the sun resting its warm beam upon her face. She blinks remembering back to last eve and thinks she must have nodded off and he brought her up and placed her in her bed. She lets out a happy sigh. Crawling slowly out of bed she sees her sachel and opens it retrieving her drawings.:: "Ah...tis truely one of my best works" ::She smiles:: ::Taking the picture she walks over to her dressing mirror/desk and pins it up next to the other two drawings of him. She sits down looking up at the pictures with gleaming crystal blue eyes. Looking down at the desk she reaches for her silver brush and begins smoothing out her hair with it:: ::A knock on the door and a sudden appearance behind her in the mirror of her sister sucks her out of her blissful haze:: "G'morn Alysia" she smiles faintly. "G'morn Narisa" ::Her arms folded across her chest looking down at her sister:: "I gather ye had a pleasant evening last night with the look on your face" ::Raises a brow:: ::Narisa blushes and frowns slightly:: "No thanks to you, aye" ::sticks her chin up a bit continueing to brush her hair:: "Why Narisa? Of all the men in Arangoth!? You could have chosen and no doubtably married any number of suitable PRINCES!" ::Turns slowly looking at with a frown:: "Alysia, did mother want ye to marry a -DRAGON-??!?!" ::Angel Glares at Narisa:: "Now THAT is nay even fair!! Blkdragon is 10,000 times the man that heathen of yours is! How dare ye! He is everything I could have ever hoped for. I would have chosen NO other before him!!" ::Narisa smiles up at Angel:: "precicely my dear sister" ::grins and turns around to brush her hair again:: ::Angel stands dumbfounded..her mouth slightly open:: "Well..wait..no..this..this is different!! Spectre is a KILLER!! He is a dangerous man!" ::Now with her hands on her hips:: ::narisa doesn't even look at Angel:: "Sister, is not my sweet brother-in-law Lord of the void? Is he or at least was he nay an assassin? Isn't he a most deadly individual to those that oppose him?" ::Angel's mouth drops even more::"well..aye..but, well..but Narisa!!.." ::Narisa turns around again:: "But nothing sister, Spectre is very sweet, and has done nothing but be most kind to me..and I can ASSURE ye he has nay taken away any of my -Virtues,morals or anything of the like. As ye found a good side to your husband, is it nay possible I could do the same with Spectre?" ::Smiles folding her hands in her lap feeling quite victorious:: ::Thinks for a moment..her heart beginning to soften..then thinks of the swine that is about to break her sister's heart:: "There are many things ye don't know Narisa, many aspects of life..and MEN that ye have yet to expierience, Blk is NOTHING like Spectre! and I mean NOTHING like him! To even try to use your little tricks of words on me , though quite clever, is an insult to me..and my beloved husband! You will NOT see him again do I make myself clear?!" ::Folds her arms across her chest once again looking down at Narisa with a determined look:: ::Narisa frowns slightly:: "Must we have this same argument again? You cannot forbid me to do anything and you know it" ::Growls:: "Narisa! He will be the downfall of you! of us ALL!! My godz what do ye think?! Do ye think he will marry you?! Do ye think ye shall bare his little heathen children and raise them in the caslte?! ::Suddenly shudders at the thought of having Spectre for a brother-In-law:: HA! You fool yourself dear sister! You are nothing but a toy to him! He will play his little game for as long as he sees fit then toss ye asside! And don't think for a second he doesn't relish in the thought of making me absolutly miserable by seeing you two together!!" ::Tears begin to well up in narisa's eyes at the sound of Angel's words..her shoulders slumping:: <q> "I didn't quite think that far...I suppose you may be right" ::Angel smiles thinking she has finally gotten thru to Narisa:: "Good, I'm glad ye finally see things my way. I'm sorry to have hurt ye..I just want to protect ye Nar,"::Kneeling down in front of her:: "I owe it to ye..I will find ye a fine handsome prince that will gladly take ye as his bride" ::Smiles:: ::Looks up at Angel with a blank look:: "Nay..I didn't say sister I would stop seeing Spectre..I just said that you may be right. I will enjoy Spectre's company anytime I should be so fortunate. I won't expect anything than what I get." ::Angel eyes narrow::"WHAT?! Fine! Damnit sister your going to drive me completely insane!! ::Glances over seeing the pictures pinned up..Grumbles and turns torwards the door:: "I hope ye know what ye are doing dear sister...For if you are wrong about him..God help us all." ::Walks out the door and slams it behind her:: ::Narisa lets out a sigh as the battle ends and turns back to the mirror brushing her hair once again:: <w>"Pray the godz I'm nay wrong." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her Royal Majesty | AngelSin | Queen of Arangoth | @---}---}--------- | --------------------------------- | http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm | Official Web Site for the #BLKDRAGON*Inn!! | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Date: Thu, 13 Jun 1996 14:01:48 -0700 From: [email protected] (Eli Arnold_Iii) Subject: unsubscribe I am unsubscribing from this thing, it seems to be becoming more and more pointless. Eli Arnold Date: Thu, 13 Jun 1996 17:21:46 -0500 From: Jimmie Bragdon <[email protected]> Subject: Forward from Kirsy ------- Forwarded Message Received: from emout19.mail.aol.com (emout19.mx.aol.com [198.81.11.45]) by deliverator.io.com (8.7.5/8.7.3) with SMTP id IAA26785 for <[email protected]>; Thu, 13 Jun 1996 08:13:29 -0500 (CDT) From: [email protected] Received: by emout19.mail.aol.com (8.6.12/8.6.12) id JAA10887 for [email protected]; Thu, 13 Jun 1996 09:13:19 -0400 Date: Thu, 13 Jun 1996 09:13:19 -0400 Message-ID: <[email protected]> To: [email protected] Subject: Heya!! X-UIDL: 892402f408ed1b47543cef89b73f0452 Don't look at the EMAIL address, Raven... It's me, Kirsy... Someone's letting me use their computer to send this to you. Could you please send this to the list for me, and send a copy to Kaejo? Heya, People! It's me, Kirsy! I'm in Pensacola, Florida right now and my host home is letting me write a letter on their E-Mail.... Sorry I couldn't be long, but I gotta go. I'm going to Destin in 45 minutes. CYA L8R! ------- End of Forwarded Message Date: Thu, 13 Jun 1996 23:49:17 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: BDI Yellow Pages Idea! I just had a great idea..anyway..I'de like to create a yellow pages for the BDI.. Probably all the net. What it would be is anyone who knows someone that Roleplays on the net would put their email address on the page so if someone lost the email address or was looking for an old RPG buddy from AOL, prodigy etc. They would be able to find them if the person has registered with me.. SOoooo.. All on the list please email me at [email protected] with your nickname,all online services you've roleplayed, IRC channel's you frequent, your email address and even your real name (optional). I will create the page and send the proper links to all search engines on how to find people.. 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 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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: Thu, 13 Jun 1996 18:51:53 -0700 (PDT) From: RangerBlue <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Trying Times 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] One day RangerBlue came into the Black Dragon Inn and found it near empty, and with no bartender. Somewhat parched after a long and hard day, he goes behind the bar to make up a concoction from his youth known as the Loreillian Sledgehammer. As he mixes this and that, a kitten enters the Inn and jumps upon the bar top, watching Blue's hands with wide eyed fascination as he mixes the various ingredients. Blue picks up a lime rind and twists it over the glass, when suddenly it slips out of his fingers and falls to the floor. Quick as a flash the kitten is on the floor and grabs the fruit peel in it's mouth. A second later, the kitten spits out the Lime peel and gives Blue a truly dirty look. Blue looks down as he nods his head and sagely says, "Aye, now you know, a rind is a terrible thing to taste." � Date: Thu, 13 Jun 1996 22:30:32 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[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], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected] Subject: Re: Trying Times Angel and BlkDragon were walking around Castle Black one winter, looking down into the frozen Courtyard, wondering how it would be Decorated in the Winter... As they leaned over the frosty parapet, Simon Horus Phoenix alighted on the Walkway beside them. "Can I be of Assistance, your Highnesses?" "Aye, Simon." Angel replied. "We need some suggestions on how we can do the landscaping in the Castle Courtyard, but, all the local Gardeners are booked, or away..." Simon pondered for a few moments... "Well, I could offer the services of my Gardener, Rosemary. She is rather booked, but, I'm sure she'll be happy to assist you." "Will she Deliver Promptly, Simon?" Blk inquired. "Trust me." Simon replied. "Rosemary will have Plenty of Sage advice in Thyme for Spring." SimnFenix and his Mun Date: Fri, 14 Jun 1996 00:43:34 -0700 (PDT) From: "Robert W. Rapplean" <[email protected]> Cc: [email protected] Subject: Had a really bad night... Hi. Guess what? I lost your real E-mail address. Can you send it to me again? Please? I really wanted to write some other stuff in here, but I can't because you aren't the only one getting this. (Sorry folks, personal.) I just need a shoulder, and it is almost 3 am here. Well, i guess I better go. See you tomorrow. bye. Wench Date: Fri, 14 Jun 1996 12:52:27 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: Re: Leaving for a while Good luck in your travels Sylvia. Remember while you are out there, there are several people waiting for your return, and who love you very much. :) That wierd chick that calls herself my Mun > > >OK this is so I do not have to explain this every few minutes. YES, I the >mun, Sylvia am leaving IRC temporarily. I am moving out of state and will >not have access to IRC until I get where I am going. I will miss you but I >promise I will be back. >~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all. > > > **************************************************************************** ***************************** 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 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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, 14 Jun 1996 09:31:41 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: BDI Yellow Pages ::::looks around then whispers to Angel:::: <w> angel....one of the reasons i *came* to irc was to hide from the countless enemies i had on aol.... *wink* but i think its a good ideer all around....itll prolly end up with half of us realizing we hated the other half of our friends whom weve known for months, but hated on prodigy or aol as another name....heheh....oh well....cynical thinking at its best... DaediL Date: Fri, 14 Jun 1996 16:03:25 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: BDI Yellow Pages: The Site is UP!! Greetings all, BLKDRAGON Productions Presents, The BDI Yellow Pages. This service can be found at: http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/Ypages/ Note* I only got a few entries for it so it's not complete..I suspect it will be every changing. Those of you with multipul nicknames can find your listing under each alphabetical area. I have designed a specific format to make it easier on myself (I have to manually enter all this stuff)) Some day I will probably just have a script so it does all this automatically. Anyway, when sending in your entry please stay to the format, I've decided to give you the code too and it would go that much faster when I'm adding it to the pages: Below is the code you will use, type exactly as I have it, in exception you will be filling in YOUR info not the example info.:: <H4>NickNames: AngelSin</H4> <H4>Online Services: Aol, Compuserve, Internet, Prodigy, Imagination</H4> <H4>IRC Channel's Frequented: #BLKDRAGON*Inn</H4> <H4>Email Address: <A HREF="mailto:[email protected]">[email protected]</A></H4> <H4>Real Name: Andie Malvino</H4> <H4>Birthday: 2/27/70</H4> <HR> That's it..it's a simple Html code.. this way I can just copy and paste from your email msg's .. I also will add your homepage if you have one..just add that to the msg... Example <A HREF="http://www.my.page/here.htm">http://www.my.page/here.htm</A> Also make sure when you are listing your nick name it is EXACTLY as it is on IRC.. remember this is a service for OUTSIDE services, Like AOL etc. people to try to find YOU on the NET/IRC. Also when sending your information for the yellow pages please send to [email protected], easier to deal with. And let me know which letters they will be going into , S's , A's whatever.. This way I can get them all..it's a little difficule trying to get the multiples in..I get a bit confused in it all.. If you have sent in your nicknames please go check the pages and make sure they are in there..if I by chance missed it please email me at [email protected] and let me know. Thanks guys & gals, hope you like the new pages :) **************************************************************************** ***************************** 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 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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, 14 Jun 1996 16:04:25 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: Lost Emails Greetings all, Um..I was having trouble with my mailbox on the server and deleted it on accident..so I don't know how many emails I had or from who.. I stopped getting mail about 2pm PST my time so if there was something someone sent me today could you resend it?? 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 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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, 14 Jun 1996 12:05:02 -0400 (EDT) From: Brenlyn Shadows-in-the-Mist <[email protected]> Subject: Re: BDI Yellow Pages Nicks: Brenlyn Shadows-in-the-Mist (aka Wolfie`) Mey Caldeoch Ceadd Callan Online services: IRC (Own Provider) IRC Channels: BlkDragon*Inn *Arena Wolfie`sDen deepforest River forest forest-path forest's_edge outside Blkdragon*Inn2 Tigers*Claw*Inn Red*Dragon*Inn DragonMyst*Inn BlkDragon*Umbra (ask me about it) Email addresses: [email protected] [email protected] [email protected] Real Name: Chad Dominique` Hastings (meaning: Chad = Warlike <from Irish Gaelic Ceadd> Dominique` = Gift from God <from French> Hastings = Violent <from Old English Haesta> So I'm basically a Violent, Warlike Gift from God (God was promising my parents it would be hell to raise me)) Date: Fri, 14 Jun 1996 09:22:01 -0700 From: Adam <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Trying Times Oooo, badpunbadpunbadpunbadpunbadpun! ::catches his breath:: But a good story nontheless. X) -Adam Date: Fri, 14 Jun 1996 11:24:23 -0500 From: [email protected] (Pendrake and Mysha) Subject: BDI Yellow Pages! :) The Yellow Pages sound like a great idea! :) I might suggest,though,that if you'd like,include your birthday...that way those of us who are sentimental in nature can send cards,greetings,and stuff! :) Here's ours... Nick: Pendrake aka Psionic aka ALAQRB aka Safah Real Name: Rich Springer Birthday: May 25 IRC Channels Frequented: #blkdragon*inn #Faeldryn #mtg and #ad&d Nick: Mysha aka Raenthrea aka Elysiad aka Rosemound Real Name: Dee Hughes Birthday: October 6 IRC Channels Frequented: #blkdragon*inn #faeldryn #scadian #vampyre Need anything else? :) MyshaDeeDoDah, and Pendrake..:) Date: Fri, 14 Jun 1996 12:38:45 -0400 (EDT) From: Brenlyn Shadows-in-the-Mist <[email protected]> Cc: BlackDragon <[email protected]> Subject: Re: BDI Yellow Pages! :) Following in other's footsteps: Birthdate: January 16, 1976 Wolfie`s gonna-be-drunk-on-his-next-Birthday mun >:) Date: Fri, 14 Jun 1996 09:59:33 -0700 From: Adam <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Trying Times ::The detective walked around the crime scene:: God, I hate it when this type of stuff happens. ::A liuetenant walks up behind him:: "Another one of the killings?"he asked "Yes, another one," replied the detective. "They just never seem to stop." The Detective looked at the body covered in a white sheet. "Another silent killing. Any witnesses?" "Yes we have an old lady who saw the murder from her window," replied the leuitenant. "She said he didn't even scream. Just looked frightened and tried climbing up a rope. After he was shot the first time, she said he tried to hide behind a bulet-proof shield." "Ouch," said the detective. "Well, it looks like another to go down in the books." "Well, sir, you know what they say--" said the leuitenant. "What's that?" "A mime's a terrrible thing to waste." -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: Fri, 14 Jun 1996 13:26:48 -0400 (EDT) From: Sylvia <[email protected]> Subject: Yellow Pages stuff Lets see Nick:petal or Menolly or Chryss/Crysalin email: [email protected] (for now...soon to change) Birthdate: July 3, 1964 (gods I'm old) Mun's name : Sylvia ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all. Date: Fri, 14 Jun 96 13:04:54 CDT From: [email protected] (Dee M. Hughes) Subject: RE: Yellow Pages stuff *grin* Petal...you're like a fine wine...you improve with age! :) Hehhehe..and I should know,considering I'm only a few months younger than you! :) -Mysh's mun...Dee :) "Older women make better lovers"...someone somewhere..Heheheh..:) ------------------------------------- Name: dee hughes E-mail: [email protected] Date: 96/06/14 Time: 1:04:54 PM This message was sent by Chameleon ------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 14 Jun 1996 12:40:54 -0700 (PDT) From: Sylvia <[email protected]> Subject: Leaving for a while OK this is so I do not have to explain this every few minutes. YES, I the mun, Sylvia am leaving IRC temporarily. I am moving out of state and will not have access to IRC until I get where I am going. I will miss you but I promise I will be back. ~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all. Date: Fri, 14 Jun 1996 14:50:15 -0500 From: Brad Plumb <[email protected]> Subject: Re: BDI Yellow Pages At 11:49 PM 6/13/96, you wrote: Maybe you can add a searching for thing to that...so we can find people we are looking for, anyway.... Real Name: Brad Plumb Online Services been on: Prodigy(a loooong time ago), ImagiNation Network, IRC (currently) Prodigy Info: Subjects on Bulletin Boards: AD&D Arena, Gouged Eye Inn Nicks: Royan, Llant ImagiNation Network: Chat Rooms: RPG Zone Conference: Red Dragon Inn Nicks: Silvan, Zalandros IRC: Channels: #Blkdragon*Inn, #Blkdragon*inn2, #Arankeep, #Vampire Nicks: Silvan, Zalandros, Llestran, Drunthis, Langstrom Birthday: January 9 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: Fri, 14 Jun 1996 16:20:08 -0400 (EDT) From: ter837 <[email protected]> Subject: The return of Kiralyn's magic Cc: [email protected] ~OOC~ Dear Arangothians, Here is the log explaining exactly how Kiralyn got her magical ability returned, for those interested. Just a little explanation as to how Jada found Kira and followed her(I didn't include it so the log wouldn't be ridiculously long): Kira made mention of going for a walk in the woods when she was in the inn earlier. When Jada arrived and asked if anyone had seen Kira, she was told of her intention. The attachment is the log explaining what happened when she did. Hope you enjoy it! Jada's mundane Session Start: Mon Jun 03 21:22:34 1996 *** Now talking in #thewoods * Kiralyn thinks she's power happy. * Jada moves quietly through the brush, following her sister at a safe distance. * Jada knows it to be true. * Jada grins * Jada waves a hand and begins to levitate, reducing the chance that Kira will overhear her. * Kiralyn idly lets her fingers run along the rippled bark of the trees as she walks along the forest, her mind on nothing really, as she just enjoys the heat. * Jada glides along a few inches above the ground, her eyes staring at her sister a few yards ahead. * Jada bumps precisely into a tree trunk and falls to the ground. * Kiralyn turns startled at a thumping sound. * Jada waves her hand, producing the sound of a racoon to cover her clumsiness. * Kiralyn narrows her eyes, though daylight still emits from outside the forest, it is well sheltered from the massive trees that close in around her. * Jada conjures the animal to match the sound and sends it scurrying out from behind the large oak. * Kiralyn sees the scurrying animal, and breathes again with a soft chuckle at her feeling so vulnerable of late. * Kiralyn sighs and once again clears her mind, not wanting to think of the things that bother her to the point of not living anymore. * Jada curses her horrible sense of direction and waves her hand, again levitating above the ground. She sends a mind message to Masirian and her Mother, letting her know she is almost ready. * Jada moves stealthily behind Kira, waiting for her to pause so that she may begin. * Kiralyn stops and looks far up into the twisted but healthy branches of a particular tree. * Kiralyn decides she likes this tree, somehow feeling safe here. She sits at its base and leans her head back to rest in the coolness of its shade. * Jada lowers herself to the ground in a bare spot of the leaf-dusted ground and closes her eyes, again contacting Masirian. * Jada speaks quickly in her mind to the magician, then to her Mother. At once she focuses all her attention on Kira as she feels her magical ability seemingly come together within her. * Jada feels Masirian's powerful touch of magic, joined with the mindlink of her mother, enter into her body. The princess opens her eyes and stares at Kira's profile, willing the gift into her. * Jada feels Masirian's guiding hand as the magic moves from within her own mind and into that of her sister. * Kiralyn sits with her eyes closed, her brows softly furrowing as she feels something like pressure releasing in her mind. * Jada extends a hand towards her sister, seemingly pushing all that she can into her. * Kiralyn almost opens her eyes in a half-startled blink, but goes with the feeling with a fervor, wanting to feel her sister again. She pulls along with whatever it is, clearing the block from her head that kept her from using any of her powers in the last week or so. * Jada blinks as she begins to *Feel* her sister once more, and tears well up in her eyes. * Jada closes her eyes and pushes harder, mindspeaking to her Mother reassuringly. * Kiralyn feelings and thoughts of comfort, love and strength suddenly start leaking into her body and mind. She almost gasps, but keeps working. * Kiralyn 's eyes fill with tears from such an overwhelming feeling..she can feel her sister close to her now and a smile breaks the creased look upon her face. * Jada shudders as a powerful push of magic pulses through her via Masirian and her Mother. She feels her Mother's touch within the magic and pushes that through as well, sending Kira the overwhelming love that only her Mother can give. * Kiralyn bends over in almost a fetal position, crying now as she feels her mothers touch. Something she has not felt since she can't even remember. Her mind feels cleared and free once again. * Jada pushes more and more, to the point of near exhaustion as tears stream down her face. She looks into Kira's mind, awaiting the precise moment when Kira realizes that it is her Mother she feels, as well as herself. * Kiralyn suddenly cries out "JADA!!!!" * Jada falls forward, exhausted, then scrambles to her feet. She scampers out of her hiding spot and is at her sister's side in an instant, throwing her arms around her. * Kiralyn looks up at her sister, tears streaming down her face and a smile on her lips, one as such Jada has never seen. She reaches out toward Jada, grabbing at her almost frantically and sobbing with relief. * Jada collapses into Kira's arms and cries, "Oh Sis.." <Kiralyn> (w) My sister, my sister..I feel you again. And I...I felt Mom too! * Jada smiles, her wet cheeks, blushing with happiness. "I know...a little something we threw in as a bonus..." <Kiralyn> *all the anger and pain starts to surface, her walls that she had put up weakened into collapsing during the healing.* * Kiralyn pulls back and smiles, feeling like it's been years since she last really saw her sister. Misty blue eyes search over Jada. * Jada feels Masirian's voice within her head, and knows that Kira can hear him as well. <Masirian> >>'Tis glad to have thee back with us, Princess Kiralyn. Were it nae for thy sister, I would nae have known what happened to thee...<< * Kiralyn blinks as she hears a voice, becoming as still as a log for a moment as she listens intently. * Kiralyn tries to send back, not sure of the results. <Masirian> >>Thy Mother is here, and she is overwhelmed to have thee back after what seemed an eternity. She does have a bit of a bone to pick with thee, Princess Jada...<< <Kiralyn> >>Masirian, I have heard so much of ye. Thank you for everything.<< * Kiralyn grins as she hears that and giggles at her sis. <Kiralyn> (w) Oooo...you're in trouble! * Masirian smiles in the women's minds, sending a wash of warmth over both of hem. * Jada sticks out her tongue at Kira, then speaks to Masirian. * Kiralyn almost shudders from the warm feeling. <Jada> >>Umm...Masirian...any way to uh....keep Mother out of my head for a while? I have a feeling that she will be nagging me for quite some time...<< * Jada winces as another voice fills their head. <Penthia> >>I heard that...dear daughter...<< * Kiralyn chuckles at her sisters message to Masirian * Kiralyn blinks heavily, tears forming as she for the first time hears her mother's voice. * Kiralyn is stunned with emotion into silence. * Penthia sends another push of love towards both of her daughters, though a much stronger feeling to Kira. * Kiralyn closes her eyes, a loving smile on her face as she hugs herself. <Penthia> >>I thought that thee were dead, my dear daughter. 'Tis with joy that I cry the tears that stream from my eyes...<< <Kiralyn> >>Aye, mother...it is with over joy that I cry as well. I love thee so much.<< <Penthia> >>I...*felt* thee for some time now, though I dinnae know it was thee. It seems thy sister did well in keeping thee hidden.<< <Penthia> >>And I love thee, my precious child. I cannae wait to see thee with my own eyes, though I feel my heart will burst with emotion...<< * Kiralyn opens her eyes and looks at her sister with that secretive look and a smile. >>Aye, mother..it was at my request. I was nae ready yet...I was afraid.<< * Jada cries happily as her sister and mother exchange words for the first time. She also cries a little 'cause she knows she's gonna get it when she returns to Garabine. * Kiralyn leaves it at that, gently closing the link of voice to her mother. * Kiralyn laughs suddenly at Jada's thoughts. * Penthia speaks softly to both of her daughters as the link closes. >>I shall be awaiting the both of thee soon. Stay safe, Kiralyn and Jada. I love both of thee very much...<< * Masirian speaks softly to Kira first. >>'Tis wonderful to have thee back with us, child. I shall also eagerly await thy return home to Garabine.<< <Kiralyn> >>Aye, Masirian...I look forward to it as well if not more.<< * Kiralyn is looking into her sisters eyes with a big grin, though all her emotions are not good, she hangs harder onto the ones of love than the ones of sadness and anger. * Masirian then speaks to Jada, pulsing healing magic through her exhausted mind. >>Thou hast done well, my learned pupil. Thou wilt need to come home soon for more training and to rest thy mind. I notice that thou art nae up to thy full potential as a result of these trying months...<< * Jada smiles into her sister's eyes, making a mental note of the anger and sadness. She returns the speak to her teacher. <Masirian> >>Aye, Masirian, they have been trying. I am eager to return to the castle, as I miss it and all of thee so. Thank thee again for all thy help...and give my love to Father...<< * Jada mindpokes Masirian in her playful way, then tumbles backwards at his retort. "ACK! That smarts!" * Kiralyn chuckles softly, leaning back in near exhaustion from the day's recent events. * Jada rises slowly from the ground, rubbing her tail softly. <m>"Darn sorcerer..." The princess erupts with laughter and mindpokes her sister gently, having not done it in soooooooo long. * Kiralyn winces slightly, as she always does, then sends the poke right back with glee. * Jada glances at her sister with the same exhausted look and chuckles at the poke. <Jada> T'has been a trying couple of weeks... * Kiralyn nods * Kiralyn whisper sighs "Aye...that it has." * Jada plops down on her belly next to Kira and leans her head against her hand. * Jada ponders for a moment, not really wanting to think about how trying it has been. <Jada> Know what I realized? * Kiralyn reaches over to her sister, gently brushing away her long gold tresses from her face with a loving touch. <Kiralyn> What? * Jada contorts her face in a mean pout. "That I losted my Blasted accent!" * Kiralyn feels absolutely alive again, not deadened as she has since Kess died and her powers were blocked from her use. Along with being blocked from her sister. * Kiralyn laughs * Jada remembers all of Kira's anger and sadness that was exposed to her and makes herself a reminder to do something about it, blocking the thought from her sister. * Kiralyn catches a glimps of a thought, and eyes her sister,..not having figured it out. She reminds herself to be on guard for the next while. <Jada> Sis...I need to sleep now....I'm exhausted. Masirian said I'd need a few days of deep sleep to feel the effects of his healing spell. * Kiralyn continues to brush away her sisters hair, tucking it behind one of her delicate looking ears. * Kiralyn nods, pulling her hand gently away from her sister. <Kiralyn> Go then..I think I will rest a bit, then head home or whatnot soon. * Jada sighs softly and pushes herself up gently from the forest floor, standing. * Jada looks down at her for a moment, then grins as an idea forms in her mind. * Kiralyn grins up at Jada. "It's nice to feel you invading my mind again." <Kiralyn> No...I'm too tired for puffy, or any of the likes, sis. <Jada> Hmm...what say ye to an evening of popcorn and chocolate...with fingernail polish and hair curlers? * Kiralyn gives a teasing, but serious warning glare. * Jada shoots her sister a mock glare, then grins. * Kiralyn brightens <Kiralyn> I'd love it! <Jada> I mean...like a sleepover...untrusting one... * Kiralyn chuckles as she stands <Kiralyn> Give me a good reason I shouldn't be untrusting of thee... * Kiralyn is grinning teasingly * Jada sighs dramatically, cocking her hand on her hip. "Like I'm not worthy of trust..." * Jada stiffles a giggle. * Kiralyn hooks her arm in her sisters, ready to wave them both to the destination of choice for a sleepover. <Jada> <m>I cannae think of one to be quite honest.... * Jada winks * Kiralyn chuckles and begins the wave, hoping she gets it right. * Jada thinks the cottage in Warlow is a nice spot for a slumber party. * Kiralyn frowns * Jada looks at her, concern filling her features. <Jada> >>What is it?<< <Kiralyn> >>I cannae go to Warlow. Ye should know why.<< * Kiralyn pulls her arm from her sisters, hating her damn mood swings that can come so suddenly. * Jada kicks herself for her ignorance, frowning at her thought. <Jada> >>How about the Cabin....in Garabine...we will nae have to visit...just go there to get away...?<< * Kiralyn smiles softly and nods, looking at her sister. * Jada brightens a bit at this better thought and pushes warm thoughts into Kira's mind. <Kiralyn> >>sounds perfect. and maybe we will visit.<< <Jada> <m>I dunnae doubt if ye get a fever from all these warm thoughts... * Kiralyn laughs * Jada grins and hooks Kira's arm, awaiting the wave of her hand to flash them there. * Kiralyn hooks her arm once again, and helps wave them off to the cabin. <Kiralyn> LOL! <Kiralyn> Get out of my head!! <Jada> ((ROFL..>Get out of my head!!)) <Jada> ((ACK!!! ROFLMAO Quit it!)) <Kiralyn> ((LOLOL! <--stayed quiet that time)) <Jada> ((alright...I'm outta here...this is a little too twilight zone for me...hehehe...see ya later hon!! :*)) <Kiralyn> ((Bye!)) Session Close: Mon Jun 03 22:16:37 1996 Date: Fri, 14 Jun 1996 16:12:32 -0500 From: Jimmie Bragdon <[email protected]> Subject: CDA struck down by Judges Group, I thought that this would be of interest to us all, and worthy of sending to the list. PARENTS AND MINORS: there is a little strong language in here, so if you don't want to see that, don't read this. (It is near the very end) -TheRaven ------- Forwarded Message Date: Fri, 14 Jun 1996 11:02:26 -0700 To: [email protected] From: [email protected] (--Todd Lappin-->) Subject: ANALYSIS: "Sweet Words of Freedom" Sender: [email protected] THE CDA DISASTER NETWORK June 14, 1996 Greetings, All! I send apologies for my silence amid all the CDA euphoria, but I've been a busy boy of late, with lots of articles to write, and so on. I spent most of the day on Wednesday digesting the 200 pages of the Philadelphia decision, and yesterday, I wrote an analysis of the ruling for HotWired. I'm passing it along here for your reading pleasure. (HotWired has prepared a Special Report on the CDA decision, including Louis Rossetto's "Victory!" editorial, Declan McCullagh's preview of "What's next," and a section of shrill reaction comments from free speech opponents. You can check it all out at http://www.hotwired.com/) If you have ANY further questions or comments about the Philadelphia decision, PLEASE pass them along to me via email. I'll compile your questions in hopes of answering them for all to see in the days ahead. These are happy days... Hope you're enjoying them. Work the network! - --Todd Lappin--> Section Editor WIRED Magazine =3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D= =3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D= =3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D Sweet Words of Freedom -- The CDA Decision: A prose poem in praise of free speech on the Net. CDA Special - HotWired http://www.hotwired.com/ by Todd Lappin In the end, the CDA decision wasn't just a victory for free speech - it was also a crushing rout of the self-righteous moralists who have argued that the First Amendment doesn't extend into cyberspace. When the trial began in March, Judges Dolores Sloviter, Ronald Buckwalter, and Stewart Dalzell were online newbies. But by the time they handed down their unanimous decision on 12 June, the judges showed that they had figured out what the Internet is all about, and why it deserves the broadest free speech protection possible. Almost a third of the nearly 200-page decision - roughly 300 kilobytes in electronic form - is devoted to "findings of fact," the basic facts of the case as affirmed by the judges. Many of these findings seem mundane to seasoned netizens, but bear in mind that when this case moves to the Supreme Court, the justices will adopt the findings of fact from the Philadelphia ruling in their entirety. Thus, while the Supremes may differ in their interpretation of the facts, they won't dispute the facts themselves. In this respect, we made out pretty damn well. The findings of fact paint an accurate picture of what the Net is, how it works, and why it's both impractical and unnecessary for the government to regulate what Internet users say to one another. "Unlike traditional media, the barriers to entry as a speaker on the Internet do not differ significantly from the barriers to entry as a listener," the judges wrote. "In the argot of the medium, the speaker can and does become the content provider, and vice-versa. The Internet is therefore a unique and wholly new medium of worldwide human communication." From those sweet words, the judges go on to establish more crucial facts in the case. Rejecting the cyberporn scare-mongering of the traditional media, the court determined that "there is no evidence that sexually oriented material is the primary type of content on this new medium." Defying the government's argument that the Internet should be regulated like a broadcast medium, the court found that "communications over the Internet do not 'invade' an individual's home or appear on one's computer screen unbidden. Users seldom encounter content 'by accident.'" The judges recognized that "perhaps 40 percent or more of content on the Internet originates outside the United States," and thus is not subject to American jurisdiction. And finally, in a refreshing acknowledgement of the damage that would be caused by the CDA's stifling of free speech on the Internet, the court determined, as a matter of fact, that "many speakers who display arguably indecent content on the Internet must choose between silence and the risk of prosecution. The CDA's defenses - credit card verification, adult access codes, and adult personal identification numbers - are effectively unavailable for noncommercial, not-for-profit entities." In subsequent portions of the decision, each judge was given the opportunity to present an individual analysis of why the CDA doesn't pass constitutional muster. Chief Judge Sloviter argued that the CDA's use of the terms "indecent" and "patently offensive" are "inherently vague, particularly in light of the Government's inability to identify the relevant community by whose standards the material will be judged." Taking a withering swipe at the "ban it all, then let the judges and prosecutors sort it out" attitude of politicians on Capitol Hill, Sloviter adds: "Whether Congress's decision [in adopting the language of the CDA] was a wise one is not at issue here. It was unquestionably a decision that placed the CDA in serious conflict with our most cherished protection - the right to choose the material to which we would have access.... " Judge Buckwalter, who issued an initial temporary restraining order against enforcement of the CDA back in February, stated: "The CDA attempts to regulate protected speech through criminal sanctions, thus implicating not only the First but also the Fifth Amendment of our Constitution." He then added, "The concept of due process is every bit as important to our form of government as is free speech...." Finally, there was Judge Stewart Dalzell, who displayed an admirable ability to grok how the Internet functions as a tool for promoting the democratic exchange of ideas. Say what you want about lawyers and their tendency to speak in arcane doubletalk, Dalzell's analysis is a model of plain-spoken praise of free speech on the Net: "It is no exaggeration to conclude that the Internet has achieved, and continues to achieve, the most participatory marketplace of mass speech that this country - and indeed the world - has yet seen. The plaintiffs in these actions correctly describe the 'democratizing' effects of Internet communication: individual citizens of limited means can speak to a worldwide audience on issues of concern to them.... The Government ... implicitly asks this court to limit both the amount of speech on the Internet and the availability of that speech. This argument is profoundly repugnant to First Amendment principles." Dalzell concluded that "the Internet deserves the broadest possible protection from government-imposed, content-based regulation" because, as he puts it (paraphrasing a famous line of Justice Felix Frankfurter's), "Any content-based regulation of the Internet, no matter how benign the purpose, could burn the global village to roast the pig." Judges Sloviter, Buckwalter, and Dalzell didn't conclude that the CDA is "flawed." They didn't conclude that it can be fixed through minor reworking of the statute's language. Instead, they concluded that its prohibitions on free speech are unconstitutional "on their face." And in the words of the court, "no party has any interest in the enforcement of an unconstitutional law." The judges in Philly figured out what the Internet is, how it works, and what makes it unique. Their decision has been handed down, and the word is out: Fuck off, Uncle Sam. Cyberspace is where democracy lives. Copyright =A9 1996 HotWired, Inc. 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WARNING: This is not a drill! +--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+ ------- End of Forwarded Message Date: Fri, 14 Jun 1996 17:07:17 -0700 (PDT) From: RangerBlue <[email protected]> Subject: For whom the Bell Tolls 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] It was a glorious summer day in Arangoth. RangerBlue and WrynBlue were on the roof of the Arangoth Town Hall for the dedication of the new town bell. "And now" says the mayor, "The first sounding of our new bell done by the twin brothers, Bellmeisters Hans und Doolie." As Hans turns to go to the bell, Doolie says to him "Nein Hans, I der elder brother." Hans nods as Doolie goes to the edge of the roof. Blue turns to Wryn as polite applause occurs "Excuse me beloved, but it occurs to me that Bellmeister Doolie has no arms. Have you noticed this? How will he ring the bell?" Wryn turns to him and says, "Aye husband. I did note that. Likely some kind of EEO thing for the manipulatively impaired. Pay it nae mind." A few moments later. Doolie dashes in a dead run, leaps and slams his face against the bell...which lets out a loud ring. He backs off..and again launches himself at the bell with the same result. Wryn and Blue watch this impressive display a few moments..when disaster occurs. Doolie runs and launches himself at the bell and "Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" is heard as he shoots over the edge of the roof and down having completely missed the bell in his leap. Wryn peers over the roof edge at the gathering crowd below and mutters to Blue, "I have never seen him before in Arangoth. I wonder who he was?" "Don't know" replies Blue as he shakes his head, "But he was a dead ringer for his brother." Date: Sat, 15 Jun 1996 01:59:59 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: ANNOUNCING... Citizens of Arangoth, I herby invite each and every one o' ye to the first Royal Ball of Arangoth. It will take place in #Drache~Hall on June 28,1996 at 7pm PST. Everyone dress up in your finest. All Royals and nobles expected to attend (if you can) . There will be NO fighting at the ball, tis a dance for merriment only. And if you have plots going please center them around the Dance if you have to play them out..Regular roleplaying will go on in #BLKDRAGON*Inn. Men, ask your ladies to attend the ball with you..do it soon so they may get their gowns fitted. This is to be THE event of the year in Arangoth so don't miss it. The King and Queen look forward to seeing ye all there. P.S. This dance is being funded by Lord Lan something or nother ((sorry dude..couldn't remember how to spell the last name and yer not around right now)) **************************************************************************** ***************************** 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 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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, 14 Jun 1996 22:04:54 -0400 From: [email protected] (Black) Subject: Re: Had a really bad night... My personal address is..... [email protected] >Hi. Guess what? I lost your real E-mail address. Can you send it to me >again? Please? >I really wanted to write some other stuff in here, but I can't because >you aren't the only one getting this. (Sorry folks, personal.) >I just need a shoulder, and it is almost 3 am here. >Well, i guess I better go. See you tomorrow. bye. > >Wench > > Date: Fri, 14 Jun 1996 19:18:53 -0700 From: Jonas Bush <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Had a really bad night... How do I RSVP for that war exercises thingy? Kyrus At 10:04 PM 6/14/96 -0400, you wrote: > > >My personal address is..... [email protected] > > > > > > >>Hi. Guess what? I lost your real E-mail address. Can you send it to me >>again? Please? >>I really wanted to write some other stuff in here, but I can't because >>you aren't the only one getting this. (Sorry folks, personal.) >>I just need a shoulder, and it is almost 3 am here. >>Well, i guess I better go. See you tomorrow. bye. >> >>Wench >> >> > > =================================================== Jonas Bush - Arg! [email protected] Oooh, Donuts. "Love the Lord your God with all your heart, your mind, you strength, your soul, and your body." =================================================== Date: Sat, 15 Jun 1996 02:26:02 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: Descriptions of attire I was thinking ..I know everyone will be all dressed up and will want to tell people how they look..soooo before the dance anyone who wants to...on the night of the dance send a descrip to the mailing list..ie Donna gets ready in her room at the Inn.. she slips on her red satin gown with hooped skirts and has her lady button it tight..her black hair tied back ..etc etc.. same goes for the guys..I encurage all of you to send in a descrip of what you are wearing.. have fun! **************************************************************************** ***************************** 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 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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, 14 Jun 1996 22:31:23 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[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], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected] Subject: Re: For whom the Bell Tolls On Fri, 14 Jun 1996, RangerBlue wrote: > > > It was a glorious summer day in Arangoth. RangerBlue and WrynBlue > were on the roof of the Arangoth Town Hall for the dedication of > the new town bell. > > "And now" says the mayor, "The first sounding of our new bell done > by the twin brothers, Bellmeisters Hans und Doolie." > > As Hans turns to go to the bell, Doolie says to him "Nein Hans, I > der elder brother." Hans nods as Doolie goes to the edge of the > roof. > > Blue turns to Wryn as polite applause occurs "Excuse me beloved, > but it occurs to me that Bellmeister Doolie has no arms. Have you > noticed this? How will he ring the bell?" > > Wryn turns to him and says, "Aye husband. I did note that. Likely > some kind of EEO thing for the manipulatively impaired. Pay it nae > mind." > > A few moments later. Doolie dashes in a dead run, leaps and slams > his face against the bell...which lets out a loud ring. He backs > off..and again launches himself at the bell with the same result. > > Wryn and Blue watch this impressive display a few moments..when > disaster occurs. Doolie runs and launches himself at the bell and > "Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" is heard as he shoots over the > edge of the roof and down having completely missed the bell in his > leap. > > Wryn peers over the roof edge at the gathering crowd below and > mutters to Blue, "I have never seen him before in Arangoth. I > wonder who he was?" > > "Don't know" replies Blue as he shakes his head, "But he was a dead > ringer for his brother." > *Simon comes up behind Wryn and RangerBlue...* "Tell me, Simon, Have you seen this man before?" RangerBlue asks. "No, RangerBlue." Simon replied. "His Face rings a bell, though." SimnFenix and his Mun. Date: Sat, 15 Jun 1996 00:04:41 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: For whom the Bell Tolls this is way totally out of character by the way..... : **StEvE looks to Simons Mundane in total disbelief** you know.....that was by far....the *worst* joke/pun/etc that i have *ever* *ever* *EVER* read! im serious....that was soooo bad.... **shakes his head in utter revulsion of simons humor and walks off muttering to himself** StEvE Date: Sat, 15 Jun 1996 09:46:41 -0500 From: [email protected] (Cullen Stevenson) Subject: Re: Descriptions of attire >Donna gets ready in her room at the Inn.. she slips on her red satin gown >with hooped skirts and has her lady button it tight..her black hair tied >back ..etc etc.. >same goes for the guys..I encurage all of you to send in a descrip of what >you are wearing.. Connor gets ready in his room at the Inn.. he slips on his red satin gown with hooped skirts and has his man button it tight, his black hair tied back. --- 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, 15 Jun 1996 19:14:21 -0700 (PDT) From: Sylvia <[email protected]> Subject: R.S.V.P. Invitation to the Ball Responding to the invitation to the First Ball in Arangoth, Princesses petal and Menolly will be unable to attend as their mun is not going to be online after the 21 or 22 of June. Please Enjoy yourselves immensely for them :) ~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all. Date: Sat, 15 Jun 1996 22:14:42 -0500 From: Arianeira <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Test and thoughts >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! > I love that song -ME> Arianeira de Gwynedd, Princess Tanista Erinna Fian and Bandraoi ++++++++==+++++++++ + //----\\//----\\+ + ||oooo//\\oooo||+ + \\==== xx ====//+ + //==== xx === \\+ + ||oooo\\//oooo||+ + \\----//\\----//+ ++++++++==+++++++++ [actually her mun, but hey, that's good too, because if it wasn't, you'd really have to wonder who was writing this...oh well..I'll shut up now....] that's supposed to be a keltic knot....oh well... [*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*] "dammit, where'd I put the piece of paper with the quote on it!!!"- me Date: Sun, 16 Jun 1996 01:26:16 -0400 From: Dave Crampton <[email protected]> Subject: Re: R.S.V.P. Invitation to the Ball Dear Queen AngelSin, I, Jake Clinton, also known as Stalker, will be attending the ball, situation providing. -- 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: Sun, 16 Jun 1996 01:05:33 -0600 From: [email protected] (OneStab) Subject: Re: R.S.V.P. Invitation to the Ball <<muttermuttermutter>> I have to get a Date???? *Sighs.. then grins rechecking the calandar* The Queen will pardon me absence, but Mun has some business to attend that eve and will nae be available.. As much as I love black tie affairs, I will miss this one.. But I do wish all in attendance well. Warden OneStab First Knight of Arangoth Date: Sun, 16 Jun 1996 02:14:36 -0700 From: Quickning <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Roleplayer of the month A very Nice ideal. Kinda like acadme award for Roleplayers. But how about an award for the worst rolepaying. (selfnomination of course. I nominate me! and later i will tell you why.) Give the award a good name kay. Crystal Mun of Quickning the worst thief in Arangoth Date: Sun, 16 Jun 1996 02:18:13 -0700 From: Quickning <[email protected]> Subject: The Murder of Horace the Dicebot (No Joke : ) ) *****************THIS IS NOT A JOKE...WELL NOT REALLY*************** This is OOC of coures: Quickning want to take out a contract on Horace the Dice Bot. And I am deadly serious. I have never one anything when Horace was the Dice bot. Im not saying his dice are crooked. Im just saying I want him DEAD! So we might change his name or something. I know it sounds a little strange to want to kill a dice bot in some murder plot, but i think its appropriate. I wanna kill 'im he might as well go out with style. I'll even Deathmatch him, but not with his dice. (Well maybe we don't have to kill him, maybe make him fear for his life and roll better.) I'm not the only one who hates his dice. Hopefully on of the Royal Ops will play Horace. I wanna do this right. I know this is kinda a deprature from the MelowDrama that is usually in the Inn, But a little comedy couldn't hurt. Anyone interested? Sick of Loseing with Horace Crystal Mun of Brinna and Quickning. DEATH TO HORACE!! *****************I'M NOT KIDDING!!! *********************** Date: Sun, 16 Jun 1996 10:16:44 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: word of pc warning : As some of you may or may not seen, im playing a new PC called Haight....it seemed to cause a bit of ruckus when it was mentioned that he was a vampire hunter....id just like to say that he isnt out to *kill* all vampires....not yet at least.....so if any of you have vampire characters or see me harrassing a vampire, please remember, that i wont do anything more severe than fighting them in the arena....i will *not* kill them, even if they request it....so PLEASE....unless its something your character just CAN NOT permit, then let me play and dont interfere =) thank you.... ok...back to our regularly scheduled program... StEvE Date: Sun, 16 Jun 1996 15:12:43 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: Re: Roleplayer of the month Good idea..but we've been doing this in the newsletter..but now that YOU wanna take on the job by all means!! hehhehehehhe I vote for um...*ME* for best..um..EVERYTHING!! >:) lol.. I withdraw my own nomination since I'm me *sigh* > > >A very Nice ideal. Kinda like acadme award for Roleplayers. But how >about an award for the worst rolepaying. (selfnomination of course. I >nominate me! and later i will tell you why.) Give the award a good name >kay. >Crystal Mun of Quickning the worst thief in Arangoth > > > **************************************************************************** ***************************** 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 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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: Sun, 16 Jun 1996 12:30:05 -0400 (EDT) From: Brenlyn Shadows-in-the-Mist <[email protected]> Cc: BlackDragon <[email protected]> Subject: PUN-isher's warning On Sat, 15 Jun 1996 [email protected] wrote: > you know.....that was by far....the *worst* joke/pun/etc that i have *ever* > *ever* *EVER* read! im serious....that was soooo bad.... Be glad you haven't heard *my* puns yet... There's a reason I'm known as the PUNisher to my friends... absolutely horrible one-liner puns... esp. fish and bird puns... Wolfie`s groggy-(You adults out there know what I mean... it was the first weekend after a new job) mun Date: Sun, 16 Jun 1996 12:35:40 -0400 (EDT) From: Brenlyn Shadows-in-the-Mist <[email protected]> Cc: BlackDragon <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Haight > As some of you may or may not seen, im playing a new PC called Haight....it > seemed to cause a bit of ruckus when it was mentioned that he was a vampire > hunter....id just like to say that he isnt out to *kill* all vampires....not > yet at least.....so if any of you have vampire characters or see me > harrassing a vampire, please remember, that i wont do anything more severe > than fighting them in the arena....i will *not* kill them, even if they > request it....so PLEASE....unless its something your character just CAN NOT > permit, then let me play and dont interfere =) thank you.... > ok...back to our regularly scheduled program... > StEvE > ::Mey Caldeoch watches from his keep, pondering:: ~* Hmmm, a Hunter has entered the game... I wonder what sort of amusement he may bring? Worth investigating? I don't know. I shall have to watch him closely. *~ Mey's slightly-groggy-(see the afore-sent letter by Wolfie for the complete description) mun Date: Sun, 16 Jun 1996 16:46:53 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: ARIANNA? I can't remember how you spell yer nick and there are similar names in the channel but the one that lives near ME in Santa Cruz, Can you please Email me at [email protected] I need info on the meeting in Eureka in Aug! ASAP out of town folk need to make reservations! 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 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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: Sun, 16 Jun 1996 17:48:58 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: um..no ALEANNA Ok..accually it's Aleanna that I'm looking for I think..SHE is the one that know's about the meeting in Eureka..If your out there Ale..msg me on IRC or email me..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 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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: Sun, 16 Jun 1996 12:20:00 -0700 From: [email protected] (Todd Hortillosa ) Subject: Re: R.S.V.P. Invitation to the Ball Well, Rand al`Thor might go to this thing too. Date: Sun, 16 Jun 1996 14:36:13 -0500 From: [email protected] (Raphtontis Archrelar Amon) Subject: Roleplayer of the month ok, here we go.. I have given this a great deal of thought, and I came to the conclusion that this idea is long overdue.. I have decided that some of the exceptional players of the BDI and the DMI need to be recognized.. Now is your chance to cast your vote for your favorite Player/Character to give them a chance to be recognized. The rules are explained at my web site (location in the sig) Thank you, have a nice day Raphtontis Archrelar Amon Co-Commander, Brotherhood of Light Elder councilmember, Mysts of Avalon The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing <Edmund Burke, attributed> Come cast your vote for BDI/DMI Roleplayer of the month at the Lyonsglade Home page www.geocities.com/TimesSquare/4507/ Date: Sun, 16 Jun 1996 13:29:51 -0700 From: Adam <[email protected]> Subject: Re: BDI Yellow Pages! :) My birthday's December 11, BTW Angel. -- 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: Sun, 16 Jun 1996 13:36:19 -0700 From: Adam <[email protected]> Subject: Re: R.S.V.P. Invitation to the Ball I, Arion Hawkens, will be there almost definatly, tho I will be leaving for about 11-13 days afterwords. -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: Sun, 16 Jun 1996 16:38:31 -0500 From: Kirsten Miller <[email protected]> Subject: Re: BDI Yellow Pages Queen of Arangoth wrote: > > Idea! > > I just had a great idea..anyway..I'de like to create a yellow pages for the > BDI.. Probably all the net. What it would be is anyone who knows someone > that Roleplays on the net would put their email address on the page so if > someone lost the email address or was looking for an old RPG buddy from AOL, > prodigy etc. They would be able to find them if the person has registered > with me.. SOoooo.. All on the list please email me at [email protected] > with your nickname,all online services you've roleplayed, IRC channel's you > frequent, your email address and even your real name (optional). > > I will create the page and send the proper links to all search engines on > how to find people.. > > Thanks VERY nice idea! (dammit... the 's' is too close to the 'd' - I keep wanting to type "isea" rather than "idea" - Sorry... that was random...) Mun: Kirsten Miller PRODIGY: Phoenix, Prez Rogue, Katherine MacIntyre (Or was it MacIntosh? I can't remember...) Rue1, Lanfear, LadyMoiraine, And Camille Chameleon (say a word, and I'll shoot you... It's a Darkwing Duck character, okay?!) AOL: Kurin, Akane308, YuriChan IRC: Rue, Taeylea, Isea, Aylaishia, Yuri, Peverell, Kasumi, Ryoko, Washuu I was the "Vice Prez" then became the "Prez" of the TV BB X-Men club on Prodigy for a long time. I was known as Prez Rogue for nearly 3 years, and I am desperately searching for the members of the "Demented Ones" chapter of the club. I am also looking for: For about a year, I was on Prodigy Chat under the names of Rue1, and Lanfear. I would hang out in the Peaceful Warrior Inn, and in the David Eddings Club. Prodigy: Maggie Morphew Ruth Arnold Chuck Rassier Alicia Traveria "Nuitari" "Naween" AOL: "Kefka666/AtmaWeapon" Thanks Ang! I hope you can really help with this... :) -- 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 WANT TO MAKE HIM MINE!" - Washuu Date: Sun, 16 Jun 1996 16:46:44 -0500 From: Kirsten Miller <[email protected]> Subject: Re: BDI Yellow Pages Oh! Here are all of my E-Mail addresses - old and new... <G> The top one is the only one I have. [email protected] [email protected] [email protected] [email protected] [email protected] (i can't remember if it was 308 or 208) [email protected] (kurin was my moogle... I was on as her for the longest time) [email protected] (this was my main name. I was in RDI and The video games lounge) Date: Sun, 16 Jun 1996 15:36:14 -0700 (PDT) From: Sylvia <[email protected]> Subject: PC Awards and junk Best roleplayer...for the Best Harlequin Romance actress I nominate Crysalin. ~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all. Date: Sun, 16 Jun 1996 19:10:46 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: The Murder of Horace the Dicebot (No Joke : ) ) ::::glares at her for bringing it up:::: how very conveinient! HORACE IS DEAD!!!! he hasnt been in the inn all day long! i certainly *hope* you have an aliby miss, cause if not, i really dont think you are going to be seeing sunshine for a very long time.... ::::Daedil stands and waits for an explaination::::: Date: Sun, 16 Jun 1996 19:18:06 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: PC Awards and junk oh ya? well....hmm....im not the most annoying anymore....Stagg took that over.... and i cant be most evil, cause hellion is inactive and there are SO many new so-called "evil" pc's.... and then of course, i cant be most-likely-to-be-called-trash cause i dont even *have* one of those characters.... RandoM was booted out of his place as jester due to the fact that there are about 20 others at the moment.... so, now i feel that *sniff* im not special anymore...*sniff* WAIT!!!! I KNOW!!! ::::runs to put in his vote as "Mun Most Like His PC":::: MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!!!!! Ran StEvE doM Date: Sun, 16 Jun 1996 16:39:17 -0700 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: The Murder of Horace the Dicebot (No Joke : ) [email protected] wrote: > > ::::glares at her for bringing it up:::: > how very conveinient! > HORACE IS DEAD!!!! > he hasnt been in the inn all day long! > i certainly *hope* you have an aliby miss, cause if not, i really dont think > you are going to be seeing sunshine for a very long time.... > ::::Daedil stands and waits for an explaination::::: Mitsu reads this and frowns...someone else dead?...oh that is not good. Date: Sun, 16 Jun 1996 16:44:15 -0700 (PDT) From: RangerBlue <[email protected]> Subject: A Fleeting Moment 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] Having ridden from Taigenath that day for a picnic by the sea, Blue and Wryn sat under a tree and watched several vessels of the Arangoth Navy ponderously make their way out to sea. As the faint calls of the chanties reached them, Blue turns to Wryn and says, "You know me dear, I do love the songs of the ships. Takes me back a bit it does." Wryn opens her eyes which had been resting as she listens, "Well husband, the new Naval change about music will interest you then. They have ordered that all ships bands must practice aft of the fantail." Blue blinks a moment at this, "Aft of the fantail my love? There is only ocean aft of the fantail. To what possible purpose?" Wryn closes her eyes again and smiles as she snuggles closer, "The Admiralty wish to improve the fleet my dear and to do so, will leave no stern untoned." Date: Sun, 16 Jun 1996 21:52:12 -0500 From: Arianeira <[email protected]> Subject: helping and Rping.. I know this topic has already been talked to death, but I think this needs to be said. I was in the inn tonight.A some guy asked me to help him and I said sure. When I told him to just play along with what I was about to start. instantly started to flirt with my charecter. While I don't think there is anything qrong with flirting, I do mind the fact that offering to help a guy, if your a girl, seems to be an invitation to flirt and/or hit on a PC. it's not. don't take it like that ME Arianeira de Gwynedd, Princess Tanista Erinna Fian and Bandraoi ++++++++==+++++++++ + //----\\//----\\+ + ||oooo//\\oooo||+ + \\==== xx ====//+ + //==== xx === \\+ + ||oooo\\//oooo||+ + \\----//\\----//+ ++++++++==+++++++++ [actually her mun, but hey, that's good too, because if it wasn't, you'd really have to wonder who was writing this...oh well..I'll shut up now....] that's supposed to be a keltic knot....oh well... [*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*] "dammit, where'd I put the piece of paper with the quote on it!!!"- me Date: Sun, 16 Jun 1996 23:13:40 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: um..no ALEANNA you still spelled her name wrong...its aelanna....and i dont think she is on the lists either.... StEvE Date: Sun, 16 Jun 1996 23:32:54 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Time for a Stephen Lotts Letter of Mayhem Ive been thinking for a while, trying to decide just what i think ill complain about this time.... so to save myself grief and time for that matter, im just going to write about the most complained about things in the inn and how we can deal with them.....if you dont like my usual complaints, then stop reading now folks, but sometimes i *do* make sense... 1) This one is well complained about, but i think i will actually fight in its defense for once... : the fact that vampires were *at one time* the most plentyful PC's in the inn.....months ago it was wall to wall blood sucking undead.... everyone was or had a vampire character and didnt mind showing everyone (a break of the masquarade i might add).. i must admit, i have seen a *slight* decrease in vampires *BUT*...im sorry people....but you play the worst vampires ive ever played with.....im *so* unimpressed....they vampires are usually either god pc's, who have every known power in existance, or characters which the only vampiric power they consist of is that of drinking blood....and even half of them try to get out of that part with some lame story about this that or the other....ill admit ive seen a *few* (oh so few) vampires that are worth merit, but these are so limited... Conclusion on Vampires : they are here, deal with it....i play a vampire hunter (two to be exact) and even i know there is nothing you can do....if you look at the percentage of the races, vampires may be high on the list, but do we ever complain about the *HUGE* number of elves? in the end, we all give way to whomever the Mundane chooses to play, and none of us have a say in the matter, so lets all (*sigh* especially myself) draw this subject to a close... 2) The common problem in the inn at this time, came with the 5th generation of the inn's patrons....that of BLKDRAGON*Love-Connection.....yes people...we have problems.. the most common complaint i have heard in the inn and on the list is that of "every time i go to the inn, i have attempts at being picked up" etc.....what do *I* say about it? GET OVER IT!!!! YOU *DESERVE* TO GET HIT ON DAMMIT!!! you fragging walk into a BAR wearing some skimpy outfit with your *PERFECT* bodies and flaunt yourselves about.....get over it....just do like people have to do in real life...REJECT THEM.....ive seen it...people get hit on and accept it with a smile, offer them a seat and then complain about this person bugging them 10 minutes later....please.....if you didnt want them to talk to you in such a manner, perhaps you should either tell them that or just tell them to GO THE HELL AWAY.... ********************************************* now, i have a LOT of other things id love to go into, but this is long enough.....ill try writing a few complaint/corrections each week just to keep us all on our toes and try to stir things up a bit.....cause, without someone pointing out our mistakes, screw-ups, and things that just *can not* go without correction, how will we ever get things right? StEvE Date: Mon, 17 Jun 1996 00:08:20 -0400 (EDT) From: "Hudson's Petting Zoo" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: The Murder of Horace the Dicebot (No Joke : ) ) On Sun, 16 Jun 1996, Quickning wrote: > This is OOC of coures: > Quickning want to take out a contract on Horace the Dice Bot. > And I am deadly serious. I have never one anything when Horace was the > Dice bot. Im not saying his dice are crooked. Im just saying I want him > [snip] > Mun of Brinna and Quickning. > > DEATH TO HORACE!! > > *****************I'M NOT KIDDING!!! *********************** > Um, never??? Brinna beat Raych friday night, 10-9. Gave Raych a damn nasty scar on his left knee, as well. Raych's (insert adjective here) mun ---- Eric Hudson, mundane form of Sir Raych Seldon [.sig snip] ---- Date: Mon, 17 Jun 1996 00:17:29 -0400 (EDT) From: Brenlyn Shadows-in-the-Mist <[email protected]> Cc: BlackDragon <[email protected]> Subject: line theft..... ^-*^ On Mon, 17 Jun 1996, Hudson's Petting Zoo wrote: > > Raych's (insert adjective here) mun > Geez! I go to all that trouble to come up with something new and interesting to do (instead of a .sig) and now someone comes along and tries to copy me...... Sheesh! *grin* Wolfie`s I-was-here-first-so-keep-yer-paws-off-my-line mun <<*grin*>> Date: Sun, 16 Jun 1996 23:22:20 -0500 From: [email protected] (Raphtontis Archrelar Amon) Subject: Re: line theft..... ^-*^ >Geez! I go to all that trouble to come up with something new and >interesting to do (instead of a .sig) and now someone comes along and >tries to copy me...... Sheesh! *grin* > >Wolfie`s I-was-here-first-so-keep-yer-paws-off-my-line mun <<*grin*>> Sheesh, wolfie.. they were doing that on AOL before the Vampire wave.. ;) Raphtontis Archrelar Amon Co-Commander, Brotherhood of Light Elder councilmember, Mysts of Avalon The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing <Edmund Burke, attributed> Come cast your vote for BDI/DMI Roleplayer of the month at the Lyonsglade Home page www.geocities.com/TimesSquare/4507/ Date: Mon, 17 Jun 1996 00:36:59 -0400 (EDT) From: Brenlyn Shadows-in-the-Mist <[email protected]> Cc: BlackDragon <[email protected]> Subject: Re: line theft..... ^-*^ On Sun, 16 Jun 1996, Raphtontis Archrelar Amon wrote: > > Sheesh, wolfie.. they were doing that on AOL before the Vampire wave.. ;) > > Raphtontis Archrelar Amon Yeah, but I was never there, never saw it, heard of it, or smelled wind of it... So it's still original to me.... :P. And Wolfie is still one of the only Garou left in the inn.... I see onlt 2 werewolves in the inn... Other Bete far outnumber the Garou.... Wolfie`s still-homeless-til-his-roommate-gets-back into-town-she's-already-two-days-late mun Date: Mon, 17 Jun 1996 01:38:48 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> X-Sender: hoag@suntan 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] Subject: Re: A Fleeting Moment On Sun, 16 Jun 1996, RangerBlue wrote: > > > Having ridden from Taigenath that day for a picnic by the sea, Blue > and Wryn sat under a tree and watched several vessels of the Arangoth > Navy ponderously make their way out to sea. As the faint calls of > the chanties reached them, Blue turns to Wryn and says, "You know > me dear, I do love the songs of the ships. Takes me back a bit it > does." > > Wryn opens her eyes which had been resting as she listens, "Well > husband, the new Naval change about music will interest you then. > They have ordered that all ships bands must practice aft of the > fantail." > > Blue blinks a moment at this, "Aft of the fantail my love? There > is only ocean aft of the fantail. To what possible purpose?" > > Wryn closes her eyes again and smiles as she snuggles closer, "The > Admiralty wish to improve the fleet my dear and to do so, will > leave no stern untoned." *As seems to be his Unerring Nature, Simon appears in the tree above them, with a Farseer in hand, Watching the Navy head out to sea...* "RangerBlue, Look, One of the Ships seems to be in Trouble!" *Immediately, RangerBlue brought out His Farseer, and Scanned the ships, seeing one of them, a small Rowboat being bailed by its Crew, four Hispanic Sailors..* "Oh My..." RangerBlue Exclaimed... "How should we note this Disaster to the Naval Commander?" *Simon scanned the Unfortunate Hispanics, now halfway into the Water...* "Quite Simpne, RangerBlue.." Simon Replied.. "Quatro Sinko." SimnFenix, and his Pun-Raised Mun. Date: Mon, 17 Jun 1996 08:33:03 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: A Fleeting Moment ::::reads yet another of Simon's truly horrible puns and the pain is so intense he is nearly forced to vomit::::: thats it.... ::::slips on a dark blue cap:::: i hearby appoint myself as the pun police in this realm......Simon, another one of those and im giving you thirty years with your fingers stuck together with super glue, and then taped up into foot-wide balls with duct tape..... <m> write another bad pun in this town...sheesh..... ::::rides off into the sunset on a donkey:::::: RandoM Date: Mon, 17 Jun 1996 10:24:19 -0400 (EDT) From: Jada Wyrthshire <[email protected]> Subject: Re: R.S.V.P. Invitation to the Ball At 01:05 AM 6/16/96 -0600, you wrote: > > > ><<muttermuttermutter>> I have to get a Date???? > >*Sighs.. then grins rechecking the calandar* > >The Queen will pardon me absence, but Mun has some business to attend that >eve and will nae be available.. As much as I love black tie affairs, I will >miss this one.. But I do wish all in attendance well. > >Warden OneStab >First Knight of Arangoth > > > ::pouts, thinking she had just the date for him:: Sure?? ::was thinking of a cute little double date scenario with herself and Lucien and her other half and One...pouts more:: Really sure?? ::folds her mundie's missive and sends it along, muttering:: Sheesh, always pushing thy nose in someone else's affairs.... Date: Mon, 17 Jun 1996 11:39:20 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: A Fleeting Moment On Mon, 17 Jun 1996 [email protected] wrote: > > > ::::reads yet another of Simon's truly horrible puns and the pain is so > intense he is nearly forced to vomit::::: > thats it.... ::::slips on a dark blue cap:::: i hearby appoint myself as the > pun police in this realm......Simon, another one of those and im giving you > thirty years with your fingers stuck together with super glue, and then taped > up into foot-wide balls with duct tape..... > <m> write another bad pun in this town...sheesh..... > ::::rides off into the sunset on a donkey:::::: > RandoM > Random, That's East! The Sunset is the Other way! *Simon watches as Random rides Smack into a false sunset....* SimnFenix Date: Mon, 17 Jun 1996 10:33:21 -0700 From: Adam <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Haight ::Arion Hawkens is muttering to himself:: This make my life much easier. First VampKill, now Haight. Sometimes I wish I was not undead. -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, 17 Jun 1996 16:06:27 -0500 From: Arianeira <[email protected]> Subject: Re: A Fleeting Moment At 11:39 AM 6/17/96 -0400, you wrote: > > > > >On Mon, 17 Jun 1996 [email protected] wrote: > >> >> >> ::::reads yet another of Simon's truly horrible puns and the pain is so >> intense he is nearly forced to vomit::::: >> thats it.... ::::slips on a dark blue cap:::: i hearby appoint myself as the >> pun police in this realm......Simon, another one of those and im giving you >> thirty years with your fingers stuck together with super glue, and then taped >> up into foot-wide balls with duct tape..... >> <m> write another bad pun in this town...sheesh..... >> ::::rides off into the sunset on a donkey:::::: >> RandoM >> >Random, That's East! The Sunset is the Other way! > > >*Simon watches as Random rides Smack into a false sunset....* > >SimnFenix > ::cait [for whom this is totally ic]:: cait sits on the rafters in the inn, ignoring her mun who is afraid of heights and telling her to get down from there NOW. SHe looks over at Random and things that the duct tape thing is a good idea...Cait raeches into her backpack and pulls out a big box of duct tape which she drops on simnfenix, making him into a chicken-flavored pancake. She smiles real big and then dissapers before anyone can get mad at her....:: Cait and Ari's mun who is a bit hyper right now..... > > > Date: Mon, 17 Jun 1996 21:41:30 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: Re: Macros You know what, First of all Daed you need to CALM down.. I'm really getting sick of this crap on this list.. Anyone wants to make a comment you can do so in a calm manner not this yelling Crap. Second..I made a 3 line limit for macro's PERIOD. Told people to used Fixed sys as an example so they would know that it would not be to long. as far as the pager, I use mine every so often NOT to try to make a "witty comment", but because people don't always see thier status windows when it says I'm away, and I come back and have 50 red windows in front of me with half the people thinking I am ignoring them.. I think that if everyone in the channel was using them then it might be a pain..but I don't see anything wrong with them..as far as Macro's I havn't seen any real bad one's lately because people are starting to get to know some of the so called "Rules" of the Inn.. IF there is a problem with macro's noone should get screamed at..unless of course I could see it happening if someone keeps coming in with the same damn macro and doesn't listen.. From now on if your an op or even NOT an op, and have anything to say to anyone regarding their behavior in the channel etc. MSG them privately... NOT in the channel window..and try to do so in a polite manner.. as regarding the Teenager ops comment.. I don't really agree with that statement...but I won't even tackle that one since petal did ask me to remove the original msg before it went out..she didn't want it posted, so I want no comments on that. I wonder Daed..if you ever have ANYTHING GOOD to say about any of us?? Sure seems you have your ideas on how people should be and if not let's flame them all right here and quite elaboratly.. Now you can go ahead and flame me right back but I am getting real tierd of this crap. I am sick of people bitching about everybody else. And fighting amongst eachother. >From this day forward I want NO complaints of Ops on this list.. IF anyone has a problem with what is going on in the inn.. LOG it and send it to me at [email protected] and I will deal with it then.. 70plus people didn't subscribe to this list to hear it.. This isn't the place for it. 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 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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: Mon, 17 Jun 1996 14:55:21 -0700 (PDT) From: Sylvia <[email protected]> Subject: Macros LOOK: this has got to stop...if you have your windows minimized and teensy because you are in more than one channel that is too bad. Angel, there is no way you can control a person's entrance macro...either that or inform your teenage ops that they should msg the offending macro owner and that they should be polite. otherwise the person is going to get upset and leave the inn. not to mention being beligerant and possibly annoying. A good friend of mine just decided that "BDI SUCKS" because he was yelled at rather rudely for his macro being one line too long. Especially since the AWAY/page me msg from the Queen was two lines longer than his little entrance macro which only appears once and not every five minutes. *whoosh* ok I am out of breath now...continue on with your lives. ~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all. Date: Mon, 17 Jun 1996 21:22:25 -0400 (EDT) From: "Hudson's Petting Zoo" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: line theft..... ^-*^ On Mon, 17 Jun 1996, Brenlyn Shadows-in-the-Mist wrote: > > > On Mon, 17 Jun 1996, Hudson's Petting Zoo wrote: > > > > > Raych's (insert adjective here) mun > > > > Geez! I go to all that trouble to come up with something new and > interesting to do (instead of a .sig) and now someone comes along and > tries to copy me...... Sheesh! *grin* > > Wolfie`s I-was-here-first-so-keep-yer-paws-off-my-line mun <<*grin*>> > Well, fine, then... Raych's Have-it-your-way-I'm-taking-my-ball-and-going-home mun ;) [snip .sig] Date: Mon, 17 Jun 1996 21:57:12 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: CONTEST OF THE CHAMPIONS!!!! Sorry people, but i read this and it was so damn funny i had to send it out....its from an Inquest Magazine, so alot of you have prolly read it....it *does* have to do with both fantasy and humor, so i saw it fit to send off =) Heres the first match up : GODZILLA vs. THE KRAKEN Godzilla Height : 40 stories Weight : One gazillion lbs. Reach : 20 stories vs. The Kraken Height : Undetermined (wouldnt stop wiggling) Weight : Ditto Reach : Double Ditto Here we have two spawn of the sea who have overdosed on ugly pills...when hes not sparring with king kong and mothra, fitness concious godzilla likes to use tokyo for a trampoline....the kraken, divine insterment of vengeance, enjoys capsizing ships and scarfing down sailors.... Round 1 : Bellowing and snorting, Godzilla splashes towards the awaiting Kraken.... Round 2 : The Kraken hurls itself forward. encoiling Godzilla in its tendrils..... Round 3 to 9 : A couple of rounds of thrashing and snapping give way to a few rounds of pounding and writhing.... Round 10 to 12 : The Kraken generates a whirlpool that sucks Godzilla under....Godzilla is dazed...The Kraken opens its jaws and hauls Godzilla towards its beak.... Round 13 : Godzilla blasts a cone of radioactive breath right between the Krakens eyes......The Kraken makes a funny gurgling sound.... Round 14 : Godzilla admires the sunset through the hole in the Krakens head then paddles away.... Winner : Godzilla.... MORE TO COME!!!!! StEvE Date: Mon, 17 Jun 1996 22:10:57 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: CONTEST OF THE CHAMPIONS (Sauron vs. Cthulhu) Cthulhu Height : he ate the tape measure Weight : he ate the scale Reach : he ate the second tape measure Turn-Ons : bubble baths, back rubs, a smoldering pile of burning cultists vs. Sauron Height : 5'11'' Weight : 180 lbs. Reach : 37'' Turn-Ons : Walks on the beach, soft jazz, a head on a stick... "A monster of vaguely anthropoid outline, with an octopusliek head whose face was a mass of feelers, a scaly, rubbery looking body, prodigious claws on hind and fore feet...." Thats Cthulhu, the cosmic abomination described by the maestro HP Lovecraft.... Facing off against the Unspeakable One is Sauron, Tolkiens prince of darkness, lord of all things dank and stinky.... Cthulhu longs to polish off the human race.....Sauron, would-be conqueror of Middle-earth, longs to wipe the smirks off the faces of those snotty little hobbits....First, though, they have to deal with each other.... Round 1 : Cthulhu challenges Sauron to a sack race (sorry....just kidding) Round 1 : Devious creep that he is, Sauron decides to let his minions do his fighting for him....He rallies a horde of followers--corrupt warriors, dark speelcasters, cutthroat assassins--and sends them after Cthulhu.... Round 2 : Cthulhu eats them.... Round 3 : Undeterred, Sauron summons Balrog, the Demon of Might, along with a pack of dragonlike fell creatures.... Round 4 : Cthulhu eats them.... Round 5 : Frustrated but determined, Sauron rounds up an army of orcsm led by his trusted lieutenants, the murderous Nazgul... Round 6 : Cthulhu eats them.... Round 7 : Sauron stands alone....Cthulhu opens a few of his mouths....Sauron turns yellow and slithers away.....Cthulhu has a sandwich.... Winner : Cthuhlu More tomorrow.....i dont wanna type no more... StEvE Date: Tue, 18 Jun 1996 00:20:50 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Macros Not to agree just to argue, but im in *total* agreement with petal....SO many fragging ops (i wont mention names but i swear i will if they ever harass ME about my entrance dammit) complain and moan, just itching to exercise their "power" of being an op, and TRASH people, new or regulars, until people storm out of the channel, cursing in ways i have yet to comprehend.....FINE....so a few peoples macros are a bit "long"... the pager thing is another matter altogether though....the pager thing is just plain stupid....most people use them just so they can **attempt** a witty comment about "why" they are gone....as if we fragging care? but forget that, back to the macros.... fine, a few people, hell, alot of people's macros are lengthy, so what? in my personal opinion, whether you all care or not, i think macros are a wonderful way to fill out the basics of a PC....when a person walks into a room, do you just *know* they come in? can you not look to see what they appear like? how they are dressed? the "way" they enter? come on....this is ROLE PLAYING....lets ROLE PLAY and show people how creative and flashy we CAN make our entrances.... of course, there always has to be a limit, but petal made a valid point....SO many people have their screen sizes set away from default, therefore limiting just how many lines people's macros can be on various computers....i say we limit it down to 4 maybe 5 lines...so the screen flashes up for a sec, big deal.... i think its better than seeing *MORE* than 5 lines of ((HEY!!! STUPID!!!! CUT THAT MACRO DOWN DAMMIT!!!! ItS TOO LONG!!!)) and none of you tell me that it doesnt come out like that or ill call you all liars, cause ive seen it myself.... and in the end, whats more important, keeping our *precious* little monitors from flashing by a couple of lines too fast for us to read so we actually have to *gasp* look up to see a line that we missed as someone entered, OR lose new (and a hell of alot of reg.s if we keep it up) people over an argument about how long their entrance, the one thing people can announce about themselves and let us know who, what, and why they are, is and why it shouldnt be? Thats all i care to say...ive typed too much already..... not to mention, i think ill be taking leave of absence from the inn as well, as an experiment in comparison, checking to see how the ops, the "current regulars", as well as reactions to new people are when i come back.....so if you ever want to talk to me, write me, otherwise, my characters are on vacation..... StEvE Date: Tue, 18 Jun 1996 06:47:32 -0700 From: Adam <[email protected]> Subject: Re: A Fleeting Moment Bryan Hoag (EE) wrote: > Random, That's East! The Sunset is the Other way! > > *Simon watches as Random rides Smack into a false sunset....* > > SimnFenix ::watches as the fake sunset topples over with Random, causing a chain reaction on the whole desert back-drop to fall over, including all the buildings in the town:: ::all the extras come loking out, amazed:: Great! There goes another set! ::mutters something about expenses:: -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, 18 Jun 1996 10:07:41 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Macros Well, just to answer your question, of course i have good things to say about the inn, its ops, and its patrons....as for my arguing capacity, i just have a tendancy to express myself better when im motivated....if im a bit intense when i do so, that just is my way of explaining how serious i am about my arguments....but if you want a serious, honest, opinion of the "good" things i see in the inn, i wouldnt mind telling everyone at any given moment....as a matter of fact, the letter i sent out two nights ago (?), i actually tried to defend the people who play vampires (well....it might not have seemed like it to some of you, but i *did*....i just go abotu it in a strange way i guess) as well as those who are constant flirts, handing themselves out like fliers in the inn....but i wont dwell on that particular sitch, for i have already stated an opinion on that one....so instead ill voice about a few things ive seen that i think are alright : 1) Some people think that the inn's new population statistic may be its final downfall....but why would people think that? ive seen my share of the branded "newbies" and from my personal experience, i have more fun with *them* than i do with the last couple of gens that have appeared.....in the past few weeks, i have noticed an influx of developed PCs and actual creativity abound in the inn, ranging from new regulars who appear to be there more than i am anymore, to a new stream of vampires, in which two actually impressed me.... Silvan, i believe, was the one who was damning me for making up the "Generations of the Inn" thing a while back....and i still stick to it 100%....basically, we are going to have a new generation of people constantly....an none of the people are going to be like *the old crowd* used to be becuase they entered the inn under *terribly* different circumstances.... when you enter a channel like the older regs of the inn, it was less densely populated, often only having several people.....when you are in a place liek that *of course* you are going to become closer to the people quicker....now these new people come in, looking for the same thign we were a while back....a place to go and RP with a few friends and have a good time....cept they are having a bit harder a time cause now there a 20 or so people at every turn....most of them already have limited groups set up and ignore a name they deem as unfamiliar.... as i have mentioned before, how are we ever to assimilate these people into the inn if the only people they "bond" with are other people in the same spot they are : all of them are new here, so why not band together ? which is how we get the different groups of people, even within the same channel....this also leads to the so-called "Flirt PCs", because, what better way to throw yourself into a situation and make new "friends" than by hurling yourself at the opposite sex? and i think we have all seen that one done in public actually.... so, for all of us who already have an established position within Arangothian society, and who have our small groups of people we already have decided as being our friends, turn away from an intense conversation, invite one of the "newbies" as some refer to them, over to your table, and ask about their PC or something....one person tells abouth their background and surely, soon enough, someone else who was hanging around in the back will read it and *poof* instant friends when tha person in the back walks over to that new person who came in not knowing anyone.... You know....i just woke up and i cant even remember why i started writing this....im seriously sorry if i said anything weirder than normal....damn i need caffeine....ok, im off...OH...now i remember.....did i do this to prove tht i can write positive things too? or was it somethig else....oh well, i dont feel liek scrolling up but i hope i wrote whatever i was supposed to.....and people...a lesson is to be learned here : DONT READ YOUR MAIL UNTIL YOU CAN SEE STRAIGHT! StEvE Date: Tue, 18 Jun 1996 11:23:26 -0500 From: [email protected] (Pendrake and Mysha) Subject: In defense of flirting.... Since there have been so many comments about flirting,and hurling yourself at members of the opposite sex on the channel of late, I feel like I must make a comment or two... Yes, for any of you out there who have encountered Raenthrea, she is undoubtedly a MAJOR flirt...but please know, her actions are not with the intent of "jumping the bones" of any of the male denizens of the inn,and certainly, as her mun, I don't want to make ANYONE feel uncomfortable in her presence.*grin*Besides, as anyone who knows either Dee the mun,or Rae the character very well can easily attest, the lass is all talk and no action, anyway...her heart belongs to only one man,and if you have to guess who that might be, well, then I have some nice swampland in the Sahara I'm willing to sell dirt cheap to you! :) *giggle* I created Raenthrea as I did for a few reasons...First of all,she's a blast to play. What good is it to come to the inn, if you can't have fun while you're there...! Secondly, as a bar wench, she gets the chance to interact with a GREAT many number of characters, both new and old. I often use her as an icebreaker,so to speak,with newcomers to the channel...to make them feel more comfortable,and at home, which, I personally think that as an op, is one of my responsibilites. The more newcomers that we make feel welcome and warm in our presence,the better our channel looks to those who might visit us,and the more our little online family will grow! Thirdly, I try to make interacting with Rae a positive experience for most, if not all, that encounter her. Come on, folks, admit it! We all like to feel wanted and desired from time to time,and a little harmless flirting can't hurt in that aspect! :) If I can take Rae,and make someone smile a little because they've bounced into her...then I'm the happier for it! :) If anyone has any problems with Rae or her flirting, *please* don't hesitate to talk to me about it...all I ask is a bit of understanding of my intent before you jump my case... :) Thanks! Dee/Raenthrea/Mysha/Elysiad Date: Tue, 18 Jun 1996 11:23:34 -0500 From: [email protected] (Pendrake and Mysha) Subject: None *grin* Sheesh, ya'll caught me on a bad day! :) Dee's on her soapbox...:) As far as ops and the way we treat people on the channel..here are a few of my thoughts, for what they're worth... As ops, like it or not, we represent the channel. What we do and say oftentimes determines the impression that someone takes away from our channel. All it takes to make a good impression on a newcomer,or even an old friend, is a kind word now and then! :) "Treat others as you would have yourself treated"...we were all newcomers once,and probably were just as naive to the ways of IRC as these newbies are...take a few moments,and message them,say hi, and introduce yourself..you may end up making a new friend,as well as a friend of the channel! If you have a problem with someone on a channel as an op..Please remember,there's a person behind the nick! They may not even realize what they're doing is affecting others..we're all guilty of not thinking from time to time (even me, who Pendrake swears thinks way too much for my own good!) Be gentle...Message the person privately,and try talking to them nicely, instead of jumping their case. Kindness and courtesy sometimes go a long way... *sigh* 'kay, I'm finished..:) Thanks for listening... Dee/Mysha/Raenthrea/Elysiad Date: Tue, 18 Jun 1996 11:24:06 -0500 From: [email protected] (Pendrake and Mysha) Subject: WOW! Another one! :) *DISREGARD THIS IF YOU DON'T LIKE SHAMELESS PLUGS!!!!* For those of you of the Vampyre persuasion looking for a channel that you can REALLY sink your teeth into...Feel free to check out #camarilla....a new ROLE-PLAYING channel for those interested in the world of Vampyre: the Masquerade that Pendrake and I, along with a few friends, are trying to get up and running! All are welcome in this Elysium...including you garou types...and we would welcome the good roleplaying of our friends from BlackDragon Inn! :) Actually, we would LOVE to have our channel considered an extension of the inn, of sorts...since Blkdragon has been our home for so long! :) If interested, look for us online,or email us... Pendrake/Psionic/ALAQRB may be seen as Safah...the vamp... And I'm adding yet another nick to my already long list.. Rosemound, his devoted sl..errr...ghoul-friend! :) Our email is [email protected] :) Thanks! :) Dee/Mysha/Raenthrea/Elysiad...and now Rosemound..will it never end?!?! :) Heheheh :) Date: Tue, 18 Jun 1996 12:40:18 -0400 (EDT) From: Brenlyn Shadows-in-the-Mist <[email protected]> Subject: A \\'olf Story... Chapter Two of ?? A \ \ / _ | |~ \ \ |_| | |~ Story, Chapter Two "Run!" screamed Saul. Then the forest wall exploded before a murderous impact, shredded beneath a monstrous beast that roared and struck in horrific rage. Only a desperate leap saved Saul as he threw himself to the side, narrowly avoiding its flashing fangs. He had no time to think, frantically fighting for balance, yet even in the frenzied encounter Saul sensed a power and rage beyond anything he had ever known, and glimpsed a glaring red eye that blazed with hellish hate. Almost too quickly for the old hare to avoid, the jagged maw snapped for him again. Saul anticipated the attack and twisted violently to avoid the blow, but the beast was lightning. Sharp edges tore long burning furrows along the hare's side, and he was hurled, stunned and wounded, into a heap of boulders. Roaring, the beast pounced towards him. But with reflexes trained from a hundred fierce battles, Saul had already gained his feet, He leaped across the boulders, landing lightly at a distance. Horrified, lived with fear and rage, Saul half turned in panic to flee for the forest. Then he realized he had to distract the beast for a moment longer so that the children could reach the burrow. And even with the thought, he whirled back to face the predator, his entire body electrified, prepared to evade its deadly lunge. Horrible and malignant in the dying light, the beast did not hesitate. It moved after Saul with unnerving hatred, a rumbling snarl revealing two knife-like canines that extended to its lower jaw. And Saul knew his enemy. It was a Garou. But not one of the ordinary Garou that roamed the mountains of the North. This was a monster, a beast as much a creature of Wyrm's pit as of Earth. Saul had known its kind, Garou gone over to the Wyrm, twisted and corrupted into vile mockeries of what they once were. Oh, yes, he knew the Black Spiral Dancers, but this was a much greater threat. This great black beast was an abomination, the result of a meeting of a Black Spiral Dancer and a Kindred. Saul doubted that the Kindred survived the encounter. Head bowed and eyes glaring with demonic hate, it stalked forward. Bloodstained fangs hung distended and heavy with the deaths of the innocent. Saul stared into the merciless eyes, caught the scent of the grave, and knew it was not hunger the drove the beast to kill. It killed only for the pleasure of killing. It was a servant of the mad Wyrm, a creature that lived only to destroy. The Black Spiral seemed to sense Saul's thoughts. Slowly a hideous grin curled the cruel lips. Forest shadows, deepened by the setting sun, cast them into darkness. The beast halted a space apart, a silent laugh separating the deadly fangs. Then it lowered its head and spoke. "Long have I watched you, Saul, king of the Lupins." His voice was that of dirt shifting in a grave. Saul involuntarily stepped back. He could only guess how long this beast had lain in watch, awaiting his chance to destroy the warren. Creatures such as this had infinite patience, for in their unholy alliance with the Wyrm, they had no higher purpose than destruction. "I thought you had seen me," the Dancer intoned. "But you never sounded the alarm. Is that because you didn't trust yourself, Saul? Oh, yes, I know you. I know of the great Saul, king of the Lupin Warren near the Deep Woods. I have often wished to meet you so that we might...Embrace." Knifing wounds sliced through Saul's side, but he had recovered himself. His mind was racing, detached, measuring the distance between them and the surrounding rocks and trees. If the beast pounced again, Saul estimated he had enough room for one desperate, evasive leap. "You are not so wise, Saul. If you were, then perhaps both you and your warren would all be safe in your holes. But you are a fool. And you are weak." A black tongue flicked out, tasting Saul's fear. The old hare maneuvered for a more defensible position. "What is your name, beast?" he said, stalling. "I know who you serve." Dead eyes narrowed to black slits. "Do you think to trick me, Saul?" "Saul evenly held his gaze. "I trick no one." "Yes. You trick me. But by now the little children are safe within the burrow. You have indeed saved them. Only you will die," it laughed. "But one dead protector of Gaia is better than none. Your blood will satisfy me for the day." Saul risked a glance toward the field. Yes, it was clear. All were safely underground. He had always known death would come for him like this; he was only surprised that he had defied it for so long. But it was his place to face what he feared to face, protecting those who could not protect themselves. And he had no regrets, for it was the highest service he could render unto Gaia. He steadied himself before he spoke, refusing to reveal his fear. "I will gladly die for those I love. I despise you. Do your worst." The dark wolf's head tilted, a grin of amusement spreading across its face like a cancer, and drawing forward the hideous jaws. "Don't think to deceive me, Saul," it said. "I know you're afraid. And I am going to make you even more afraid. You are trying to be brave because you know I am going to destroy you. But I am no fool, as you are. I don't believe you are going to be born anew in some other Lupin's body nearby. Your kind's numbers are dwindling, while mine grows more numerous each day, Saul. Your cause is useless; Gaia did not save you from this. You claim to serve Gaia, yet you fight the Wyrm. The Wyrm *is* Gaia. Your hypocracy make you weak, Saul. Whoever serves the Wyrm lives by strength. We fear nothing. We take the Earth and destroy what we wish." Carefully, slowly, Saul continued to inch away, subtly increasing the distance between them. Experience had trained him to always seek the tactical advantage. "Useless words," snarled Saul, reacting as much to the creature's lies as its murderous intent. "Do you think I'm a child? Do you think I don't know the truth? I am king of the warren near the Deep Woods, a Lupin of Gaia. Your lies mean nothing to me. You are strong now, but your days are short. I do not fear you, nor will I ever fear you." Stung, the Dancer moved mountainously forward, primordial, creating its own Night. Saul retreated, maintaining the gap as he spoke. "Your doom is upon you, beast. You are deceived. The Wyrm cares nothing for you. It will turn upon you in the end because you are worthless to it. The Wyrm is insane; it lost it's sanity long ago. All you have is your temporary power. But you know the truth as well as I, and that is why I shall have victory over you in the end." Though it had not increased its measured pace, the Black Spiral Dancer Abomination seemed to have slightly closed the gap. Saul backed into a boulder, adjusted, and quickly angled to another line of retreat. "No, Saul, it is you who are deceived. Gaia is lost. And now my master awaits the extinction of your pitiful kind from the earth. You stand in the way of victory, Saul. So you must be destroyed. But Before I destroy you, I will make you suffer. Yes, I shall make you suffer long and horribly. And then, in the end, I will make you know such terrible pain that your feeble mind will crumble beneath me, and you will renounce this accursed crusade to protect Gaia." It laughed, scornful, and a cold wind rattled the leaves surrounding them. Carefully, so as not to trigger an attack, the old hare edged toward the dead trunk of an ancient oak. "I only suffer because Gaia has not ended your days on this planet yet, beast. I do not suffer because you rule the forest or anything else. You rule nothing. I only suffer because I take a stand against you in the world. Even if you destroy me I shall beat you, for you shall die, too. Only I shall rise in the end, and you'll still be dead." Carefully positioning himself, Saul stopped his retreat. And the Black Spiral reflexively stopped its advance, confident in its strength, savoring his opponent's fear. The old hare crouched, subtly bringing his hind feet beneath him. Then he dug his claws into the soft forest floor, tensing his legs to leap. "Oh, be assured, there will be a final death. Nothing will give me more pleasure than destroying you, your useless duty, and the children who would carry on your useless duty. And after I have destroyed you, I shall give your body to the Wyrm. I hate you, Saul, and all those like you." An unearthly, volcanic rage smoldered in the Dancer's eyes, and Saul saw the massively muscled chest twitch. It took all of the old hare's control to still himself, waiting until the abomination leaped upon him. Only then, he knew, could he make his desperate move. Saul hoped dimly that his powerful bound would carry him beyond the murderous reach of those claws. "You are weak, Saul," it rasped. "Gaia is a dream, and that dream has ended." Instantly it was upon him, its thunderous roar shattering the night. Saul reacted like lightning, leaping in a high arc over the fallen oak. But even as he cleared the other side, a dark taloned hand shot out and struck him a deadly blow full in the chest. Saul felt the claws tear deep, hot wounds across his side, spinning him through the air, stricken and torn, to crash brokenly against the ground. Devastated by the cruel blow, Saul rolled numbly on the forest floor, struggling frantically for breath and consciousness. So powerful was the impact that for a moment he lost sense of time and place, gasping, only dimly perceiving where he was. As the light rising slowly through a mist, his consciousness returned, and with it came the agonizing sensation of a mortal wound. Saul rolled dazedly on his back, to behold a nightmarish shape looming over him. Foul breath descended. "Killing you will be my pleasure," the Black Spiral snarled, its eyes gleaming with an evil thrill. "I have won!" Hellish jaws shuddered, revealing jagged rows of fangs tinged with the blood of fallen foes. Saul gasped for breath, speaking numbly. "I despise you beast, but I pity you. For the Apocalypse is coming...and your end...is near." Only a brief moment did the dark eyes cloud, slavering jaws halt their descent. Then the black lips shook, drawing back in a hideous snarl, and a rumbling growl broke loose from deep in it's cavernous chest. Saul closed his eyes. The intruder's bellowing yowl hit Sauls ears at the same time that the furry shape hurtled through the air to smash against the Dancer's head. A long leg flashed out, raking a bloody furrow across the beast's snout. Stricken with rage and roaring in pain, the Dancer snapped on empty air as the giant hare leaped away, laughing. Saul was forgotten in the Black Spiral's frenzy as its bloodthirsty jaws snapped again and again after the intruder who had launched this suicidal attack. "Windgate!" Saul gasped numbly, shocked and dazed. It took all his broken strength to rise from the ground, yet he gained his feet in time to see Windgate disappear beneath a bush. The Black Spiral Dancer leaped after him, unable to reach within its thick branches. "Ha!" Windgate mocked. "You may be ugly, but at least you're stupid!" In a flash Windgate raced from the bush and burrowed beneath another one. The abomination roared savagely and leaped after him, deadly fangs missing the soft fur by inches. Windgate shouted and taunted, allowing the jaws to close enough for a touch, but never more. For all his burly size, the mocking hare move with blinding speed, never ceasing, never tiring. Within moments, he had led the Dancer deeper into the woods, where it roared and struck demonically in its wrath. "Hurry!" Saul turned toward the voice beside him. It was Benjamin, another Elder of the warren. Benjamin's old head, with its wild grey hair stuck out in all directions, appeared from behind a bush. Numb from his wounds, Saul gasped, "I'll not leave Windgate alone!" "Hurry, Saul! We have a plan! We won't leave Windgate to the beast!" Saul heard Windgate dashing about, now here, now there. But he knew that the game would soon be up. If Windgate were left alone, eventually the Dancer would wear him down. But he also knew that his friend was too smart for a suicidal attack. Windgate would not have done this without a plan to survive. With a last quick glance, he turned and ran after Benjamin. The Elder quickly led him across the field, halting in the middle. Saul could see that they were only a few feet from a well-hidden burrow-hole. From such a distance, the Black Spiral Dancer would not be able to see it. The beast would believe they were standing in an open field, far from the main burrow located on the far side. "Now, stand up," said Benjamin. Saul stood on his hind legs, sensing a gathering pain in his wounds with each passing breath, and felt blood seeping from his torn side. "Aaaiiieeee!" Benjamin shouted across the field. Within the forest gloom they saw the beast halt, red eyes glaring insanely out of the darkness. "Here we are!" Benjamin shouted. "And we are not like him. We will fight you out in the open! Come and face us, monster, if you dare!" Only a frozen second did the abomination hesitate. The Saul and Benjamin struggled to keep themselves still as it tore savagely free from the forest, leaving a gaping hole in the brushy wall. Face blackened even more in its rage, it hit the open field in a horrifying run, its long legs devouring the ground with a swiftness that was terrifying. Within seconds sure and certain death was nearly on them, its nightmarish jaws distended. Yet even as the Black Spiral Dancer closed the few final feet, Saul saw Windgate's burly form running swiftly from the forest edge toward the burrow hole at the opposite end of the field. The Banjamin threw himself down the hole with Saul right behind him. But the abomination must have sensed the trick, for without missing a stride it turned, the dark shape sailing swift and low to cut off Windgate from the burrow hole. Windgate saw the creature turn toward him, but did not alter his path. Now he was committed. He would reach the burrow ahead of the Dancer or he would die in the open field. Windgate hurled himself forward with every desperate flash of his long legs, while the Black Spiral closed the remaining distance with supernatural speed. They reached the burrow together in a final, frantic leap. With all his great strength Windgate threw himself across the foaming fangs that seemed to snap shut around him. Then he was tumbling down the burrow hole, dazed but alive, as a thunderous impact blackened the sky above him and night descended in a demonic roar. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Comments/questions Welcome at any of my email addies: [email protected] [email protected] [email protected] Snide remarks/flames welcome at anyone else's email addy (pick one) :) Wolfie`s this-space-for-rent mun Date: Tue, 18 Jun 1996 13:29:44 -0500 From: Brad Plumb <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Macros At 02:55 PM 6/17/96 -0700, you wrote: > > >LOOK: this has got to stop...if you have your windows minimized and teensy >because you are in more than one channel that is too bad. Angel, there is no >way you can control a person's entrance macro...either that or inform your >teenage ops that they should msg the offending macro owner and that they >should be polite. otherwise the person is going to get upset and leave the >inn. not to mention being beligerant and possibly annoying. A good friend of >mine just decided that "BDI SUCKS" because he was yelled at rather rudely >for his macro being one line too long. Especially since the AWAY/page me msg >from the Queen was two lines longer than his little entrance macro which >only appears once and not every five minutes. *whoosh* ok I am out of breath >now...continue on with your lives. >~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all. > > If you were referring to yersterday's incident the macro was about 7 lines long, and the op was not rude, all that was said was cut the macro!!! You're friend's reply, "live with it" then "your friend" threatened to flood them. Who was being rude here? 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: Tue, 18 Jun 1996 13:40:34 -0500 From: Brad Plumb <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Macros At 10:07 AM 6/18/96 -0400, you wrote: > >Silvan, i believe, was the one who was damning me >for making up the "Generations of the Inn" thing a while back. First of all I wasn't damning you over the generation thing, actually I like the generation thing. I was suggesting maybe you back off labeling before you even know them. I tried to clarify, that I was not flaming you, just making a suggestion. If it came off differently I apologize again 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: Tue, 18 Jun 1996 13:48:49 -0500 From: Brad Plumb <[email protected]> Subject: apologies from a sick mun I am very sorry for the rude letter I just wrote Sylvia. First of all I should have mailed it privately, second the tone was not very polite. However, I found some of the things she said in that offensive, and some of the things she said about friends of mine offensive. I know it's no excuse, but my mun is very sick, with a 102 fever, and I am not in a good mood. Thank you. 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: Tue, 18 Jun 1996 14:49:58 -0400 From: Kylus Dragonsbane <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Macros I don't tend to voice my opinions on a lot of the issues raised on the list, but I feel I should say something in regards to this issue... I also tend to see the points of both sides. To petal and Steve, I can see and definitely agree with your points. A person should be able to bring up what they want as an entrance so the other PCs can "see" who just walked into the Inn. And I will not deny that some of the ops do put lines in the Inn like ((So and so!!!!! Please edit that macro! You're KILLING me!)) I'll admit I've done it myself sometimes....I do think that if someone's macro is long and the ops have an order to tell them to cut it down, then they should do it in a MSG...and politely as well...ya know? We don't want to scare newbies off their first day because people are ready to kill them for a macro :) On the other hand, I can agree with Angel's point that HUGE macros are annoying and drive someone nuts when they try to read and all of a sudden your screen goes to Ludicrous Speed. I think the macros should be cut down a little, but left alone enough so that the people using them can describe their character with enough detail so the other people can see what he or she look like. Maybe we should raise the limit to like 4 or 5 lines. But that's not up to me...its only a suggestion. My apologies to anyone who is sick of hearing about this topic, but I figured I'd voice my opinion my one time this month ;) Patrick~ Kylus' mun, and the madman whose ramblings you've been listening to. Date: Tue, 18 Jun 1996 12:21:49 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Re: apologies from a sick mun Brad, As I said in my earlier post, petal ASKED me to REMOVE that post.. I unfortunatly couldn't figure it out so I couldn't..so let's not flame her cause she did ask to remove it. :) Regarding Macros: Newbies are usually the ones that use them, and I don't mind them when there are a few people in the Inn it's no big deal..BUT when there are 30 people in the Inn and macro's flying by it's impossible.. 3 lines or less even 3 and a half lines work just about right.. Regarding OPs..the reason I say bring it up to ME and send logs is because what seems to happen is that others get on the defensive and nothing really gets resolved. SOOOo...here we go a little guidelines for OPs. A: Try to be patient with newbies..they ask alot of questions (I know) and some questions that may even sound stupid to YOU but they may be very lost and it's an important question to you. B: If someone has a huge macro, msg them PRIVATELY and tell them the situation..that macro's are hard to deal with when huge and the inn full and ask if they could please cut down on the size to 3 and a half...Giving them a reason why they're macro is annoying rather than telling them to cut it down.. also this rids the Inn of even more text of someone yelling or telling someone to cut the macros'. C: If someone is being offensive to the Inn or a general pain in the ass.. Msg them and tell them "Hey..why are you doing that? Can you please stop flooding the channel etc." if they don't reply warn them again...I say give them about 3 to 4 warnings then the kick comes in place..NOW, try pinging that person before the warn just in case they are lagged and don't even know you are warning them..Some people don't even realize they are being a pain and will gladly stop once asked. D: If someone really has no clue about the channel, point them in the direction to the web page at http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm This has helped me AND the newbies on numerous occasions.. this way I'm not bogged down and they get to explore the pages and see what we are all about. E: If someone comes in and is Roleplaying like what you think "CRAP" or jumping into other peoples Stories, msg them privately and tell them that it might be a good idea to ask people first before they jump into plots ie ::Johnny drops dead:: ::Henry comes in and heals him "YOUR ALIVE!!:: Well, maybe Johnny wanted to stay dead and NOT be healed..etc. It's very hard for a newcomer to come in and play..cause they are starting all by themselves...They have NO ONE to play with so they want to jump into another story...and it's hard for us because we may be real involved or have so many people in our story to begin with.. Treat them just as you would if you were in a REAL inn.. if they said hello, you would probably acknowlege them no? Just run with it..or try to help them find a good story... F: Kicking: If someone deserves kicking then kick them...but don't ban..they get another chance after the kicking ((Unless they are trying a takeover)) Usually they will see how serious you were and not want to be banned and behave themselves from then on. G: AWAY: I have a suggestion, what if we created #BLKDRAGON*Away, where anyone that was away would hang out in that channel. Not everyone remembers to put thier away msg on or their nick to AngelAFK etc.. so if someone does a whois they can see that person is away..I dunno just a thought.. H: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 >:) I: Another lil note on Macro's. We have the BDI Web site so that if anyone is interested to see what a character is about, what they look like etc. they can go to the web page..no need for macro's..((unless your dressed diff and want to describe something) and you can tell someone hey, if you wanna see what I'm about go to (url) or if you have a macro you just HAVE to use try like someone else suggested breaking it down...like an initial entrance ::Zoey walks into the inn, dressed in a green tunic. Her hair draped down below her waist..Her black eyes almost menacing:: Then maybe wait a couple seconds and let some others text go by and finish it ::She holds a big axe at her side and a dagger in her boot.. she looks around the Inn and wonders where the hell she is:: etc.. you get the point... Well, that's all I can think of right now, and my boss is looking at me funny so I gotta run..if I missed anything or you have any suggestions please post em here... thanks.. The Mun that needs a serious vacation, more money, a break from fluffin (copyright Steve) tech support and some REAL FOOOOOODD!!!!!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her Royal Majesty | AngelSin | Queen of Arangoth | @---}---}--------- | --------------------------------- | http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm | Official Web Site for the #BLKDRAGON*Inn!! | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Date: Tue, 18 Jun 1996 16:13:19 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: apologies from a sick mun :::::tries to email Angel some real food : a meximelt, a soft taco supreme, and a chilicheese burrito w/ extra sour cream from Taco Bell (aka : Mecca) but gets the disk slot messy when a sauce packet bursts open and sprays the internals of the puter with spicy goo...::::: well....*shrug* i tried... ::::goes back to trying to now *remove* the food from the disk drive due to the fact that he can no longer send due to the gas problems his modem now faces::::: StEvE Date: Tue, 18 Jun 1996 13:33:29 -0700 (PDT) From: RangerBlue <[email protected]> Subject: Re: A Fleeting Moment Cc: [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected]@nwlink.com, [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] Wardens of Loreil and our brave comrades: This week, we have received information about a mysterious shipment of goods which has been taken to the Dragon Spires, a place lying halfway between Arangoth and the border of Asyr. The intelligence received was of such a nature that we feel it critical to send an expedition to investigate further. We are putting together an Loreil Expeditionary Force (LEF) to do so on June 21, Friday eve ((10 PM EDT)) and will meet north of Arangoth at that time to organize. ((Channel #North*Arangoth)). If you wish to take part in this expedition, be there at that time and place. Be warned, however: There are miles of goblin tunnels, dwarven mines, caverns and galleries beneath the Dragon Spires, and according to our good friend Morgan, Lord StormCrest, only the mine shafts have been mapped and that with dubious accuracy. There are rumors that the caverns hold an ancient, ruined Drow city as well. Finding the shipment and verifying its contents and destination might well be an overwhelming task. According to the intelligence we have in hand, the shipment includes supplies for some 4,000 people. It could be an Asyrian cache placed for their army, who can use it to move south toward Arangoth? If so, their position would allow the four cohorts supplied to go through Arangoth like a hot knife through butter. It might be--or it might well be a trap. Those who wish to go with us must accept that as a possible risk. RangerBlue First Warden Sovereign of Loreil Date: Tue, 18 Jun 1996 21:44:41 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: MEETING OF THE MUNDANES For anyone interested there will be a meeting of the mundanes on Aug 02 going to Aug 11. For more information check out http://www.nrv.net/~lbrown/ I/Andie will be attenting the meeting as will probably King Blkdragon/Tim... So try to make it if you can!! It will be in Eureka California so those close have NO excuse..those far have um...sorta an excuse..heheheh But let's all get together!! Check out Aelanna's page for details! **************************************************************************** ***************************** 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 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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: Tue, 18 Jun 1996 20:03:16 -0500 From: Deanna Miller <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Macros Brad Plumb wrote: > > If you were referring to yersterday's incident the macro was about 7 lines > long, and the op was not rude, all that was said was cut the macro!!! You're > friend's reply, "live with it" then "your friend" threatened to flood them. > Who was being rude here? And I would also like to add that I was at Cait's earlier and this person came in. And she also commented on his macro... What did she get? He cussed her out... He wouldn't leave her alone about it... That makes me VERY angry... All that was said was "that's a long macro." or something to that extent. I was there when the msg was received.... Working on something on my laptop. And several people who were NOT ops made comments also. Of course... It's QUITE annoying when something like that happens and you can't do anything about it. Trust me. I know. But I'm just pitchin' in my two cents. Another thing... I agree completely and totally with Sylvia and Steve on the macro thing... I have been flooded, cussed at, and had someone be downrite rude to me because of that simple request. I have tolerated it, but I will not any longer. I have gotten just so damn sick and tired of this whole situation. - Rue http://www.io.com/~jimmie/kirsy.home "Please... Don't bite my gun..." - Mihoshi Date: Tue, 18 Jun 1996 22:20:09 -0400 (EDT) From: "Brenlyn Shadows-in-the-Mist \"Insert Proper Garou Name here...\"" <[email protected]> Subject: Fun (Scary) Facts.... 1) Ivory soap floating was a mistake. They had been over mixing the soap formula causing the excess air bubbles that made it float. Customers wrote in and told how much they liked that it floated and it has floated ever since. 2) Thomas Edison got patents for a method of making concrete furniture (imaging moving pains then.... <:O ) and a cigar that was supposed to burn forever. 3) Horses cannot vomit. 4) Your stomach has to produce a new layer of mucus every 2 weeks otherwise it would digest itself. 5) SOS doesn't stand for "Save Our Ship" or "Save Out Souls"--it was just chosen by an 1908 international conference on Morse Code because it was easy to remember. For their purposes. it could have ended up as LOL... <grin>. 6) The Sanscrit word for "war" means "desire for more cows." 7) Mr. Rogers is an ordained Minister. 8) The Old English word for "sneeze" is "fneosan." 9) President Taft got stuck in his back tub on his Inaguration Day and had to be pried out by his attendents. 10) A "jiffy" is an actual unit of time... Length: 1/100th of a second. 11) A flamingo can only eat when its head is upside-down. 12) The growth fate of some bamboo plants can reach 3 feet (91.44 cm) per day. 13) Slinkies were invented by an airplane mechanic; he was playing with engine parts and realized the possible secondary use of one of the springs. Next time you're in the air, remember, You could be held up by a child's toy. 14) Napoleon Bonaparte constructed his battle plans in a sandbox. 15) The Buggles' "Video killed the Radio Star" was the first video ever played on MTV. 16) Polar Bear's fur is not white, it's clear. 17) The movie "Wayne's World" was filmed in 2 weeks. 18) 12 or more cows are known as a "flink" 19) A group of frogs is called an Army. 20) A group of rhinos is called a crash. 21) A group of Kangaroos is called a mob. 22) A group of whales is called a pod. 23) A group of geese is called a gaggle. 24) A group of crows is called a murder. 25) A group os officers is called a mess (No wonder.... <g>). 26) A group of larks is called an exaltation. 27) Old "Honest Abe" was a thief. When he learned that the US army was going to vote for his opponent, he had them all sent into battle so that they could not vote (there were no absentee ballots then) and thus stole the re-election. Wolfie`s plethera-of-useless-information mun Date: Tue, 18 Jun 1996 21:39:19 -0600 From: [email protected] (OneStab) Subject: Certificate of Divorce Be it known to all, the marriage union of Petal and Razorline is hereby terminated by this writ of Divorce. By mutual conscent, and for reasons of abandonment, all rights, preveliges, and individual responsibilities both parties under matrimony are released on this date, the Eighteenth of June in the year of our Queen, Nineteen-hundred ninety-six. In Faith, Warden OneStab First Knight of Arangoth Date: Wed, 19 Jun 1996 00:09:24 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: CONTEST OF CHAMPIONS!!!! (Rand al`Thor vs. Thomas Covenant) Thomas Covenant Height : 5'11'' Weight : 190 lbs. Reach : 34'' vs. Rand al`Thor Height : 6' Weight : 185 lbs. Reach : 36'' Thomas Covenant, tortured hero, is the defender of the land and nemesis of the wretched Lord Foul....Rand, warrior supreme and sheephearder extraordinare, comes to us from the "Wheel of Time" series.... Round 1 : "i have endured starvation, beatings, and leprosy," Thomas proclaims... "i wield the power of the One Source!" answers Rand... "i have risked death in the Spoiled Plains, in Hotash Slay, in Kurash Qwellinir!" "and i wield the power of the One Source!" "i command the almighty magic of the White Gold!" "Uh, did i mention i wield the power of the One Source?" Round 2 to 7 : Rand fires up his blade of light...tom infuses himself with the magic of the White Gold....they assault each other with bolts of green lighting and sheets of shimmering flame.... Round 8 : Though hes scorched, bruised and mangled, Tom keeps coming....Rand gets nervous.. "Doesnt this schmuck know when to quit?" Round 9 : No, he doesnt....After all, whats a few whacks from a Light Blade to a guy whos had leprosy? Tom perseveres...Rand withdraws to lick his wounds and fight another day... Winner : Thomas Covenant Date: Tue, 18 Jun 1996 22:59:27 -0700 From: Quickning <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Fun (Scary) Facts.... :::Crystal the Mun writes.::: While this might not be the place for it, I want you to know that I LOVE (CLIFF) CLAVEN facts, and other useless trivia. Don't mail bomb me or anything but like stuff like that. :::Quickning writes as she reads the...um...note board (???) in the back of the INN:: Da Heck? Date: Tue, 18 Jun 1996 23:15:11 -0700 From: Quickning <[email protected]> Subject: A Buglery at the palace. ((So every body knows what's missing)) ::Afternoon: Outside of the Palace:: A young human woman, few would recognize, approached the outside castle wall. A dark, heavy cloak swirls about her slender frame. After two weeks of constant watching she knew that the wall guardsman wasn't due for about 2 minutes. Quickly she 'blinked' to the other side of the castle wall, appearing in a small garden. She shed her cloak and a beautifully simple courtly dress was revealed. A delicate coif, with small flowers braided within rested atop her head. The young woman looked to see the door guard approaching and quietly dropped the cloak to a waiting helper. She glanced down in time to see a small bronze firelizard disappear, taking the cloak with him. She glanced back up at the approaching guard, and to her chagrin she noticed that he had seen her. With a flash of inspiration she gave him a quick smile. The guard looked at her closely for a moment then smiled and winked at her, satisfied that she was just another nameless maid-in- waiting. She looked down modestly..playing the shy courtly maid to the hilt. Curtsying, she hurried off into the castle, smiling as she had gotten in practically unhindered. ::Inside the Palace:: After searching fruitlessly for what seemed like forever, the young woman broke down and asked a page for directions to the legendary Museum of Arangoth. She smiled to herself as she continued on her way. Her plan was beautiful in its simplicity. She wound have the item and it wouldn't be her hands that took it from it's resting place. She chuckled, then whirled about noticing heavy footfalls behind her. "You there! What are you doing here?" A young man said. Obviously some minor noble, with to much time on his hands. She cursed silently to herself, and thought that she would have to get rid off him and quickly. "Mi'lord I..." she stuttered. She didn't know how to talk to people like him! "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." The young man said smiling gently. "I gather that you want to see the Museum. Well you took a wrong turn, but don't worry, tis a common enough mistake." She blinked at him, her mind whirling, trying to think of a way to get rid of him. After a moment he held out his arm. "Well? You coming?" Suddenly the young woman smiled and nodded, he would lead her directly to her objective. "Lead on Mi'lord." she said softly. * * * She could barely stifle a yawn as the noble droned on about the history and the proud heritage of Arangothians. When she saw what she was looking for: A dagger with a silver hilt with a single ruby encrusted. The description that she was given hardly did it justice. She took in the flawless lines of the blade. Her eyes were drawn to the intricate rune work that decorated the silver hilt. Then they were pulled to the single large, gleaming, blood colored ruby that crowned the pommel. The woman would have rubbed her hands together in anticipation, but for the fact the noble still had a hold of one. She gazed intently at her immediate surroundings, letting the young man drone on about the Great and Noble House of Something or Other. She smiled as she received a conformation. The noble mistook the smile as his reward for serving a courtly maiden. He beamed and raised an eyebrow in invitation. The woman blushed, and nodded, whispering that she would come to him after her duties were done. He squeezed her hand and escorted her out. He chatted on as they moved to the entrance of the Palace. As she let him fill her ears with nonsense, her helper, the little bronze, appeared in the museum. Immediately he found the dagger and snatched it from its resting place, disappearing as quickly as he appeared. The young woman's lips curved into a delighted smile, hearing that the deed was done. The young noble puffed up a bit, thinking that it was for him that pretty maid smiled. At the door, she curtseyed, and took her leave...promising to hurry back. She meandered in the garden till she came to the spot where she blinked' in. Taking a last, triumphant, look around she blinked' back outside. Sighing with relief she as she entered the woods, the young woman returned to her true form. A dark blue furred, black stripped were-tiger. She smiled up at her little dragon and held out hand. The lizard meeps happily and drops the dagger into the outstretched hand. She closes a fist about the dagger and starts walking. She grins up at her partner saying, "Not just anyone can break into the Palace in broad daylight... You got to be...Quick!" Date: Tue, 18 Jun 1996 23:23:10 -0700 From: [email protected] (Aliastra Gaia Archrelar Amon) Subject: Re: MEETING OF THE MUNDANES >For anyone interested there will be a meeting of the mundanes on Aug 02 >going to Aug 11. > >It will be in Eureka California so those close have NO excuse..those far >have um...sorta an excuse..heheheh But let's all get together!! > > ::Reads the note and can barely keep still:: Mun lives really close to Eureka! Well, semi-close. Close enough anyway. ::Wonders if she will be able to convience the mun to take some time off of work:: Date: Wed, 19 Jun 1996 00:18:03 -0700 From: [email protected] (Michael K. Jones) Subject: My New PC Alright, alright. I know we have enough new PC as it is. But I just wanted everyone to know that I will soon be putting the story of my upcoming PC on the list. This is a warning for what you can look foward to in the future. ******************************************* Trigon/^Locke^/Stile/ALeck/Anyone else?? Or the Mun, Evan ******************************************* There is always a way around a locked door, you just gotta find the right key. -Mal Fait You despise us in our search for information. -Mal Fait Date: Wed, 19 Jun 1996 09:57:51 -0700 From: Andie <[email protected]> Subject: "flaming" made easy [Redacted chain email that triggered the wiki's spam filter -Hatshepsut] Date: Wed, 19 Jun 1996 12:15:41 -0500 From: Brad Plumb <[email protected]> Subject: FAQ Angel's little flame letter gave me an idea: As king of the FFRP channels, why don't we put out a FAQ on FFRP and BDI in general. Just a suggestion. 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: Wed, 19 Jun 1996 10:21:56 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Re: FAQ It's in the works Silvan :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her Royal Majesty | AngelSin | Queen of Arangoth | @---}---}--------- | --------------------------------- | http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm | Official Web Site for the #BLKDRAGON*Inn!! | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Date: Wed, 19 Jun 1996 10:27:51 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Re: FAQ Plus there is already a help page on the web site..though a bit small there soon will be help on dice etc.. As SOON as I catch up on the Yellow Pages ((me and my bright ideas)) heheh I will be finishing the help page.. the mun with a thousand ideas and 20 minutes to do finish em all :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her Royal Majesty | AngelSin | Queen of Arangoth | @---}---}--------- | --------------------------------- | http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm | Official Web Site for the #BLKDRAGON*Inn!! | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Date: Wed, 19 Jun 1996 10:51:03 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Ode' to Destiny Here's my hand a poetry: In the Midst she roams not knowing where she is or reasons why And then a single orb is glowing and it does quickly catch her eye She gathers closer for a look next to the orb there lies a book the words foreign she can't read though still she tries A sudden glow the orb does show her As the book unfolds it's words As though her very feet below her Lose their weight the pages turn She casts down a glance upon the page to read her fortune told "You have come upon the age" It said "When youth can feel so old" "Your heart has many paths" it read "And Many ways to go" "But wary of the changes, for They just might take control" She pondered the words before her eyes and turned in sudden start For before her now were two paths yet taken And only one leading to her heart ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her Royal Majesty | AngelSin | Queen of Arangoth | @---}---}--------- | --------------------------------- | http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm | Official Web Site for the #BLKDRAGON*Inn!! | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Date: Wed, 19 Jun 96 13:11:51 CDT From: [email protected] (Dee M. Hughes) Subject: FW: Smile of the day! *grin* Okay,this has nothing at all to do with FFRP, but I thought some of you ladies out there might appreciate this! :) TOP 10 REASONS WHY COMPUTERS MUST BE MALE: 1. Size does matter. 2. Big power surges knock them out for the night. 3. The lights are on but nobody's home. 4. In order to get their attention, you have to turn them on. 5. The best part of having either one is the games you can play. 6. They'll do whatever you say if you push the right buttons. 7. It is always necessary to have a backup. 8. They look nice and shiny until you bring them home. 9. A better model is always just around the corner. 10. They have a lot of data but are still clueless. Mysha :) P.S. :) Pendrake...you're still,and always will be my favorite one to turn on...! :) ------------------------------------- Name: dee hughes E-mail: [email protected] Date: 96/06/19 Time: 1:11:52 PM This message was sent by Chameleon ------------------------------------- Date: Wed, 19 Jun 1996 14:48:31 -0400 From: Kylus Dragonsbane <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Certificate of Divorce ::Shake his head sadly, muttering to himself.:: Kylus~ At 09:39 PM 6/18/96 -0600, you wrote: > > > >Be it known to all, the marriage union of Petal and Razorline is hereby >terminated by this writ of Divorce. Date: Wed, 19 Jun 1996 14:49:14 -0400 From: Kylus Dragonsbane <[email protected]> Subject: Re: FAQ Sounds like a good idea, ;). I'll work on it if it'll be posted on the page :) Kylus~ Patrick ((Back here!)) At 12:15 PM 6/19/96 -0500, you wrote: > Angel's little flame letter gave me an idea: As king of the FFRP >channels, why don't we put out a FAQ on FFRP and BDI in general. Just a >suggestion. > BrAd PlUmB > Silvan of Shadowdale > Date: Wed, 19 Jun 1996 11:55:18 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Certificate of Divorce ::She stands at the window of her and her husband's room at Castle Black looking out across the Darian river and to the Inn:: <q>"Tis a sad day" ::She lets out a loud sigh as the King comes up behind her, resting his hands on her shoulders:: "It's what they both wanted Luv'" ::He squeezes gently on her shoulders as she leans back against him" "I know..but it is sad...and what of the children? Poor Petal" ::She spins around looking at him with: <w>"Don't ever leave..promise me that" ::Her big emerald eyes looking up at him searching his eyes:: "That promise I made a long time ago and have no intentions of breaking" ::he pulls her closer:: ::She smiles then thinks of Petal and Razor...<w>"Tis still nay fair...but I suppose sometimes people make mistakes" "Aye" ::He holds her to him: "But mistakes can be fixed...remember that luv" ::She rests her head on his chest:: "Aye..I will" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her Royal Majesty | AngelSin | Queen of Arangoth | @---}---}--------- | --------------------------------- | http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm | Official Web Site for the #BLKDRAGON*Inn!! | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Date: Wed, 19 Jun 1996 14:30:13 -0700 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: FW: Smile of the day! LOL. I love to get smiles...it brightens the day. Mitsu Date: Wed, 19 Jun 1996 16:39:44 -0700 (PDT) From: RangerBlue <[email protected]> Subject: Expedition delay 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], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected] My Lords and Ladies: Due to a scheduling conflict with prearranged Arangoth wargames, the expedition to the Dragon Spires will be delayed. A new date and time will be announced as soon as it can be determined. I ask forgiveness from the intrepid adventurers ready to move now. Hopefully, a new date determined within a few days. Thank you. RangerBlue First Warden Sovereign of Loreil Date: Wed, 19 Jun 1996 22:42:19 -0400 (EDT) From: "Hudson's Petting Zoo" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Certificate of Divorce Um, am I remembering the wrong story... weren't petal and Raz dead? (petal did the lightning rod thing with some weird energy source, and Raz couldn't take the grief of losing her?) Raych ---- Eric Hudson, mundane of Sir Raych Seldon [aw.. you guys know it already] ---- Date: Wed, 19 Jun 1996 23:55:51 -0400 (EDT) From: "Brenlyn Shadows-in-the-Mist \"Insert Proper Garou Name here...\"" <[email protected]> Cc: BlackDragon <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Wargames in Arangoth > The battle will take place Friday, June 21st at 9pm PDT (Midnight Eastern). > The meeting place will be BLKDRAGON*Arena. Alas, I just realized... the mun will be relocating that weekend... And the library closes at Midnight EDT....... :( I cannot attend. But If someone would care to send me a copy of the log.... I will tell a story of the preparations for war in Arangoth.... :) Brenlyn Shadows-in-the-Mist, the newly appointed Royal StoryTeller of Arangoth And Wolfie`s stuck-in-the-library-all-night-tonight glad-he-brought-a-pillow mun Date: Thu, 20 Jun 1996 00:09:47 -0400 (EDT) From: "Brenlyn Shadows-in-the-Mist \"Insert Proper Garou Name here...\"" <[email protected]> Cc: BlackDragon <[email protected]> Subject: R.S.V.P. to the ball.... I suppose that, as a new Royal.... Wolfie` will be expected to attend... ::exasperated sigh:: I hate formal occasions ;)... Seriously, If I can be there, I will. Wolfie`s clueless mun Date: Thu, 20 Jun 1996 07:21:38 -0700 From: Quickning <[email protected]> Subject: Re: FAQ The only Rule thing i can think of for FFRP is, which my paly Maaxah taught me...CalvinBall...., as some of you have heard me talk about. Reallity is set by the first thing said. When your lagged this is kinda hard, but when your lagged everything is hard. But that is how i play and that is how i'll continue to play. LONG LIVE CALVINBALL GAMING! Crystal, mun of Quickning. Date: Thu, 20 Jun 1996 12:34:31 -0400 (EDT) From: Brenlyn Shadows-in-the-Mist <[email protected]> Subject: A \\'olf Story... Chapter Three of ?? A \ \ / _ | |~ \ \ |_| | |~ Story, Chapter Three Deep beneath the grassy field, in the safety of the main hall, the warren huddled together and spoke in hushed tones. Children snuggled against their mothers, shivering and crying, and mothers whispered kind words to ease their fears. Saul stood in the front of the big underground room and gazed affectionately at his people. It had been a narrow escape. He shook his grey head as he thought of how close they had come to disaster. And he had even sensed the monster's presense. He closed his eyes and sighed. He was getting very old indeed. He had sent Windgate back to the burrow in the hill above for a careful look. Perhaps the Black Spiral had departed. Yet Saul knew now the abomination would never stop his attack. It had become a battle to the death between the warren, who defended Gaia, and this powerful servant of the Wyrm. The Elders were gathered around Saul, their faces worried and distracted. They murmured amongst themselves, speaking in hushed whispers about the fearsome size of the Dancer that had almost destroyed them all. Saul glared at the angrily. "Is it defeat you speak of?" he demanded harshly. "If you will not speak of victory, then you will not speak! This is not a place for the weak of heart, or the fearful. Did Gaia give us a spirit of fear or weakness? No. We are gifted with courage and strength to do what must be done when the time comes. We defend Gaia. And we endure to the Apocalypse. We will not tremble before any beast, earth-born or Wyrm-spawned! Control yourselves. Be strong! Those frozen by fear will not survive the Apocalypse. Nor will they rejoin that which they seek to protect. We will yet have victory!" The Elders lowered their heads quietly, and Saul stared at each of them in turn allowing them to sense his fervor, hoping they would find courage in it. Windgate returned from the tunnel, breathing hard. "It's not good, Saul," he whispered. "The Dancer...has begun to dig." Saul's chest tightened with the news. It seemed that his wounds had opened up again. Several of the Elders uttered low moans, and some whispered fearful pleas to the totem of the warren. "Silence!" Saul said. "Do you wish to frighten the children even further?" He looked at Windgate. "What else?" Windgate kept his voice low so that only Saul and the surrounding Elders could hear. "Already it has moved several feet of dirt. We are safe for now. But by Luna's apex it will be within the hall. I don't what we can do. It appears strong enough to dig into all of the tunnels. There will be no place to hide." Saul was silent, his face grim. He sensed a pale weariness, and lowered his head again, resting, speechless, waiting for his old strength to return. He begged Gaia for wisdom, scanning the long years of his experience for some tactic, some cunning plan, that would save them. But a pervading sense of doom sent a disturbing cloud to darken his mind. Old Benjamin spoke, as he was prone to do, talking as much to himself as to any of the others. "We could try to escape out of the hidden door, but it would run us down ere we cleared the field. Or we could go up and fight it in the tunnel. But it would make swift work of us." His old eyes glared fiercely in the cavernous gloom. "'Tis a dark day visited upon us!" Despite his weariness, Saul smiled at the old hare. Benjamin had survived a hundred savage battles in his long life; against dog and fox, against rogue Lupins that attacked the warren, against relentless battle of winters past, even against men. His grey mane was criss-crossed with the scars of combat, and his low brow reflected the hard suffering he had known. But he was not afraid. Benjamin's old body seemed to thrill with the challenge of defending his home. From beneath the heavy grey forehead, his dark eyes glinted defiantly. "Do you not fear?" whispered Silas, a younger Lupin who had only recently taken his place in the warren. Benjamin threw him an angry glance. "I scorn my fear! I am a defender of Gaia. I will put my fear and rage into my claws and teeth! When the monster comes, I will be the first to face him! Gaia gave me life. Who can take it from me? I will fight to the death to defend Gaia from the ravages of this wyrm-beast and his ilk. That is the way it has always been. We do not surrender to the Wyrm's corruption. We do not lay down and die when death comes for us. We fight! We fight, because while the Wyrm seeks to destroy everything we must defend ourselves from creatures such as this. And in the end, if we die, then we are reborn. So I will fight." Shaken, Silas replied, "But how can we have victory over such a beast? It can't be beaten, not by force. We--" "I will show you how to defeat it," Windgate broke in, his voice tense with reigned-in rage. He raised a paw and flicked out his claws. "By doing what we know is right. I do not need to decide whether it is right to defend my family. I do not need to think about whether it is right to save my friends. I know these things. Gaia's gifts will help us overcome this obstacle, when we have conviction enough to do it!" Saul leaned forward and calmly placed a paw on the shoulder of his friend, settling him. The he smiled at his young champion, so quick to fight for those he loved. "We shall see what we shall do," he said quietly. "But there can be no outrunning it," Silas said. "And there can be no fighting it. There is no hope. I am as willing as anyone to stand my ground, but we don't stand a chance. It is going to dig into our tunnels...," his voice trembled to conceal a desperate pitch, "...and nothing can stop it!" Harsh voices stilled his debate. Silas, stung, looked about angrily for a moment, as if confused. Then he shook his head in disagreement, murmuring, and fell silent. Saul gazed about him and measured the resolve he saw. "Why don't we run out the back door when it runs in the front door?" sounded a small voice. Thurgood's frazzled head peeked around Windgate's muscular leg. "Yup, yup. That's what I'd do." "What?" said Windgate. "Why, get back to your mother, young cub." He patted the youngster on the head affectionately. "This is not the place for you, yet." "Well, I'm not afraid!" said Thurgood, standing up to his full height, reaching (almost) Windgate's hip. "And I say we run out the back door when he runs in the front. I ain't sacred o' no wolf! Me and DeSoto already outran him once!" Saul saw another shaggy head peek out from behind Windgate's other side. The little Lupins looked at each other and nodded their heads furiously. "Yup!" DeSoto said. Thurgood stepped forward dramatically. "He don't talk too much. But I do...," he raised a finger for emphasis, "and I say--" Windgate snatched both cubs from the floor by the scruff of the neck and lifted them aloft. Feet scurried frantically to escape, but the effort only caused them to sway back and forth. "We heard what you said," the burly hare spoke ominously, eyeing first one cub, then the other. Legs fell limp and they hung from his strong paws like leaves swaying in the breeze. "Excuse me a moment," he said. "I have to take these two back to their mothers." And he disappeared into the back of the hall. Silas leaned forward and spoke harshly toward Saul. "Foolishness!" he whispered. "We cannot outrun this monster. It would hunt us down and kill us. It will never stop until we are all dead." Benjamin spoke sharply. "If we listen to you, we will do nothing," he said. "But something must be done. We must fight or flee. There is no other choice. If we stand and debate, it will be on us before the night is through. So we must decide. I, for myself and my family, vote to stand and fight. Some will surely fall. But perhaps we can convince this vile abomination of the Wyrm that we are not easy prey. I know of know other course. Silas is right in one thing. We can't run for the woods. Whoever runs will be tracked down and slain. There is no escaping the Black Spiral Dancer." Saul listened intently and winced at the pain that glanced across his chest. Blood had matted to conceal the depth of his injuries, but he knew his wounds were serious. He sighed, feeling the sentence of death. So little time remained, so little hope. Yet hope he must, if an answer was to be found. Windgate returned. "I have put the two little hooligans back with their mothers, where they belong. And I have been back up the tunnel." "Yes?" said Silas. "It is gone?" Windgate shook his head darkly. "It will be upon us by midnight." Together they fell silent, each lost in his thoughts. Saul glanced somberly from face to face, sensing each hope, each plea. Sadly, as the moments passed, he began to realize what he must do. Long ago, experience had taught him the last most desperate defense. For in a battle there was always one last move to make, as long as one still had life. It would be his final fight. "My brothers, listen to me," he began, slowly and carefully. "It is true that if we run, the Dancer will chase us all down and kill us all. Not even you, Windgate, with all your courage and all your strength, are a match for him. But there is a chance we can survive. I was the one who stole the children from his grasp. I was the one who stood against him and defied the Wyrm. So it hates me more than it hates you. And because of this hatred it will kill all of us, if it can. But I don't think it will. "Gaia gives us wisdom, so I assure you we are wiser than this abomination. And it is with our wits that we will defeat it. You all know that the servants of the Wyrm pursue their own pleasures above all else. So that will be our weapon. We will give the Spiral something it wants. But what we give will cost him the treasure he desires most. "Windgate, do you remember the great maze of caves we saw last winter, the one you said would make a fine home for the warren one day?" Windgate nodded his stern brow. "Then I shall give the Dancer what it wants. And the price it pays shall be your lives." Windgate spoke. "I don't like the direction you're going brother. I don't intend to allow--" Saul placed a paw on his friend's hard shoulder. "There's no other way, my friend. It is me he wants. He shall have me. But the chase will be long and hard, even for him. I will lead the Black Spiral far into the Deep Woods, farther than we have ever seen or gone before, where the snow lies deep and winter never leaves. I will take it to the place where the Fianna roam. It will hunt me, and it will find me in the end. But the end will be long in coming. And when the battle is done, you will all be far away to the South, in the caves by the brook. The Dancer may attack you again. But it will never be able to dig through rock. And you'll have plenty of food and water. As I lead him away, brother, you must take the warren to the caves. That shall be our new home. And if I escape him, I'll return to you." Windgate only shook his head. "No. I can't allow this. You are out Leader, so you must live. It is better that I lead this abomination on the chase. It is a race he will not soon forget!" Faintly, through the hush of the tunnels, Saul heard the scraping sounds of relentless digging. He knew that little time remained. It was only Windgate's great love that caused him to offer himself for the chase. Yet this was a task for the old, not the young. For whoever led the abomination away would never return. "The beast won't soon forget you, brother. But you must do something that will let me reach the forest. Without your part, I'll never get the head start I need to lead it on the chase. And no one can take your place in this. You alone can distract the Spiral long enough for me to reach the woodline. Then with the moon, and the stars, I will begin the final game." Windgate's hard eyes grew even more indomitable, refusing to allow Saul's sacrifice. Saul met his gaze, his noble head bent. For a long moment, their eyes locked, each unwilling to allow the other to forfeit his life. Then after a time, Windgate lowered his head, nodding sadly. Saul smiled. "One day you will Lad the warren," he said. "Now, gather the little ones around me. For while we still have time I will tell them a story that will always give them hope." Quietly the Elders gathered the mothers and children at the front of the hall. Saul stood before them. old and wise, his august head inspiring faith and strength to the weak of heart. While far above them the sun was long lost behind the distant hills, leaving only a moonlit glow upon the once peaceful field where nothing lived and nothing moved except a monstrous black beast that ravaged the earth and roared savagely in its demonic lust to destroy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *Whew* That takes a lot out of you, writing all that much... As always, comments/questions/raves/encouragements/requests for back chapters are more than welcome at any of my email addies: [email protected] [email protected] [email protected] As always, flames are more than welcome at someone else's email addy (you pick one at random, I don't care whose.... ;) ) Wolfie`s eagerly-awaiting-comments-as-well-as-his-paycheck mun Date: Thu, 20 Jun 1996 14:26:42 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: A little joke This one *might* offend people if they are hardcore religious fanatics, but i seriously doubt it....so, hope you all get the same kick out of it that i did : Two nuns are ordered to paint a room in the convent, and the last instruction of the Mother Superior is that they must not get even a drop of paint on their habits. After conferring about this for a while,the two nuns decide to lock the door of the room,strip off their habits, and paint in the nude. In the middle of the project,there comes a knock at the door. "Who is it?", calls one of the nuns. "Blind man," replies a voice from the other side of the door. The two nuns look at each other and shrug, and deciding that no harm can come from letting a blind man into the room, they open the door. "Nice breasts," says the man, "Where do you want these blinds?" StEvE Date: Thu, 20 Jun 1996 13:34:07 -0500 From: Glenda Conn <[email protected]> Subject: unsubscribe unsubscribe Date: Thu, 20 Jun 1996 14:40:41 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> Subject: RSVP To the Ball Your Highness, My Sincerest and most Heartfely Thanks to you from Lady Viskaya and myself.. Indeed, we shall be Attending the Royal Ball. SimnFenix and Lady Viskaya, and our Muns. Date: Thu, 20 Jun 1996 14:57:03 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: A little joke Later on, the 2 nuns hear a Rumor that a Viper would be arriving at the Convent around Midnight.. Working as fast as they can, they do Everything in their power to get the room painted as soon as Possible. They finish at Midnight, dress themselves, and Open the door, only to see another man outside carrying a bucket... "Kind Sir, You are not safe here, We heard a Viper is arriving at Midnight." THe man looks at them, slightly puzzled, then replies.. "Ya, Teez Correct, I am ze Viper, I Come to Vipe ze Vindows." SimnFenix and his Mun. (Extra Duct tape, please, Steve.) On Thu, 20 Jun 1996 [email protected] wrote: > This one *might* offend people if they are hardcore religious fanatics, but > i seriously doubt it....so, hope you all get the same kick out of it that i > did : > > Two nuns are ordered to paint a room in the convent, and the > last instruction of the Mother Superior is that they must not > get even a drop of paint on their habits. After conferring > about this for a while,the two nuns decide to lock the door > of the room,strip off their habits, and paint in the nude. > In the middle of the project,there comes a knock at the door. > > "Who is it?", calls one of the nuns. > > "Blind man," replies a voice from the other side of the door. > > The two nuns look at each other and shrug, and deciding that > no harm can come from letting a blind man into the room, they > open the door. > > "Nice breasts," says the man, "Where do you want these blinds?" > > StEvE > Date: Thu, 20 Jun 1996 12:07:35 -0700 From: Kyrus Wildfire <[email protected]> Subject: Wargames Hmm...Of Course I'll be there...I get a chance to whup on Loendal some more. Hehe Jonas...Kyrus' ever so tired mun Kyrus Wildfire, Royal Assassin Thugs Killed Banks Robbed Enemy Forces Routed Date: Thu, 20 Jun 1996 14:28:26 -0500 From: Glenda Conn <[email protected]> Subject: to much mail All write guys I need your help. I am getting to much mail. How do I stop getting this. From Multiple list HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Date: Thu, 20 Jun 1996 13:42:00 -0600 From: [email protected] (OneStab) Subject: Arangoth Wargames Knights, Soldiers, and armed travellers of Arangoth, Tensions build with our Asyri neighbors. As show of strength, and to ready ourselves for what seems an inevitable conflict, we have the Wargames. ALL concerned Arangoth citizens and allies are invited to attend. We will divide into two separate teams, one lead by the Knights, the other by the Guard. (Queen AngelSin herself may lead the Guard as Lysira is.. by her own word.. tied up that eve.. <w> I did nae ask). Warden Merikus of the Wardens of Loreil has agreed to Arbitrate our battle. Please review the rules of engagement below but donnae feel intimidated if they seem unclear on paper.. As we get the games rolling, ye will become familiar with them... hence we practice.. As a reminder, the games are set for this Friday, the 21st of June. Starting time: 9pm Pacific (midnight Eastern) Place: BLKDRAGON*Arena The BLKDRAGON*Inn is donating the nights profits to the winners, the loosers also will buy a round of drinks for the winners. Hope to see ye all there! Warden OneStab First Knight of Arangoth II. NETWAR. A. NETWAR is a massive battle involving several warriors from each side. B. Prosecuting NETWAR. 1. All participants MUST be in #BLKDRAGON*Arena by the appointed start time. 2. Each individual's nickname must reflect the army he/she represents and the number of current hit points. (i.e. Lysira would be altered to Lysir-A15. Denoting her affiliation with AngelSin and fifteen hit points at the beginning of the NETWAR.) 3. At the start time, all present will be oped, the channel moderated, a dice BOT invited, and the war begins. 4. Beginning with the first name on the room list and proceeding in order, each character declares a move, a target, and rolls 2d20. Standard scoring (15+, 1 hit, 20 = 2 hits) applies. A proper attack appears this way: <Rue-A10> *Swipes her blades, lunging (Zant-X13) <Rue-A10> 2d20 <noppa> Rue-A1's 2d20: 4 16 *** Zant-X13 is now known as Zant-X12 <Silvn-A14> *Fires an arrow at (Rhian-X6) etc.... 5. Individual Rights, Restrictions, Attacks, and Damage a. No single character may be attacked more than twice in a single turn. (A turn begins with the first character on the name list's attack, it ends with the last name's attack.) b. A character may retreat at any time. If the character has 5 or more hit points, he/she escaped and no penalties apply. c. If a character exits battle with less than 5 points, he/she is considered captured and a POW. d. At 0 hit points, a character is killed. RP resurrection is the an option of the mundane, but the character cannot further participate in the Asyri/Arangoth NETWAR. e. All attacks are considered simultaneous in the turn, retreats, captures, and deaths are scored by the captains at the END of a turn. 6. Captains. a. Each team will have one captain b. The captain sustains 30 hits before being killed. c. A captain may retreat at any time without capture. d. The captain's nick will be only the letter used by the rest of the army, followed by the initial number of combatants, current number of combatants, the letter again, and finally number of hits. (i.e. Xandur's nickname would be: X8-6X14. This shows Xandur began with 8 combatants, 6 remain, and he has 14 hit points.) 7. Arbiter. a. Each NETWAR will have one arbiter. b. The arbiter will op the participants and moderate the channel. c. He/She ensures all scoring is done correctly. d. He/She will count rounds and make rulings on the Punt/Lag/Split section below. e. When one side has lost, the Arbiter declares the victor and un-moderates the channel. C. Winning the NETWAR 1. When more than HALF the initial number of players on a side are eliminated by capture, retreat, or death, the war is over. The team with more than 50% of its forces is victorious. 2. If the Captain retreats of is killed, the war is lost. 3. If both sides fall below 50% simultaneously, the war continues until a captain retreats or is killed. D. POW's 1. Prisoners cannot participate in individual battles with members of the opposing army nor NETWAR until released. 2. POW's are not forced to stay locked in a cell, they may continue playing normally with the above exception if they choose. 3. The Captains may barter POW's or hold them at their discretion. 4. There are NO release matches unless dictated by the Story-line. E. Punts, Lags, and Splits. 1. Punts. Any character punted during the match is considered temporarily out of action. The war continues.. that character may rejoin with a one point damage per missed turn penalty (assessed by the arbiter). If more than 3 full rounds are missed, the character is considered retreated (or captured if he/she has less than 5 hit points.) 2. Lags. Lag will usually cause a delay in character rolls and BOT responses. The Arbiter should ensure he/she is unlagged from the BOT, and will make rulings on lagged characters. Severely lagged soldiers should be considered punted. The arbiter will roll all dice if the BOT lags. Arbiter rolls supersede BOT dice. Once the Arbiter has rolled, BOT results are irrelevant. 3. Splits. Splits are the only technical problem that stop combat. The arbiter will wait 5 mins from a split for the servers to rejoin. If it not cleared, the battle is considered postponed until both captains have returned and a solution reached. Date: Thu, 20 Jun 1996 12:53:40 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Re: unsubscribe Um..you send email to [email protected] NOT the mail server..but I'll got delete ya off the list since I'm here... At 01:34 PM 6/20/96 -0500, you wrote: > > >unsubscribe > > ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her Royal Majesty | AngelSin | Queen of Arangoth | @---}---}--------- | --------------------------------- | http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm | Official Web Site for the #BLKDRAGON*Inn!! | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Date: Thu, 20 Jun 1996 13:03:41 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Re: unsubscribe Arg..mail LIST not server godz I don't think I'm awake yet..at http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/mail.htm you can find how To SUBSCRIBE and UNSUBSCRIBE. In the future if you need to unsubcribe to the list and can't remember how, please check the mail page for instructions. Thanks :) > >Um..you send email to [email protected] NOT the mail server..but I'll ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her Royal Majesty | AngelSin | Queen of Arangoth | @---}---}--------- | --------------------------------- | http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm | Official Web Site for the #BLKDRAGON*Inn!! | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Date: Thu, 20 Jun 1996 16:53:51 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: A little joke that simon carried too far **looks over to Simon then twaps his over the head, grabs his hands and wraps them tightly in duct tape** Simon....that one wasnt *just* bad....it was SO bad that i just got a GI Joe flashback from when they did an episode of that HORRIBLE pun!!!! **twaps him again for good measure** RandoM Date: Thu, 20 Jun 1996 16:02:16 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Re: EDITING Dear Simon and all concerned..PLEASE Edit your posts!!! thank you :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her Royal Majesty | AngelSin | Queen of Arangoth | @---}---}--------- | --------------------------------- | http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm | Official Web Site for the #BLKDRAGON*Inn!! | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Date: Thu, 20 Jun 1996 22:42:04 -0400 (EDT) From: Carl Prichard <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Wargames > > > > Hmm...Of Course I'll be there...I get a chance to whup on Loendal some more. Oooooo That wasnnay nice! Nay Nice at all! :) Ye jest wait... I will have ye.... Even if I have to use ye own daggers against ye >;) Loendal the Dragonlord of Britannia > > > Hehe > > Jonas...Kyrus' ever so tired mun > Kyrus Wildfire, Royal Assassin > Thugs Killed > Banks Robbed > Enemy Forces Routed > > Date: Fri, 21 Jun 1996 00:54:00 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> Subject: Something I think we'll all need, sooner or later. With all the Stress we've been going thru Lately, i thought we could all use a little help from the Shrink Specialists... SimnFenix ---------- Forwarded message ---------- MENTAL HEALTH HOTLINE "Thank You for Calling........" * Press 1, repeatedly, if you're obesessive compulsive * Ask someone to press 2 for you if you're co-dependent * Press 3, 4, 5, and 6 if you're a multiple personality * If you are paranoid and delusional, we already know what you want and who you are. Just stay on the line while we trace your call. * If you're schizophrenic, please hold, and a little voice will tell you what to press * If you are depressed, it probably doesn't matter what you press, it won't do you any good anyway Date: Fri, 21 Jun 1996 01:17:02 -0700 From: Quickning <[email protected]> CC: [email protected] Subject: Re: FAQ and CalvinBalling I understand your point and agree with you, StEvE. In a Battle I let the dice rule. And hopefully a healer is on hand. However in the inn, I play CalvinBall. For Example:: The other night with Jyhad and Chryss. Jyhad and Chryss were having a conversation, and Jyhad was engrossed in eating and talking to Chryss. Quick decide that it would be a good time to steal Jyhads stuff. Jyhad's mun told me what he was carring and let me get away with it. Chryss however spotted Quick and cast a truth spell on Quick, makeing her tell the truth for the next 24hrs. Quick for the rest of the day told the truth. Which led to other strang things eleswhere. I, me personaly, play my PC with quirks and weakneeses. Just improving and reacting, to what other people do in the room. When someone tips Platinum in the room or some other outragous amount of money Quick tries to steal the money, almost always. At the same time Quick has no defence against magic and has only 2 magic powers, neither of them offensive. I stay true to my PC. She's just a peasent tring to get by. I try to let other player effect me as well as tring to affect other players. Thats CalvinBall RP. I know their are GOD-PC's want to win everything. I dont let them ruin my fun or kill my PC, like in your example. I'd put my defensive, but anyoning power of teleporting in effect. Even in those situations try to stay true to my PC. Trying to play fair, Crystal the Mun of Quickning. Date: Fri, 21 Jun 1996 08:28:20 -0500 From: [email protected] (Mysha and Pendrake) Subject: :) A lil bit of humor...you ladies might appreciate... TOP 10 THINGS YOU'LL NEVER HEAR A MAN SAY 1. We never talk anymore... 2. Hey, let me hold your purse while you try that on. 3. Aww,forget Monday night football, let's watch Melrose Place. 4. Why don't you go to the mall with me,and help me pick out a pair of shoes. 5. Sex isn't that important; sometimes I just like to be held. 6. Honey, since we don't have anything else planned, will you go to the wallpaper store with me? 7. While I'm up, can I get you a beer? 8. Oooh,Antonio Banderas, AND Brad Pitt? THAT'S one movie I GOTTA SEE! 9. You know, I'd *LIKE* to see her again, but her breasts are just TOO big. 10.Here,honey, you use the remote... Date: Fri, 21 Jun 1996 09:51:41 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: FAQ Really Quickning? what if it goes like this : *RandoM waits for Quickning to do something.... *Quickning attacks, her sword spinning towards his throat. *RandoM dodges the blade nimbly, coming up with his own blade and severing Quickning's head from her body, watching her decapitated corpse fall to the ground, her head bouncing several feet away. *Quickning (who follows "Calvinball" rules of free form) can do *NOTHING BUT* die, since she said herself "Reality is set by the first thing you said" so she dies, her character is void and RandoM walks off muttering about his essay he wrote on God Pcs... More important than speed of what you say, is that of "reality within fantasy".....noone can kill or do anything of the sort without prior knowledge from the mundane of the opponent....so many people think that they can slit the throat of their victim and instantly expect them to die on the spot..... *this* is the problem with free form role playing.....so many people want their character ti rise above the others, no matter what it takes....God PCs if you will......people who dont want to role play damage against their character, because their character cant be harmed....and yet if you score a hit against them, they turn the blade aside just in time.....do you see my point, Quick? free form is not just a game like we all look at it now.....its advanced into more of an art form....you actually have to look for people who have "mastered this art" if you will....im met a few people that are fun to free form with, but with the surge of people that has hit the inn as of late, those people are drowned out in the influx.... so if you want to free form, itll be hard to find someone who will play a good fight in which you are going to have a good time....but of course, no matter how good you are, how do you figure out who wins the free form? no points are kept....you decide whether you hit or miss....how much damage is done....so who wins? my recommendation for free forming is to mix it with dice.....play the old dice rules, but make sure you only AIM your hit at the person and if the dice roll and say you hit, then throw in some nifty effect you did, or if someone hits you, tell how it knocked you back and sprayed blood everywhere or something.....draw it out and make it detailed, its still lots of fun and you still get the air of free form, you challenge creativity against an opponent, and with the dice, you still get a defined winner......even if it is all luck..... StEvE Date: Fri, 21 Jun 1996 09:55:38 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Something I think we'll all need, sooner or later. **reads simons forward and realizes he forgot to include the number to the hotline and sighs...** Simon... **takes simons hands and undoes all the big bad duct tape from them** that was penance for your last sin of a bad pun <g> that one was actually good....heheheh StEvE Date: Fri, 21 Jun 1996 09:43:17 -0700 From: Quickning <[email protected]> Subject: CalvinBall Role Play an explaination. What I meant by calling it CalvinBall role play is that there are no rules. Everyone play by thier own rules. Everyone reacts the way the want to react. We make up rules or ignor rules as we go. The whole point i was making is. DON'T GET TOO INVOLVED IN RULES!!! The whole point of CalvinBall, both from Calvin and Hobbes and RP, is to have as much fun as possible. >From the Golden Pen, and Twisted Mind of, Crystal the Mun of Quickning. Date: Fri, 21 Jun 1996 10:47:23 -0600 From: [email protected] (Xandur) Subject: The Asyr/Arangoth line Since many have again requested an explanation of this SL, and an update.. here is the reader's digest version. Many years ago, RangerBlue reigned justly over Loreil, a beautiful land garished with lush green farms and sparkling azure sea ports. A neighboring kindom, Asyr, was not so blessed. Sand baked and blew under a scorching sun. Landlocked, Asyr had no ports for trade, nor goods to offer. The people starved. Hungry for scapegoats, as hatred often eases the pain of an empty stomach, the emporer of Asyr indicted Loriel. So, the Asyri were educated from birth in a society blaming its ills on the success of Loreil. Asyr invaded Loreil. The Wardens, guardians of Loriel's honor and security, were killed, their families murdered. Only RangerBlue escaped. Finding himself in RhyDin, he began rebuilding the Wardenship, seaching for upstanding personalities in that chaotic land. Meanwhile, Asyr occupies Loriel, ransaking her riches. Recently, the new Wardens successfully retook parts of their adopted Loreillian homeland. But the war is not over. Long and bitter fighting stirs mistrust and hatred between Warden and Asyri still. Asyr needs trade routes to hock the spoils of Loriel, hence their interest in Arangoth. The Wardens use Arangoth as a place to regroup and launch strategic raids into Asyr, hence their interest here. With both parties in close proximity, AngelSin's many friends within the Wardenship, and the Asyri ambitions in Arangoth, conflict is inevitable. Update: Prefect Xandur (the leader of Avandil, the closest major Asyri city to the Arangoth boarder) and Zantoth (Xandur's magelord) accused the Queen of favoritism and both were banished. They left vowing the Queen would be repaid for her behavior.. The stage is set, the Asyri/Arangoth line comes to its climax. Date: Fri, 21 Jun 1996 11:56:25 -0700 From: [email protected] (Todd Hortillosa ) Subject: Re: The Asyr/Arangoth line thought. The thing was , no one care about him or who he was. It was how it should be, the commoner invisible in a way that he could go almost anywhere. Well he had a job to do. He took out his trusty purple crystal, it recorded voices and amplified the softest whisper. He grinned at it. I never liked Asyri anyway , he thought , and set out like the spy he was and pondered on what he would do with all the cash he was getting for this job. He had spied on both parties , now whick side payed him more would recieve information so valuable , who ever bought him out would have controll of the other. All he needed was just a little more , and a third party to relay transactions. Date: Fri, 21 Jun 1996 11:59:17 -0700 From: [email protected] (Todd Hortillosa ) Subject: Re: A little joke that simon carried too far That realy was terrible... *shudder* al`Thor Date: Fri, 21 Jun 1996 15:56:52 -0500 (CDT) From: Arianeira <[email protected]> Subject: Re: FAQ Aplay the old dice rules, but make sure you only AIM your hit at the >person and if the dice roll and say you hit, then throw in some nifty effect >you did, or if someone hits you, tell how it knocked you back and sprayed >blood everywhere or something.....draw it out and make it detailed, its still >lots of fun and you still get the air of free form, you challenge creativity >against an opponent, and with the dice, you still get a defined >winner......even if it is all luck..... Yeah, that's nice, I mean, to play with dice AND freeform. Thats what I do. mostly. because I've always thought it was kind of silly to type something like: [paraphrase from a log here] 'zaern kicks ari in the stomach and then slashes across her face with his sword. He laughs as blood goes every where' that's from an actual fight. he rolled a 7 3. that seemed a bit dumb.[and iff anyone cared, I lost by 6 points too..<:(> anyway...that's freeform? me > > Arianeira de Gwynedd, Princess Tanista Erinna Fian and Bandraoi ++++++++==+++++++++ + //----\\//----\\+ + ||oooo//\\oooo||+ + \\==== xx ====//+ + //==== xx === \\+ + ||oooo\\//oooo||+ + \\----//\\----//+ ++++++++==+++++++++ [actually her mun, but hey, that's good too, because if it wasn't, you'd really have to wonder who was writing this...oh well..I'll shut up now....] that's supposed to be a keltic knot....oh well... [*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*] "dammit, where'd I put the piece of paper with the quote on it!!!"- me Date: Fri, 21 Jun 1996 16:48:18 -0500 From: [email protected] (Cullen Stevenson) Subject: Re: FAQ and CalvinBalling > I try to let other player effect me as well as tring to affect >other players. Thats CalvinBall RP. How is this CalvinBall rp. I assume you mean CalvinBall as in the game they play in Calvin and Hobbes? If so, in that game, Calvin and Hobbes make up rules as they go along to their advantage.. --- 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, 21 Jun 1996 19:30:43 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: FAQ and CalvinBalling **glares at Connor and pulls out his role of duct tape** another bad pun like that one and the pun police, ie: me, will be forced to tape your hands together so you cant type... **looks over to Simon who was victim of this just days before** RandoM Date: Fri, 21 Jun 1996 19:38:33 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: FAQ Actually, that is an example of BAD free forming.....its alright to throw in a few descriptive phrases saying this that and another about your attack AFTER you score, but you must admit, its sort of silly to say how you spilled the blood of your foe down your blade if you roll a couple of misses....now if the person had rolled a couple of hits, then it would have been fine to be showered with your blood (but who would role play THAT? i mean with the diseases that are going around these days...sheesh....and speaking of which : (on an off note) i think it would be neat if someone made a "whorish" PC (note : meaning no offense but you know there are a few of them that base their characters on just picking up those of the opposite sex to find a bed-mate for the night) and do their business with them only to inform them that they were now infected with some sort of nasty magical sexually transimitted disease.....thatll teach the flirts to be a little more careful, hehehe) back to my point.... if he had been "showered in your blood" it would have been a perfect example of bad RPing on the other persons part.... i even sent out an essay about free form fighting to angel a while back and she said she was going to post it in a newsletter, but i was away for a couple of weeks and never heard another word about it.... so Angel, if you still have a copy of that (as if i think you are going to actually read this letter, heheheh) please copy and paste or whatever you wanna do to it, just could you please send out a copy of it to the list? i would, but the only copy i have is still in VA and i wont be back there for a while....thanks.... id better go....have to call out for pizza before x-files comes on.....later taters.... StEvE Date: Fri, 21 Jun 1996 18:18:33 -0600 From: [email protected] (OneStab) Subject: Society and the @ 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] Fellow gamers, Each day new Role Play areas and options emerge in our Cyberworld. Many I have visited, each has unique appeal and background. However, one structural problem persists in every room, tension between Op and non-Op. The curse of the @... Irrespective of a chat area's setting or philosophy, there is no escaping problems caused by the @ sign. It is plastered before every OP nickname. Problems are not generally caused by the commands nor abuse of them (particularly kick and ban), but the @ sign itself. With Ops, we create a group that, no matter how friendly, just, and helpful, will be perceived as insider, cliquish, superior, even snobbish. Every Net society is instantly comprised "have's" (Ops) and "Have not's" (non Ops). The "have not's" are condemned to envy or patronizing the "have's". As individuals, most will profess such things mean little. As a society, difficulties caused by this division are clear. Feelings are hurt, injustice (perceived or real) is done, persons leave the area. Storylines that aggravate the situation... Two areas in particular attempt to overcome OOC problems of the @ with IC justifications for them. Arangoth (#Blkdragon*Inn) chooses a monarchy with a royal court. The @ sign represents expensive garb and insignias worn by those in medieval authority. While the monarchy does provide structured leadership, a built in complaint window (/msg AngelSin complain complain complain), and relatively rapid response to problems, the government lacks an ability to listen. This is NOT an indictment of AngelSin, she does a wonderful job with BDI. But, it is impossible for her to hear every complaint, respond properly, and alter the inn's policy where necessary. The Queen is also human: mundane life interferes, emotions affect decisions, weariness of troublesome players and attitudes take their toll. So, while a quick resolution to conflicts can be expected in BDI, they are not always consistent. Such is humanity. DragonMyst (DragonMyst*inn) elects another IC route, a Council. The @ denotes members of the ruling body. There are many able to listen. Somewhere an Op with a sympathetic ear to just about any concern will exist. While sympathy may indeed be enough in some cases, the Council lacks an ability to decide. This is NOT an indictment of the Council nor its members. They created an excellent RP area. It is a fact of leadership by committee. Discussion is demanded on every issue, ballots distributed, votes taken and tallied. So, while an available ear may be available in DMI, no resolution should be expected for a time to come. Both systems of government aggravate the line between Op and non-Op by adding IC barriers of authority between Oped player characters and their non-Oped counterparts. The @ sign should be an OOC responsibility: maintain the integrity of the area. Nothing more. Adding IC rationalization immediately, and perhaps justifiably, implies a superiority complex within the ruling body. Breaking the @ barrier... I recently visited VampCafe on the undernet. It was filled with more players than I have ever seen in BDI or DMI (almost as many as the two combined on a good night). Starting as a newbie in this popular area was enlightening. VampCafe did some simple things to aid their success and alleviate the @ problem. One of the Ops noticed I was a new to the area (hint). He immediately DCCed me a copy of VampCafe's fact sheet. This simple file explained the Cafe's genre, accepted behaviors (including policy on OOC chat, accepted language, public displays of affection, fighting, etc.), and the requirements for becoming an @. To my surprise and delight, I was not referred to fumble through a homepage for pertinent information. They supplied everything I needed to know in a quick, easy to read text file. The little paragraph on becoming an Op clearly defined how each Op in the room achieved that status. There was no IC hierarchy (not attached to the @ anyway). All characters were placed according to their IC rank in the Vampyre society. The point is, without knowing a soul, I felt completely at ease in the area on my first visit. I would happily return, and will. There are other solutions to the @ enigma. Level the playing field. Abolish them entirely, or offer them to all liberally. Abolishing Ops (with the exception of a BOT) removes any ability for persons within the chat area to kick and/or ban. This was AOL's approach, most areas were unsupervised. Even when a host was present, I never witnesses a player forcibly removed from a chat area. Perhaps loosing that power is worth the preciptating harmony. Another is a liberal Ops policy. One requiring new players to read a fact sheet, state they understand and will respect it, then granting Ops. This has many advantages. It will encourage players to ASK eachother to behave according to the rules. I am amazed how many refuse to simply voice concerns to others. Most squeel to the Ops to fix the problem that they could easily address themselves with a msg, or an ignore. Another advantage of granting universal Ops is new players will be easily identified. Newbies will have no @ sign. This tips the others to send the fact sheet and welcome the player. In a short while, the player can be Op-ed like the rest. Reducing societal side effects of the @, 5 steps... 1. Encourage ignore. Ops should actively encourage complaining players to ignore the offending character. Ignore power is universal, all have it. Kick's and ban's should be reserved for channel takeovers and constant offenders of area policy. They should not be used to clean the inn of characters they or others simply don't like. 2. Rid the area of IC connections to the @. 3. Provide a fact sheet detailing channel policy, including requirements for Op status. Grant Op status to ALL who meet those requirements. 4. Require Op responsibility. They must be model citizens and guardians of room policy. 5. Include in the fact sheet expected OP behavior. De-Op (even for a time) Ops that fail to perform as the position demands. Conclusions... BDI and DMI may continue slow growth patterns without adopting methods to reduce resentment in their midst between Op and non-Op. However, both will see improved player satisfaction, better relationships with other areas, and increased patronage if an active Op/non-Op relations strategy is enacted. Thanks.. Darren a.k.a. OneStab Date: Fri, 21 Jun 1996 20:22:18 -0400 From: Ash <[email protected]> Subject: Daedil's letter he wrote on Godpcs Well Steve.. I read it when you sent it to me a long while back..and i happen to still have it.. so I will post it and save Angel the time of looking for it etc.... *** NOTE **** This is a direct C&P of it since its a txt file.. i made no changes etc to it..it was written by Steve/Daedil.. :) RandoM ramblings of wisdom And now...its time to discuss a subject that i think that, as unfortunate as it may be, are all aware of...We all know the problem exists, and i cant think of another more annoying subject in free form than that of the infamous...God-type Characters (we shall just call them GodPCs for short...or any other obscenity that you want in my opinion)... We've all seen them (and i wont name any names, not to be polite and secretive, but because the list alone would be longer than the rest of this article)...We all know that there is no stopping them (IC *or* OOC) because, they have no weaknesses... How many of you have been insulted, attacked, or just plain annoyed by someone...So we do the true fantasy world solution and attack (verbally or "physically") the offender, only to have a "generic-i-bought-this-at- a-yard-sale-you-can't-touch-me-talk-to-me-or-do-a-single- thing-to-me-or-any-of-my-decendants-ever" shield? Or perhaps a "ummm...i like...absorbed the attack...yeah, thats it...**stupid grin**"? Or my personaly favorite "*GodPC attacks (insert your nick here) and beheads them and they die." Um...is anyone getting my point so far? Wheres the fun? The imagination? The Role Playing that we came to the inn for in the first place? Now, of course, it *is* a well known fact that noone dies without thier own permission of course...But, what fun is it without a terrible wound that inspires a counter attack? Having your friends rush to your side to aid you in your battle? Or even having one of the inn's beautiful/handsome female/male patrons (which we are also at no loss of...heheh) place their gentle hands upon the bloody gash, healing you and leaving you with that feeling of inner peace? My point is : People...we are here to have fun...play out our fantasies...be the person we can only dream of... So let us put an end to invulnerablities to everything, our indestructable magic shields, our devestating first attacks that kill people so fast that their parents forget about them...And along with this, i propose a few casual RPing rules...nothing to be enforced by the ops or anything, just something that may serve as a guideline, based only on respect for each other... 1) If using something to ward off attacks, therefore being unable to be hit yourself, then it seems only fair that you are not able to attack either...This will equalize you and your opponent, true, but neither of you are able to sustain damage... 2) If you *really* have it set on killing off a certain character, then talk it over with the other person OOC... It may be that the person is looking for a clever way to off the character anyways, and that would be alot more fun than an OOC battle where you and the other person argue about whether or not the hit landed...if the person doesnt want to kill his or her character, then, sorry... About that time, its ready for a reality check, cause thats the way the real world works...Just cause you dont like a person, doesnt mean you can blast them into particles.... 3) If attacking someone, dont define *their* reactions... In my experience, half the fun of a free form fight is getting hit by the other person...Its great to be able to be able to "cry out in pain as the dagger tears into his shoulder", "slam hard against the wall from the blow", or "rolling to the floor to put out the fire caused by the fireball"...Role play! You people are so good at pick-up lines and getting married to people that you have only known for a week, yet you seem to have forgotten that when you get stabbed in the eye with an arrow...IT HURTS! So play out all aspects of the characters life, including the rough parts... Well...there are a few self-guidelines that i think might help solve quite a bit of tension within the Inn... I hope many of you will accept this as a sort of "Code of Free-Forming" because i honestly think that it will not only make it a more pleasurable experience for everyone, but i think you'll have alot more fun too... So...until i have something else to complain about (at least i state and try to solve my problems, eh?)... Royal Jester of Arnagoth, Daedil Shadowhisper *************************************************************** Well Steve i hope that was what you were refering too.. Til next time everyone have a WONDERFUL DAY! :) ~* Ash *~ Date: Fri, 21 Jun 1996 19:45:37 -0500 From: [email protected] (Cullen Stevenson) Subject: Re: FAQ and CalvinBalling >**glares at Connor and pulls out his role of duct tape** >another bad pun like that one and the pun police, ie: me, will be forced to >tape your hands together so you cant type... >**looks over to Simon who was victim of this just days before** > >RandoM uh..but i was serious --- 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, 21 Jun 1996 20:52:34 -0400 From: Merikus Marquisto <[email protected]> Subject: David Troth's Dishonor ((This is a letter from Mirl....she is having some problems with her mail today, and asked me to send ths letter for her....)) -------------- Friends, Aquaintices, and Neither, I would like to post this log to point out a tremendous wrong done to not only myself, but Arielle Amon Marquisto, my daughter, as well. Not only did Lord David Troth have the...uncaringness and nerve to kill himself in front of several people who cared about him, but also did it in front of an eight year old girl who could be permanently damaged by this event. And besides just this, which hurt all involved very much so, he then proceeded to lie to at least two people I know, to clear his reputation, and say that he didn't know Ari was in the room. But how could that be possible, as he smiled at her only seconds before he drew his knife, scaring both Ari and I into thinking he meant to harm her? From what I understand, he is now alive, or undead, again..though I am not sure. Ari is currently in a totally shocked and scared state, which I can not say whether or not she will ever return from, and I myself am not unscarred. I wanted to bring it to the attention of all the wrongs this man has done. Sincerely, Lady Mirl 'Owenelae Sagarath Lune Marquisto *** Topic for #dragonmyst*inn: Sarena says, "YES! I WILL MARRY YOU, THUNDER!!! *** Topic for #dragonmyst*inn set by Sarena on Saturday, June 22, 1996 6:27:55 AM #DragonMyst*inn: Merikus MidKnight Zero` @LadyMirl Arielle LeaLune @Maric *** Signon: ladymirl arielle lealune *** Mode is +n MidKnight: Kick Mid. *** LadyMirl is now known as MirlAFk *** MirlAFk is now known as MirlAFK Merikus walks in, walks over to a table, 'n' sits, taking out some parchment, and a pen. *** Signoff: LeaLune (EOF From client) *** MidKnight is now known as CedKnight *** Signoff: lealune *** Merikus is now known as MerAFK CedKnight: Kick Mid PLeez. *** DavidTrot ([email protected]) has joined channel #DragonMyst*inn *** DaeSandro ([email protected]) has joined channel #DragonMyst*inn *** Zero` is now known as Dakkon` *** Signoff: CedKnight (Read error: 0 (Error 0)) *** Morgiana ([email protected]) has joined channel #dragonmyst*inn *** Signon: onestab *** Signoff: DavidTrot (Leaving) *** DavidTrot ([email protected]) has joined channel #Dragonmyst*Inn *** DavidTrot is now known as LrdTroth *** PottsCE ([email protected]) has joined channel #DragonMyst*Inn LrdTroth smiles to Arielle Dakkon` stands, hugs his afk friend, then heads out of the inn..."Fare well, everyone" LrdTroth takes out a knife *** Dakkon` has left channel #DragonMyst*Inn Morgiana slips in quietly and sits near the fire Morgiana: order MorningThunder Tea PottsCE: Hello? Arielle looks at the knife *** SoftBird ([email protected]) has joined channel #DragonMyst*Inn SoftBird: we laggin Sparky? Arielle clings to Mirl LrdTroth executes an honorable hari kari ((not sure how to spell it :) )) SoftBird: Zero!!!! *** Signoff: PottsCE (Live each day as your last and you'll be broke by noon.) SoftBird: Hmm.. SoftBird: it appears so LrdTroth chokes MerAFK: ((What *is* that?)) MirlAFK slips bak and picks Ari up, frowning *** MirlAFK is now known as LadyMirl Maric: [PottsCE] Quick......Hide the ale......Potts is here LrdTroth dies LadyMirl: <qw> Ari..don't worry..I won't let him hurt ye. *** MerAFK is now known as Merikus Morgiana: Yes so it would seem SoftBird: Drat.. *** Signon: ladymirl LadyMirl: ((Umm...what's a hari kari??)) SoftBird: and Zero is here..and DaeSandro Maric walks to the bar and returns with MorningThunder Tea for Morgiana. Merikus choughs. LrdTroth: ((To everyone: I am commiting suicide. LordTroth will not hurt her. A note will be going out to everyone)) Morgiana: I see that SoftBird: And Ruby..and I cannot talk to any of them!!! LrdTroth: ((Honorable japanese suicide ritual)) SoftBird: Wahhhhhhhh!!!! Merikus jumps up. *** Signoff: LrdTroth (Leaving) Date: Fri, 21 Jun 1996 20:18:48 -0500 From: [email protected] (Raphtontis Archrelar Amon) Subject: Re: Society and the @ >BDI and DMI may continue slow growth patterns without adopting methods to >reduce resentment in their midst between Op and non-Op. However, both will >see improved player satisfaction, better relationships with other areas, and >increased patronage if an active Op/non-Op relations strategy is enacted. This is excellent!! Whether the idea will be implemented, or even successful should it be implemented is not whats great about it, but rather that a problem was presented, and solutions were offered.. Raphtontis Archrelar Amon Co-Commander, Brotherhood of Light Elder councilmember, Mysts of Avalon The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing <Edmund Burke, attributed> Come cast your vote for BDI/DMI Roleplayer of the month at the Lyonsglade Home page www.geocities.com/TimesSquare/4507/ Date: Fri, 21 Jun 1996 21:06:38 -0500 From: [email protected] (Cullen Stevenson) Subject: Re: Society and the @ Wow.. that was so deep and insightful.. that i couldnt read it all =) --- 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, 21 Jun 1996 22:54:30 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Society and the @ One, that was very well said.... id just like to comment that, though im not going to say too too much in response due to the fact that i am currently working on an experiment of my own, that One's points were very well defined.....his ideas that he just pointed out could easily be worked into our everyday life in the inn with little more than a few mails to ops personel, and i think it would solve alot of differences between the ops and the "commoners" as i have heard them refered to in the past.... after readin what he had to say i dont see that there is much elsei can comment on, but i will say that in about two weeks im going to have a killer point of my own to make as soon as i gather all of my data <g> Off to wrack my brain to reinvent the whole scientific method.... StEvE Date: Fri, 21 Jun 1996 22:58:03 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Daedil's letter he wrote on Godpcs Thanks Ash =) yes people, this is my very first of the long line of "complaint" letters i have written....this was my foremost effort in controlling conflicts between RPers in the inn...i hope this will set a few commonly understood "manners" that might help us all live a happy life in the little utopia we call Arangoth...and.....i........*blinkblinkblinks* <qm> waitasec.....since when have i ever wanted peace?? dear gods, what have i done??? **wanders off muttering to himself** RandoM Date: Sat, 22 Jun 1996 00:54:43 -0400 From: Ash <[email protected]> Subject: RSVP for Ball *A note comes in that is written on the back of a page torn from a mages spell book.. The words are printed in the scrawling unsteady hand that could only be a small childs.. * The GOOD man, Daddy says his name is Kylus, ASKED ME to go to the Party .. =) and i saids yes, so we will be there.. Myn FYI: Myn is Kaejo's and Menolly's Daughter.. and she is 4.. and Kylus kinda got roped into this by "Daddy".. >;) and a ebil mun in training! so see ya there folkies! :) As always, me Date: Fri, 21 Jun 1996 22:57:08 -0700 (PDT) From: Sylvia <[email protected]> Subject: *sniff* Goodbyes *sniff* Well, to all of the ladies and gentlemen that I know I send a temporary goodbye. Most of you know that I will be leaving on my road trip on Saturday the 22 of June. And since this is very late on Friday for me, I am writing this note to say a short goodbye before dismantling my computer... So........*HUGS* to all who deserve em! Bye and see ya in a couple weeks! ~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all. Date: Fri, 21 Jun 1996 23:44:28 -0700 From: [email protected] Subject: RSVP to the Ball as well Mitsu smiles as she carefuly writes her note. "Zetser asked me to the ball, and I agreed, so we should both be there. Mitsu" She then seals it and delivers it. Date: Sat, 22 Jun 1996 04:01:05 -0700 From: Quickning <[email protected]> Subject: Re: CalvinBall Role Play an explaination. [email protected] wrote: > > Not that i am a person who doesnt drag things on forever and ever or > anything, but even i think this topic has gone on for too long <g> > StEvE Me Too! Quick Date: Sat, 22 Jun 1996 09:52:21 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: CalvinBall Role Play an explaination. Not that i am a person who doesnt drag things on forever and ever or anything, but even i think this topic has gone on for too long <g> StEvE Date: Sat, 22 Jun 1996 09:44:02 -0500 From: [email protected] (Cullen Stevenson) Subject: Re: CalvinBall Role Play an explaination. Yes but you said that you played your characters weaknesses. If someone casted a truth spell on you, you would speak the truth until it ended. But in CalvinBall, if Hobbes told Calvin he had just ran into the 'out' zone, Calvin would tell him how he was carrying an 'anti-out' flag. --- 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, 22 Jun 1996 12:01:21 -0600 From: [email protected] (OneStab) Subject: Wargame epilog Citizens of Arangoth, I wished to thank all those who participated in the Arangoth Wargames yestereve. Patience was shown by all with the Technical difficulties, in the end it was a successful venture. I appologize to those who wished to participate but arrived either a little late or after the room was closed. Practical concerns make including persons after the war has begun impossible. There are some changes that will be enacted. They are being negociated now with the leaders of Asyr. The following changes are proposed, (any more ideas particularly from the participants will be greatly appreciated) Problem: The battle lasted too long. Solutions: Allow each player to roll 3 dice Two players will attack at a time instead of just one. Hit points will be reduced from 15 to 7. The confusion problems at the beginning of the war were expected as few were familiar with the rules of engagement. Now that some players have experience with the system, I believe the time spent preparing the battles can be reduced. Also, in the future, teams will be divided BEFORE the night of the war (Ie the Asyri Characters vs the Arangoth Characters). That step will be skipped. Again thanks to all, and please feel free offer advise! Warden OneStab First Knight of Arangoth Date: Sat, 22 Jun 1996 12:02:39 -0600 (MDT) From: Stephanie <[email protected]> Subject: Different name..same face Hiyas... Just FYI...my new address is [email protected] do not send any more mail to [email protected] account has been done there for a month but the dorks haven't shut off my mail in Illinois for some reason...anyways it's really nice coming back and seeing those of you I know..and lots of new faces in BDI. :) Tir`Aimee & Rhiannonn's mun "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: Sat, 22 Jun 1996 12:08:19 -0600 (MDT) From: Stephanie <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Wargame epilog Hmmm...how do you sign up? >:) Rhiannonn's mun Date: Sat, 22 Jun 1996 17:34:37 -0400 (EDT) From: Carl Prichard <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Wargame epilog > > > > Citizens of Arangoth, > > I wished to thank all those who participated in the Arangoth Wargames > yestereve. Patience was shown by all with the Technical difficulties, in > the end it was a successful venture. > > I appologize to those who wished to participate but arrived either a little > late or after the room was closed. Practical concerns make including > persons after the war has begun impossible. > > There are some changes that will be enacted. They are being negociated now > with the leaders of Asyr. The following changes are proposed, (any more > ideas particularly from the participants will be greatly appreciated) > > Problem: The battle lasted too long. > > Solutions: Allow each player to roll 3 dice > Two players will attack at a time instead of just one. > Hit points will be reduced from 15 to 7. Well, as many know, me and Deathstkr spar alot... Almost nightly in fact. And we've worked out a bit of a system ourselves and a few others have taken it into consideration and enjoy it a bit. What it entails is the fact that almost every PC in the Inn has some kind of hidden talent. Be it a different form, some rare arcane spell never before seen, a bad temper, a berserker rage... Whatever! And when you want to use this special talent you are allowed to roll 3d20 instead of 2d20. And as with all things good and powerful, there must be a limitation. We've been saying you can use the 3d20 strike at any time you want during the match, but you can only use it *3* times in any given match, after that all rolls are 2d20, no matter how much you want to roll that 3'rd dice :) I am not sure how well this would work in the Wargames but the players can govern themselves and the others. For example, let's say Deathstkr decides to use his famous Corckscrew attack (Typo and all >;) ) and rolls 3d20. Cool, he uses it two more times and later in the fight tries to sneak in that 3rd dice again. The other players can cry "FOUL!" Or whatever one cries when in a heated battle and someone tries to get an extra hit in. Sence they used it a 4th time, and they got caught, any damage they did with that 4th time is put back on them instead of who they struck. This will keep players in line should they forget they used up all 3 of they're Extended Attacks. These Extended attacks should be something bizarre and usual when you use them... Not something like 'Loendal swings his sword at Deathstkr's gut really really hard' Use something like 'With an ancient cry of battle Loendal charges forward and foams at the mouth, slashing, rending, cutting whatever he can get ahold of the berserker rage too fargone to be stopped now' Ya see what I mean? Just an idea from your friendly Neighborhood Dragonlord, Loendal Loendal walks away mumbling "9-5... Ick, I will catch up!" > > The confusion problems at the beginning of the war were expected as few were > familiar with the rules of engagement. Now that some players have > experience with the system, I believe the time spent preparing the battles > can be reduced. > > Also, in the future, teams will be divided BEFORE the night of the war (Ie > the Asyri Characters vs the Arangoth Characters). That step will be skipped. > > Again thanks to all, and please feel free offer advise! > Warden OneStab > First Knight of Arangoth > > Date: Sat, 22 Jun 1996 19:37:33 -0400 From: Keelia Renae MacMillan <[email protected]> Subject: Remembering something... ::grins as she begins to set up her own room in a small shack she bought just inside the Arangoth limits. sits down on her bed and stares down at the blank sheet of paper in front of her. chews on her pencil...as her gaze shifts to the window. makes a face, gets up, closes her black shades blocking all the sun out, and sits back on the bed. picks up a few spell books she lifted off Potts before he left RhyDin and grins. begins to write: Heyas Potts. Whatcha been up to? I think I got somethin' o'yers...and I'm a thinkin' maybe ya got somethin' I want in return fer givin' yer thin's back. I'll hafta think about what I want...but don't worry...I'm sure I'll be thinkin' o'somethin'. And ya can't do none o'that hoccus poccus crap on me...it ain't fair..cuz I ain't got none...but I can get Kerrih to turn ya into a newt. She be likin' ta do that kinda stuff. Anyways...I'll comin' inta the inn there ta see ya when I think o'somethin' good I want. Keelia...the kewlest. ::folds the letter up and heads out the door with it....looking for Kerrih's bird, Lixand so he can deliver it for her:: Date: Sun, 23 Jun 1996 00:09:50 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Remembering something... Random walked through the forest quietly, leaning on a wooden staff and watching the wonderous nature around him....upon hearing a noise, he looks up only to see a bird falling to the ground....with a hurried pace, he runs to the bird and picks it up... "well look, no wonder you fell" he said as he rolled his eyes "someone tied this heavy note to your leg....tsk tsk tsk, such evil to torment an innocent bird..." He unties the note and reads over it without really paying attention to what it said... "Can you believe someone would do this? *sigh* fly away birdie, ill dispose of this trash" and he tosses the bird into the air... With a second glance to the note he throws it over his shoulder, the paper bursting into flames before dissolving to ashes before ever hitting the forest floor... With a wicked smirk, he prods on through the forest and back to the belltower in Arangoth.... (sorry, had to do it...havent role played in days and i needed my fix <eg> if you think i ruined your little note scheme just ignore this mail heheh) RandoM Date: Sun, 23 Jun 1996 00:51:46 -0400 From: Lixand Cardinal <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Remembering something... ::the bright red cardinal tilts his head and looks at Random. chuckles:: Thank you, sir. My boss' stupid cousin uses legal size paper. Tis much easier to carry little notes rolled into a scroll. ::bows his head slightly:: If there's ever anything I can do for you good sir...just let me know. I'm Lixand Cardinal..and I'm at your service. ::the cardinal, who is half bird - half elemental, seems to smile at Random then flies off back to Ivory:: Lixand Cardinal ~*~ Specializing in Eavesdropping and Message Delivery for Kerrinne Kl'ramordan who is Lady of the House of Ivory http://www.geocities.com/timessquare/4834/ Date: Sun, 23 Jun 1996 02:48:43 -0700 From: Quickning <[email protected]> Subject: The 3d20 rule Is that 3d20 rule offical or not. If it is, What happend with it on final strike? Carl Prichard wrote: > > Well, as many know, me and Deathstkr spar alot... Almost nightly in > fact. And we've worked out a bit of a system ourselves and a few others > have taken it into consideration and enjoy it a bit. What it entails is > the fact that almost every PC in the Inn has some kind of hidden talent. > Be it a different form, some rare arcane spell never before seen, a bad > temper, a berserker rage... Whatever! And when you want to use this > special talent you are allowed to roll 3d20 instead of 2d20. And as with > all things good and powerful, there must be a limitation. We've been > saying you can use the 3d20 strike at any time you want during the match, > but you can only use it *3* times in any given match, after that all > rolls are 2d20, no matter how much you want to roll that 3'rd dice :) > > I am not sure how well this would work in the Wargames but the players > can govern themselves and the others. For example, let's say Deathstkr > decides to use his famous Corckscrew attack (Typo and all >;) ) and rolls > 3d20. Cool, he uses it two more times and later in the fight tries to > sneak in that 3rd dice again. The other players can cry "FOUL!" Or > whatever one cries when in a heated battle and someone tries to get an > extra hit in. Sence they used it a 4th time, and they got caught, any > damage they did with that 4th time is put back on them instead of who > they struck. This will keep players in line should they forget they used > up all 3 of they're Extended Attacks. These Extended attacks should be > something bizarre and usual when you use them... Not something like > 'Loendal swings his sword at Deathstkr's gut really really hard' Use > something like 'With an ancient cry of battle Loendal charges forward and > foams at the mouth, slashing, rending, cutting whatever he can get ahold > of the berserker rage too fargone to be stopped now' > > Ya see what I mean? > Just an idea from your friendly Neighborhood Dragonlord, Loendal > > Loendal walks away mumbling "9-5... Ick, I will catch up!" > Quickning Date: Sun, 23 Jun 1996 10:48:57 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Remembering something... Random does a double take on the bird and his batwinged ferret pops its head from his pouch and looks at it, mumbling something about chicken.....As the bir flies away, he thinks that the bird should invest in a nest-top computer and spare itself the pointless carrying around of all those papers <g> RandoM Date: Sun, 23 Jun 1996 12:41:43 -0500 From: Brad Plumb <[email protected]> Subject: Re: FAQ At 09:51 AM 6/21/96 -0400, you wrote: > > > free form is not just a game like we all look at it >now.....its advanced into more of an art form....you actually have to look >for people who have "mastered this art" if you will....im met a few people >that are fun to free form with, but with the surge of people that has hit the >inn as of late, those people are drowned out in the influx.... >so if you want to free form, itll be hard to find someone who will play a >good fight in which you are going to have a good time....but of course, no >matter how good you are, how do you figure out who wins the free form? no >points are kept....you decide whether you hit or miss....how much damage is >done....so who wins? my recommendation for free forming is to mix it with >dice.....play the old dice rules, but make sure you only AIM your hit at the >person and if the dice roll and say you hit, then throw in some nifty effect >you did, or if someone hits you, tell how it knocked you back and sprayed >blood everywhere or something.....draw it out and make it detailed, its still >lots of fun and you still get the air of free form, you challenge creativity >against an opponent, and with the dice, you still get a defined >winner......even if it is all luck..... >StEvE > > I don't however see the use of dice in a plot, as far as free forming goes I stick to it. Dice are just too random, without taking skill into effect. I despise the type of free form you mentioned and have heard me comment on it. As far as good free form battles, Llestran and Rue have had a couple of really epic battles that lasted long over an hour, that was fun. Brad Mun of Silvan/Llestran/Drundis/Zalandros/Langstrom 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, 23 Jun 1996 14:13:49 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: FAQ Yeah brad, i agree that you can free form totally and still have a good time, im just saying that of you are in a spar or a battle and you need a serious winner/loser outcome, the ONLY way to really do it is dice. sure its random, but thats the point....its the ONLY way to sort God PCs from little peasants, and the ONLY way to dictate a winner....and just out of curiosity, why is it you only complain (ie: respond to in a negative manner) to my letters? and i really dont care if you "hate that type of fighting" because no matter how much you hate it, its the only *fair* way to play..... StEvE -- the soon to follow petal and be gone mun Date: Sun, 23 Jun 1996 16:32:09 -0500 (CDT) From: Arianeira <[email protected]> Subject: Re: CalvinBall -one more note and its not really about anything... *snikers* you know, I think some of my PCs [ie Cait] would like calin ball...like in the comic strip...heheh... *mun goes off cracking up about her old comicbooks that she just found...* me Date: Sun, 23 Jun 1996 16:36:44 -0700 (PDT) From: RangerBlue <[email protected]> Subject: Re: The 3d20 rule Cc: Quickning <[email protected]> The problem with a 3d20 concept is one of escalation. You have a mighty power..so why not the next guy. Soon, everyone has their hyperatomic mystical nose hair parter and all combats become the same again. This is intrinsic to free form. As long as one can declare they have some whiz bang power, and not have to actually earn it, they will do so. The next level would be..4d20 for those with extra super power..then maybe 4d30..for those that are additionally snappy dressers. This sort of thing occurred in Rhydin when the so called "guild' dice became common and is still a problem. Conceptually you have an excellent idea, but in execution a lot of thought need be given to it. Good Luck. Blue Date: Sun, 23 Jun 1996 19:57:02 -0500 From: [email protected] (Cullen Stevenson) Subject: Re: The 3d20 rule As long as one can declare they have some whiz bang >power, and not have to actually earn it, they will do so. Connor mouthes the words "CalvinBall," and runs away, covering his head with a pillow, in fear of Steve. --- 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: Sun, 23 Jun 1996 20:56:08 -0500 From: Deanna Miller <[email protected]> Subject: Re: The 3d20 rule The scary thing is the "CalvinBall style" X-Men RPG Julie, Cait, and I made up... It's our own style of tag... <VEG> Now it's popular at the nursery I work at... But they never play it when I'm not there... They always need a ref so much that it is HILARIOUS! <G> -- Rue http://www.io.com/~jimmie/kirsy "Momma? Do you REALLY have to sing this early in the morning?" - Sasami Date: Sun, 23 Jun 1996 21:45:03 -0500 (CDT) From: arianeira <[email protected]> Subject: calvinball and tag and stuff I loved that game..we used to play it every time we spent the night at julie's. we had all these rules. every charecter/different power had something that could be played. that was cool. The only one I remember was the telepathy rule. if a charcter had telepathy, they could yell search and everyone had to yell for 15 seconds...kinda like Marco Polo. the other thing I liked was that we played it in the dark...that was cool too... Random memories from RL...invading this fantasy world...oh well... ME Arianeira de Gwynedd Ard-rian of Keltia, Emperess of the West, Fian and Bandraoi ++++++++==+++++++++ + //----\\//----\\+ + ||oooo//\\oooo||+ + \\==== xx ====//+ + //==== xx === \\+ + ||oooo\\//oooo||+ + \\----//\\----//+ ++++++++==+++++++++ [actually her mun, but hey, that's good too, because if it wasn't, you'd really have to wonder who was writing this...oh well..I'll shut up now....] that's supposed to be a keltic knot....oh well... [*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*] Also the mun of Zoisite, and Caite and Slaine. If you cared. Date: Sun, 23 Jun 1996 22:59:49 -0400 From: Dave Crampton <[email protected]> Subject: Re: The 3d20 rule At 04:36 PM 6/23/96 -0700, you wrote: >The problem with a 3d20 concept is one of escalation. You have a mighty >power..so why not the next guy. Soon, everyone has their hyperatomic >mystical nose hair parter and all combats become the same again. This is >intrinsic to free form. As long as one can declare they have some whiz bang >power, and not have to actually earn it, they will do so. The next level >would be..4d20 for those with extra super power..then maybe 4d30..for those >that are additionally snappy dressers. This sort of thing occurred in Rhydin >Blue > I find a large problem with depending on dice in the first place. If your opponent isn't mature enough to recognize hits and role-play wounds, then they're not worth role-playing or plotting with. 'Nuff said. -- 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: Sun, 23 Jun 1996 23:45:12 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: The 3d20 rule **StEvE looks around frantically for Connor, a roll of duct tape in one hand and his Pun-just-flopped 3000 in the other** come on out Connor! you know you cant hide from the long duct tape of justice!!!! **continues the search, walking right past Connor and his pillow because he is an active believer that if you cant see them, they cant see you** Date: Sun, 23 Jun 1996 23:51:22 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: The 3d20 rule i agree with the all mighty, once God of God PC's, Dave....he has a point...if the person you are playing against is too lame for your standards, then why the hell fight them? i am as guilty as the next person on not giving up due to the fact that you want to beat them even more cause they cant RP, but lately whenever ive been encountered with this problem, i just told them they were a lame fifth gen wannabe (yes, not even a fifth gen) and that id give em another shot in about a month or so... sure it makes you sound like you think you are better than them, but admit it, alot of times we are <g> RandoM -- the soon to be home... Date: Mon, 24 Jun 1996 14:13:00 -0500 From: [email protected] (Cullen Stevenson) Subject: Re: The 3d20 rule *Connor watches as Steve walks past him, then comes out from under the pillow, wielding his Wiffle Bat of Truth. He walks up behind Steve, and beats him over the head with it, disarming Steve of his duct tape.* --- 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, 24 Jun 1996 16:23:32 -0500 (CDT) From: arianeira <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Descriptions of attire Descriptions of Attire...oh, I'm going to have fun with this! *mun grins...* -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=- =-=-=-=-=-= ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^000000^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ^^^^^^^^^^ -=-=--=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= -=-=-=-=-=- Arianeira looked at the dress laid out on her bed. It was her family's colors and not as new as she would have wished, but there was a war on at home and it was silly to bother about a thing like a ball dress. THe skirt and top layer of bodice were the same dark green as the ground of her family's crest which was embroidered on the front. Under the heavy top layer was a closefitting blouse of cream, cut out at the shoulders. Layers of seinna brown and her favorite greyish blue formed accents to the skirt. She picked up the dress and tried it on. Staring in the mirror, she frowned. Where had those marks on her shoulders come from... Ari walked over to the washstand and, taking the rag that sat folded by the side, attempted to wash off the spectacular gold marks. They didn't wash off. She sighed and tried again, this time using a rather inordinate amount of soap. Still no luck. She walked back in front of the mirror and sighed. The marks showed quite visibly. covering them with makeup was out of the question, both ran nearly half the length of her upper arm. She looked in the mirror again. They didn't look really bad, just odd, she told herself. In truth, they were actually quite striking, catching the gold embroidery in the hem and edges of the green overdress. Ari sighed, and changed back into her everyday clothes. The dress would be fine. And this wasn't the time to try and have another sent from home. Arianeira Aiobhell de Gwynedd Ard-rian of Keltia, Emperess of the West, Fian and Bandraoi ++++++++==+++++++++ + //----\\//----\\+ + ||oooo//\\oooo||+ + \\==== xx ====//+ + //==== xx === \\+ + ||oooo\\//oooo||+ + \\----//\\----//+ ++++++++==+++++++++ [actually her mun, but hey, that's good too, because if it wasn't, you'd really have to wonder who was writing this...oh well..I'll shut up now....] that's supposed to be a keltic knot....oh well... [*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*] "WHen something's going wrong, inside of you Burdens bearing down and seeping through. Well, I don't want to bleed anymore for you ANd I don't want to breed any hatred too." Just watching while your world, it just floats around ANd now you've got to leave, 'cause it's crashing down. Well I don't want to sing you guarentees ANd I don't wanna cling to our use-to-bes. So get your heart, just get your soul, just get yourself on out of here! Just take your hurt, just take your pain, just get yourself on out of here! Wasting time! that's all you do if your waiting for me! Wasting time! I don't see what you think I see! Wasting time! That's all you do if you're waiting for me! Wasting Time! I don't want what you think of me!" -Collective soul, "wasting time", hints, allegations and things left unsaid Date: Mon, 24 Jun 1996 16:23:50 -0500 (CDT) From: arianeira <[email protected]> Subject: Keltia story For all those little nitpicky detail people who noticed that my Keltia story never got finished...well..um...*Sticks her tongue out at 'em*..yeah! That's it! actually, my e-mail has been kind of screwed up, and it 'ate' the last three parts..so..um..here's a summery cuz I am NOT typing those again..they were long...<sheesH! mun complians about dallas weather and the sun coming in her windows....> SUMMARY PART 4? 5? whatever The last bit was the alarms going off..well..um...ari and darinmar get sent back to arangoth with out doing anything, so that's where the story ends. next part Ari and darinmar get back and discover they've been followed. they get ready to fight what ever it is that's been following them and then discover it's ari's sister-in-law Slaine. she tells then that a gate has been set up between keltia and arangoth and that they will be able to get news from Keltia now. next part Gwydion follows slaine, his wife through. that's it. that's all there is to that story...thank you. ME Arianeira Aiobhell de Gwynedd Ard-rian of Keltia, Emperess of the West, Fian and Bandraoi ++++++++==+++++++++ + //----\\//----\\+ + ||oooo//\\oooo||+ + \\==== xx ====//+ + //==== xx === \\+ + ||oooo\\//oooo||+ + \\----//\\----//+ ++++++++==+++++++++ [actually her mun, but hey, that's good too, because if it wasn't, you'd really have to wonder who was writing this...oh well..I'll shut up now....] that's supposed to be a keltic knot....oh well... [*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*] "WHen something's going wrong, inside of you Burdens bearing down and seeping through. Well, I don't want to bleed anymore for you ANd I don't want to breed any hatred too." Just watching while your world, it just floats around ANd now you've got to leave, 'cause it's crashing down. Well I don't want to sing you guarentees ANd I don't wanna cling to our use-to-bes. So get your heart, just get your soul, just get yourself on out of here! Just take your hurt, just take your pain, just get yourself on out of here! Wasting time! that's all you do if your waiting for me! Wasting time! I don't see what you think I see! Wasting time! That's all you do if you're waiting for me! Wasting Time! I don't want what you think of me!" -Collective soul, "wasting time", hints, allegations and things left unsaid Date: Mon, 24 Jun 1996 18:09:42 -0500 From: Kirsten Miller <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Descriptions of attire > Staring in the mirror, she frowned. Where had those marks on her > shoulders come from... Ari walked over to the washstand and, taking the rag > that sat folded by the side, attempted to wash off the spectacular gold > marks. Sorry to do this to you, Cait... But.... The marks wouldn't be gold.... <VBG> Either red, blue, or they would be black - like burns... Those marks aren't glamourous... And they aren't supposed to be... All they will do is their job. In matter of a fact, I wouldn't be surprised if she really freaked out at them... Another thing, Cait. You realize that your sig is getting to be nearly as long as Adam's? <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/ "If you get to be the Queen of Chaos, I get to be the Princess of Pointlessness!" - Cait Date: Mon, 24 Jun 1996 20:16:10 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Parched Death Coming... DragonTayl watched them as they came. It was a slow migration, inexorable like a behemoth� creeping, creeping. He couldn�t make them out, their composition decidedly other-planer, but they were coming nonetheless, and they were destructive. Without a better name for them, he called them arbitrarily, the Water Leeches. He�d not figured out how to combat them, how to exterminate them� and they were coming. Soaring high over what had been fertile farmland and swamps west of Arangoth, DragonTayl�s glowing azure eyes scanned the desolate desert - dry sand shifting and blowing easily in the light breeze. Carcasses picked clean by their voracious appetites littered the desert, more powerful winds already etching the white surfaces with what sand was now readily available. The occasional oasis protected by some incredible magician�s power stretched no more than a quarter mile in diameter, hardly enough for a few clustered buildings, and even those dried up now where magic could not provide them with a water supply. Wheeling over the desert he set his course for Arangoth and the Black Dragon Inn. He estimated there were maybe 10 days before the nearly invisible hoard began to attach to any moisture and suck it dry. The question was, would anybody listen? Were there brave souls out there willing to risk the ragged edge of death to discover just what these things might be, how to defend against them? He hurried his pace, wings beating powerfully to carry him ahead of the invisible, crawling death. Lord Strider DragonTayl (Tayl in IRC) Deputy Guild Master of the Dark Hunters Guardian of the Order of Travelers Warden of Loreil Date: Mon, 24 Jun 1996 20:34:49 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Connor vs. RandoM's Mundane StEvE is whacked over the head and pitches forward, pulling out God PC #539-09-738 and turns without a word and gives Connor the Wedgie of Justice and hangs him from atop a door by the elastic of his undies and takes away his bat to teach him a good lesson.... Date: Mon, 24 Jun 1996 19:47:12 -0500 From: Kirsten Miller <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Connor vs. RandoM's Mundane (And Rue's too) *Suddenly pulls out her $6 program that Kaejo forced her to carry and starts beatin' Steve upon the head with it, luring him away from Conner's mun. -- 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: Mon, 24 Jun 1996 20:09:07 -0500 (CDT) From: arianeira <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Descriptions of attire At 06:09 PM 6/24/96 -0500, you wrote: > > >> Staring in the mirror, she frowned. Where had those marks on her >> shoulders come from... Ari walked over to the washstand and, taking the rag >> that sat folded by the side, attempted to wash off the spectacular gold >> marks. > > Sorry to do this to you, Cait... But.... The marks wouldn't be gold.... <VBG> >Either red, blue, or they would be black - like burns... Those marks aren't >glamourous... And they aren't supposed to be... All they will do is their job. In matter >of a fact, I wouldn't be surprised if she really freaked out at them... > > Another thing, Cait. You realize that your sig is getting to be nearly as long >as Adam's? <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/ > >"If you get to be the Queen of Chaos, I get to be the Princess of Pointlessness!" - Cait > >Oh fine. I wanted them to be gold. you're mean!!! *runs off and wails like serena* okay, then they're blue. And I like my sig Arianeira Aiobhell de Gwynedd Ard-rian of Keltia, Emperess of the West, Fian and Bandraoi ++++++++==+++++++++ + //----\\//----\\+ + ||oooo//\\oooo||+ + \\==== xx ====//+ + //==== xx === \\+ + ||oooo\\//oooo||+ + \\----//\\----//+ ++++++++==+++++++++ [actually her mun, but hey, that's good too, because if it wasn't, you'd really have to wonder who was writing this...oh well..I'll shut up now....] that's supposed to be a keltic knot....oh well... [*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*] "WHen something's going wrong, inside of you Burdens bearing down and seeping through. Well, I don't want to bleed anymore for you ANd I don't want to breed any hatred too." Just watching while your world, it just floats around ANd now you've got to leave, 'cause it's crashing down. Well I don't want to sing you guarentees ANd I don't wanna cling to our use-to-bes. So get your heart, just get your soul, just get yourself on out of here! Just take your hurt, just take your pain, just get yourself on out of here! Wasting time! that's all you do if your waiting for me! Wasting time! I don't see what you think I see! Wasting time! That's all you do if you're waiting for me! Wasting Time! I don't want what you think of me!" -Collective soul, "wasting time", hints, allegations and things left unsaid Date: Mon, 24 Jun 1996 20:54:54 -0500 From: [email protected] (Cullen Stevenson) Subject: Re: Connor vs. RandoM's Mundane Connor hangs on the door, swining back and force above Steve. Suddenly, he notices Steve's immense bald spot. He then unsheathes the Magic Marker of Supreme Righeousness and draws a big sad clown face on his shiny dome. --- 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, 24 Jun 1996 23:13:09 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Descriptions of attire Correction : her sig now rivals Adams i believe.... **slips off his pun police cap and slips on a sig security one** now.. **smacks his patented mIRC trout that comes standard on any mIRC package into his hand** who has the sig ruler this time? RandoM Date: Mon, 24 Jun 1996 23:18:17 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Connor vs. RandoM's Mundane StEvE feels something on his head and reaches up and pulls off the latex fake bald piece (what the hell do you call those things??) from his head and looks to the new face on it... "hey! i forgot to take this thing off from the time i was impersonating Roo after i ripped off her hair!" He then gets thwacked across his noggin several times by the infamous program and chases after Roo with a Sailor Moon tear hanging like a fragging fish from the corner of his eye.... RandoM Date: Mon, 24 Jun 1996 22:44:20 -0500 (CDT) From: arianeira <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Descriptions of attire >Correction : >her sig now rivals Adams i believe.... >**slips off his pun police cap and slips on a sig security one** > >now.. **smacks his patented mIRC trout that comes standard on any mIRC >package into his hand** who has the sig ruler this time? I like my sig...be nice or it gets longer... <BEZG> <BIG EVIL ZOISITE GRIN> me Arianeira Aiobhell de Gwynedd Ard-rian of Keltia, Emperess of the West, Fian and Bandraoi ++++++++==+++++++++ + //----\\//----\\+ + ||oooo//\\oooo||+ + \\==== xx ====//+ + //==== xx === \\+ + ||oooo\\//oooo||+ + \\----//\\----//+ ++++++++==+++++++++ [actually her mun, but hey, that's good too, because if it wasn't, you'd really have to wonder who was writing this...oh well..I'll shut up now....] that's supposed to be a keltic knot....oh well... [*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*] "WHen something's going wrong, inside of you Burdens bearing down and seeping through. Well, I don't want to bleed anymore for you ANd I don't want to breed any hatred too." Just watching while your world, it just floats around ANd now you've got to leave, 'cause it's crashing down. Well I don't want to sing you guarentees ANd I don't wanna cling to our use-to-bes. So get your heart, just get your soul, just get yourself on out of here! Just take your hurt, just take your pain, just get yourself on out of here! Wasting time! that's all you do if your waiting for me! Wasting time! I don't see what you think I see! Wasting time! That's all you do if you're waiting for me! Wasting Time! I don't want what you think of me!" -Collective soul, "wasting time", hints, allegations and things left unsaid "Blue winds rolling, visions in my mind. ANd a strange voice calling, journey's at an end, journey's at an end!" -Clannad, "Journey's End" macella, 1983? Date: Mon, 24 Jun 1996 23:42:17 -0500 From: [email protected] (Cullen Stevenson) Subject: Re: Connor vs. RandoM's Mundane Connor disengages himself from the door, and walks towards the busied Steve, unnoticed. He hefts the AK-47 Assault Rifle of Death. He puts the gun to Steve's head, and pulls the trigger. --- 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, 25 Jun 1996 09:30:00 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Descriptions of attire **tries not to burst into uncontrolled laughter** now.....havent we all been taught by now that, it isnt the size that matters but how you use it? <g> StEvE Date: Tue, 25 Jun 1996 09:34:55 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Connor vs. RandoM's Mundane StEvE's head jerks to the side as the Russian assault rifle fires several bursts into the side of his head, removing the gray matter from his cortex and replacing it, along with a pint of blood, along the wall on his side....he slumps over into the floor and bleeds heavily on the nice carpet, still unmoving... (what, you expect me to get out of that some way?) StEvE Date: Tue, 25 Jun 1996 10:08:43 -0500 (CDT) From: arianeira <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Descriptions of attire besides...she's already had three days...she knows the marks are there and has known for a few days. Ari has already done all the freaking out about it that she's going to do<G> ME Authour of the second sig of magnitude > Arianeira Aiobhell de Gwynedd Ard-rian of Keltia, Emperess of the West, Fian and Bandraoi ++++++++==+++++++++ + //----\\//----\\+ + ||oooo//\\oooo||+ + \\==== xx ====//+ + //==== xx === \\+ + ||oooo\\//oooo||+ + \\----//\\----//+ ++++++++==+++++++++ [actually her mun, but hey, that's good too, because if it wasn't, you'd really have to wonder who was writing this...oh well..I'll shut up now....] that's supposed to be a keltic knot....oh well... [*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*] "WHen something's going wrong, inside of you Burdens bearing down and seeping through. Well, I don't want to bleed anymore for you ANd I don't want to breed any hatred too." Just watching while your world, it just floats around ANd now you've got to leave, 'cause it's crashing down. Well I don't want to sing you guarentees ANd I don't wanna cling to our use-to-bes. So get your heart, just get your soul, just get yourself on out of here! Just take your hurt, just take your pain, just get yourself on out of here! Wasting time! that's all you do if your waiting for me! Wasting time! I don't see what you think I see! Wasting time! That's all you do if you're waiting for me! Wasting Time! I don't want what you think of me!" -Collective soul, "wasting time", hints, allegations and things left unsaid "Blue winds rolling, visions in my mind. ANd a strange voice calling, journey's at an end, journey's at an end!" -Clannad, "Journey's End" macella, 1983? Date: Tue, 25 Jun 1996 09:55:39 -0700 From: Quickning <[email protected]> Subject: [Fwd: A Wizards Point of Veiw] Samuel Lee Cotrell Jr. wrote: > > > > > While working on a special spell for a pretty lady that has caught > his attention, he suddenly looks up as a bell chimes in his mind. He > mutters to himself, "What is she doing here?" The wizard hurries over to > his scrying mirror and invokes her image. In the mirror can be seen a > beautiful woman in a dark cloak. "She's up to no good as usual" he says. > The woman takes off her cloak, revealing a very nice courtly dress. Its > then he notices the fire lizard at her feet as he disappears with her cloak. > >> > > "What is she up to at the castle, and to even think of getting that > nice drake involved, if she gets him into trouble...!" he says as he watches > her pass a guard. "If she gets caught on the palace grounds she'll be in > hot water for sure." he says to himself. But the guard lets her pass safely > after winking, having seen her beautiful figure "Hehe can't blame the lad, > she has the same effect on me." "Now what?, she looks like she's lost...she > must not have studied the layout of the castle that well." he says while > watching her wonder around the castle. > >> > > Finally she comes across a lone page boy and she asks him the way to the > museum. "Ah! so that's where she is headed." Still she manages to take a > wrong turn and is headed straight for the royal wing. "I had better do > something before she gets caught." he says as he starts casting a spell of > illusion on himself. He then teleports himself to the palace, coming out of > a room behind her. "You there! What are you doing?" he says, mentally he > thinks to himself, "I wonder what she'll come up with now." She stammers > thinking that she has been undone. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you." he > said as he smiles. "I gather you want to see the museum. Well you took a > wrong turn, but don't worry tis' a common mistake." (I wonder if she will > see through this illusion) He holds out his arm for her "Well are you > coming?" She nods and takes his arm. She says "Lead on m'lord. He keeps > up his disguise, telling her about the history of Arangoth, which he has > recently read in a book. > >> > > They reach the museum and he continues to speak of history even as he > notices her attention waiver for a second as they pass a jeweled dagger. He > starts droning on about a minor noble house, which he read about last night. > Seeing her smile he cannot resist flirting with her a little dalliance. To > his surprise she actually blushed and nodded yes. (Should I be jealous?) he > thinks to himself. She indicates she is ready to leave the museum and talks > of courtly nonsense, such as who is who and who they were with, ect... > >> > > She smiles again (the drake must have the dagger) the wizard thinks to > himself. Finally they make it to the door, she curtsies and takes her > leave, promising to be back later. Mentally shaking his head (will she be > back?) He then turns around closing the door, then checks to make sure no > one is around and teleports back into his room at the inn. Dispelling the > illusion he goes to the mirror and conjures her image. > >> > > He watches her leave the palace grounds and enter the forest. She changes > forms and then says "Not just anyone can break into the palace in broad > daylight...you've got to be Quick." The wizard chuckles to himself. Later, > back at the Blackdragon Inn he is waiting as she arrives "Hello my love." as > he kisses her and offers her a chair. "How was your day, dear?" he says > with a grin................................The end....for now! > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> By Brightsun and Mun Date: Tue, 25 Jun 1996 10:28:09 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Greetings all..a little note.. Greetings citizens of Arangoth and visitors.. Just a note to let you all know that I will be updating bios and Yellow pages this week..had a bit of a problem with email (AGAIN!!)) ARGH!! and will be getting to it all..also I have decided to start a Town meeting so to speak.. It will be scheduled say once a month where all are invited to speak before the court and council ((Grand Council that will be announced soon)) in this forum all will be allowed to speak thier minds,views,complaints etc. This way I will be there ONLY to listen to peoples oppinions etc. We will take in everything we here and take in any suggestions etc. and possibly make changes to better our community. I will be naming those on the Grand Coucil soon..probably by the end of the week.. Thank you all for your patience with the bio's and yellow pages..I will see you all soon.. Thank you, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her Royal Majesty | AngelSin | Queen of Arangoth | @---}---}--------- | --------------------------------- | http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm | Official Web Site for the #BLKDRAGON*Inn!! | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Date: Tue, 25 Jun 1996 12:45:05 -0500 From: Kirsten Miller <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Descriptions of attire Well, if it gets longer, I'll just delete your letters before I even look at 'em. -- 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, 25 Jun 1996 12:48:10 -0500 (CDT) From: arianeira <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Descriptions of attire At 12:45 PM 6/25/96 -0500, you wrote: > > >Well, if it gets longer, I'll just delete your letters before I >even look at 'em. > >-- >Rue >http://www.io.com/~jimmie/kirsy/home.html > >Keep Sailor Moon alive!! SOS(Support our Sailors)!! >http://looney.physics.sunysb.edu/~daffy/sos/ > >*Starts wailing like serena, then stops after a second* doesn't it worry anyone else that this is my respnose to everything? <BG> me you don't have to read the sig, it's just there Arianeira Aiobhell de Gwynedd Ard-rian of Keltia, Emperess of the West, Fian and Bandraoi ++++++++==+++++++++ + //----\\//----\\+ + ||oooo//\\oooo||+ + \\==== xx ====//+ + //==== xx === \\+ + ||oooo\\//oooo||+ + \\----//\\----//+ ++++++++==+++++++++ [actually her mun, but hey, that's good too, because if it wasn't, you'd really have to wonder who was writing this...oh well..I'll shut up now....] that's supposed to be a keltic knot....oh well... [*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*] "WHen something's going wrong, inside of you Burdens bearing down and seeping through. Well, I don't want to bleed anymore for you ANd I don't want to breed any hatred too." Just watching while your world, it just floats around ANd now you've got to leave, 'cause it's crashing down. Well I don't want to sing you guarentees ANd I don't wanna cling to our use-to-bes. So get your heart, just get your soul, just get yourself on out of here! Just take your hurt, just take your pain, just get yourself on out of here! Wasting time! that's all you do if your waiting for me! Wasting time! I don't see what you think I see! Wasting time! That's all you do if you're waiting for me! Wasting Time! I don't want what you think of me!" -Collective soul, "wasting time", hints, allegations and things left unsaid "Blue winds rolling, visions in my mind. ANd a strange voice calling, journey's at an end, journey's at an end!" -Clannad, "Journey's End" macella, 1983? Date: Tue, 25 Jun 1996 10:56:45 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: POSTINGS - IMPORTANT READ Hi.. Ok check it out..Let us PLEASE drop the description string..that topic is ONLY to be used on the 27th and 28th of June..for the Royal Ball. and all this back and forth posting isn't needed.. The idea is to NOT have huge macro's the night of the ball, so either the day before ((for those of you that it takes awhile for your notes to get to this mailing list)) or the day OF the ball post your description of what you are wearing to the ball.. in the subject line put Evening's Attire. and NOTHING else..so that those of us that may be setting up a SPECIAL mailbox just for the descriptions of people's outfits can simply transfer them over and not have to sift thru stuff.. Thank you for your attention in this matter, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her Royal Majesty | AngelSin | Queen of Arangoth | @---}---}--------- | --------------------------------- | http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm | Official Web Site for the #BLKDRAGON*Inn!! | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Date: Tue, 25 Jun 1996 13:06:37 -0500 (CDT) From: arianeira <[email protected]> Subject: Re: POSTINGS - IMPORTANT READ oops....sorry. me I won't even put my sig on here.. ari's contrite mun and i'll copy that if i'm not putting the really long sig on here... > > Date: Tue, 25 Jun 1996 16:30:30 -0400 (EDT) From: Jada Wyrthshire <[email protected]> Subject: Re: FAQ At 02:13 PM 6/23/96 -0400, you wrote: > Yeah brad, i agree that you can free form totally and still have a good >time, im just saying that of you are in a spar or a battle and you need a >serious winner/loser outcome, the ONLY way to really do it is dice. sure its >random, but thats the point....its the ONLY way to sort God PCs from little >peasants, and the ONLY way to dictate a winner....and just out of curiosity, >why is it you only complain (ie: respond to in a negative manner) to my >letters? and i really dont care if you "hate that type of fighting" because >no matter how much you hate it, its the only *fair* way to play..... > StEvE -- the soon to follow petal and be gone mun > > Look, not to nitpick, but can you please send replies like this just to the person?! I joined this mailing list to get information about Arangoth and its characters, not read little zingers that two people choose to send back and forth. With receiving 31 messages in one day from the mailing list, it's a bit of an annoyance to see that over a third are one lines replies to something someone else sent out that all of us do not need to read. Thanks. The mundane Date: Tue, 25 Jun 1996 16:30:32 -0400 (EDT) From: Jada Wyrthshire <[email protected]> Subject: Re: ANNOUNCING... ~RSVP~ It gives me great pleasure to announce that I shall be attending the Ball with Lucien Dumas, since he asked and everything. Date: Tue, 25 Jun 1996 13:46:23 -0700 (PDT) From: RangerBlue <[email protected]> Subject: Re: ANNOUNCING... Cc: [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected]@panix.com, [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] :::"Thank you, Agnes," said the Soverain of Loreil to her maid. "I think that's all we need do at present." The maid nodded and went quietly out the door as Wrynnet stood looking at the two outfits laid out on the bed before her--the dress uniform of a Warden, freshly sponged and pressed, and a summer ball gown spread out next to it. Her dark blue eyes turned to the uniform first, making certain that every detail had been attended to. She looked at the black tunic, with its gold embroidered design meeting at the throat; the plain black trousers; the dress boots polished and shining. Because it was a royal ball, her husband would be wearing a diagonal blue satin sash on which to pin his diamond Star of Loreil. Otherwise, in the Warden way, the uniform was fairly plain compared to the dress uniforms of other armies or orders. Her own dress was a rich cream color, the bodice embroidered with seed pearls in a pattern that exactly matched the tunic design of her husband's dress uniform. The waist was fitted, and the airy silk fanned out into a long, full skirt. The hem was embroidered with seed pearls as well, the weight of which would make the skirt swing gracefully while she danced. The sleeves were full cap sleeves, and she would wear elbow-length white kid gloves. Wrynnet sighed as she thought of the bane of balls--the continuous buttoning and unbuttoning of those gloves, as they needed to be removed for the receiving line, replaced for dancing, removed for dining, replaced again for leave- taking. She lightly touched the wrist-length kid gloves her husband would wear with his uniform, and felt that there was no justice concerning the convenience of clothing between the genders. Her own blue satin sash and diamond Star of Loreil lay diagonally across the bodice of the dress. She looked out the window thoughtfully, thinking of that captured land, held by the Asyri, which her husband RangerBlue would someday free. "And on that day," she said softly to herself, "we will dance again; we will dance because our hearts as well as our feet are light." � Date: Tue, 25 Jun 1996 21:38:04 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: Re: all the many thousands of messages Yes Wolf, I monitor these msg's..and when it is needed tell those to please stop what they are doing etc. Though I don't process the emails before they go out..((That would take all day and be quite annoying to me)) I do and have made several suggestions to people that help the list..if you think this is bad..we were averaging 50 emails a day plus.. it's gotten better....My policy is if someone is doing something wrong on the list I send out a mass mailing to let everyone know the guidelines (AGAIN) and if that doesn't work I Private email..and if that doesn't work I just dump them off the list....so far I've only had to dump one person for not following the rules and would really hate to have to do it again... I think lately it hasn't really been that bad... Everyone here on the list SHOULD know that to THINK before you post a msg out to the list..remember it is going out to 75 people.. I have stated this about oh.. 7 times now on this list... so I think it's sinking in.. It IS a mailing list don't forget..and we cannot expect everyone to be "PERFECT" but I hope all on the list do take a look at complaints, comments, suggestions etc and that may help them in their postings Thanks..everyone have a good night> **************************************************************************** ***************************** 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 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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: Tue, 25 Jun 1996 14:46:35 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: Nick Rules *Sigh* Hate to do this..but new rule on Nicknames..at least if your gonna hang out in the BDI.. No sexually explicit names ie , PORN,SUCKME,F*me,Etc.. No Racist nick names ie , well you know NO ABSOLUTLY NO taking someone elses nickname unless they ok it..now I realize there are alot of COMMON names so that you'll have to deal with but if someone tries to take someone's nick that they KNOW is on the BDI you will be kicked etc.... Like MY name for instance "ANGELSIN" there is NO other reference to it..it is NOT common and I made it up so NO ONE could possibly accidently use it...you get the idea. OPS and AFK... IF your an Op and going AFK for more than 20 minutes I'de rather you log off.. when something happens and we need to clear the room to regain ops or your the only one left with ops we are all screwed cause your not at your keyboard.. So to make it easier if your going to be afk for more than 20 min just log off or out of the channel.. Thanks all ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her Royal Majesty | AngelSin | Queen of Arangoth | @---}---}--------- | --------------------------------- | http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm | Official Web Site for the #BLKDRAGON*Inn!! | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Date: Tue, 25 Jun 1996 17:50:17 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Descriptions of attire you know, RUE-TAE-baga has a point....if you know your sig is getting a bit annoying, then why not trim it down? RandoM Date: Tue, 25 Jun 1996 20:42:36 -0500 From: [email protected] (Cullen Stevenson) Subject: Re: Connor vs. RandoM's Mundane Connor stands over Steves body, with a shocked look on his face. The assault rifle clatters to the ground. Connor begins clawing at his face, shouting, "Steve!! My brother!!!! Why!?!?!?!!" He falls into a fetal position, sobbing uncontrollably. After calming himself down, he steals Steve's wallet and leaves. --- 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, 25 Jun 1996 22:53:32 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: re re re re FAQ Actually, not to start another arguement, but i think what we were speaking of is entirely relevant to ALL people of the list...i think a topic like this SHOULD be put on here because it deals with everyone, not just Silvan and i....most of the populace within Arangoth spars and i think that we should let everyone have a chance to speak what they think of the rules.... so NAAAAH...heheheh RandoM Date: Tue, 25 Jun 1996 22:55:52 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: The End of Re: Connor vs. RandoM's Mundane StEvE sits up and watches as connor walks off with his own wallet, which he had taken from Connors pants when he hung him up on the door.... "you know connor, if you didnt play an Immortal PC who wasnt of your own devisings, i seriously think we could be more character Compatable...." And with this StEvE walks away into the....well....damn....its late.....ok...so i walk off into the moonlight or somethign.... StEvE Date: Tue, 25 Jun 1996 21:01:50 -0600 From: [email protected] (Xandur) Subject: NETWARS: Cc: [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected] Friends, Thanks again for the participation in the Arangoth Wargames and all the suggestions. Included are the updated rules.. For those of you familiar with them, here are the changes: 1. All players roll 3d20 for attack, always. Any weapons are permitted. 2. No Captains. 3. Two players attack at a time instead of one, to speed play. 4. 7 hit points used instead of 15. 5. A player is captured if (s)he flees with 2 hit points or less. 6. The TARGET of an attack must be named at the beginning of the attack.. Example- A5-Lysir> ::X-4Target:: Swings her katana... A5-Lysir> 3d20 Etc.... 7. Rules for single combat are included (for those who can't get enough on NETWAR days.. :D ) Thank you all again.. watch your boxes.. the first battle of the "real" war will come this weekend! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Asyr/Arangoth War Rules: I. Single Combat A. Soldiers from Arangoth and Asyr may engage in single combat. B. The duels must be proctored and the results mailed to the War leaders of both sides. (AngelSin and Xandur) C. Single combat will have no direct influence story-line, although outcomes may affect details (i.e. Zantoth taking Lysira prisoner.) II. NETWAR. A. NETWAR is a massive battle involving several warriors from each side. B. Prosecuting NETWAR. 1. All participants MUST be in #BLKDRAGON*NETWAR by the appointed start time. 2. Each individual's nickname must reflect the army he/she represents and the number of current hit points. (i.e. Lysira would be altered to A-7Lysir. Denoting her affiliation with AngelSin and seven hit points at the beginning of the NETWAR.) 3. At the start time, all present will be oped, the channel moderated, a dice BOT invited, and the war begins. 4. Beginning with the first name on the room list and proceeding in order, each character declares a move, a target in colons at the beginning of the attack, and rolls 3d20. Standard scoring (15+, 1 hit, 20 = 2 hits) applies. EXAMPLE: <A5-Rue> ::Zant:: Swipes her blades, lunging <A5-Rue> 3d20 <noppa> A5-Rue's 2d20: 4 16 15 *** X7-Zant is now known as X5-Zant <A4-Silvn> ::Rhian:: Fires an arrow etc.... 5. Individual Rights, Restrictions, Attacks, and Damage a. No single character may be attacked more than twice in a single turn. (A turn begins with the first character on the name list's attack, it ends with the last name's attack.) b. A character may retreat at any time. If the character has 3 or more hit points, he/she escaped and no penalties apply. c. If a character exits battle with 2 or fewer points, he/she is considered captured and a POW. d. At 0 hit points, a character is killed. RP resurrection is the an option of the mundane, but the character cannot further participate in the Asyri/Arangoth NETWAR. e. All attacks are considered simultaneous in the turn, retreats, captures, and deaths are scored by the arbiter at the END of a turn. 6. Arbiter. a. Each NETWAR will have at least one arbiter. b. The arbiter will op the participants and moderate the channel. c. He/She ensures all scoring is done correctly. d. He/She will count rounds and make rulings on the Punt/Lag/Split section below. e. When one side has lost, the Arbiter declares the victor and un-moderates the channel. C. Winning the NETWAR 1. When more than HALF the initial number of players on a side are eliminated by capture, retreat, or death, the war is over. The team with more than 50% of its forces is victorious. 2. If the Captain retreats of is killed, the war is lost. 3. If both sides fall below 50% simultaneously, the war continues until a captain retreats or is killed. D. POW's 1. Prisoners cannot participate in individual battles with members of the opposing army nor NETWAR until released. 2. POW's are not forced to stay locked in a cell, they may continue playing normally with the above exception if they choose. 3. The Captains may barter POW's or hold them at their discretion. 4. There are NO release matches unless dictated by the Story-line. Date: Tue, 25 Jun 1996 23:05:29 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: ACROSS COUNTRY I GO!!!! TEE HEE!!!! >=) This is a notice saying that im fleeing back to VA and the trip will take aprox. till thursday....just wanted to say that in case anyone sends me immediate response mail that i wont respond to until the weekend....and of course to warm you that, if you dont hear from me by friday......well.....that means some Texas/Arkansas/Tennessee/south-Virginian redneck got tired of my mouth and popped a cap in my sarcastic @$$....and heres a note for anyone unfortunate enough to be traveling across Arkansas : when the residents of a small town gas station ask you what you think of their state so far, **DO NOT** say "its my own personal hell actually....why do you ask?"......trust me on this...... RanStEvEdoM Date: Tue, 25 Jun 1996 22:16:59 -0500 From: Kirsten Miller <[email protected]> Subject: Re: FAQ Jada Wyrthshire wrote: > Look, not to nitpick, but can you please send replies like this just to > the person?! I joined this mailing list to get information about Arangoth > and its characters, not read little zingers that two people choose to send > back and forth. With receiving 31 messages in one day from the mailing > list, it's a bit of an annoyance to see that over a third are one lines > replies to something someone else sent out that all of us do not need to > read. Thanks. > > The mundane Well.... This is my turn to nitpick... I've been on another... smaller mailing list for about 6 months now... It's with the Texas Darkfriends. Well... I'm just saying that I'm used to the large amount of mail because that one goes up and down in average of mail a day constantly... It can be 5 letters, or 100 letters a day. So point one: 31 messages a day is NOTHING. You should've expected this when you got on a mailing list for a channel this size... And I'm also quite surprised that the amount of mail is not higher. Point 2: This is something that concerns us all, about the roleplaying fights. I agree with Steve on this point... And if you came here to learn about our characters and all... There's quite a bit about them on the Home Page... Point 3: On the web page itself, it says that this discussion for roleplaying is one of the reasons that this is up here. So, if we can't talk about that... We're destroying part of the purpose of this list. Sorry if I made anyone angry... It's just that I'm in a really bad mood today... Sorry about that all.... -- 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, 25 Jun 1996 23:13:47 -0500 From: [email protected] (Cullen Stevenson) Subject: Re: The NEW End of Re: Connor vs. RandoM's Mundane Not to be outdone, Connor chuckles at Steve's remark, saying, "I took both our wallets..," then, he walks majestically into the setting sun. --- 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, 25 Jun 1996 23:31:31 -0600 (MDT) From: Stephanie <[email protected]> Subject: Re: FAQ Point 3: On the web page itself, it says that this discussion for roleplaying is one of the reasons that this is up here. So, if we can't talk about that... We're destroying part of the purpose of this list. ..sorry I have to agree with Jada...while carry-on jokes can be amusing...they can wear thin on those outside of the two or three-person group they involve..and to be frank, the majority of mail I read on here really has nothing to do with roleplaying or characters. Before anyone possibly takes offense..I am not poo-poohing on having fun...but like many others..I do not like sorting through one-liner messages from mun to mun...and some people *do* have to pay for e-mail piece by piece. It would be easy to say "Well..why don't I unsuscribe"...but fortunately..there also happens to be interesting stories and RP-related material posted through here sometimes by Arangoth's community. If I can reitinerate Jada's mun...it simply would be more courteous to keep mail directed for one or two people in specific to read sent to those specific people. Thanks, ;) S, "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: Tue, 25 Jun 1996 23:35:27 -0600 (MDT) From: Stephanie <[email protected]> Subject: Re: all the many thousands of messages At 10:31 PM 6/25/96 -0900, Cyber-Slave wrote: > > >well, this is my first letter to the mailing list. i'm pretty new to the >inn, only about 2 weeks under my belt, but so far i love it. i only have >one smallish problem. this mailing list is it. when i joined i was >under the impression that IMPORTANT info concerning the channel, plots, >and world was going to be mailed. i also had the (now, it's pretty damn >funny) thought that someone monitored these messages to try to stop the several >hundered small replys back and forth between 2 or 3 people. i understand >that it is a large group of people on this list, and i am only making the >message sum larger by typing this, but i would ask you to please use the >PERSONAL address of someone if it's just e-mail tag. the info on >fighting, the invitations and responces to certain events, plot info, >character bio's, i love all of these. they add to the charm of the >channel and the ongoing game. small tag messages of 2 lines saying "i >steal his wallet" aren't necessary. i donno if any of you will care of a >new-comer's little complaint, but please consider it. personal mail is >much more fun to get anyways! laters > You are right on the money my friend ::smile::....I have been with this channel since January..and although the amount of "junk mail' on here has slightly decreased...it still is apparent that people need reminders that this mailing list, as you correctly pointed out, is for stories, character info..etc. You did a very good job writing...;) Tir, Rhiannonn, and Laeral's mun, S. Date: Wed, 26 Jun 1996 02:10:59 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: The NEW End of Re: Connor vs. RandoM's Mundane No, Connor, You're going South! *Watches as Connor walks into yet another False Sunset, knocking it over, causing it to cascade into the Arangoth sets and Asyr sets, flattening them as well...* Not again... SimnFenix On Tue, 25 Jun 1996, Cullen Stevenson wrote: > > > Not to be outdone, Connor chuckles at Steve's remark, saying, "I took both > our wallets..," then, he walks majestically into the setting sun. > > --- > 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, 25 Jun 1996 22:31:17 -0900 (PDT) From: Cyber-Slave <[email protected]> cc: BlackDragon <[email protected]> Subject: all the many thousands of messages well, this is my first letter to the mailing list. i'm pretty new to the inn, only about 2 weeks under my belt, but so far i love it. i only have one smallish problem. this mailing list is it. when i joined i was under the impression that IMPORTANT info concerning the channel, plots, and world was going to be mailed. i also had the (now, it's pretty damn funny) thought that someone monitored these messages to try to stop the several hundered small replys back and forth between 2 or 3 people. i understand that it is a large group of people on this list, and i am only making the message sum larger by typing this, but i would ask you to please use the PERSONAL address of someone if it's just e-mail tag. the info on fighting, the invitations and responces to certain events, plot info, character bio's, i love all of these. they add to the charm of the channel and the ongoing game. small tag messages of 2 lines saying "i steal his wallet" aren't necessary. i donno if any of you will care of a new-comer's little complaint, but please consider it. personal mail is much more fun to get anyways! laters ---Wolf --- Soul of Ruhk (the gargoylite) http://www.unm.edu/~rooster Date: Wed, 26 Jun 1996 09:35:29 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: one more thing god dammit.... Alright......so i cheated and checked my mail before i left this morning.....but....after reading all of these complaints about only writing PC bios, general character info, and plots, etc on the mailing lists, i just wanted to see if anyone minded me using the term "dork" to describe the whiners who have taken this side? ill make it short cause im outta here in five minutes.... how the hell are we supposed debate about certain aspects of the inn and various RPing ideas that may not be directly related to characters and their bios? thats complete ignorance to say that we shouldnt speak of the topics like : the 3d20 rule, the different ops problems of the past, hell, even the jokes for christs sakes....? this list isnt just some sort of business practice.....its a sort of party line between ALL OF US....especially the ones of us who dont get to get online too much and want a chance to RP or just talk to their friends.... so if you disagree with me, im used to it so dont think ill cry....but damn people, if you cant deal with all the mail, then maybe we need a system for sorting letters? perhaps if you people are going to be this anal, we can say that ALL letters that DO have something to say directly about PCs, bios, plots, changes, etc, start with "RP" in front of their titles? then for those that DONT have anythign relevant, yet we still want to talk to people about it, we can say....hmm...i dunno...."BDD" blkdragon debate.....or something.....cause i dont care how much you try to slice this list down by saying "we should only talk about PC involved things" we ARENT going to listen =) so...im off....anyone complaining, youll have to wait till i get to a puter later..... buh buye for now little chitlins.... StEvE Date: Wed, 26 Jun 1996 07:16:25 -0700 From: Quickning <[email protected]> Subject: Send newbies my way! Hey just in case no one has volinteer for it. I'll gladly help out Newbies in the inn. If you dont want to bother with in the inn, send them way Kay. >From the Stolen Pen and Twisted Mind, Quickning AKA Stormie_ Date: Wed, 26 Jun 1996 08:48:49 -0600 From: [email protected] (OneStab) Subject: Call to Arms 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] ((I'm including a letter from Xandur to the Asyri.. This is given OOC so the muns can see Xandur's rationale for recent events.. Obviously, the characters will know nothing about it.. )) >To: Asyri >From: [email protected] (Xandur) >Subject: Call to Arms > > >Asyri Citizens of Avandil and Allies, > >Yesternight forces allied with Asyr, in cooperation with Magelord Zantoth, >successfully raided the home of Warden Tyntigal. During the attack, Warden >Kelsey was captured as were the famous Talesien stock horses. The wardens >retreat several divisions back to RhyDin in response. > >This friday eve, Arangoth will dance. While they celebrate with music, >Asyri soldiers will ride (on Steeds graciously supplied by Tyntigal) into >their lands and finish the war Queen AngelSin began by breaking her own laws. > >The time is right, Loreil is divided, Arangoth sleeps in self indulgence. > >The Dark One go with you all, >Xandur >Prefect of Avandil ((The first "real" NETWAR will be this Saturday OOC.. IC it will coincide with the dance friday (If your character is at the dance Friday, (s)he obviously wasn't on the Asyri boarder when the attack came :D) Hence, the Asyri will outnumber the Arangoth forces for this encounter. I need to know which of you are willing and able to play your characters in this battle.. Time: 9pm Pacific this Saturday, June 29th. BTW.. any of you wishing to participate in the War and attend the dance may do so as Asyri conscripts.. To ensure the storyline odds, we may need a few more Asyri soldiers. RSVP please Thanks! Darren)) Date: Wed, 26 Jun 1996 10:39:45 -0500 (CDT) From: Kathy Stracener <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Connor vs. RandoM's Mundane ::slaps her palm against her forhead:: Dear gods this just keeps getting worse and worse..... ::trudges on through her 53 emails to find yet MORE of Steve and Connor...:: Tarma's mun At 20:34 24-06-1996 -0400, you wrote: > StEvE is whacked over the head and pitches forward, pulling out God PC >#539-09-738 and turns without a word and gives Connor the Wedgie of Justice >and hangs him from atop a door by the elastic of his undies and takes away >his bat to teach him a good lesson.... > > Date: Wed, 26 Jun 1996 10:42:06 -0500 (CDT) From: Kathy Stracener <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Descriptions of attire Ok LOOK dammit... *grin* Now I gotta make my own damn sig just to keep up with the growing sig trend.... *sigh* ::walks off to start making a sig file...:: Guess who At 09:30 25-06-1996 -0400, you wrote: > > >**tries not to burst into uncontrolled laughter** >now.....havent we all been taught by now that, it isnt the size that matters >but how you use it? <g> > >StEvE > > Date: Wed, 26 Jun 1996 14:49:55 -0500 (CDT) From: Arianeira de Gwynned <[email protected]> Subject: In Time of Need >Date: Wed, 26 Jun 1996 13:16:27 >To: [email protected] >From: arianeira <[email protected]> >Subject: In Time of Need > >To: Her Royal Majesty Queen AngelSin of Arangoth >Regarding: A Keltian Alliance > >Greetings. > I send this letter as Ard-rian of Keltia to you, Majesty of Arangoth, as a gesture of friendship. My land, fair Keltia, has fallen under the halter of the neighboring Fomori Empire and would beg succor of you in this time of need. Although I am aware of your owm troubles with the Asyr, this is a most pressing matter which Keltia is unable to resolve on our own as has always been our custom. While it is my understanding that direct military aid is unlikely, any gesture of alliance would be most desirable. > By the Grace of Arthur, > Arianeira Aoife de Gwynedd > Ard-rian of KEltia > Lady of the Isles > Fian and Bandroai > > >[okay..a few comments....geez her name is a mouthful...<G>...and I know this is somewhat cheesy...comments would be appreciated. >THE MUN] > Arianeira Aiobhell de Gwynedd Ard-rian of Keltia, Emperess of the West, Fian and Bandraoi ++++++++==+++++++++ + //----\\//----\\+ + ||oooo//\\oooo||+ + \\==== xx ====//+ + //==== xx === \\+ + ||oooo\\//oooo||+ + \\----//\\----//+ ++++++++==+++++++++ [actually her mun, but hey, that's good too, because if it wasn't, you'd really have to wonder who was writing this...oh well..I'll shut up now....] that's supposed to be a keltic knot....oh well... [*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*] "WHen something's going wrong, inside of you Burdens bearing down and seeping through. Well, I don't want to bleed anymore for you ANd I don't want to breed any hatred too." Just watching while your world, it just floats around ANd now you've got to leave, 'cause it's crashing down. Well I don't want to sing you guarentees ANd I don't wanna cling to our use-to-bes. So get your heart, just get your soul, just get yourself on out of here! Just take your hurt, just take your pain, just get yourself on out of here! Wasting time! that's all you do if your waiting for me! Wasting time! I don't see what you think I see! Wasting time! That's all you do if you're waiting for me! Wasting Time! I don't want what you think of me!" -Collective soul, "wasting time", hints, allegations and things left unsaid "Blue winds rolling, visions in my mind. ANd a strange voice calling, journey's at an end, journey's at an end!" -Clannad, "Journey's End" macella, 1983? Date: Wed, 26 Jun 1996 19:50:30 -0400 (EDT) From: "Brenlyn Shadows-in-the-Mist \"Insert Proper Garou Name here...\"" <[email protected]> Cc: BlackDragon <[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: Re: Call to Arms Once more, (since it WASN'T answered the first time.... *ahem* *ahem*) What about those of us with Multiple PCs AND/OR Mulitple Accounts? Wolfie`s exhausted Mun Date: Wed, 26 Jun 1996 20:03:09 -0400 (EDT) From: Jada Wyrthshire <[email protected]> Subject: Re: FAQ At 10:16 PM 6/25/96 -0500, you wrote: > Well.... This is my turn to nitpick... I've been on another... smaller mailing >list for about 6 months now... It's with the Texas Darkfriends. Well... I'm just saying >that I'm used to the large amount of mail because that one goes up and down in average >of mail a day constantly... It can be 5 letters, or 100 letters a day. So point one: 31 >messages a day is NOTHING. You should've expected this when you got on a mailing list >for a channel this size... And I'm also quite surprised that the amount of mail is not >higher. > Point 2: This is something that concerns us all, about the roleplaying fights. >I agree with Steve on this point... And if you came here to learn about our characters >and all... There's quite a bit about them on the Home Page... > Point 3: On the web page itself, it says that this discussion for roleplaying is >one of the reasons that this is up here. So, if we can't talk about that... We're >destroying part of the purpose of this list. > > Sorry if I made anyone angry... It's just that I'm in a really bad mood today... >Sorry about that all.... >-- >Rue >http://www.io.com/~jimmie/kirsy/home.html > >Keep Sailor Moon alive!! SOS(Support our Sailors)!! >http://looney.physics.sunysb.edu/~daffy/sos/ > > As I said before, 31 messages seems like a lot SIMPLY BECAUSE more than a third of it is one line reponses like "laughs at all name-calling" or something of that nature. I've been on other mailing lists as well, and when on those lists, others complained about useless mail all of us received that was clearly meant for one person. As for coming here to learn about the characters, I didn't mean background information, I meant current storylines, which the home page doesn't list. My interpretation of the mailing list was a place for people to send out writings about the adventures of their characters since there is no folder or other place to place them for all to read. I also believe it to be a device for sending out information concerning the RPing area, such as changes, events or problems. I understand that the maillist is also for the discussion of roleplay. My comment wasn't directed towards the discussion about Calvinball or which way to role-play is best. Perhaps I didn't attach a good example of my complaint. But I think that it it clear what I mean, so I'll leave it at that. The mundane Date: Wed, 26 Jun 1996 19:27:23 -0500 From: Kirsten Miller <[email protected]> Subject: Idea! (Or "Isea" when I type it... <G>) I was cleaning my room today (wow! I was doing that?!) and I came across something... A notebook of printouts from the BBs and the underground BBs I was on when I was on Prodigy. The thing that we did on there was that we had RPGs all played through E-Mail. Like on the Underground with Kirk, Chuck, Alicia, Seth and co... We played a game called "Tradewars" on there and that was REALLY fun! We also played the GURPS timetravel game. These games would go on for 4, 5, even 6 months... With one person as a GM. I always looked forward to gettin' online and pitchin' in my part of the game and all... Kirk was normally our GM and a good one at that to be able to handle these games on here. Letters for people that the others couldn't read were either mailed directly to the person, or they were titled "For so-an-so only." I would like to actually get involved in one of these games again... They went slowly, but like I said... It was really different, and a lot of fun... So send me your thoughts of this... -- 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: Wed, 26 Jun 1996 23:55:32 -0400 (EDT) From: "Brenlyn Shadows-in-the-Mist \"Insert Proper Garou Name here...\"" <[email protected]> Cc: BlackDragon <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Send newbies my way! On Wed, 26 Jun 1996, Quickning wrote: > > >From the Stolen Pen and Twisted Mind, > Quickning > AKA Stormie_ > Ya know, I've got a dog named Stormie...... No joke.... *grin* Wolfie`s mun Date: Thu, 27 Jun 1996 00:16:18 -0400 From: Kylus Dragonsbane <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Send newbies my way! Well Quick Skylar and I were doing that but if its ok with Angel I think we'd be GLAD to have ya aboard =) Kylus~ And that mun thing back there. <g> At 07:16 AM 6/26/96 -0700, you wrote: > > >Hey just in case no one has volinteer for it. I'll gladly help out >Newbies in the inn. If you dont want to bother with in the inn, send >them way Kay. > >>From the Stolen Pen and Twisted Mind, >Quickning >AKA Stormie_ > > Date: Thu, 27 Jun 1996 00:39:06 -0400 From: Dave Crampton <[email protected]> Subject: Re: FAQ - Dave's Opinion At 11:31 PM 6/25/96 -0600, you wrote: > > >Point 3: On the web page itself, it says that this discussion for >roleplaying is >one of the reasons that this is up here. So, if we can't talk about that... >We're >destroying part of the purpose of this list. > >..sorry I have to agree with Jada...while carry-on jokes can be >amusing...they can wear thin on those outside of the two or three-person >group they involve..and to be frank, the majority of mail I read on here <SNIP SNIP SNIP> I know this is a short e-mail, but it is to the point. Sometimes, you just have to take the bad with the good. If you don't like what's going on, do something about it. Simple as that. -- 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, 27 Jun 1996 00:39:17 -0400 From: Dave Crampton <[email protected]> Subject: Re: FAQ > As I said before, 31 messages seems like a lot SIMPLY BECAUSE more than >a third of it is one line reponses like "laughs at all name-calling" or >something of that nature. I've been on other mailing lists as well, and >when on those lists, others complained about useless mail all of us received >that was clearly meant for one person. > As for coming here to learn about the characters, I didn't mean >background information, I meant current storylines, which the home page >doesn't list. My interpretation of the mailing list was a place for people >to send out writings about the adventures of their characters since there is >no folder or other place to place them for all to read. I also believe it >to be a device for sending out information concerning the RPing area, such >as changes, events or problems. > I understand that the maillist is also for the discussion of roleplay. >My comment wasn't directed towards the discussion about Calvinball or which >way to role-play is best. Perhaps I didn't attach a good example of my >complaint. But I think that it it clear what I mean, so I'll leave it at >that. > >The mundane > I'm sorry but this is really quite simple and I just can't understand why nobody can understand it. Let me put this in all caps and very blatant words: NO EMAILING LIST ANYWHERE IS FREE OF FRIVOULOUS ONE-LINER MESSAGES. Now, if we can get back to the important stuff, be mature enough to pick and choose what we do and don't like, instead of having someone else do it, I'd like to get back to RP'ing. L8r. -- 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, 26 Jun 1996 23:59:21 -0500 From: [email protected] (Gail R. Colby) Subject: Re: Idea! (Or "Isea" when I type it... <G>) > > >I was cleaning my room today (wow! I was doing that?!) and I came across >something... A notebook of printouts from the BBs and the underground BBs I was on when I was on Prodigy. Cleaning!! WOW!! ::dies of shock:: Unbelieveable!!..no no no!! I refuse to give in to the presure.....</me 's room will stay messy forever!>.. >Like on the Underground with Kirk, Chuck, Alicia, Seth and co... We played a >game called "Tradewars" on there and that was REALLY fun! TWars rules!! That has to be one of the greatest door games ever made...that and LORD..but NEway...ummmm..yeah.... KevKev...Yes the MUN!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ::points at the person at the keyboard and screams:: EBIL MUN!!!!!!!!!! RUNAWAY! RUN AWWWWWWAAAAAAYYYYY!!!!!!!! the mun of....::Dum dum dum!!!!:: <drumroll> Saburo and the Late Seregon... /me feels the presure to write an unbelieveablly long sig...even to rival Adam's infamous 4 page sig....or however long it was.....<grin> But resists...this time...*evil grin* Gail R. Colby Department of Anthropology Texas A&M University College Station, TX 77843-4352 (409) 845-0541 (409) 845-4070 fax [email protected] Date: Thu, 27 Jun 1996 07:43:14 -0700 From: [email protected] (Todd Hortillosa ) Subject: Re: Idea! (Or "Isea" when I type it... <G>) get it up> and Baren Realms Elite, That game is cool too, and Legend of the Red Dragon too . Date: Thu, 27 Jun 1996 10:24:32 -0500 (CDT) From: Arianeira de Gwynned <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Idea! (Or "Isea" when I type it... <G>) tradewars rocked! even though I only got to play a bit before it got shut down! me Date: Thu, 27 Jun 1996 18:50:08 From: The Ebil One <[email protected]> Subject: FINALLY! I HAVE MAIL AGAIN! OOC: Finally I get mail, I'de like to thank you for the .. 147 mail messages I recieved after all the work of getting my bro to let me use the damn thing. IC: *elfichild skiples in and looks about and smiles a bit* Hello, most of yous know me, and I's just wanna says byes for a bit.. Somes knows whys.. I's be back! *skiples away* OOC: WOO HOO! Well I'll be ... er.. going. bye, Ya.. Bye. Date: Thu, 27 Jun 1996 13:54:35 -0500 From: Kirsten Miller <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Idea! (Or "Isea" when I type it... <G>) Arianeira de Gwynned wrote: > > tradewars rocked! even though I only got to play a bit before it got shut down! > Wasn't Kirk (The GM) an AWESOME GM? I have to applaud him for bein' able to do the games... with dice and all... through E-Mail. -- CYA L8R! 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: Thu, 27 Jun 1996 21:08:20 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: Re: one more thing god dammit.... ARGH!! Ok check it out... THIS IS WHAT THE LIST IS FOR ROLEPLAYING SUBJECTS ADVENTURE SUBJECTS GAME SUBJECTS MATTERS OF THE INN AND ARANGOTH ANYTHING TO DO WITH BDI ANYTHING TO DO WITH ROLEPLAYING OOC YES OOC IS ALLOWED IN HERE SINCE WE DON"T REALLY WANT IT IN THE CHANNEL THIS IS A PERFECT PLACE FOR IT etc... The ONLY thing I don't like on this list is frivilous postings, non editing and things having nothing to do with anything.. All I want you people to do is edit it and Make sure that you ABSOLUTELY HAVE to post something to 75+ people!!!! I think what some people are getting pissed off at is 40 msg's come in and when you open em up there is eons of referenced text and at the VERY bottome is "hehe oh yeah ..I agree" Now really?!!?!? C'mon peoples I agree with Steve on whatever he was talking bout..though I just skimmed thru it.. I really don't know exactly what it was about but I caught a few key points.. We are dealing with almost 100 people on this list.. it's pretty hard to be perfect..and it's impossible to please everyone... so..um.. Now I don't even know what the hell I was talking about! Thanks alot! ::Walks off grumbling:: P.S. I'm really not mad at ANYONE so please don't post 4000 strings to this email ok?!?!?!? 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 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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: Thu, 27 Jun 1996 21:13:20 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: Web editing Um..heheh Remember how I said I'de get the yellow pages and bio's that I have done by the end of this week?? WEEEEll.. I've been swamped at work and the stupid server was kinda down so I may not have it done till sunday.. Sorry for the delay..I know some of you have been waiting a long time..I unfortunatly must be good at web design cause my boss has be creating two new sites and also updating our other big server slv.net SOooooooo I'm TRYING!!! ::Wipes the sweat from her brow:: I will hopefully have it done by sun.. thanks all :D **************************************************************************** ***************************** 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 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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: Thu, 27 Jun 1996 14:33:09 -0700 From: Queen of Arangoth <[email protected]> Subject: The sister's Attire for the Ball ((this is posted early but this takes place tomorrow eve before the ball)) ::Angel and Narisa sit in Angel's room at the castle talking..there is a knock on the door: "Enter" ::Angel says:: ::Two men walk in carrying two large boxes:: ::Angel grins at Narisa:: "Ah..the dresses have arrived" ::Narisa jumps up estatic:: ::Angel motions for the two men to leave the boxes and watches them go:: ::Narisa lifts the lids off the two boxes:: "Oh my! They are wonderful!" ::Angel walks over to narisa looking at the gowns::"Aye that they are..let's get dresses shall we?" ::Narisa nods and two lady servants come in to help them dress:: ::Angel Looks in the mirror as the servant strings up the back of the dress..her gown long and flowing, with an almost hooped skirt...Made of Deep purple satin with black and gold trim along the v-neckline and ends of sleeves..she slips a solid gold waist chain around her waist..The long sleeves ending in a V at her wrists..she pulls up her hair into a twist with strands of hair hanging down...She takes the purple gem from the regular chain from her neck and clips the gem onto a black velvet choker then places it back around her neck..from her ears dangle long amethyst and diamond earings..Strings up her black laced boots.. then she places the Gold high crown studded with diamonds and amethyst gems on her head. She applies rouge and lip color and smiles:: "There" ::Angel looks up at the portrait of her husband then sighs:: "I do wish he was going to be here" ::frowns turning around as her eyes widen at the sight of Narisa...breaks the frown into a smile:: ::Narisa stands there as the servant finishes lacing her up..She wears a similar styled dress to her sisters, though a bit lower in the neckline...it is made of bright silver satin with silk fitting sleeves.. the top fitting snuggly running down into a v then the skirts flowing out..hidden under the skirts she wears black laced shoes...and a peticoat..the trim along the neckline is done with a hint of black silk and the sleeves ending in a flaired fashion..around her neck hangs an black stone in the shape of straight point..on the top of the stone holding it onto the chain surrounding are little diamonds..from her ears dangle simple diamond loops similar to design of the necklace.. her hair also swept up, into a twist with strands of hair hanging down on the side...upon her head she wears a small diamond tiara/crown.. her crystal blue eyes setting off the dress magnificantly..or is it the dress setting off her eyes??:: "My god Narisa.....when did ye grow up to be such a beautiful woman?" Angel says with a bit saddened but proud tone:: ::Narisa Smiles:: "I'm glad ye finally noticed" "I missed alot of your growing sister" Angel frowns "Aye" Narisa says quietly walking up to Angel "But it twas nay your fault..and now I am here..we can catch up dear sister" ::Angel smiles::<q> Aye...but it's hard...last time I was with ye those years ago, ye were but a child...it's strange to see ye all grown up. ::tears start to well up in her eyes:: ::narisa hugs Angel:: "Bah! Just think ye don't have to babysit me anymore!" Narisa grins leaning back from the hug:: "HA!" ::Angel stops her tears and smiles:: "THAT I will most obviously HAVE to keep up! That dress is WAY to revealing! ::Angel takes a lace handkerchief and stuffs it in the front of Narisa's dress:: "There..much better" ::Angel spins around to look in the mirror::"I believe we are ready" ::Narisa pouts and looks down at the handkerchief..descretely removing it and slipping it into her sleeve:: "Aye.." ::They both walk downstairs and wait at the Foyer:: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her Royal Majesty | AngelSin | Queen of Arangoth | @---}---}--------- | --------------------------------- | http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm | Official Web Site for the #BLKDRAGON*Inn!! | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Date: Thu, 27 Jun 1996 23:36:49 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: ROYAL BALL Just a reminder The ball is tonight Friday, at 7pm Pacific Standard time in #Drache~Hall For those of you who want to you can describe your attire here on the list... See you all there!! Remember this is a FORMAL event :) **************************************************************************** ***************************** 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 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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: Thu, 27 Jun 1996 19:37:16 -0400 (EDT) From: "Samuel Lee Cotrell Jr." <[email protected]> Subject: The Treasurer Horde the Great Mauz As he rounded the corner of his huge lair, he surveyed his surroundings. It was safe here, he knew it, but he wasn't about to get lazy, not after having lived this long. He knew it would be safe his pet guardian had slept all day in the passage. Its then that his giant Treasurer Horde came into view with mounds two times his body size and gem the size of his knuckles. He was the envy of his kind. All because he was large, one of the largest brasses yet to live. There's a commotion at the entrance. He thinks to himself "I must investigate" He moves toward the entrance. AHH, I see its my guardians mate the one who had donated to his Horde. They all had, rather that than meet his furry at their insolence. AHH, there just communicating in that limited vocal way. He decides to let them continue and heads back to his Horde for a short nap. He is awakened by a loud noise close by. He opens his eyes and sees his guardian and its mate starring at him. He wonders if he should just eat them as the guardian's mate starts to speaks "Mauz what do you think you are doing? I need those glass Beads for my spells and quit taking my metal shavings." He looks up and roars at them "Meeep!" warning them of his anger as his guardian rushes over and picks him up and cuddles him. Only to sooth his anger at being woken. The other one is picking up all his Horde. OH well I'll get it back he thinks "these humans are so stupid they don't guard anything besides I'm hungry and that one always has fruit for me." Brightsun and Mun Date: Thu, 27 Jun 1996 19:37:39 -0400 (EDT) From: "Samuel Lee Cotrell Jr." <[email protected]> Subject: To Her Majesty the Queen of Arangoth Your Majesty, I would like to submit a petition on behalf of myself and a companion. This companion which would remain unnamed for now has for sometime no has been practicing thievery in Arangoth. I have been trying to reform said person and although I have been somewhat successful it remains that this is their only means of support. I would submit that your Majesty might have need of such a person in many ways. Such as a spy, assassin, or to help teach your guards or watchmen what to look for when watching for thieves. Really looking to give this person an honest job for her unhonest skills. Also, note that although I am just a lowly mage I would find it very generous of you to help me and in the future, should you need my help I would be very eager to help you. Also, I would at this time like to petition you for a citizenship in this land of yours, for myself. As I have grown very fond of it and would like to settle here. P.S. Would continue working to reform this person. Bright sun the Mage Brightsun and Mun Date: Thu, 27 Jun 1996 19:37:53 -0400 (EDT) From: "Samuel Lee Cotrell Jr." <[email protected]> Subject: Dear council, I, your ever faithful servant do submit this report unto you. I have been tracking my recent subject MoonDiver, for the past year. I have found that she has stopped in a land called Arangoth and is working for a group called the Gaiscioch in the capital. I have arrived at this city and though its population is high I have found the subject. She patronage an Inn called the Blackdragon, named after the King of this land and who happens to be a large Blackdragon. This is a most unusual land filled with an assortment of travelers and citizens. I have finally contracted the subject and told her my reason for being here. She doesn't like this, but knows that it is a matter out of her direct control. After about two weeks I have finally met some of the other members of the Gaiscioch. They seem to be a hardy bunch of tested warriors, although a bit over protective. When they found out my reason for being here I was nearly assaulted with physical violence. Only with a quick tongue and intervention of the subject did it come to pass that no blows were forthcoming. I also found out that the Gaiscioch is led by Cpt Lacera and his charged with defending travelers on the North road in Arangoth. They seem to work for the government, but I'm not sure as of yet. Well its been a month and a half I have found little else out on the Gaiscioch, but I have found that so far the subject seems to be in no need of punishment. I have also made some contacts here with the locals and have hired someone to get information on the subject, the Gaiscioch, and the Government. I have seen the King and Queen, they seem like very nice people, but they spend an enordenant amount of time at this Inn. I wonder sometimes why they bother with a castle.(possible for visiting dignitaries) It has been two and half months, nothing new on the subject, except that she has recently taken a leave of absence for a few weeks and seems to be traveling alone.(possible on vacation of all things, I will not intrude on her) Also it seems that most of the people here are rather apt to take arms to defend a friend as a fact, the Queen has recently declared war of her friendship for a single person. As the subject possible works for the government this might mean she will be involved. I will report more on this when I get more information. On a personal note, I have become romantically involved with a thief. I don't know how this happened, but I am very happy with this relationship. I would also like word on the request I posed in my last report. Please consider my emotional ties and grant my request to be exempt from my next subject it can only lead to an emotional conflict. Also, make note that if we have to judge against my current subject that she has many powerful friends. I do not relish killing my sisters friend when all they wish is to defend her. P.S. My relationship is private please keep this within the council. Also note this appendage to my will if harm should befall me. I bequeath all my properties and monies to Quickening of Arangoth. you can locate her by use of a scary spell, I have given her a location charm just in case. Always your Loyal Servant, Bright Sun Brightsun and Mun Date: Thu, 27 Jun 1996 20:52:27 -0400 (EDT) From: "Samuel Lee Cotrell Jr." <[email protected]> Subject: Apologies to all In my haste to send the last three stories I forgot to not only name them , I sent the one ment for only the Queen to the wrong channel . I blame lack of sleep for these over sights.Thank you all and may you enjoy my stories. Brightsun the Mage and Sam the Mun Brightsun and Mun Date: Thu, 27 Jun 1996 20:50:01 -0500 From: Brad Plumb <[email protected]> Subject: Re: one more thing god dammit.... X-UIDL: ae58a7037ca846e3c8d3a166e9cb9957 At 09:35 AM 6/26/96 -0400, you wrote: > ill make it short cause im outta here in five minutes.... > how the hell are we supposed debate about certain aspects of the inn and >various RPing ideas that may not be directly related to characters and their >bios? thats complete ignorance to say that we shouldnt speak of the topics >like : the 3d20 rule, the different ops problems of the past, hell, even the >jokes for christs sakes....? this list isnt just some sort of business >practice.....its a sort of party line between ALL OF US....especially the >ones of us who dont get to get online too much and want a chance to RP or >just talk to their friends.... Steve you are right on on this matter. The mailing list is not, nor should it be confined to rp things only. It's like Angel's sig says, it's no longer just roleplaying. This is a place for those of us who don't get to see each other online that often to talk to eachother. Debating inn politics is often a relevant topic, and it's this kind of attitude that's gotten everybody complaining. I've seen the rp only please complaint often in the inn where it may be appropriate, but hey we gotta talk somewhere, and sending private messages doesn't always get accomplished when you are trying to meet and converse with new people. There, this is probably the longest message I've ever sent to the mailing list, be honored. 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, 27 Jun 1996 22:26:35 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: one more thing god dammit.... In a message dated 96-06-27 22:07:19 EDT, you write: > Steve you are right on on this matter. you mean.....someone actually AGREES with me??? **dies of shock** but in all seriousness, im glad to see that someone sees my point....this is a matter that should be solved quickly, before any future postalworkers start practicing their future early and quit the list after dismembering a room full of people with a borrowed sub-machinegun.... oh ya.....and im back in VA again <g> StEvE Date: Thu, 27 Jun 1996 21:31:27 -0500 From: Brad Plumb <[email protected]> Subject: Re: one more thing god dammit.... At 10:26 PM 6/27/96 -0400, you wrote: > > >In a message dated 96-06-27 22:07:19 EDT, you write: > >oh ya.....and im back in VA again <g> > >StEvE > > *does his best hick voice* It sounds to me boy, like ya didn't enjoy your stay here in Texas. Now if I had an ounce more brains, I might take that as an insult *spits*. BtW I am a Texan so I have the right to be making fun of these people, any non texan who does so will die at my hand. 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, 27 Jun 1996 21:49:17 -0500 From: Brad Plumb <[email protected]> Subject: Re: At 07:37 PM 6/27/96 -0400, you wrote: > > >Dear council, > > > > > I also found out that the Gaiscioch is led by Cpt Lacera and his charged Bright, Lindsey would thwap you hard for that one, you spelled Gaiscioch right, but it's Lyisra. Silvan of Shadowdale proud member of Clan Gaiscioch 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, 27 Jun 1996 21:52:38 -0500 From: Brad Plumb <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Descriptions of attire At 08:09 PM 6/24/96 -0500, you wrote: > > >At 06:09 PM 6/24/96 -0500, you wrote: >> >> >>> >> >>Oh fine. I wanted them to be gold. you're mean!!! >*runs off and wails like serena* >okay, then they're blue. > If you two start attacking eachother with Taikwondo<sp> again I'm gonna have to drive down there personally and lock you up in a sanitarium somewhere! 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: Fri, 28 Jun 1996 00:09:18 -0500 From: Kirsten Miller <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Brad Plumb wrote: > right, but it's Lyisra. No... It's LYSIRA... <VEG> -- 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: Fri, 28 Jun 1996 00:18:12 -0500 From: Brad Plumb <[email protected]> Subject: Re: At 12:09 AM 6/28/96 -0500, you wrote: > > >Brad Plumb wrote: > >> right, but it's Lyisra. > > No... It's LYSIRA... <VEG> >-- ACK! *runs around hitting himself in the head with a broom just to be different* *realizes that's not different enough and throws himself into a lobster tank and does a jerrry lewis impression! NO SOS SIGS ALLOWED! 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: Fri, 28 Jun 1996 00:10:10 -0700 From: Quickning <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Web editing All Right we forgive you this time but don't let it happen again!!! Next time we'll over throw you! Just kidding. Thanks, From the Stolen pen and Twisted Mind of, Quickning and her Mun. PS. SAVE THE ONELINERS! Date: Fri, 28 Jun 1996 02:27:16 -0500 From: Kirsten Miller <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Descriptions of attire Okay people... I know Angel is gonna kill me for this... But... I am going for an Arangoth world record... <VEG> ________________________________________________________________________________________ AYLAISHIA Aylaishia looks over her things carefully... She has her long black hair down, flowing around her like ribbons - like always... Her robes are very ornate, the black overlay of the dark, blood red in them. She looks at her reflection in the mirror, her dark green eyes contrasting with her pale, white skin... She smirks into the window knowthing that this will be an interesting night... ________________________________________________________________________________________ TAEYLEA RUATHA Taeylea looks over her dress that she laid out on her bed, the dress she had made just for Galen... With a sigh she pulls out the jewelery she picked out for it.... A dark, masked man asked her to go to the ball... Said that Galen wanted her to go with him... So... For Galen... She quickly dresses herself... It's a whitist-pink dress with a tight bodice, showing her figure, and long, flowing skirts with many layers... Around her shoulders, a silk is wrapped, and tied into a large, pink rose on her left shoulder... The taffeta sleeves are gloved and she wears pearl bracelets on each wrist. hanging around her neck is a pearl necklace with a blue topaz stone pendant on it. Tied into her hair, over her left is is a large white lily... She sighs as she hears a knock at her door. "It is time..." she whispers... ________________________________________________________________________________________ RUE "This is the first major party I've ever been invited to. I don't know how to act..." Rue's nervousness is quite obvious as she paces back and forth in the room. She had been dressed for a an hour... at least... Her long, brown hair has been pulled into a twist, and the rest drops halfway down her back. Her hair is being held up by the emerald and diamond tiara given to her by AngelSin. As she turns her head, the matching earrings swing around... Her dress is made of the black silk that Angel gave her... The skirts flow around her gently. The runes tattooed on her arms and around her neck can be seen, since her dress is sleeveless... She has elbow-long black gloves on to go with the dress and her steps are unheard; the soft soles of her shoes making no noise with each step. ________________________________________________________________________________________ WASHUU (Probable) "This will be fun! Jurai had wonderful little balls... So did... *stops* Well... This is to be a happy time! Not a time to be upset about something that happened over 2,000 years ago!" Washuu gently poofs her pink hair and straigthens her school uniform... She dances around, quite happy. ________________________________________________________________________________________ ISEA NIGHTFALL "The night is dark... And WHY does Jake have to escort me?! I can take care of myself, dammit!" She shakes her head, the high collar of her long, red dress brushing against her chin and her dreadlocks sweep along it. The skirt drops to her feet, hiding them. It's dark red with gold trim on it and the long velvet sleeves have white lace flowing from the cuffs and over her hands. She waits... anger building up with each moment... "One wrong word and Jake is mincemeat..." She closes her eyes and slips an amulet around her neck and drops it down the front of her dress to hide it. ________________________________________________________________________________________ PEVERELL TREEDWELLER Peverell skips around, wearing a small pink and white lace dress, but her pouches are still hanging around her waist, clashing with the dress... She is quite excited to see her "date" for the night. YES!! THAT'S RIGHT!!! SIX CLONES!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! -- Rue Taeylea Cai'Maral Ruatha Peverell Treedweller Washuu Isea Nightfall Aylaishia http://www.io.com/~jimmie/kirsy/home.html Keep Sailor Moon alive!! SOS(Support our Sailors)!! http://looney.physics.sunysb.edu/~daffy/sos/ Date: Fri, 28 Jun 1996 02:44:48 -0500 From: Kirsten Miller <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Brad Plumb wrote: > > NO SOS SIGS ALLOWED! > I can put my SOS sig on here if I want to. Just be glad that I don't use the official HUGE SOS sig... <VEG> -- 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: Fri, 28 Jun 1996 04:58:19 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: ROYAL BALL *In the Glittering Quartz castle, Simon and Viskaya make their preparations for the ball...* *In their bedroom, Viskaya lays out the White satin Gown Simon designed for her, Form-fitting with a loosely-flowing shirt, the bodice secured low in the back with a dew buttons and a wide satin bow.. On the front, reansluscent, parly beads form the stencil of a flying Phoenix on the chest, the wings following Viskaya's lithe form, leading up to Airy, chiffon sleeves... The flowing skirt trimmed with similar transluscent beads, the entire dress reminiscent of a Wedding Gown.... As she looks ar herself in the Mirror, Simon surprises her with a glittering Diamond tiara set in her long, white hair with black tiger streaks....* *Simon stands beside Viskaya, dresed in a simple, yet Elegant black tuxedo, with Forest green tie and Cumberbund (Or however it's spelled) The real cumberbund which does all the way around, the tied-off ends draped off one side... His wings, coppery red, draped over his Shoulders...* "A Night to Remember, my Love...." *Simon whispers into her ear...* "Aye, Love, I just hope I remember the Social Graces..." "Not to worry, Viskaya, they are quite simple to remember.." *Little do they know what approaches on the path between their Castle and the Palace of Arangoth...* SimnFenix and Lady Viskaya Date: Fri, 28 Jun 1996 04:56:13 -0500 From: Jimmie Bragdon <[email protected]> Subject: Description of Attire ((::OOC - Disclaimer: THe following is posted early, and takes place just before the Royal Ball tonight. There is also a bit of plot wound up into this, and since this is the first time I've done any here, let me say a few things. (1) Unless you ask me, please do not insert yourself into the plot on the list. (2) TRY to remember that there is a difference between what you know as a mun, and what your character knows. Just because someone thinks something on the list, doesn't mean that your character knows it, it just lets the mun enjoy the story more. - End of OOC::)) ::In a room in the inn:: Spectre takes the newly tailored suit from the small closet and lays it on the bed looking at it. He half-thinks, half-mutters to himself, What in the name of the gods are you doing going to a Ryoal ball? Invited, nonetheless!?" He shakes his head, and begins to dress, "Ye might be losin' Yer touch.." He pulls on the black trousers, made of heavy material, they are fairly plain and straight-legged. He pulls on a simple black shirt, no fancy buttons and short sleeves, like a tunic. "Now lets see if those tailors could get the hard part right." He picks the long surcoat up off the bed and holds it up to inspect it. The thick, black silk shines where the early eveneing light falls on it, and the places where the shadows fall seem to change depth and location, defying the eyes and thier owner to think that you could reach into it, defying reality. He slides the jacket on around his shoulders, letting the thick silk come to rest there. The surcoat, resting on his shoulders reaches all the way past his waist, halfway above his knee. "Ahh..perfect, it was hard to get..but well worth the price." He begins to button it, beginning just below the left shoulder and following the buttons down in almost a straight line to just below his ribcage, then they angle over and end on the right side of the jacket, above his knee. He carefully loops each small, silver-colored braid around the silver buttons. Each loop is part of a small but intricate embroidery, and the border of the front panel is trimmed with a silver braid. The buttoning finished, he adjusts the shoulder plates that are sewn on, similar to a military general's uniform, each plate is covered in black silk and embroidered with runes of a foreign language. He fastens the small hook at teh base of the neck and adjusts the round, straight collar that continues up his neck about 3/4". The sleeves are heavily embriodered on the shoulder and the wide cuffs in the same silver thread. "I cannot be falling for her...end of story. One, relationships are nothing but trouble. Someone holding you back, something else you have to worry about that is beyond your control. Two, I cannot care for anyone...they become a weakness, and are easily used to threaten and blackmail you. The Order knows what they are talking about, else why would they be so powerful? They're teachings have never lead me astray yet...in fact, they've made me quite the success. All of us have been...Besides this is the way I've always been taught and the Masters are some of the wisest I know. Except for Old Odamu, I wonder if that old man still sits in the market square every day? I always liked him, sure he didn't approve of me being in the Order, but he never talked to me like those others. I would visit him in the market square every chance I could as a child...he would tell me stories. The Order wasn't concerned with stories, just training...so it was a nice break. But when I started getting a bit older and becoming a young man, I was no longer given the free time that the children were. I still spoke with him on occassion, but it became a rare occurance, and I haven't seen him in years now." "Looking back on his stories later, I began to see them for more than the child's tales I had thought. I guess I try to forget them, as many seem contrary to the Order's teachings. Yet the old man always seemed to be content to merely sit and think, and watch the people in the square, or sometimes in the forest, listening. Sometimes it makes me wonder if he truly found the harmony he talked about in his tales." He turns his head to look in the mirror at the back of the jacket he is now wearing. He smiles slightly and nods his approval. On the back, in the center of his back, and covering most of the upper portion of the jacket, is a meticulously embroidered design. A bird of prey is near the top, looking and just starting to head downwards towards the tail of a tiger, who is in turn, looking up and is reaching for the tail of the bird. "I still have the drawing he gave me of this, one of the few possesions I keep. I dont know why. He said that he had no sons and that he wanted me to have it. It's just a picture, but it must have meant something to him, I keep it because it reminds me of him, I suppose." Spectre walks to the beaureu and opens up one of the drawers, taking out a long, narrow case and setting it on the small table in the room. He slowly opens the wooden case and unfolds the cloth covering the object inside. He pulls a black lacquer scabbard, smoother than the silk of the jacket. From its end, a hilt of the same lacquer protrudes. It would almost appear to be one carved piece of wood, were it not interrupted by the small, inch and a half silver guard. He pulls the blade partway out of the scabbard, looking at the designs etched on the shining steel. "And this. When he found out that I was leaving our land to travel, he gave this to me. Along with that drawing, as if he were sending his own kin off. He wept that day. He said that he hoped someday I would return to him. I told him I would have to come back at least once a year to meet and train with the Order, but he only shook his head and said that that was not what me meant. I was uncomfortable, a grown man crying in front of me and all, and so I thanked him, promised to visit, and took my leave. I heard him say something about understanding someday, but I still don't know what he meant. I began my journey that day." He resheathes the sword and attaches the scabbard to a belt on the pants, it slightly parts the slit in the left side of the jacket, designed for such. "I've never used this sword for combat, and I dont plan to. It is far too fine a work of art to gain the scars of battle. Maybe after I finally 'understand'. Some of Old Odamu's stories make sense to me now...moreso than some of the Order's teachings. But most still hold little meaning to me." He lights a small cube of incense and sits on the bed, closing his eyes and holding the small drawing in his hands. After about a quarter hour of just sitting there and meditating, he opens his eyes. Spectre places the piece of paper into the case the sword came from and goes to stand in front of the mirror. He straightens the jacket and looks at himself. "Well Odamu, here is the son you never had. Seems that, when I understood what you were saying, you were more often right than not. I wish I had more than your stories, something tells me you are more than just the 'crazy old man' that everyone said you were." Spectre turns and walks out of the room, headed for the palace. He closes the door behind him on the way out. The smoke from the incense wraps around the table it sits on, and curls over the open case and the yellowed scrap of paper. ========================================================== // Jimmie Bragdon | [email protected] | /\ \\ \\ User Administrator | www.io.com/~jimmie | / \ // // Illuminati Online | | / () \ \\ \\ ============================================= / \ // /________\ From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: Re: Descriptions of attire Date: Fri, 28 Jun 1996 10:48:05 > YES!! THAT'S RIGHT!!! SIX CLONES!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! >-- >Rue You are ACCUALLY going to play with SIX Pc's at once??? YOU are insane MY GOD EVERYONE RUN RUN FOR YOUR LIVES.. THE EBIL MUN IS GONNA BLOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! **************************************************************************** ***************************** 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 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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, 28 Jun 1996 07:52:39 -0700 From: [email protected] (Todd Hortillosa ) Subject: Rand al`Thor... and stuff to himself. His eyes fell on a certain sky blue silk coat. He grinned and took it out and laid it on the near by table and got out a pair of expensive looking neatly pressed blue pants and also took out hte belt that went to all this . The belt wad a darker shade of blue and had a black leather strap through the middle of it , he laid it out with his best boots and looked at it. THe last time he wore this , he was in the Stone of Tear taking Callandor for the first time . He got out a silk shirt to go under it. He would wear the Asha`man Pins and carry the Dragon scepter with him this time. Thoughs of Rue came into his head and variouse emotions passed over the void . He smiled to himself , this was his chance to make up for a lot .... P.S. If this looks cut up and messed up , it probly is , Netcom Mail sucks , just thought you muns should know that :) Date: Fri, 28 Jun 1996 08:03:15 -0700 From: [email protected] (Todd Hortillosa ) Subject: Zetser king, his king . Well he never liked him anyway, But the Castle was still intact , but no one would live here now , not after what he did to it... He made his way to his old rooms and went to his Dads dresser. His dad had been a Royal and all that nonsence . He looked through and found the perfect thing . He laid out a pair of black pants and a white silk shirt with a ruffled collar , then got out a belt to go with it all, a simple leather belt with a silver buckle. He got out a long Red over coat , it has gold embroidery on the cuffs and on the collar , but it looked great to him, such finery wasted on himself he thought. He decided he would braid back his hair . THen it caught his eye, His dads formal cane , How he hated hi dad, but he had always wanted that cane even when he was a boy. Long and black and slender and the handle was a gold dragon head and he new tha secrets of this cane too... He grinned and walked over to it. Date: Fri, 28 Jun 1996 11:13:40 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: ROYAL BALL *In the Glittering Quartz castle, Simon and Viskaya make their preparations for the ball...* *In their bedroom, Viskaya lays out the White satin Gown Simon designed for her, Form-fitting with a loosely-flowing shirt, the bodice secured low in the back with a dew buttons and a wide satin bow.. On the front, transluscent, pearly beads form the stencil of a flying Phoenix on the chest, the wings following Viskaya's lithe form, leading up to Airy, chiffon sleeves... The flowing skirt trimmed with similar transluscent beads, the entire dress reminiscent of a Wedding Gown.... As she looks ar herself in the Mirror, Simon surprises her with a glittering Diamond tiara set in her long, white hair with black tiger streaks....* *Simon stands beside Viskaya, dresed in a simple, yet Elegant black tuxedo, with Forest green tie and Cumberbund (Or however it's spelled) The real cumberbund which does all the way around, the tied-off ends draped off one side... His wings, coppery red, draped over his Shoulders...* "A Night to Remember, my Love...." *Simon whispers into her ear...* "Aye, Love, I just hope I remember the Social Graces..." "Not to worry, Viskaya, they are quite simple to remember.." *Little do they know what approaches on the path between their Castle and the Palace of Arangoth...* SimnFenix and Lady Viskaya Date: Fri, 28 Jun 1996 12:15:34 -0500 From: Kirsten Miller <[email protected]> Subject: Re: ROYAL BALL Bryan Hoag (EE) wrote: > > *Simon stands beside Viskaya, dresed in a simple, yet Elegant black > tuxedo, with Forest green tie and Cumberbund (Or however it's spelled) > The real cumberbund which does all the way around, the tied-off ends > draped off one side... Hmmm.... Sounds like my band uniform... Or at least it made me think of it. And how can you stand to wear a cumberbund? Those things are too smeggin' uncomfortable... *gags about the fingerless, white gloves the sax players had to wear* -- 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: Fri, 28 Jun 1996 10:46:39 -0700 From: [email protected] Subject: Mitsu's dress Mitsu comes skipping gleefuly into her cottage having found the perfect dress for the ball. She twirls with it against her a couple of times giggling happily, then hangs it up so she could look at it. It is a long ball gown that has a lavander satan under dress with lavender taffita covering it in a lace pattern. There is a laveneder Ribbon that is tied around her waist, and another lavender ribbon under the scooped neck with pretty lacy sleeves of taffita. All around the top just below her breast and around the base are small orange flowers, with a hoop skirt that goes under it all. Grinning happily Mitsu mumbles...."I think I did pretty good at choosing my dress myself....I 'ope Zetser likes it." Mitsu then skips off to get ready Date: Fri, 28 Jun 1996 13:28:22 -0500 From: Kirsten Miller <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Descriptions of attire Queen of Arangoth wrote: >You are ACCUALLY going to play with SIX Pc's at once??? YOU are insane > > MY GOD EVERYONE RUN RUN FOR YOUR LIVES.. THE EBIL MUN IS GONNA > BLOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! > MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! -- 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: Fri, 28 Jun 1996 14:53:05 -0400 From: Ash <[email protected]> Subject: Myn's Attire Cc: [email protected] ((One thing before i start.. Kirsy you are INSANE..good luck! *bows down to the master if she pulls this off*)) Myn runs ahead of Skylar as they walk through the field between the royal church and kylus's cabin. Skylar, looking healthier than she has in ages smiles brightly as Myn dashes through the front door, which was unlocked. Myn bolts into Sky's room, having been here before when Sky's babysat her.. :) ((ooc note: Skylar is Kylus's foster daughter and she lives with him.. no she's not like inlove with him or having affair or any of that stuff..just a note for those of you who don't know that.. :) )) Myn stops short gasps a lil and OOOOooooooooo'ing as she sees what has to be her dress that sky has made, (with some help of course) hanging on the closet door. Sky nearly knocked myn down since she was stopped right in the doorway and fights off a chuckle going over to the dress and taking it down smiling at myn. "Is that mine Sky?!?!?" myn blurts out as she runs over to sky's side. Smiling brightly secretly very very pleased that Myn likes it Sky nods wordlessly as she unhooks and unbuttons it since ball time is fast approaching. ******************Time passes********************************* Finally after much struggling and worn patence Sky she beams at Myn, as she stands ready before her. Myn, Kaejo and Menolly's 4 yr old daughter, and kylus's "date" (note kylus is NOT a pedifile (sp?) for u pervs). Myn's red curls cascaded softly over her shoulders as her dress, buttoning from her waist up to her throat with tiny pearl buttons the Forrest Green Satin which was the material the entire dress was made from reflected and bent the light from the many oil lamps Sky had lit earlier, making Myn's eyes shine brighter. The dress fitted at the waist then poofed out into a full skirt but not as much so as the other ladies at the ball but enough so that it stood out and of course myn had little black patton shoes on underneath which barely peaked out as she walked around.. But Myn was not walking, she literally DANCED and skippled around the room thrilled at how she looked like a "Big girl" now.. :) Sky just smiled and hoped Kylus would be ready soon. Myn stopped suddenly noticing that Sky was still in her plain white robes. "Sky, where is your dress?? Are you not going???" Sky was caught off guard "umm Myn, I don't think i will be going tonight.. *small sigh*" Myn frowned and thought for a moment then bounced over to Sky *huggling Sky's Waist as be she could in her dress* "Sky did nobody ask you?? You can come with me and the good man (aka Kylus).. i'm sure he wouldn't mind! " Sky smiled, touched by the thoughfulness of Myn and also amused at the thoughts of her father and myn attending the ball and huggled myn back carefully.. "Thank you sweetie but i think i will just stay here.. " ((Sky might come but she will be late.. after myn goes to bed.. i'm not the magik mun like Kirsy and can't pull of that clone stuff! :) love y'all and see u tonight! )) :) ~* Ash *~ Date: Fri, 28 Jun 1996 13:16:07 -0600 (MDT) From: [email protected] Subject: Royal Ball ((Happenes just before the ball)) Honer looks at the suit lhat his love picked out for him the privious night. It is a white ruffeled shirt with a purple vest and a matching cape fastened on by a decorated broach. Midnight black slacks and and black dragon leather boots. He carefull takes out a ornimental chest from under his bed chants a few words to disarm the magical traps on the chest and opens it. Instide is a jewl encrusted dagger given to him by his parents opon graduating fromn the accadamy of magic in Fay. He straps it on to his belt. He also takes out a thin golden chain with a locket at the end with a picture of his love inside "And this is my most prized posestion." he says. He looks in the mirror and says "There is something wrong......Oh yes the color." me chants a few words and the purple turns into a deep red "Ah now that is befitting for the last Red Mage of Fay." He looks quietly at the mirror for awile then leaves to pick up his love. (OCC) this happens just a little before the ball. the picture attached is of his love Aylissa
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____________________________________________________________________________ ________ Honer of Fay the last of the great Red Mages and keeper of the secrets of Fire Magic Date: Fri, 28 Jun 1996 18:01:29 -0400 (EDT) From: Jada Wyrthshire <[email protected]> Subject: Attire for the ball This evening, Jada will be wearing a full-length white satin embroidered ball gown. The sleeves appear to wrap around her shoulders, making the dress look strapless; the folds of fabric meeting at the bodice, giving her a hint of exposed cleavage. The bodice slopes down into a tight "V" at her waist, and the skirt flairs out traditionally full, supported by a crinoline or two. Embroidery of small flowers plays on the fabric, the thread being the same white at the gown. Elbow length gloves, a diamond and sapphire necklace and matching earrings will accessorize the gown, her shoes being hidden by its length. Her long blonde tresses will be drawn up in a bun on top of her head with soft wispy bangs, loose tendrils spiralling down randomly. Secured around the bun will be a diamond and sapphire tiara, showing her royal status. Date: Fri, 28 Jun 1996 18:28:26 -0500 From: [email protected] (Cullen Stevenson) Subject: Connors Attire for Ball Connor sits in his brightly lit pink dressing room, staring at himself dreamily in the mirror. "Oh i have nothing to wear," he sighs. He walks over to his closet and looks at the multitudes of loose, tan, Armani suits, and the rack of about a dozen mirrored oakleys. "Hmmmm" He puts a fresh set on, and heads for the ball. --- 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, 29 Jun 1996 01:14:51 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: End of the Evening ::Angel sits on the edge of her bed in her room...her gown crumpled on the floor and her dressed in a oversised shirt of her husbands..she rubs her temples trying to rid the throbbing in her head:: ::A quite knock on the door:: "Who is it?" ::not even looking up:: "Tis Narisa Angel..may I come in?" ::Narisa whispers into the door from the other side:: "Aye luv' come in" ::Angel continues to rub her temples:: ::Narisa walks in :: "G'eve sister, I was wondering why ye left so soon from the ball" ::Angel looks up and sighs:: "I had a meeting with Raven..and I was a bit exhausted. Did ye have a nice time?" Says her expression still dulled. ::Narisa's face lights up:: "Oh Aye! Twas splended! ::Plops down next to Angel. "Spectre looked SO handsome tonight don't ye agree?!" ::Angel looks up at Narisa with a bit of a disgusted look:: "Tis your opinion dear sister ye don't want to know mine" ::Narisa Frowns:: "Why are ye in such a bad mood?" ::Angel looks away and up to the King's portrait:: "I just miss Blk that's all..tis been a hellish week and the ball just wasn't the same without him" ::Narisa Sighs:: "Oh...aye..i'm sorry Alysia, I was selfish going on about Spectre..Blk will return soon ::Rests a hand on Angel's:: "Then ye will be in good spirits again" ::Angel smiles:: "not a minute before he returns...I feel lost without him..so much is going on and I feel as though it's spinning out of control" ::Narisa Smiles:: "Don't worry.. all will be well. Ye did a great job with the ball..I do believe it was a success..I had a wonderful time!" ::Angel pats Narisa's hand and forces a smile:: "That's good luv' I'm glad" ::Suddenly the door of Angel's room kicks open with a loud explosive sound.. Both Narisa and Angel jump.. Angel reaching to her side for her sword only to realize to late that it is across the room resting against the dresser:: ::A Large shadow looms in the doorway. Narisa screams and Angel curses:: ::And in an instant...they both vanish:: **************************************************************************** ***************************** 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 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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, 28 Jun 1996 21:47:50 -0400 From: Kylus Dragonsbane <[email protected]> Subject: Attire... >Date: Fri, 28 Jun 1996 21:11:26 >To: [email protected] >From: Kylus Dragonsbane <[email protected]> >Subject: Attire... > >Kylus tries on the dark pants, and the new, white shirt his daughter made for him. He puts on a green sash, with the symbol of his Order done in silver thread--the sash of the Head of the Order. As a final touch, a decorative patch goes on his shoulder for Aislyn, so she does not pull the threads of the shirt with her talons. He smiles sadly to himself as he looks in the mirror, and combs his hair--he hasn't looked as good since that day two years ago. Kingarhn flickers rapidly, and looks back at the blade, and nods... > "Yes I know...I was just thinking about that...you remember as well I see." Again the flickering, and Kylus shakes his head, "Yes I guess neither of us will forget that...but its done and neither one of us can change it....no matter how much we want to." The sword flickers again, apparently in the affirmative, then again and Kylus looks at it. > "No you can't go tonight! I doubt everyone will be armed....I will summon you if your needed Kingarhn...sorry, old friend but this one is for me alone." >With that, he tucks a small devorative dagger in one of his new-shined boots and polishes the solid onyx ring on his finger a little before heading out the door, towards Drache Hall... > >Inside, Kingarhn flickers indignantly.. > >~* Well now...what am _I_ supposed to do all night??! Hmmph! *~ > Date: Fri, 28 Jun 1996 21:57:51 -0400 From: Dave Crampton <[email protected]> Subject: Descriptions of attire ISEA NIGHTFALL > "The night is dark... And WHY does Jake have to escort me?! I can take care of >myself, dammit!" She shakes her head, the high collar of her long, red dress brushing >against her chin and her dreadlocks sweep along it. The skirt drops to her feet, hiding >them. It's dark red with gold trim on it and the long velvet sleeves have white lace >flowing from the cuffs and over her hands. She waits... anger building up with each >moment... "One wrong word and Jake is mincemeat..." She closes her eyes and slips an >amulet around her neck and drops it down the front of her dress to hide it. Jake looks at himself in the mirror. His suit is made of extremely deep blue silk, catching the blacklites of the RedFang bar strangely. He has on a white shirt, which glows purple in the UV light. A blood red tie is around his neck. He grins into the mirror and moves his wrists slightly. Two knives slip down from the inside of his sleeves. 'Just in case.' He fits the knives back into the specially-made sheaths and pats the inside pocket of his suit jacket, feeling the tazer there. 'I always seem to get attacked at the crappiest moments....' He thinks about Isea....'This is gonna be one hell of a wacky night....' He picks up a long-stemmed black rose that is laying on the bartop and heads out the door, through the portal, and into Arangoth.... -- 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, 29 Jun 1996 04:57:08 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> Subject: Fury of the Phoenix! *Leareth, Simon, Thunderman, Timathiea, Tyramethyst, and Tiamat Shatter the Cyberspace-Realspace barrier, and launch an All-out Attack on the University of South Florida servers...* "Damn You ALL!!!" *Simon Screams angrily as one Irresponsiblr worker after another falls before him for refusing to fix a simple problem..." Sorry I missed the Ball.. I busted my Arse in Real Life to get home in time from Work, only to get 5 Hours of Server oroblems at USF. Bryan, Simon's Furious Mundane.... Date: Sat, 29 Jun 1996 05:00:52 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> Subject: Re: End of the Evening *To Compound his Problems, Simon feels the Pain and Fear of AngelSin's dissapearance, with an Echoung Scream of Pain and Rage that thunders from his castle....! SimnFenix On Sat, 29 Jun 1996, Queen of Arangoth wrote: > > > ::Angel sits on the edge of her bed in her room...her gown crumpled on the > floor and her dressed in a oversised shirt of her husbands..she rubs her > temples trying to rid the throbbing in her head:: > > ::A quite knock on the door:: > > "Who is it?" ::not even looking up:: > > "Tis Narisa Angel..may I come in?" ::Narisa whispers into the door from the > other side:: > > "Aye luv' come in" ::Angel continues to rub her temples:: > > ::Narisa walks in :: "G'eve sister, I was wondering why ye left so soon from > the ball" > > > ::Angel looks up and sighs:: "I had a meeting with Raven..and I was a bit > exhausted. Did ye have a nice time?" Says her expression still dulled. > > ::Narisa's face lights up:: "Oh Aye! Twas splended! ::Plops down next to > Angel. "Spectre looked SO handsome tonight don't ye agree?!" > > ::Angel looks up at Narisa with a bit of a disgusted look:: "Tis your > opinion dear sister ye don't want to know mine" > > ::Narisa Frowns:: "Why are ye in such a bad mood?" > > ::Angel looks away and up to the King's portrait:: "I just miss Blk that's > all..tis been a hellish week and the ball just wasn't the same without him" > > ::Narisa Sighs:: "Oh...aye..i'm sorry Alysia, I was selfish going on about > Spectre..Blk will return soon ::Rests a hand on Angel's:: "Then ye will be > in good spirits again" > > ::Angel smiles:: "not a minute before he returns...I feel lost without > him..so much is going on and I feel as though it's spinning out of control" > > ::Narisa Smiles:: "Don't worry.. all will be well. Ye did a great job with > the ball..I do believe it was a success..I had a wonderful time!" > > ::Angel pats Narisa's hand and forces a smile:: "That's good luv' I'm glad" > > ::Suddenly the door of Angel's room kicks open with a loud explosive sound.. > Both Narisa and Angel jump.. Angel reaching to her side for her sword only > to realize to late that it is across the room resting against the dresser:: > > ::A Large shadow looms in the doorway. Narisa screams and Angel curses:: > > ::And in an instant...they both vanish:: > > **************************************************************************** > ***************************** > 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 > ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ > 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, 29 Jun 1996 06:35:06 -0700 From: [email protected] (Becky Fisher) Subject: Angel...and Narisa...Gone?? ::Soft opens her eyes in the early morning light, to a loud banging on the door. She sees the flash of her love, as he runs out the door, weapon in hand, and hears him moving down the stairs. He returns after a few moments, a look of shock on his face. "What is it?!" I ask. "My love," he replies, "Your friends, Angel and Narisa....are missing.":: "My heart is heavy. This cannot be real. How can this be?? By the gods, there are many fools in this land!" ::Soft closes her eyes, and the rears begin to roll down her cheeks. She prays quietly for the safety, and swift return of Angel and Narisa...:: Date: Sat, 29 Jun 1996 12:26:45 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Just cause Angel asked me not to, i *have* to post this....<g> Narisa....if you look at the name backwards its asiran....now...switch the i with a y...asyran.... **smiles and crosses his arms over his chest in triumph** and i think we all know now that Narisa.....IS ACTUALLY A SPY FOR THE ASYRI! .... or however you spelled it....BUT!!...she wouldnt betray her own SISTER by inviting treason into our midst....so....i think its safe to say....NARISA IS A DOUBLE AGENT!! SHE SPYING ON THE ASYRI WHILE SHES SUPPOSED TO BE SPYING ON *US*!!!!....BUT!!! we also knwo that angels mun likes twist endings.....so...we have to also assume...THAT NARISA IS A TRIPLE AGENT!!! SHES SPYING ON US WHILE SUPPOSED TO BE SPYING ON THE ASYRI WHILE SUPPOSED TO BE SPYING ON US!!!! BUT!!! id bet shes also into tricking people, therefore, SHE WOULD LIKE TO BETRAY HER EMPLOYERS!!! **RandoM goes on and on until Narisa is accused of betraying not only the asyri, arangoth, the penguin nation of antarctica, the moonpeople, a cockroach halfway house in lower Rhydin, as well as an entire franchise of 7-11's in boston, mass, before RandoM has an embolism and falls over...** Date: Sat, 29 Jun 1996 12:36:59 -0700 (PDT) From: Sylvia Dvorsky <[email protected]> Subject: I'M BACK!! Just a note to tell you all that the trip went well and that I am here safely...of course poor Stephen is in shock because I am a bit early! like four days! I can't help it if my car is so good that it didn't break down or anything.....can you believe it? I swear that old car is like Chitty-chitty bang-bang...she would do anything I asked...and if she had wings I am sure she would fly. OK enough of my rambling...petal/crysalin/Menolly and whoever else I can come up with is bacvk!!! so look for me once in a while ok? ~Sylvia (yeah thats the muns name) ~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all. Date: Sat, 29 Jun 1996 20:14:43 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: ScarecroW Information for anyone who decides to have anything to do with this PC If anyone has seen my newest creation, youve prolly seen how ScarecroW just sits there all quietlike and does a random bit of mischief here and there....well....heres the sitch.... ScarecroW is a lich who is basically ticked off at anyone who is alive <g>... he cant be harmed by normal weapons, so please, if you slice him up and he just laughs at you, go read a handbook and realize im IC <g>.... ScarecroW isnt his name, he just adopted it for himself....he was a necromancer of known repute several dozen centuries (yep, i finally get one of the PCs who happens to be older than dirt...hes so old that he suggested the name "God" for god when God came into being....) who was killed by a conclave of other necromancers who crucified him and left him in a field until he died....but when he died, he awoke as a lich, his magic having carried him into his unlife....he ripped himself free of his bindings and now exists on the negative plane with a horde of all sorts of evils at his control.... ok....just wanted to get that out in the open <g> StEvE Date: Sat, 29 Jun 1996 22:05:17 -0400 From: Merikus Marquisto <[email protected]> CC: BlackDragon <[email protected]>, [email protected], [email protected] Subject: An Appology.... ((Everyone: This letter is from Mirl, but because of Mail problems, I am sending it for her.)) ------------ I, Lady Mirl 'Owenelae Sagarath Lune Marquisto, hereby do appoligize for any comments made against the one who was known as Lord Troth before, and after, his death. I am sorry for any greaf that this may have caused with his friends or family. I am appoligizing for this because I did not want this to become this large of an issue, and it was also an inappopiate act for someone in my position to attack someone on that level. Lady Mirl 'Owenelae Sagarath Lune Marquisto Lady of the 'Owenelae Estates Sister of Lea 'Owenelae Lune Sister of Locke 'Owenelae Kanen Wife of Merikus 'Owenelae Marquisto Date: Sat, 29 Jun 1996 23:53:55 -0400 (EDT) From: "Hudson's Petting Zoo" <[email protected]> Subject: Raych on vaca *stands up on a small soapbox* Just an announcement to all.. (from Raych's mun) I'm going to be visiting my fiancee from 6th to 11th July, so I won't be anywhere near the Inn. I'm still figuring what kind of plot to send Raych on to coincide. ;) (Probably gonna send him to visit his family, who he's recently discovered he has. Some of ya might remember my fiancee. She was in the Inn as Alora until mid-May.) Raych's mun ---- Eric Hudson, mundane form of Sir Raych Kjeldoran IV [email protected] [email protected] - ICACCS Big Mac, Felafel, and a side of fries. -James Taylor, "Slap Leather," 1991 ---- Date: Sun, 30 Jun 1996 00:46:11 -0400 (EDT) From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <[email protected]> Subject: Wedding Announcement, Update and Revision. On Wednesday, July 3rd at Midnight, EST, (Yes, the Midnight border between July 3rd and July 4th, THe Church of Arangoth shall be Celebrating the Wedding of Emperor Simon Horus Phoenix of Phoenecia, and lady Viskaya. All citizens of Arangoth, Asyr, and All surrounding Realms are Invited to attend. ((OOC note here, THis plot is already set, so No, I won't be asking for last-minute revisions. I will Also accept No interference of Any sort in the Wedding Procedure, I'm sure ANgelSin and BlkDragon will support me on this.)) SimnFenix and Viskaya Date: Sun, 30 Jun 1996 00:56:25 -0500 (CDT) From: Arianeira de Gwynned <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Wedding Announcement, Update and Revision. A >((OOC note here, THis plot is already set, so No, I won't be asking for >last-minute revisions. I will Also accept No interference of Any sort in >the Wedding Procedure, I'm sure ANgelSin and BlkDragon will support me on >this.)) > >SimnFenix and Viskaya > > >it's not like you never interfere simon. and you don't even ask, usually. > Arianeira Aiobhell de Gwynedd Ard-rian of Keltia, Emperess of the West, Fian and Bandraoi ++++++++==+++++++++ + //----\\//----\\+ + ||oooo//\\oooo||+ + \\==== xx ====//+ + //==== xx === \\+ + ||oooo\\//oooo||+ + \\----//\\----//+ ++++++++==+++++++++ [actually her mun, but hey, that's good too, because if it wasn't, you'd really have to wonder who was writing this...oh well..I'll shut up now....] that's supposed to be a keltic knot....oh well... [*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*] "WHen something's going wrong, inside of you Burdens bearing down and seeping through. Well, I don't want to bleed anymore for you ANd I don't want to breed any hatred too." Just watching while your world, it just floats around ANd now you've got to leave, 'cause it's crashing down. Well I don't want to sing you guarentees ANd I don't wanna cling to our use-to-bes. So get your heart, just get your soul, just get yourself on out of here! Just take your hurt, just take your pain, just get yourself on out of here! Wasting time! that's all you do if your waiting for me! Wasting time! I don't see what you think I see! Wasting time! That's all you do if you're waiting for me! Wasting Time! I don't want what you think of me!" -Collective soul, "wasting time", hints, allegations and things left unsaid "Blue winds rolling, visions in my mind. ANd a strange voice calling, journey's at an end, journey's at an end!" -Clannad, "Journey's End" macella, 1983? Date: Sun, 30 Jun 1996 00:36:58 -0600 From: [email protected] (OneStab) Subject: Arangoth Ambushed 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 Queen AngelSin, I have grave news. Yesternight, during our festivities, Prefect Xandur and his malignant horde crossed into Arangoth and destroyed several villages near the boarder. Worse, his army continues its advance, sped by near two score of the strongest, tireless horses ever witnessed. (I assume these be horses stolen in an Asyri raid from Warden Tyntigal's stock near RhyDin, but I am nae yet certain.) Before Xandur's mob lie the open plains. I suggest we retreat any and all forces to the forests surrounding SoulDeep, there to make another stand against the onrushing foe. Prefect Xandur has drawn blood of our countrymen, by my sword he will pay with his life for his deeds. I request this note be made public so all Arangoth may see the treachery of Asyr. The wounded lists from the battle also here: ^Knight - Critically wounded, will survive with time to recover. Scathe - Suffered severe damage to his outter exo-skin. Condition unknown. Krynn - Took a near mortal stab to the abdomen, heroic friends pulling him from the battle and saving him. The war was not without loss of life. Many inexperienced men and women took up arms against our enemy, hewn down they were like wheat by the Sythe. More now live in captivity. Man and woman alike will be abused and broken, slaves to whims of a cursed race. Also sustaining minor injuries were: Quickening, Hawke, and Obsidiana My Queen, A formal call to arms must be made. The Asyri will be upon us soon, Castle Black and the Inn must nae fall. As always, I remain your Faithful and Loyal Servant, Warden OneStab First Knight of Arangoth ((Ps.. Thanks to all participants.. the battle went more smoothly than I had dared imagine.. your cooperation was dearly appreciated.. Again.. any suggestions for rules alterations will be considered.. but please send them directly to ME.. not the BDI and CC lists. PPS.. Logs of the ambush are available on request.. again... please send the request to ME only. PPS.. Look for the next battle.. coming in approx 10 days.)) Date: Sat, 29 Jun 1996 23:40:15 -0700 From: [email protected] (Todd Hortillosa ) Subject: Re: Just cause Angel asked me not to, i *have* to post this....<g> When I grow up , I hope I get to be as smart as you! I could never have figured that out !. How'd you do it? TOdd the mun and his pc gang of Zetser al`Thor and some others Date: Sun, 30 Jun 1996 10:18:49 -0700 (PDT) From: Syl <[email protected]> Subject: Sun`zen Life X-Sender: [email protected] Date: Sat, 29 Jun 1996 20:20:44 -0400 To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: Sun`zen Life ::::::::::This is Sun`zen's Life Story:::::::::::::: Before the time of the war between the Invaders of the 3rd New Atlantis Time-Line, there was born the 1st son of the Aerihza Clan, he was named Sun`zen Jul`Kair Aerihza, named after a former champion of Light and Darkness, the once proud and gracious warriors of the old kingdom, known only as the Knights of the Rainbow....In time Sun`zen broke from the reigns of his father and traveled back thru the Timeline to the 1st Altantis of some 4,000,000 years ago, there he trained under the watchful attention of the Masters of Time and Space, and learned the arts of Alchemy; the making of Magical Tattoo's; The Making of Rune Weapons:Greater & Lesser; and the Art of Opening Mental Rifts to any TimeLine:on any of the earth's thru the dimensions, and the multi-verse, and negaverse.....and thru this he traveled onward to other worlds, gaining more knowledge than any Atlantean had before him, he learn to tap into the very mystical forces that surround all in the Air and within the Earth. With this new knowledge, he continued his search for the reason to his being....finally become a Healer on a World where Healer's where in much desire and need, by this time he was only 18 yrs old in physical appearance, but had seen over 250 years of life.....he fought alongside the first Undead Slayers of Atlantis, the Warriors of New Atlantis...the Warriors of Wormwood...the Time Masters of the Negaverse, learning the mechanics behind the wheel of Time....and finally he made his first mistake, he was the one to open a Rift from the Spllyn Homeworld to Altantis of Rifts Earth.... He travelled back alongside the Spllyn, not as a captive but as a friend and advisor.....he then was trained by his father as a Sunaj Assassin, at the time seeing this a most honorable and noble thing....he traveled to all the Dimensions and Multi-verse, seeking out new allies for the Sunaj....soon become the Lord of the Sunaj, and Master Assassin with that guild....his travels finally lead him to a world rich in old magic, the Lands of Arangoth, a world in turmoil and ripe for the Sunaj to use as a new base of Operation.....soon with the help of his full Sister and a number of Stone Wizards, a Temple to rival the mightiest of Atlantis was raised deep within Arangoth, hidden beneath many viels of darkness and illusions, that made to seem to be just an immense forest/jungle, untamed by any.....before he could begin the full operation, it was learned that another Atlantean was within this world that would pose a problem, and it was ordered, to seek him out, learn as to if he would ally with the Sunaj or would be killed as a threat.....it was here Sun`zen learned his second mistake, his underestimate the talents of Kaejo Ruatha, a line of Atlantean formerly thought to be dead. He became friends with this Kaejo, and then later learned he had a sister, and from this friendship thru off the shackles of Sunaj assassin and became once again Sun`zen. He traveled the lands of this world sampling the many new sensations he came to gain, falling for a nymph called Chryss/Crysalin, then later, fell in love with Isis Amon of RhyDin....also he gained the understanding he was a Knight of the Rainbow, a Dragon Warrior, not just a simple assassin....and so became forming new alliances with many different races, one being the Ancients of the Shadows...beings older than Time itself, they taught him the new skills to become a Knight of the Rainbow, and now reigns as the only living Knight in the Multiverse and Negaverse.....and then later returned to the Pyramid/Temple, and thru its overgrowth, grew gardens(many) of the Rainbow Roses....their petals granting many females more and deeper understanding of their souls and lives.....these roses...are only known to a few, and these gardens can only be reached by him, and a few others.....Here he began forming his new plans for the world...watching and listening from the darkness of the Shadows...becoming more dragon with each new day...and gaining more insight into the worlds of man........... He was once the champion of a tournament in Arangoth, then became known as a traitor, then later a simple friend to many, then on one fateful night he has broken his word as a Altantean, and finally became what he trully is........and new ally of the Asyrian Nation....offering his many abilities, talents, and skills to their use, for the betterment of their Nation, since he was never taken serious by any within the Lands of Arangoth. -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: Sun, 30 Jun 1996 10:21:20 -0700 (PDT) From: Syl <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Wedding Announcement, Update and Revision. At 12:46 AM 6/30/96 -0400, you wrote: > > > >On Wednesday, July 3rd at Midnight, EST, (Yes, the Midnight border between >July 3rd and July 4th, THe Church of Arangoth shall be Celebrating the Hey I am honored that you chose my birthday for your wedding Simon. Sorry for the one line response but...well you know how it is...~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all. Date: Sun, 30 Jun 1996 15:23:43 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Raych on vaca HAAAAAAVE FUUUUUUUN RAYCHINKINS!!!!!!! **RandoM shrinks down in size and hides in Raych's bag, giggling with glee as he gets to go on his first vacation in the past 10 minutes...** Date: Sun, 30 Jun 1996 19:26:04 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: The sister's lost ((quick note* don't jump into this plot without asking thanks)) ::Angel moans opening her eyes but seeing nothing but darkness..feels around her surroundings and feels nothing but sand:: <q>"Sand? where in the hell am I?" ::Suddenly light bursts onto the scene.. Angel looks up blinking trying to adjust her eyes to the sudden light and sees she is in a small tent..with candles lit all around. She jumps up suddenly then wavering a bit.. She places a hand on her head feeling a large bump.. She winces then looks around again.. Her eyes stop at the dark corner of the tent. There emerging from the shadow is a woman..with long black hair and deep violet eyes. "Good evening Your Majesty" the woman says flatly. ::Angel Glares:: "Who are ye?! Where am I? Where is my sister?" :The woman smirks and walks up slowly to Angel..her hips swaying and a nonchalant look upon her face:: "Don't worry Your Highness...your sister is safe.....for the time being" ::Angel glares and reaches out for the womans throat:: "Damnit Asyri wench tell me where she is right now!" ::The woman cackles:: "First of all, I'm nay Asyri, second ,Harm me and my guards will go to your dear sweet sister and slit her throat before ye can get to her" ::Angel seethes releasing her grip:: "Who in the hell are ye then woman? Why have to abducted my sister and I?" ::The woman grins circling Angel:: "I, Your emenance am Dellila. Tis such a pleasure to meet thee.."::Her words drip off her tongue with utter sarcasm::. "Really, tis nothing personal..but I had no choice. To get what I want had to involve your abduction." ::Angel's eyes narrow:: "And WHAT is it that ye plan to do with us? And what of my sister? Why have ye taken her?" ::Dellila l meets Angel's eyes:: "Oh, tis simple..I'm going to hand you both over to Prefect Xandur." ::smiles:: ::Angel's eyes grown black and her mouth drops:: "What?! Are ye mad?!" ::Dellila nods matter of fact like:: "I need a new home you see... My homeland...well..lets just say my homeland and I don't get along" ::Angel looks at her in disbelief:: "What? Well then why not settle in Arangoth?! Ye would be welcome there! Why would ye go to such extremes for somewhere to live?" ::Dellila chuckles::"Oh dear lady godz no. I don't just want somewhere to live, I want power" ::her eyes darken and her expression changes to greed:: "You are the reinging woman in Arangoth..and obviously I couldn't get what I need from *You* or your weak people! Now Xandur on the other hand, can give me power, and the Asry will destroy Arangoth. And *I* will have power in your kingdom!" ::Angel's eyes narrow:: "You nor the Asyri will ever take Arangoth!.. My husband, King Blkdragon will be looking for me...Be prepared to feel his wrath!!" ::Dellilia smirks:: "That is something that I have anticipated and the reason I have taken your sister too..For if the mightly Blkdragon does come..and does rescue ye...your sister will be killed...so you see, I am quite safe from your dear husband.... Besides, Arangoth has already lost the first battle! Aye your highness, Asyri invaded your borders while you idiot's were dancing away at your frivilous ball!! Ha! You've already lost men and women in the battlefield! It won't take much before Arangoth is taken!" ::Angel watches Dellila, not taking her eyes from her, and not showing any emotions, though inside her heart breaking..*godz this is all my fault.. I let my guard down..and now, Arangothian's have died..and Narisa is*.........:: "WHERE IS MY SISTER!!!" ::Dellila's eyes narrow:: "Ye had best watch thy tone your highness, for now you and your sister's lives depend on ME. Your sister, as I said before, is safe. Don't worry. Now, I suggest ye get some sleep, you'll need your beauty rest for tomorrow.. after all ye are about to meet your new keeper" ::Laughs and walks out of the tent:: ::Angel clenches her teeth and thinks to herself. First thing I do when I get out of this...is kill that witch! Spins around the tent looking for any possible way to get out.. :: **************************************************************************** ***********************Meanwhile time passes and in another area*** ::Narisa looks around her tent...still in her evening gown, torn and tattered and shaking from the cold night air:: ::The flap to the tent opens and Dellila enters:: "G'eve princess' ::Narisa looks up with a start:: "G'eve.. please ye must help me.. My sister and I were kidnapped and I don't know where she is! We are being held here!" ::Dellila laughs:: "Why of course ye are. Ye are MY prisoner dear" ::Narisa's eyes widen:: <q>"what? Why?" ::Dellila sighs:: "Do I have to explain this again? I am handing you and your sister over to Xandur..I plan on striking a bit of a bargain" ::Grins:: ::Cries:: "What?! Ye can't do that! Why would ye want to do such a thing?! My sister could pay ye.. Handsomely if ye just release us please!" ::Dellila smirks:: "I don't want money ye fool! I want POWER..and that I shall have when I deliver ye two to Xandur" ::Narisa takes in Dellila's words and stands:: "Ye will never get away with this! They will come for us! Spectre! He will know I'm missing and come for me!" ::Dellila thinks quickly:: "Oh...poor sweet princess..ye did not hear?" ::Narisa looks at her:: "Hear what?" ::Dellila acts saddened:: "I know of this Spectre ye speak of..for he.. well..he was killed last night in the raid at the Arangoth borders" ::Narisa turns pale:: <w>What? What raid? No..you are mistaken ::Dellila shakes her head giving Narisa a compationate look:: "Asry invaded the Arangoth borders last night while the ball was in progress. Spectre was in that battle and was killed. Twas right before I had my men capture you and your sister. I saw it happen myself..I am truely sorry dear" ::Narisa stands not able to move...her heart utterly shattered...::: ::Dellila revils inside from her little lie. *Oh Dellila you are brilliant! now this little waif will be convinced that her luv is dead and she won't be any trouble at all*:: "Well you see dear, you cannot win..it's best that you don't put up a fight and just go along with it.. I'm sure Xandur will be kind to ye" ::Laughs to herself:: ::Narisa steadies herself and manages to sit on a small cot::<w>Spectre ::Dellila smiles :: "Get some sleep Princess..we have alot to do tomorrow" and walks out of the tent. ::Narisa not hearing Dellila or even noticing her leave sits in shock...Tears begin to well up in her eyes..Fighting to take a breath that seems to just not be there she suddenly Slams her body down onto the cot her face on the dingy pillow and screams into it while flooding tears flow:: "Nooo!!!" ::She weeps into the night..not able to sleep for feeling of the wrenching pain in her stomach..and heart.. She whispers through her tears "Oh please god...please....forgive my thoughts of hatred...but....so help me...I will somehow revenge his death and kill whoever did this to him" **************************************************************************** ***************************** 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 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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: Sun, 30 Jun 1996 15:27:57 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Re: Just cause Angel asked me not to, i *have* to post this....<g> actually Todd....its not a matter of intelligence, its all in the amount of time one places into pondering over seemingly meaningless material...i just looked at her name and for some god knows what reason, turned it backwards.... <g> RandoM-logic took over from there...heheheh....and when i grow up i wanna be a fireman who arrests people on space sattelites, while curing diseases after fighting a supreme court case... StEvE Date: Sun, 30 Jun 1996 21:51:17 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: Re: The sister's lost ((From Simon)) *Simon, reeling from the Loss of power from being cut off from AngelSin, again joins FireIce and Arianeira in a combined effort to search Arangoth and the surrounding area for AngelSin, or any sign of her...* SimnFenix and his Mundane. ((Angel's Post)) **somewhere out in the middle of the desert** ::Dellila sits at her campfire ready to head back to the Asyr camp to speak with Xandur:: "ah..my plan is unfolding perfectly...soon I shall have the power I deserve" ::Suddenly she feels another shockwave::"Damnit! That fool is trying again" ::She closes her eyes and tilts her chin up as her body changes into a black mist....two explosions of white and black energy fly off into the direction of Angel and Narisa's makeshift prisons:: ::She reforms:: "Ah there..that out to keep him away for awhile" ::Satisfied that her prisoners are safe from any magical location spells Dellila mounts her horse and rides off into the darkness:: **************************************************************************** ***************************** 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 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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: Sun, 30 Jun 1996 22:13:19 From: [email protected] (Queen of Arangoth) Subject: Re: Just cause Angel asked me not to, i *have* to post this....<g> this string is OFFICIALLY closed Ok guys..this one has nothing to do with me so stop using that subject..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 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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: Sun, 30 Jun 1996 19:27:16 -0500 From: Jimmie Bragdon <[email protected]> Subject: A Grim Discovery... (( Standard disclaimer, short version: don't jump in without asking)) Spectre storms out of the Inn, muttering to himself. "Pompus ass...thinks he knows everything. Emporer of brown-nosing if you ask me. Still, he could be right, I've nae seen Narisa since the ball, nor the Queen since she pulled me from the ball to have a talk with me. She just can't stand the thought of her sister with me...but, her threats are empty, she'd never hurt me because Narisa would never forgive her." Spectre starts up the final road to Castle Black. "And what were these rumors about an invasion? Sounds like maybe the Asyr decided to make thier move. Well, a war is always good business for me, I just prefer not to be living in one of the warring nations usually." Spectre approaches the Castle gates, there are a few guards, but they look haggard and nervous, and the gates are closed, but that is normal this time of night. A guard calls down, "State your name and business." "It's Spectre, and I have to speak with the Princess, let me in." The guard looks to his companion, then back, "Its too late, audiences are held during the day, come back tomorrow." "I don't want a friggin audience, now let me in dammit.." "Sorry sir, it would be better if you came back in the morning." "Listen, are you going to let me in, or am I going to let myself in? Allowing me in at an inconvienent time would get you in quite a bit less trouble then allowing me to sneak past you and get in anyway. Your call, either way, I'm coming in." The two guards look at each other with nervous glances. One sighs and calls down "Open the gate" Spectre enters as soon as theres enough space and heads for the keep without giving the guards a second glance. Passing across the grounds he notices that the guards are in a bit of disorder, and some have wounds. He quickens his pace and, arriving at the keep, enters. "It's late...I'll check the Queens study and the princesses chambers, bound to be in one of those." He heads towards the study first, knowing from Narisa that she and the Queen often talk into the night there. Arriving, he finds the study empty, and the hearth there cold. "Hmm...no fire recently," he places his handon the large oil lamp on the table, "Thats cold too...odd. I'm not liking the way this is heading...I haven't run into a single guard since the front gates." He frowns and quickly leaves and heads down the hallway. Arriving at the door to Narisa's chambers, he knocks loudly. "Narisa?" "Narisa, it's Spectre...open the door." Silence. He reaches down and turns the handle, pushing the unlocked door open. Quickly he enters the room, looking around. Seeing nobody, he walks into the actual bedchamber to find an untouched bed and another cold hearth. Turning quickly, he whips into the corridor and heads for the Royal Bedchambers at a silent run. When he arrives he sees the door already open, and a bit battered. He rushes through the foyer and into the bedchambers, looking around quickly. The bedsheets are a mess, as well as the rug on the floor, obvious signs of some sort of struggle. He scans the room a bit mroe carefully and sees the Queen's sword hanging from its hook on the wall. "She'd never leave the castle without that, especially on the brink of war." He looks down and sees a torn piece of silver fabric on the floor. He curses loudly, grabs the Queen's sword and loops its scabbard around his back, picks up the scrap of silver silk, and gives the room a careful inspection before he leaves the castle and returns to the Inn. Entering the inn, he heads straight to the bar, ordering a double shot of rum. He drinks it swiftly and shatters the glass on the bar, then gets up and heads for his room. Closing the door behind him, he takes out his ninja-to and wipes the blade with a soft cloth. Holding the sword before him, blade up, he takes out the scrap of silver silk and lets it fall. It lands on the blade, but only for a moment as it slides down the blade and falls into two pieces. "Someone will pay for this with thier blood." ========================================================== // Jimmie Bragdon | [email protected] | /\ \\ \\ User Administrator | www.io.com/~jimmie | / \ // // Illuminati Online | | / () \ \\ \\ ============================================= / \ // /________\ Date: Sun, 30 Jun 1996 19:55:52 -0500 From: [email protected] (Cullen Stevenson) Subject: Re: Just cause Angel asked me not to, i *have* to post this....<g> Hmmm.. Steve backwards is Evets.. Evets??? Mario Evets the mass murderer from a couple decades back! Its you!!! --- 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 ----------------------------------------- ADDITIONAL POSTINGS NOT SENT TO MAIN LIST ----------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 14 Jun 1996 20:21:13 -0400 From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Fwd: Revelations (pt.2) --------------------- Forwarded message: Subj: Fwd: Revelations (pt.2) Date: 96-06-14 20:12:48 EDT From: Lysira To: [email protected] read this first --------------------- Forwarded message: Subj: Fwd: Revelations (pt.2) Date: 96-06-13 18:40:31 EDT From: Lysira To: [email protected] CC: [email protected],[email protected] CC: [email protected] CC: [email protected] CC: [email protected],StrmCrest CC: [email protected],[email protected] Carthania had been destroyed. Cathay quickly tumbled onto his knees, his hands covered in blood. While the Asyrians were attacking, he had managed to escape through one of the underground caves beneath the castle. Slowly turning his eyes towards the sounds of burning flames, they changed into a deep magenta, watching his beloved home burn into the darkness. No one else had escaped. While watching the walls blaze into a horrible fury, he realized there was little chance any of his servants had found refuge from the attacks. The Gaiscioch's claims he had defected to the Asyrian Army had caused his forces to be slowly lessened and lessened, until there was only a handful of men expected to guard the Arangoth borders. And now, because this had happened, the enemy had managed to push through the Carthanian Range: giving them an open battle plan into Queen AngelSin's territories. Moaning beneath his breath, Cathay raised his hands towards his face, wishing this was a dream. And that was when he noticed the wound. He had been fighting so many Asyrian soldiers, there was no way he could have acknowledged any injuries he received, without giving up ground. Unfortunately, even when he had resorted to changing into the Val'halra demon, the pure mass of enemy men had overwhelmed him. His torso had been slashed open many times, some incisions running nearly through him. Swallowing deeply, he attempted to stand. However, he had no strength. The mild realization he had been wounded so badly had forced the second realization his muscles were aching; Cathay had no more defense to give. Biting his bottom lip as he reached a hand towards his torso, hoping there was a way he could heal his wounds, he blinked as a sudden dizzyness washed his senses. Oustretching a hand towards the ground, he again released a deep groan from beneath his breath, blood seeping into his mouth. And while he desperately tried to push away from the grounds, perhaps to call upon his Val'halra demon oncemore, he feintly noticed five figures settled upon horses, watching him from the woods. Squinting his eyes, guessing they were Asyrians who had found him, he succombed to the dread entering his figure - knowing he would not win another battle. Taking in a deep breath as they approached, he reached for the blade at his side..... And then he gasped. A feeling had suddenly entered him, something he had only recently come to know... Something he felt when around Si'ganth..... These men.... were Val'halra. --------------------- Forwarded message: Subj: Revelations (pt.2) Date: 96-06-12 02:48:45 EDT From: Sir Cathay To: Sir Cathay,RangerBlue,BuzzVampyr To: DarbenGray,Goldendust,Jojama To: Merikus,Swiftsilvr,Tyntigal To: DragonTayI,[email protected] To: [email protected],RosesBlush To: [email protected],WrynBlue To: LadyMirl,Lysira To: [email protected] To: [email protected],Merentha Carthania had been destroyed. Cathay quickly tumbled onto his knees, his hands covered in blood. While the Asyrians were attacking, he had managed to escape through one of the underground caves beneath the castle. Slowly turning his eyes towards the sounds of burning flames, they changed into a deep magenta, watching his beloved home burn into the darkness. No one else had escaped. While watching the walls blaze into a horrible fury, he realized there was little chance any of his servants had found refuge from the attacks. The Gaiscioch's claims he had defected to the Asyrian Army had caused his forces to be slowly lessened and lessened, until there was only a handful of men expected to guard the Arangoth borders. And now, because this had happened, the enemy had managed to push through the Carthanian Range: giving them an open battle plan into Queen AngelSin's territories. Moaning beneath his breath, Cathay raised his hands towards his face, wishing this was a dream. And that was when he noticed the wound. He had been fighting so many Asyrian soldiers, there was no way he could have acknowledged any injuries he received, without giving up ground. Unfortunately, even when he had resorted to changing into the Val'halra demon, the pure mass of enemy men had overwhelmed him. His torso had been slashed open many times, some incisions running nearly through him. Swallowing deeply, he attempted to stand. However, he had no strength. The mild realization he had been wounded so badly had forced the second realization his muscles were aching; Cathay had no more defense to give. Biting his bottom lip as he reached a hand towards his torso, hoping there was a way he could heal his wounds, he blinked as a sudden dizzyness washed his senses. Oustretching a hand towards the ground, he again released a deep groan from beneath his breath, blood seeping into his mouth. And while he desperately tried to push away from the grounds, perhaps to call upon his Val'halra demon oncemore, he feintly noticed five figures settled upon horses, watching him from the woods. Squinting his eyes, guessing they were Asyrians who had found him, he succombed to the dread entering his figure - knowing he would not win another battle. Taking in a deep breath as they approached, he reached for the blade at his side..... And then he gasped. A feeling had suddenly entered him, something he had only recently come to know... Something he felt when around Si'ganth..... These men.... were Val'halra. Date: Fri, 14 Jun 1996 20:21:32 -0400 From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Fwd: The Strike --------------------- Forwarded message: Subj: Fwd: The Strike Date: 96-06-14 20:13:05 EDT From: Lysira To: [email protected] --------------------- Forwarded message: Subj: The Strike Date: 96-06-13 18:42:29 EDT From: Lysira To: [email protected] CC: [email protected],[email protected] CC: [email protected] CC: [email protected] CC: [email protected],StrmCrest CC: [email protected],[email protected] *Smoke drifted upward over the Asyr garrison,... layed ruin by Sira's attack, caught by a heavy hot wind. Not a man was left standing, bodies littered the ground from the edge of the wood to the center of the stronghold. Her gold eyes scanning the destruction with no emotion. A horse separated out of the thick smoke, a figure cloaked and hooded in black, identical to Sira's garb- approaching slowly. Sira met Jade's steady glance and then nodded sharply as the rest of her troops and the Gaiscioch appeared out of the smoke, heading toward the concealment of the forest. All of them wore the nondescript black - to hide their appearance, and give no affiliation to any clan our country. Sira turned with a flash of rage in her eyes, the first shown in this masacre as she slamed a dagger into a burned out beam of one of the gates. She swung onto her horse and road away into the closing grey smoke, leaving behind a note which read - "Death to the Asyr. This was for what you did to Cathay." Date: Fri, 14 Jun 1996 20:29:31 -0400 From: [email protected] To: [email protected] cc: [email protected] Subject: Fwd: The Strike --------------------- Forwarded message: Subj: Fwd: The Strike Date: 96-06-14 20:19:12 EDT From: Lysira To: [email protected] --------------------- Forwarded message: Subj: Fwd: The Strike Date: 96-06-14 20:13:05 EDT From: Lysira To: [email protected] --------------------- Forwarded message: Subj: The Strike Date: 96-06-13 18:42:29 EDT From: Lysira To: [email protected] CC: [email protected],[email protected] CC: [email protected] CC: [email protected] CC: [email protected],StrmCrest CC: [email protected],[email protected] *Smoke drifted upward over the Asyr garrison,... layed ruin by Sira's attack, caught by a heavy hot wind. Not a man was left standing, bodies littered the ground from the edge of the wood to the center of the stronghold. Her gold eyes scanning the destruction with no emotion. A horse separated out of the thick smoke, a figure cloaked and hooded in black, identical to Sira's garb- approaching slowly. Sira met Jade's steady glance and then nodded sharply as the rest of her troops and the Gaiscioch appeared out of the smoke, heading toward the concealment of the forest. All of them wore the nondescript black - to hide their appearance, and give no affiliation to any clan our country. Sira turned with a flash of rage in her eyes, the first shown in this masacre as she slamed a dagger into a burned out beam of one of the gates. She swung onto her horse and road away into the closing grey smoke, leaving behind a note which read - "Death to the Asyr. This was for what you did to Cathay."