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Arangoth

2014-09-30T23:44:57Z

Hatshepsut: /* Religion */ Moved detailed religious information to the Menxism article

{{Infobox Country
| name = The Kingdom of Arangoth
| image = Arangoth.jpg
| alt = Where did it go??
| caption = Arangoth

| motto = ''Sigovath Ne Gintelmil<br />(Death To Our Enemies)''
| capital = [[Drache]]
| language1 = [[Arangothek]]
| language2 =
| language3 =
| race1 = A mix, but mostly Human.
| race2 =
| race3 =
| religion = [[Menxism]]
| government = Monarchy
| ruler = [[Arlok ul-Dorn|King Arlok ul-Dorn]]<br />''Arlok ul-Dorn Gossath ul Arangoth''
| population = 200,000+
| currency = [[Arangoth#Currency|Currency]]
}}

The '''Kingdom of Arangoth''' (''Arangair ul Arangoth'') is a large sovereign state located in the The Midlands of the main continent, known also as [[Veth]]. The city of [[Drache]] has served as the kingdom's ''de facto'' capital since Queen Alysia's arrival to the city in 465.

==History==

''Main Article: [[History of Arangoth]]''

Arangoth has a long and colorful history. The Kingdom of Arangoth was first founded nearly five centuries before the present, but civil war half a century ago led to the collapse of the Old Kingdom and the flight of the royal family. Alysia "[[AngelSin]]" returned from exile in 465 and was proclaimed queen, but left the kingdom in 467. Prince [[Arlok ul-Dorn]] was proclaimed King in Northern Arangoth in 469, then later King of All Arangoth after the reconciliation of Arlok and the [[Regency Council]].

==Geographical Features==

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|- style="font-size: 86%; text-align:center"
| valign="top" |[[File:arangothgeography.jpg]]<br /> Geographical Map of Arangoth
|}

[[file:Aranmap.jpg|thumb|Map of Arangoth showing major towns and cities.]]

The kingdom spans as far north as [[Song Deep]], east to the [[Dragonspine Mountains]] and [[Elgaria]], and as far west as [[Arania]]. Its southern coast includes [[Goat Island|Goat]] and [[Shell Island]], ending at the Southland Penninsula and [[Assi]] tribal lands.

==Government and Politics==
''Main Article: [[Politics of Arangoth]]''

Arangoth was originally a confederacy of Grand Duchies before Tagran became the first king of Arangoth. Sithirel, or Dukes, have been the traditional rulers of the various Arangothian provinces for centuries. [[AngelSin]] and [[BLKDRAGON]] did not follow this tradition, preferring to rule directly from [[Castle Black]]. After their abdication, [[The Raven]] took over as [[Regent]], though he too soon disappeared. A [[Regency Council]] rose to take on the mantle of government in the year 469, until it was disbanded late in the year 473. King Arlok has restored the traditional forms of government and appointed a new [[Sithire]] to govern the South on his behalf.

Laws are enforced by the [[Royal Guard]] and trials are carried out by the [[Magistrates of the Crown]]. These and other government appointees form the [[Crown Officials]].

==Military==

The military and police forces of Arangoth consist of the [[Royal Guard]], the [[Border Watch]], and the [[Army of Arangoth|Army]] and [[Navy of Arangoth]].

==Society and Peoples==

Arangoth has several distinctive cultural features, including a [[Arangothek|language]], a [[Menxism|native religion]], a musical tradition, and a [[Arangothian Calendar|calendar]] to mark the years and holidays.

The [[Arangothian Calendar]] closely mirrors that used in the "real world." The Arangothian year 470 = AD 2000, and indicates that 470 years have passed since the founding of the city of [[Tagrana]] (which marked the origin of the Kingdom of Arangoth). The months and days of the week have Arangothian names, and there are a number of Arangothian holidays.

The three major ritual events in a person's life are generally the [[Brakerrat]] or rite-of-passage ceremony at age thirteen; the [[Marriage in Arangoth|marriage ceremony]]; and the funerary rites. Each of these has a customary form in Arangoth: for example, the Arangothian wedding generally takes place at home, and the participants wear green. There are also number of popular song and dance genres in Arangoth, as well as music of the royal court. For the past seventy years or so, one of the most popular genres has been the leturek.

The most common religion among native Arangothians recognizes two supreme dualistic powers, [[Menxvan]] and [[Menxruk]]. The [[Royal Church]] in [[Drache]], with Father [[Kylus Dragonsbane]] at its head, is by contrast open to many faiths, though Father Kylus himself follows a deity known in Arangoth as [[Pallodain]]. An extreme Menxvanic sect which has recently had some impact is the [[Cult of the Silver Flame]], strongly opposed to magic-use.

==[[Arangothian Calendar|Calendar]]==

The year AD 2000 is equivalent to the Arangothian year 470. Years are dated traditionally from the founding of the city of [[Tagrana]] on the shores of Song Deep, which was the capital of the Kingdom of Arangoth until the [[The Fall of Old Arangoth|Civil War of the year 415]]. The Arangothian system of numbering years was adopted by several neighboring states at a Council on Dating held on the [[Isles of Myst]] during the reign of King Ware "Sith" of Arangoth. In fact, the council had been arranged to discuss a different kind of dating altogether: namely, how to coordinate blind dates between the youths of different royal and noble families in the region. The delegates considered this a rather thorny issue and were eager for some easy way out. The Arangothian delegate suggested that they interpret the topic of "dating" as instead meaning calendar reform, and in their gratitude the other members of the conference agreed to adopt the Arangothian year. The states involved included [[Rondis]], [[Aslar]], and [[Elvendeep]], all of which observe the same year as Arangoth.

In writing, one would express the date March 25, 465 (the day that [[AngelSin]] claimed the throne of Arangoth) as, "The twenty-fifth day of First Seed in the four hundred and sixty-fifth year from the founding of Tagrana." The more common shorthand form of this date would written "25. III. 465."

==Religion==

The [[Royal Church]] in [[Drache]], with Father [[Kylus Dragonsbane]] at its head, is by contrast open to many faiths, though Father Kylus himself follows a deity known in Arangoth as [[Pallodain]]. However, the most common religion among native Arangothians is [[Menxism]], which recognizes two supreme dualistic powers, [[Menxvan]] and [[Menxruk]].

==Language==

''Main Article: [[Arangothek]]''

Arangothek is the native language of the kingdom. It is an inflected language of the Goxo-Limbrian language family with some vocabulary borrowed from Igmerind in the distant past. There are some nonstandard dialects, such as those spoken in the Sresar Vale and in Outer Arangoth, but over the main expanse of the Arangothian kingdom the language is fairly consistent. Arangothek is written in its own [[The Arangothian Alphabet|distinctive script]].

===Common Names===
''Main Article: [[Common Arangothian Names]]''

====Male====
Kenglith, Marnuth, Alathar, Alfrith, Asproth, Dorn, Bralk, Branth, Sarnem, Ware, Sanglith, Oryan, Fenduth, Huixon, Folvaholk, Kukarek, Arduin, Amurath, Forban, Herbord, Anskar, Gerd, Rafold, Aladar, Donnovath, Sivrian, Perlim, Aritz, Marxion, Rathek, Folvatir. [Recently many parents have also been naming their sons "Kylus," "Metzen," and "Bolk," the last being the closest they can come to pronouncing "BLK."]

====Female====
Delvige, Silge, Dekressa, Silmdinth, Serpessa, Sarla, Tarla, Rixte, Palandra, Perlegi, Peraldinth, Pellatgi, Nimpet, Sarlakelet, Thrinda, Lermat, Leptat, Hurnmilve, Gordge, Nistgi, Gessipir, Valknandra, Nedixe, Nepse, Neskessa, Melinxa. [Recently the names "Lex," "Lixa," and "Alysia" have also become popular.]

====Surnames====
Aborod, Anquodire, Appodarod, Aptentrod, Arlothek, Arnak, Blanire, Bobire, Branissod, Brogod, Dabalbire, Daranek, Silad, Senketh, Sallod, Rixtire, Ruthmire, Quarflis, Pinek, Parmilod, Orgod, Pallod, Netrilod, Neserpix, Nerxod, Nelxik, Nege, Flinod, Folvad, Galebrod, Mitrod.

Note: typically a person will take his or her father's name as a middle name, preceded by the prefix ul-, for example:

Kenglith ul-Alathar Mitrod<br>
''(i.e. Kenglith Mitrod, son of Alathar Mitrod.)''

Serpessa ul-Fenduth Quarflis<br>
''(i.e. Serpessa Quarflis, daughter of Fenduth Quarflis.)''

Note that Arangothian on its most basic level isn't written in the Latin alphabet but in a script of its own. What that means is that there's nothing even vaguely "official" about any particular spellings of Arangothian words or names. And K can generally be replaced with C or CK.

And if people are unhappy with the sound of "Arangothian," it would do no great violence to it to substitute other sounds for those that are objectionable. For example, some individuals pronounce the sound "X" either as "sh" or "zh" whenever it appears in a word or name. It would make just as much sense to write "Menshruc" or "Mengerook" as Menxruk, or "Nadeesha" or "Nedygea" for the feminine name Nedixe. You don't have to use the names on the list for your character to be an "authentic" Arangothian; there have been plenty of characters with names that don't appear on this list.

(As a very, very rough rule, male names frequently end in -TH, and female names frequently end in -ESSA if you need to make up a name quickly.)

==Customs and Rituals==

''Main Article: [[Arangothian Customs and Rituals]]''

In Arangoth, the three major ritual events in a person's life are generally the brakerrat or rite-of-passage ceremony at age thirteen; the marriage ceremony; and the funerary rites. Each of these has a customary form in Arangoth: for example, the Arangothian wedding generally takes place at home, and the participants wear green.

==Music==

There are a number of popular song and dance genres in Arangoth, as well as music of the royal court. For the past seventy years or so, one of the most popular genres has been the leturek.

All three of the following were composed by [[Feaster]] in midi format.
* [http://www.arangoth.org/wiki/images/4/4a/Anthem.mid The Arangothian National Anthem]
* [http://www.arangoth.org/wiki/images/4/4d/Coronation.mid King Arlok's Coronation March]
* [http://www.arangoth.org/wiki/images/3/3f/Khalar.mid A Khalar Dance]

==Sport==

''Main Article: [[Grubball]]''

[[Grubball]] is the national sport of Arangoth, with a professional league of 16 teams from around the country and from foreign lands. The Arangothian Grubball League, or AGL, consists of 16 teams from or around Arangoth, with the [[Isles of Myst]] fielding a team in place of [[Goat Island]] which went bankrupt following the 470 season. A season consists of 30 games in which each team plays each other twice, once at home and once away. Following the 30-game regular season is a postseason playoff. Originally the top two teams played a 5-game series with the winning claiming the Season Championship as well as the Arlok Cup. The winner of the AGL championship goes on to take part in the International Grubball Association, or IGA, playing teams from the surrounding countries.

==Currency==

''Main Page: [[Arangothian Currency]]''

The coins minted in Arangoth are lurinthoons (gold coins), rixtles (silver coins), and quaspins (copper coins). [[Drache]] is a port city that thrives on commerce, so there are almost as many currencies in circulation in Drache as there are foreign visitors to the city. To make transactions easier with this baffling array of coinage, the most common financial unit in Drache is the [[Drachean Bank Crown|Bank Crown]], which is a banking unit used for accounting and moneychanging. Most businesses and even the government in Drache sets values in Bank Crowns, which are then either collected or paid out in various currencies. In Arangoth, the half-rixtle piece, a silver coin, is equivalent to the value of a Bank Crown.

The average resident of the [[Wharf District]] has a "monetary value" of 23 bank crowns; in the [[Red Lantern District]] it's 14. That's basically the amount of money these people could get if they sold everything they owned (except very basic things like the clothes off their backs) and combined that with all their cash on hand. These people don't really have *any* savings and very little property, and would probably be destitute in a week or so without working or stealing. Therefore I'd say that the minimum cost for food and lodgings in Drache for a week is about 15 bank crowns.

==Writing and Printing Methods==

The vellum (sheepskin) scroll is still the most common form of private letter, and is generally wrapped around a thin wooden dowel with a knob on either end, and then tied shut with a string or ribbon. Most letters are sent in small leather pouches tied shut with something resembling a shoelace. However, rag paper is also used for letters, and since it comes in rectangular sheets, it is not rolled but rather folded and closed up into an 'envelope' sealed generally with either wax or wheat paste. There is no official postal service in Arangoth, but letter-carriers may be hired cheaply for cross-city communication. It costs rather more to send letters between cities, and there are a couple of companies specializing in this area, such as the [[Mankrastro Courier Service]]. Slates and wax tablets are common where reusable writing surfaces are needed.

The "book" in Arangoth does not open to the left and right, but rather to the top and bottom, with the spine oriented horizontally. Library desks thus resemble V-shaped chicken-feeding troughs. These are still mostly made from vellum, and are copied by hand. However, it is probably only a matter of time before such books will be produced using the acid-etching technique on rag paper. Bindings are made either of vellum or leather, with metallic clasps and gilding. Covers are also often painted with miniature paintings of fairly high artistic merit. Books remain extraordinarily expensive. Rumormills and political pamphlets are much cheaper, but must face both the low literacy rate in Drache and a social stigma against reading "trash" literature as opposed to the Arangothian classics. Some rag paper is manufactured locally, and there are a few distinctive [[Drache]] watermarks, such as a bull's head, and an anchor in a circle. The paper used for [[The Rumormill]] printing and political pamphlets is of very low quality.

Printing images using woodcuts has been known in Arangoth for some time now. However, the procedure of preparing such woodcuts is difficult and time-consuming, and has not been used for written texts. Mostly the technique has been used for producing religious icons, and still is. A few years ago, a new technique for producing printing blocks was developed by an artist in Arania named Nistgi Lakrak. She took zinc plates and coated them with several layers of wax. Into this wax she drew an image with a stylus, leaving the zinc surface exposed there. After she was finished, she placed the zinc into an acidic bath. The acid etched the exposed lines of the drawing into the zinc plate, but did not eat through the areas still covered with wax. Next, the wax was melted off from the plate, and a mirror-image mold was made of a semiporous material the composition of which is still not widely known. This mold was then sanded down (the etched lines were intially of uneven depth) and, once inked, could be used to produce copies on rag paper.

This technique of print-making quickly spread to Drache, where the Rumormill adopted it for reproducing plates covered with writing rather than graphic images. The Rumormill has also innovated by placing the print plates into an adapted wine-press, whereas Nistgi Lakrak had simply weighted down each print with stones. The Rumormill is said to have a dozen such presses in operation.

For a short while the Rumormill monopolized this new technology, but recently it appears that the technique has been learned by other craftsmen in the city. It is estimated that there are between three and five different establishments in the city running presses using the acid-etching technique to reproduce the written word. One such establishment, the Crowned Swan Press, is the first to use the technique to produce entire printed books and offer them for sale. Their offerings include Arangothian classics such as Quarkelet's [[Dream of the Nine Otherworlds]], Vansilad's Bestiary, Sangliod's Compleat Herbalist, The Mirror of Nobility, and The Minstrel's Companion.

[[Category: Countries]] [[Category: Arangoth]]

Menxism

2014-09-30T23:44:21Z

Hatshepsut: Reorganized and ported some stuff in from the Arangoth article.

{{Infobox
|title = Menxism

|image = [[image:Menxruk.jpg|200px]]
|headerstyle = background:#C3C3C3;
|labelstyle = background:#DEDEDE;

|header5 = Religion Information
|label6 = Type
|data6 = Monotheistic (largely)
|label8 = Deity(ies) Worshipped
|data8 = Menxvan, [[Guardians of Menxruk|Menxruk]]
|label9 = Regional Origins
|data9 = Unknown
|label10 = Symbol
|data10 = Various
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The most common religion among native Arangothians is Menxism, which recognizes two supreme dualistic powers, Menxvan and Menxruk. Followers of [[Menxvan]] believe that the best way to shift the balance in the favor of the good is to do good deeds whenever possible, and to encourage one's fellows to do good as well. Certain extreme Menxvanic sects have interpreted this philosophical tenet as a divine mandate for rabid evangelization, but such sects generally do not remain in existence for very long. The majority of Menxvanists are strongly opposed to forced religious conversions.

==Theology==

In general, people pray to Menxvan to bring good things, and to Menxruk to avoid misfortune, or to bring misfortune on someone else. Menxruk is not shunned, but rather given a certain respect even by the most devout Menxvanists. Evil has its place in the cosmic order, even if one does not wish it to dominate, and Menxruk is given at least some minor devotion to placate him and try to convince him not to send misfortune. This does not mean, however, that followers of Menxvan are passive toward evil, or particularly tolerant toward servants of evil gods. In many mythoi, gods of evil can not create, merely pervert and twist what already exists to serve their purposes. This is not true of Menxruk. While he prefers destruction to creation, he is more than capable of creating when he feels the desire to do so. Similarly, Menxvan is capable of destruction, but simply chooses not to do harm.

Menxvanic teaching holds that [[Menxvan]] and [[Menxruk]] are transcendent beings, and mortal minds are not capable of comprehending direct communication with the deities. Thus, they communicate with their mortal followers through powerful servants called intercessors. Many followers of Menxruk believe that this is nonsense, but the the fact that there are often multiple individuals claiming to be Menxruk's high priest or chosen champion may indicate that Menxruk's servants are either pretending to be the All-Evil when interacting with mortals, or are pursuing their own agendas using Menxruk's name. Regardless of the source of this confusion, Menxruk seems to at least tolerate it, or may even encourage this division to weed out weak followers.

In the Menxist doctrine, both Menxvan and Menxruk are both quite tolerant of other faiths, and this extends down to the clergy and followers of both deities. The theory behind this is that anyone that does good helps Menxvan, while anyone that does evil helps Menxruk. The only followers of foreign deities that are not welcome are followers of neutral gods that seek balance in all things (as such individuals would work to bring the contest to a stalemate), and militant faiths that are hostile toward other religions. Menxruk has even gone so far as to impersonate other deities in the past to gain the devotion of certain powerful followers of evil deities from other worlds. It should be noted, however, that certain extreme sects (such as the now-defunct [[Cult of the Silver Flame]]) are militantly opposed to foreigners and foreign deities, but these people represent a small minority.

===Eternal Struggle===
Menxvan and Menxruk are opposed to each other in all things, and have contended with one another since their first moments of existence. In fact, the creation of life stemmed from a desire for someone to settle one of their quarrels. Menxvan and Menxruk are equal in strength, and try as they might, neither can defeat the other. That is why mortals are of such importance to them. Their actions can tip the balance in favor of one or the other. Neither deity can be totally defeated, nor can either of them be destroyed. However, one can gain the upper hand temporarily (whether for minutes, hours, days, months, even years) through the actions of their followers. It is a tenet of both Menxvanic and Menxrukic philosophy that even a single person taking the appropriate action at the appropriate time can shift the balance toward one deity or the other.

Followers of Menxvan believe that the best way to shift the balance in the favor of the good is to do good deeds whenever possible, and to encourage one's fellows to do good as well. Certain extreme Menxvanic sects have interpreted this philosophical tenet as a divine mandate for rabid evangelization, but such sects generally do not remain in existence for very long. The majority of Menxvanists are strongly opposed to forced religious conversions.

Menxruk, of course, takes a different approach to trying to tilt the contest in his favor. Among his favorite tactics are sending plagues and natural disasters to destroy groups of Menxvanists; sending his followers to infiltrate and corrupt groups and organizations, subtly working to turn them toward the dark paths; and heaping misfortunes upon followers of Menxvan to try to get them to renounce their faith. Menxvan, for his part, is able to prevent or minimize much of the harm that Menxruk attempts, though not all of it. Similarly, Menxruk can not take away all the blessings that Menxvan bestows on his followers.

Menxvan and Menxruk will never settle their contest with one another, but they will tire of it eventually. In the end, Menxvan and Menxruk will reunite, and the universe as we know it will cease to exist as Menxned is reborn, and all things become One once again.

While Menxvan and Menxruk are opposed in all things, their dominion overlaps in many places. The Cosmos is not simply divided up between them; most things have a dual nature and are shared by both. Each deity has their preferences: Menxvan prefers light while Menxruk prefers darkness, Menxvan prefers order while Menxruk prefers chaos, etc. This is not to say that Menxvan is the god of light, or that Menxruk is the god of chaos. Many things can be good or evil, helpful or harmful, and this is why both gods have such wide spheres of influence. Fire can provide warmth and light, as well as cause death and destruction. Laws can protect the people, or oppress them. As stated before, many things are without an inherent inclination toward good or evil, and the intent behind a particular action or event is what places it under a particular god's dominion. The only things that can be placed directly under either god's dominion are certain abstract concepts. For example, Menxvan is associated with good, purity, justice, virtue, etc; Menxruk is associated with evil, corruption, injustice, vice, etc.

===Fate===

A belief in an absolute fate or destiny would presuppose the existence of another divine entity or agency, or would presuppose a pre-agreement between Menxvan and Menxruk over the fate of a particular mortal. Rather, both branches of Menxism have a philosophy of self-determination, that one makes one's own fate to a degree. No child is born inherently good or evil, but rather, their upbringing and their own actions determine who they will be. This is not to say that all things are under the control of the person. It is freely acknowledged that there are many things beyond the control of mortals, but it is everyone's lot in life to make the most of what they have. Many people do, however, believe in the existence of a limited sort of fate, and intercede with Menxvan to alter fate. Left as they are, things will resolve themselves in a certain way. The outcome of things under these circumstances is perceived as "fate." Intercession with higher powers might bring them to act on one's behalf, or show one how to alter one's own fate.

===The Afterlife===

In all, there are ten levels of existence to the universe. All non-divine beings begin life as mortals in the first level, the world of the living. The other nine levels are known collectively as the other world, or the afterlife. Death is the passing from the mortal realms into eternity. To a Menxvanist, life truly is a first, temporary stage of a much longer journey. The afterlife is sometimes colloquially referred to as the nine heavens or the nine hells, though both names are something of a mistranslation of the concept. The Arangothian language does not have separate words for heaven and hell, only degdrelth, the 'other-world.' Mortals know very little about most of these. The first, and lowest, is the Dreamworld, which mortals visit when they are dreaming. It is to this world that mortal spirits first gravitate when they have died in the living world. This is why one can meet the recently deceased in dreams.

Once there, perhaps, spirits can see (in something similar to "dreaming" here) into the second, next-highest level of the other world. One way in which the first heaven is different from earth is that the forces of Menxvan and Menxruk are physically disparate there, having resolved into something like two vast empires. Thus a person might, indeed, end up in one or another "region" of the Dreamworld. This might also be associated with the difference between dreams and nightmares, and between dreams that correctly predict the future, and those that deceive. People "die" in the first heaven as well, and pass on into subsequent heavens, but little is known about these. Dying is admittedly a rather inaccurate analogy, but the process does involve a passing from one state of existence, and the beginning of a new existence on a new plane. It is not known precisely what is involved in this process of transcendence, but it apparently has something to do with strength of character and devotion to one's deity. Few living mortals ever catch a glimpse into the higher heavens, and those that do often can not comprehend what they see. A "holy" person in the world of the living is perhaps one of those who is believed to be able to dream while still living into the higher heavens, enabling contact with powerful beings and some degree of ability to foretell things to come. Each plane or level of the other world increases in proximity to one's deity, and becomes increasingly dissimilar to the world of the living. In the ninth and highest level of the other world reside very powerful beings that have advanced that high; each ascent presumably brings greater powers over the lower heavens and the mortal world. The ninth heaven/hell brings mortals into the closest proximity to the deities possible. They can communicate with Menxvan or Menxruk "face-to-face," as we talk among ourselves.

Certain beings that have ascended to the upper levels of the other world maintain an active interest in the affairs of mortals in the world of the living, doing what they can to help the followers of their particular deity. These figures are sometimes mistakenly referred to as demigods, or even minor deities by those unfamiliar with the tenets of Menxism, though neither description is entirely accurate. They are simply figures with a closer proximity to Mexvan or Menxruk, who intercede between mortals and the deities.

===Divine Identity and Intercessors===

Male terminology is frequently used for referring to Menxvan and Menxruk, a custom dating back to some of the earliest stories about Menxvan and Menxruk. These tales comes from Menxism's roots as a primitive, tribal folk religion that portrayed both deities as anthropomorphic beings (essentially, very powerful humans). Current thought holds that both deities are sexless entities, or at least have no sex in the sense that mortals do. Menxned was all things, and Menxvan and Menxruk came forth from Menxned. Both deities contain elements of both the masculine and the feminine, and have manifested themselves as either sex as need or desire suited them. Interestingly, Menxvan is almost exclusively referred to as feminine in devotions that deal with fertility and agriculture among certain rural Menxvanic sects.

One of the most widely known of the benevolent intercessor figures is Gigsin, the founder of a sect of Menxvanism widely followed in Hornath-ul-Marfed and the surrounding area. She was a Menxvanic priestess in the days after the [[Igmerinds]] subjugated the less sophisticated [[Goxal]]. Renowned for her great beauty, she was forced to marry the Igmerind ruler, the Sithire Kengail, against her will. She was also known for her formidable intellect, and became the first great Menxvanic theologian. She made the best of her situation, using her position as the Sithire's wife to aid the poor, and convert the conquering Igmerinds to the Goxal religion. In the end, Kengail died without an heir, a punishment said to be visited upon him by Menxvan for his impiety. The spot where Gigsin's house used to stand in Hornath-ul-Marfed is now a shrine with several dedicated Menxvanic priestesses who entreat her to bring the deity's favor upon the city and its people. [This has featured subtly in the Arlok storyline.]

Gigsin is by no means the only such figure, and other powerful beings are known to have an interest in the mortal realm. Another is Naarundil, who is said to have encouraged the formation of the Templars of Menxvan and taught the Templar disciplines to Metrarin. Stories portray Naarundil as a wandering hero, turning up in unexpectedly to work mighty deeds and protect Menxvan's faithful, and then leaving as suddenly as he came. Lartha (sometimes called Larfa) is traditionally said to be Menxvan's personal bard and the greatest incarnation of poetic virtuosity. Inora the Snake Maiden is said to have revealed the arts of medicine and healing magics to mortals. Much to the annoyance of Father [[Kylus Dragonsbane]], many Menxvanic theologians consider Pallodain one of these entities in Menxvan's service.

Among Menxruk's most infamous servants is Kolpetir the Faithless, who raises up servants for Menxruk in the lower worlds and grants them various powers in Menxruk's name, only to abandon them whenever doing so will cause them the greatest harm. The name Galgroth the Witherer is particularly feared, an entity who delights in plagues and famines above all else. When he chooses to manifest himself visibly, he has the appearance of a corpse writhing with maggots that spread disease wherever they fall.

Menxvanic teaching holds that Menxvan and Menxruk are transendent beings, and mortal minds are not capable of comprehending direct communication with the deities. Thus, they communicate with their mortal followers through these powerful servants. Many followers of Menxruk believe that this is nonsense, but the the fact that there are often multiple individuals claiming to be Menxruk's high priest or chosen champion may indicate that Menxruk's servants are either pretending to be the All-Evil when interacting with mortals, or are pursuing their own agendas using Menxruk's name. Regardless of the source of this confusion, Menxruk seems to at least tolerate it, or may even encourage this division to weed out weak followers.

==Worship of Menxvan and Menxruk==

The structure and hierarchy of organized Menxvan worship is open to development. Perhaps it is governed by a council of the leaders of the largest sects in the kingdom. (Or perhaps it isn't. This is something that will need to be worked out in the future.) As both deities have such wide spheres of influence, there are a variety of Menxvanic and Menxrukic sects, and a wide variety of worship. (This has a lot of potential here for player innovation.) Menxvan worship in rural areas tends to focus more on nature and fertility aspects due to importance of agriculture. In contrast, Menxvanic worship in urban areas tends to be more philosphical and intellectual, overall more complex than many of the folkish rural sects. The varying sects can take widely different philosophies and approaches toward the same subject. For example, on the subject of warfare, sects can vary in philosophy from militaristic to pacifistic, or any stance in between.

In the absence of any authoritative "sacred writ" of the Menxvanic faith, the poetic work ''[[Dream of the Nine Otherworlds|Mintrat ul Pinquo Degdrelthoss]]'' (Dream of the Nine Otherworlds) has often been considered the closest thing to this. Note that this account is not accepted by all followers of Menxvan or Menxruk, but that it is widely referred to as an authority and has considerable cultural weight.

Worship of Menxruk is much more disorganized, and individualized, with little in the way of a formal theology. Large gatherings of Menxrukists would be a glaring target for Menxvanic warriors. Indeed, worship of Menxruk need not take any specific form, and depends largely on the whims of the priest leading the ritual. Cannibalism, human sacrifice, blood drinking, and bacchic orgies are have been practiced by sects claiming loyalty to Menxruk, but there are other, more subtle ways to do Menxruk's will. Menxruk accepts blatant atrocities as acts of devotion, though he prefers subtlety. Such overt acts are merely a distraction from the true source of evil, and intended to be as much. True evil is darker, more mysterious, and more difficult to track down. The worst mischiefs are done out of sight by Menxruk's more insidious agents while the heroes of the land are off battling obvious foes. The surest way to destroy something is not through brute force, but rather by corrupting it. Even the strongest, purest things things will rot and fall apart if infiltrated by perverting influences.

===Organized Groups===

Two distinct groups exist out of the differing worships: the [[Templars of Menxvan]] and the [[Guardians of Menxruk]].

====Templars of Menxvan====

''Main Article: The [[Templars of Menxvan]]

The Templars are an order of Menxvanic Knights, dedicated to defending the Menxvanic faith, protecting Menxvan's followers, as well as guarding Menxvan's temples, shrines, and other holy sites. Traditionally, they have also been dedicated supporters of the Arangothian monarchs, and have formed an elite corps in the Arangothian armies in times of war. The symbol of the Templars is a green serpent swallowing its tail, surrounded by a sunburst, with a sword in the center. The Templars display this symbol on their armor, or wear a pendant around their neck when unarmored.

====Guardians of Menxruk====

''Main Article: The [[Guardians of Menxruk]]

The Guardians of Menxruk are a loose conglomeration of devoted worshippers of the godhead, Menxruk, who guard against the ever-growing plague that represents the path of order and Menxvan. Rather than protect any one individual, the Guardians of Menxruk are based in small groups (or cells) and because of this are more interested in the proliferation of the faith of Menxruk. Worshipping the Body of Menxruk makes one an important but ultimately expendable extension of the ongoing effort to rebuild. Once, long ago, the Guardians of Menxruk were able to raise armies, but today they are dispersed, hiding in all corners of the realm of creation.

===Clergy===

It is equally possible for men and women to become servants of Menxvan or Menxruk. There are two major divisions of the Menxvanic priesthood: priests and priestesses, and holy men and holy women. Both receive the same religious training, and both have the same spiritual authority to perform religious ceremonies and rituals. The simple difference is that priests and priestesses are associated with one of the various temples throughout the land, while holy men and women are not. Holy men and women are wanderers, traveling throughout the kingdom, and even into other lands, to minister to people not within traveling distance of a temple. They perform an invaluable service in remote, rural areas, or in foreign lands with Menxvan-worshipping populations. Priests are allowed to marry and have children. In some sects, priests are expected to have a family, in others, staying single may be seen as a more virtuous calling, devoting oneself completely to Menxvan as it were.

===Temples===

Temples originally started out as an appropriately purified place where rituals can take place without the possibility of corruption. In the earliest days, they were simply caves or small huts, but they have evolved over the years into larger buildings devoted entirely to religious purposes, and sometimes entire complexes of buildings. Some temples have been built on sites associated with close communion with the other world, and others are repositories of relics, such as the mortal remains, or important possessions of particularly holy individuals. This is thought to make it more likely that the prayers of those within the temple are more likely to receive the intercession of Menxvan.

In addition, the temples also serve as repositories of knowledge and history, containing accounts of the deeds of the faithful, and the collected teachings of particularly holy people, to be passed on for the edification of the people. In many areas, temples are the only source of education available. Menxvanic temples will teach literacy and basic mathematics to any person, provided that they are willing to work in the service of the temple for the duration of their studies. Temples also serve the function of hospitals in many areas of the kingdom, housing the sick, the injured, and the dying. Menxvanic priests are well versed in the arts of medicine and healing, and a number of them are also versed in the ways of magical healing.

==Symbology==

There are a variety of symbols that have become associated with Menxvan over the years. The color green is a very important symbolic color, representing life, prosperity, and fertility. Serpent imagery is also common, especially of a serpent swallowing its tail. (See Pat Feaster's file on Arangothian customs and note the uses of both serpent imagery and the color green in weddings and funerals) Third, the sun is also a symbol associated with Menxvan, due to the ancient creation myth. Finally, the character in the Arangothian alphabet that stands for the letter V (first letter of van, the word for good) is also used a symbol, though this is a fairly recent development. It is frequently used in religious jewelry, carved into stone in religious sites, or used in combination with other symbols. In addition, there are a number of other religious symbols; these are infrequently used, or associated only with particular rituals or holidays.

As mentioned above, green is an important color in Menxvanic worship. Typical garb for performing religious rituals is a green robe, often with accents of other colors depending on the type of ceremony (white for purifications, black for funerals, etc). There is considerable variation in the priestly accoutrements among the various sects. (Modes of dress for particular sects is open to development).

Since Menxruk's faith is largely underground and scattered, there is an even greater variety of symbols used by Menxruk's faithful in their worship. Menxrukic symbols tend to be inversions of Menxvanic symbols, preferably ones that are innocuous looking and easily concealed. The Arangothian letter R (for Ruk) is common, as are broken or incomplete circles, venomous snakes, crescent moons (since Menxruk is said to have created the moon), and sometimes mushrooms (which look harmless, but may in fact be deadly). There are many others which may be used only in certain areas or by certain sects, or are the mark of a particular priest.

==Creation Myth==

In the beginning there was only Menxned (All-One). There was no universe as we understand it, since the universe is many, and there was only the One. Menxned was the highest form of being, omniscient, omnipotent, infinite, perfect in unity and simplicity. All things were in it, and all things came from it. As simply as it can be put in terms of mortal understanding, Menxned WAS. Menxned was the purest form of existence, freed of any of the limitations of finite beings.

At a point in the distant past, Menxned divided into [[Menxvan]] (All-Good) and [[Menxruk]] (All-Evil). The entire universe arose from this division, the Many sprung forth from the One, the complex from the simple, the opposed from the unified. No one knows for sure precisely why this happened, but it is believed that Menxned became bored after eons of of a solitary, static existence, and the tripartite division of Menxned into Menxvan, Menxruk, and the universe occurred because of a desire for something different.

===The Origin of Things===
''This story was collected from an illiterate peasant woman in the Sresar Vale by Professor Kenglith of the [[Royal Arangothian University]], a close colleague of Serisious Blendwythe.''

A little while after the separation of the parts of the world out of Menxned, Van worked iron upon his anvil, and struck it with his hammer, and made out of it a great iron plate. Ruk was envious of Van for having this plate, and he decided to take it for himself. He seized it with both his hands, but Van held tight to it, and the more Ruk pulled, the firmer grew Van's grip. Finally the plate broke into a million pieces, and these pieces were scattered throughout the sky by a great wind. Ruk then said, "I can make a better plate myself," and went off to make a plate of his own. In the meantime, Van made another iron plate upon his anvil, brighter and bigger than the first one. Ruk made a plate as well, but he made his out of stone and bone, and as he was making on it he kept thinking of the first plate, which had broken, and so the plate he made kept breaking and coming back together again. Finally, Van and Ruk came together and compared their plates, but they could not agree on which was the better plate. So Van and Ruk together made the first Man to judge which plate was the better of the two.

Man looked first at Van's plate and then at Ruk's plate, and then he said, "I'm thirsty, and I can't decide which plate is better until I have something to drink." And so Van and Ruk together made the Sea and the Lakes so that Man would have something to drink, so that they could hear from him which was the better plate.

Man looked first at Van's plate and then at Ruk's plate, and then he said, "I'm hungry, and I can't decide on an empty stomach which plate is better." And so Van and Ruk together made all the edible animals and all the edible plants so that Man would have something to eat, so that they could hear from him which was the better plate. Man looked first at Van's plate and then at Ruk's plate, and then he said, "I'm lonely, and I can't decide which plate is better while I'm feeling depressed." And so Van and Ruk together made another person, and called the person Woman, so that Man would not be lonely, so that they could hear from him which was the better plate.

Man and Woman looked first at Van's plate and then at Ruk's plate. And then, finally, Man said that in his opinion Van's plate was the better one. But Woman said that in her opinion Ruk's plate was the better one. So Van and Ruk pulled their hair and cried out that they still had not learned which was the better plate. And so they decided they needed yet another person to break the tie, and gave the Man and the Woman their distinctive features, so that they would have a child.

The first time Woman gave birth, she gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl, and the boy agreed with his father, and the girl with her mother. And so Van and Ruk waited.

The second time Woman gave birth, she gave birth to quadruplets, two boys and two girls, and the two boys agreed with their father, and the two girls with their mother. And so Van and Ruk waited. The third time Woman gave birth, she gave birth to sextuplets, three boys and three girls, and the three boys agreed with their father, and the three girls with their mother.

Ruk finally grew impatient of waiting, and he took both of the plates and flung them into the sky, cursing, "Let you fly off into the sky like a bird, let you hide under the ground like a root!" Van's plate became the Sun, and Ruk's plate became the Moon, and because Ruk had cursed them both to fly like birds and burrow like roots, they keep rising through the sky and falling under the ground, day after day, year after year. And this is also how Man and Woman first came to be, and even to this day they often do not agree about what is best.

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Arangoth

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{{Infobox Country
| name = The Kingdom of Arangoth
| image = Arangoth.jpg
| alt = Where did it go??
| caption = Arangoth

| motto = ''Sigovath Ne Gintelmil<br />(Death To Our Enemies)''
| capital = [[Drache]]
| language1 = [[Arangothek]]
| language2 =
| language3 =
| race1 = A mix, but mostly Human.
| race2 =
| race3 =
| religion = [[Menxism]]
| government = Monarchy
| ruler = [[Arlok ul-Dorn|King Arlok ul-Dorn]]<br />''Arlok ul-Dorn Gossath ul Arangoth''
| population = 200,000+
| currency = [[Arangoth#Currency|Currency]]
}}

The '''Kingdom of Arangoth''' (''Arangair ul Arangoth'') is a large sovereign state located in the The Midlands of the main continent, known also as [[Veth]]. The city of [[Drache]] has served as the kingdom's ''de facto'' capital since Queen Alysia's arrival to the city in 465.

==History==

''Main Article: [[History of Arangoth]]''

Arangoth has a long and colorful history. The Kingdom of Arangoth was first founded nearly five centuries before the present, but civil war half a century ago led to the collapse of the Old Kingdom and the flight of the royal family. Alysia "[[AngelSin]]" returned from exile in 465 and was proclaimed queen, but left the kingdom in 467. Prince [[Arlok ul-Dorn]] was proclaimed King in Northern Arangoth in 469, then later King of All Arangoth after the reconciliation of Arlok and the [[Regency Council]].

==Geographical Features==

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[[file:Aranmap.jpg|thumb|Map of Arangoth showing major towns and cities.]]

The kingdom spans as far north as [[Song Deep]], east to the [[Dragonspine Mountains]] and [[Elgaria]], and as far west as [[Arania]]. Its southern coast includes [[Goat Island|Goat]] and [[Shell Island]], ending at the Southland Penninsula and [[Assi]] tribal lands.

==Government and Politics==
''Main Article: [[Politics of Arangoth]]''

Arangoth was originally a confederacy of Grand Duchies before Tagran became the first king of Arangoth. Sithirel, or Dukes, have been the traditional rulers of the various Arangothian provinces for centuries. [[AngelSin]] and [[BLKDRAGON]] did not follow this tradition, preferring to rule directly from [[Castle Black]]. After their abdication, [[The Raven]] took over as [[Regent]], though he too soon disappeared. A [[Regency Council]] rose to take on the mantle of government in the year 469, until it was disbanded late in the year 473. King Arlok has restored the traditional forms of government and appointed a new [[Sithire]] to govern the South on his behalf.

Laws are enforced by the [[Royal Guard]] and trials are carried out by the [[Magistrates of the Crown]]. These and other government appointees form the [[Crown Officials]].

==Military==

The military and police forces of Arangoth consist of the [[Royal Guard]], the [[Border Watch]], and the [[Army of Arangoth|Army]] and [[Navy of Arangoth]].

==Society and Peoples==

Arangoth has several distinctive cultural features, including a [[Arangothek|language]], a [[Menxism|native religion]], a musical tradition, and a [[Arangothian Calendar|calendar]] to mark the years and holidays.

The [[Arangothian Calendar]] closely mirrors that used in the "real world." The Arangothian year 470 = AD 2000, and indicates that 470 years have passed since the founding of the city of [[Tagrana]] (which marked the origin of the Kingdom of Arangoth). The months and days of the week have Arangothian names, and there are a number of Arangothian holidays.

The three major ritual events in a person's life are generally the [[Brakerrat]] or rite-of-passage ceremony at age thirteen; the [[Marriage in Arangoth|marriage ceremony]]; and the funerary rites. Each of these has a customary form in Arangoth: for example, the Arangothian wedding generally takes place at home, and the participants wear green. There are also number of popular song and dance genres in Arangoth, as well as music of the royal court. For the past seventy years or so, one of the most popular genres has been the leturek.

The most common religion among native Arangothians recognizes two supreme dualistic powers, [[Menxvan]] and [[Menxruk]]. The [[Royal Church]] in [[Drache]], with Father [[Kylus Dragonsbane]] at its head, is by contrast open to many faiths, though Father Kylus himself follows a deity known in Arangoth as [[Pallodain]]. An extreme Menxvanic sect which has recently had some impact is the [[Cult of the Silver Flame]], strongly opposed to magic-use.

==[[Arangothian Calendar|Calendar]]==

The year AD 2000 is equivalent to the Arangothian year 470. Years are dated traditionally from the founding of the city of [[Tagrana]] on the shores of Song Deep, which was the capital of the Kingdom of Arangoth until the [[The Fall of Old Arangoth|Civil War of the year 415]]. The Arangothian system of numbering years was adopted by several neighboring states at a Council on Dating held on the [[Isles of Myst]] during the reign of King Ware "Sith" of Arangoth. In fact, the council had been arranged to discuss a different kind of dating altogether: namely, how to coordinate blind dates between the youths of different royal and noble families in the region. The delegates considered this a rather thorny issue and were eager for some easy way out. The Arangothian delegate suggested that they interpret the topic of "dating" as instead meaning calendar reform, and in their gratitude the other members of the conference agreed to adopt the Arangothian year. The states involved included [[Rondis]], [[Aslar]], and [[Elvendeep]], all of which observe the same year as Arangoth.

In writing, one would express the date March 25, 465 (the day that [[AngelSin]] claimed the throne of Arangoth) as, "The twenty-fifth day of First Seed in the four hundred and sixty-fifth year from the founding of Tagrana." The more common shorthand form of this date would written "25. III. 465."

==Religion==

The [[Royal Church]] in [[Drache]], with Father [[Kylus Dragonsbane]] at its head, is by contrast open to many faiths, though Father Kylus himself follows a deity known in Arangoth as [[Pallodain]]. However, the most common religion among native Arangothians is [[Menxism]], which recognizes two supreme dualistic powers, [[Menxvan]] and [[Menxruk]].

====Menxism====

''Main Article: [[Menxism]]''

Followers of [[Menxvan]] believe that the best way to shift the balance in the favor of the good is to do good deeds whenever possible, and to encourage one's fellows to do good as well. Certain extreme Menxvanic sects have interpreted this philosophical tenet as a divine mandate for rabid evangelization, but such sects generally do not remain in existence for very long. The majority of Menxvanists are strongly opposed to forced religious conversions.

Menxvanic teaching holds that [[Menxvan]] and [[Menxruk]] are transendent beings, and mortal minds are not capable of comprehending direct communication with the deities. Thus, they communicate with their mortal followers through these powerful servants. Many followers of Menxruk believe that this is nonsense, but the the fact that there are often multiple individuals claiming to be Menxruk's high priest or chosen champion may indicate that Menxruk's servants are either pretending to be the All-Evil when interacting with mortals, or are pursuing their own agendas using Menxruk's name. Regardless of the source of this confusion, Menxruk seems to at least tolerate it, or may even encourage this division to weed out weak followers.

In the Menxist doctrine, both Menxvan and Menxruk are both quite tolerant of other faiths, and this extends down to the clergy and followers of both deities. The theory behind this is that anyone that does good helps Menxvan, while anyone that does evil helps Menxruk. The only followers of foreign deities that are not welcome are followers of neutral gods that seek balance in all things (as such individuals would work to bring the contest to a stalemate), and militant faiths that are hostile toward other religions. Menxruk has even gone so far as to impersonate other deities in the past to gain the devotion of certain powerful followers of evil deities from other worlds. It should be noted, however, that certain extreme sects (such as the now-defunct [[Cult of the Silver Flame]]) are militantly opposed to foreigners and foreign deities, but these people represent a small minority.

====Clergy====

There are two major divisions of the Menxvanic priesthood: priests and priestesses, and holy men and holy women. Both receive the same religious training, and both have the same spiritual authority to perform religious ceremonies and rituals. The simple difference is that priests and priestesses are associated with one of the various temples throughout the land, while holy men and women are not. Holy men and women are wanderers, traveling throughout the kingdom, and even into other lands, to minister to people not within traveling distance of a temple. They perform an invaluable service in remote, rural areas, or in foreign lands with Menxvan-worshipping populations. Priests are allowed to marry and have children. In some sects, priests are expected to have a family, in others, staying single may be seen as a more virtuous calling, devoting oneself completely to Menxvan as it were.

====Templars of Menxvan====

''Main Article: The [[Templars of Menxvan]]

The Templars are an order of Menxvanic Knights, dedicated to defending the Menxvanic faith, protecting Menxvan's followers, as well as guarding Menxvan's temples, shrines, and other holy sites. Traditionally, they have also been dedicated supporters of the Arangothian monarchs, and have formed an elite corps in the Arangothian armies in times of war. The symbol of the Templars is a green serpent swallowing its tail, surrounded by a sunburst, with a sword in the center. The Templars display this symbol on their armor, or wear a pendant around their neck when unarmored.

====Guardians of Menxruk====

''Main Article: The [[Guardians of Menxruk]]

The Guardians of Menxruk are a loose conglomeration of devoted worshippers of the godhead, Menxruk, who guard against the ever-growing plague that represents the path of order and Menxvan. Rather than protect any one individual, the Guardians of Menxruk are based in small groups (or cells) and because of this are more interested in the proliferation of the faith of Menxruk. Worshipping the Body of Menxruk makes one an important but ultimately expendable extension of the ongoing effort to rebuild. Once, long ago, the Guardians of Menxruk were able to raise armies, but today they are dispersed, hiding in all corners of the realm of creation.

==Language==

''Main Article: [[Arangothek]]''

Arangothek is the native language of the kingdom. It is an inflected language of the Goxo-Limbrian language family with some vocabulary borrowed from Igmerind in the distant past. There are some nonstandard dialects, such as those spoken in the Sresar Vale and in Outer Arangoth, but over the main expanse of the Arangothian kingdom the language is fairly consistent. Arangothek is written in its own [[The Arangothian Alphabet|distinctive script]].

===Common Names===
''Main Article: [[Common Arangothian Names]]''

====Male====
Kenglith, Marnuth, Alathar, Alfrith, Asproth, Dorn, Bralk, Branth, Sarnem, Ware, Sanglith, Oryan, Fenduth, Huixon, Folvaholk, Kukarek, Arduin, Amurath, Forban, Herbord, Anskar, Gerd, Rafold, Aladar, Donnovath, Sivrian, Perlim, Aritz, Marxion, Rathek, Folvatir. [Recently many parents have also been naming their sons "Kylus," "Metzen," and "Bolk," the last being the closest they can come to pronouncing "BLK."]

====Female====
Delvige, Silge, Dekressa, Silmdinth, Serpessa, Sarla, Tarla, Rixte, Palandra, Perlegi, Peraldinth, Pellatgi, Nimpet, Sarlakelet, Thrinda, Lermat, Leptat, Hurnmilve, Gordge, Nistgi, Gessipir, Valknandra, Nedixe, Nepse, Neskessa, Melinxa. [Recently the names "Lex," "Lixa," and "Alysia" have also become popular.]

====Surnames====
Aborod, Anquodire, Appodarod, Aptentrod, Arlothek, Arnak, Blanire, Bobire, Branissod, Brogod, Dabalbire, Daranek, Silad, Senketh, Sallod, Rixtire, Ruthmire, Quarflis, Pinek, Parmilod, Orgod, Pallod, Netrilod, Neserpix, Nerxod, Nelxik, Nege, Flinod, Folvad, Galebrod, Mitrod.

Note: typically a person will take his or her father's name as a middle name, preceded by the prefix ul-, for example:

Kenglith ul-Alathar Mitrod<br>
''(i.e. Kenglith Mitrod, son of Alathar Mitrod.)''

Serpessa ul-Fenduth Quarflis<br>
''(i.e. Serpessa Quarflis, daughter of Fenduth Quarflis.)''

Note that Arangothian on its most basic level isn't written in the Latin alphabet but in a script of its own. What that means is that there's nothing even vaguely "official" about any particular spellings of Arangothian words or names. And K can generally be replaced with C or CK.

And if people are unhappy with the sound of "Arangothian," it would do no great violence to it to substitute other sounds for those that are objectionable. For example, some individuals pronounce the sound "X" either as "sh" or "zh" whenever it appears in a word or name. It would make just as much sense to write "Menshruc" or "Mengerook" as Menxruk, or "Nadeesha" or "Nedygea" for the feminine name Nedixe. You don't have to use the names on the list for your character to be an "authentic" Arangothian; there have been plenty of characters with names that don't appear on this list.

(As a very, very rough rule, male names frequently end in -TH, and female names frequently end in -ESSA if you need to make up a name quickly.)

==Customs and Rituals==

''Main Article: [[Arangothian Customs and Rituals]]''

In Arangoth, the three major ritual events in a person's life are generally the brakerrat or rite-of-passage ceremony at age thirteen; the marriage ceremony; and the funerary rites. Each of these has a customary form in Arangoth: for example, the Arangothian wedding generally takes place at home, and the participants wear green.

==Music==

There are a number of popular song and dance genres in Arangoth, as well as music of the royal court. For the past seventy years or so, one of the most popular genres has been the leturek.

All three of the following were composed by [[Feaster]] in midi format.
* [http://www.arangoth.org/wiki/images/4/4a/Anthem.mid The Arangothian National Anthem]
* [http://www.arangoth.org/wiki/images/4/4d/Coronation.mid King Arlok's Coronation March]
* [http://www.arangoth.org/wiki/images/3/3f/Khalar.mid A Khalar Dance]

==Sport==

''Main Article: [[Grubball]]''

[[Grubball]] is the national sport of Arangoth, with a professional league of 16 teams from around the country and from foreign lands. The Arangothian Grubball League, or AGL, consists of 16 teams from or around Arangoth, with the [[Isles of Myst]] fielding a team in place of [[Goat Island]] which went bankrupt following the 470 season. A season consists of 30 games in which each team plays each other twice, once at home and once away. Following the 30-game regular season is a postseason playoff. Originally the top two teams played a 5-game series with the winning claiming the Season Championship as well as the Arlok Cup. The winner of the AGL championship goes on to take part in the International Grubball Association, or IGA, playing teams from the surrounding countries.

==Currency==

''Main Page: [[Arangothian Currency]]''

The coins minted in Arangoth are lurinthoons (gold coins), rixtles (silver coins), and quaspins (copper coins). [[Drache]] is a port city that thrives on commerce, so there are almost as many currencies in circulation in Drache as there are foreign visitors to the city. To make transactions easier with this baffling array of coinage, the most common financial unit in Drache is the [[Drachean Bank Crown|Bank Crown]], which is a banking unit used for accounting and moneychanging. Most businesses and even the government in Drache sets values in Bank Crowns, which are then either collected or paid out in various currencies. In Arangoth, the half-rixtle piece, a silver coin, is equivalent to the value of a Bank Crown.

The average resident of the [[Wharf District]] has a "monetary value" of 23 bank crowns; in the [[Red Lantern District]] it's 14. That's basically the amount of money these people could get if they sold everything they owned (except very basic things like the clothes off their backs) and combined that with all their cash on hand. These people don't really have *any* savings and very little property, and would probably be destitute in a week or so without working or stealing. Therefore I'd say that the minimum cost for food and lodgings in Drache for a week is about 15 bank crowns.

==Writing and Printing Methods==

The vellum (sheepskin) scroll is still the most common form of private letter, and is generally wrapped around a thin wooden dowel with a knob on either end, and then tied shut with a string or ribbon. Most letters are sent in small leather pouches tied shut with something resembling a shoelace. However, rag paper is also used for letters, and since it comes in rectangular sheets, it is not rolled but rather folded and closed up into an 'envelope' sealed generally with either wax or wheat paste. There is no official postal service in Arangoth, but letter-carriers may be hired cheaply for cross-city communication. It costs rather more to send letters between cities, and there are a couple of companies specializing in this area, such as the [[Mankrastro Courier Service]]. Slates and wax tablets are common where reusable writing surfaces are needed.

The "book" in Arangoth does not open to the left and right, but rather to the top and bottom, with the spine oriented horizontally. Library desks thus resemble V-shaped chicken-feeding troughs. These are still mostly made from vellum, and are copied by hand. However, it is probably only a matter of time before such books will be produced using the acid-etching technique on rag paper. Bindings are made either of vellum or leather, with metallic clasps and gilding. Covers are also often painted with miniature paintings of fairly high artistic merit. Books remain extraordinarily expensive. Rumormills and political pamphlets are much cheaper, but must face both the low literacy rate in Drache and a social stigma against reading "trash" literature as opposed to the Arangothian classics. Some rag paper is manufactured locally, and there are a few distinctive [[Drache]] watermarks, such as a bull's head, and an anchor in a circle. The paper used for [[The Rumormill]] printing and political pamphlets is of very low quality.

Printing images using woodcuts has been known in Arangoth for some time now. However, the procedure of preparing such woodcuts is difficult and time-consuming, and has not been used for written texts. Mostly the technique has been used for producing religious icons, and still is. A few years ago, a new technique for producing printing blocks was developed by an artist in Arania named Nistgi Lakrak. She took zinc plates and coated them with several layers of wax. Into this wax she drew an image with a stylus, leaving the zinc surface exposed there. After she was finished, she placed the zinc into an acidic bath. The acid etched the exposed lines of the drawing into the zinc plate, but did not eat through the areas still covered with wax. Next, the wax was melted off from the plate, and a mirror-image mold was made of a semiporous material the composition of which is still not widely known. This mold was then sanded down (the etched lines were intially of uneven depth) and, once inked, could be used to produce copies on rag paper.

This technique of print-making quickly spread to Drache, where the Rumormill adopted it for reproducing plates covered with writing rather than graphic images. The Rumormill has also innovated by placing the print plates into an adapted wine-press, whereas Nistgi Lakrak had simply weighted down each print with stones. The Rumormill is said to have a dozen such presses in operation.

For a short while the Rumormill monopolized this new technology, but recently it appears that the technique has been learned by other craftsmen in the city. It is estimated that there are between three and five different establishments in the city running presses using the acid-etching technique to reproduce the written word. One such establishment, the Crowned Swan Press, is the first to use the technique to produce entire printed books and offer them for sale. Their offerings include Arangothian classics such as Quarkelet's [[Dream of the Nine Otherworlds]], Vansilad's Bestiary, Sangliod's Compleat Herbalist, The Mirror of Nobility, and The Minstrel's Companion.

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Army of Transdariania

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In peacetime, the law [[Laws of Arangoth#Edict_11_-_The_Lord_Protector | limits the Royal Army of Arangoth to 100 soldiers]] without permission from the [[Arlok ul-Dorn|King]]. Much of the work that would normally be done by an army falls under the responsibility of the [[Border Guard]].

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Arangoth

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{{Infobox Country
| name = The Kingdom of Arangoth
| image = Arangoth.jpg
| alt = Where did it go??
| caption = Arangoth

| motto = ''Sigovath Ne Gintelmil<br />(Death To Our Enemies)''
| capital = [[Drache]]
| language1 = [[Arangothek]]
| language2 =
| language3 =
| race1 = A mix, but mostly Human.
| race2 =
| race3 =
| religion = [[Menxism]]
| government = Monarchy
| ruler = [[Arlok ul-Dorn|King Arlok ul-Dorn]]<br />''Arlok ul-Dorn Gossath ul Arangoth''
| population = 200,000+
| currency = [[Arangoth#Currency|Currency]]
}}

The '''Kingdom of Arangoth''' (''Arangair ul Arangoth'') is a large sovereign state located in the The Midlands of the main continent, known also as [[Veth]]. The city of [[Drache]] has served as the kingdom's ''de facto'' capital since Queen Alysia's arrival to the city in 465.

==History==

''Main Article: [[History of Arangoth]]''

Arangoth has a long and colorful history. The Kingdom of Arangoth was first founded nearly five centuries before the present, but civil war half a century ago led to the collapse of the Old Kingdom and the flight of the royal family. Alysia "[[AngelSin]]" returned from exile in 465 and was proclaimed queen, but left the kingdom in 467. Prince [[Arlok ul-Dorn]] was proclaimed King in Northern Arangoth in 469, then later King of All Arangoth after the reconciliation of Arlok and the [[Regency Council]].

==Geographical Features==

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[[file:Aranmap.jpg|thumb|Map of Arangoth showing major towns and cities.]]

The kingdom spans as far north as [[Song Deep]], east to the [[Dragonspine Mountains]] and [[Elgaria]], and as far west as [[Arania]]. Its southern coast includes [[Goat Island|Goat]] and [[Shell Island]], ending at the Southland Penninsula and [[Assi]] tribal lands.

==Government and Politics==
''Main Article: [[Politics of Arangoth]]''

Arangoth was originally a confederacy of Grand Duchies before Tagran became the first king of Arangoth. Sithirel, or Dukes, have been the traditional rulers of the various Arangothian provinces for centuries. [[AngelSin]] and [[BLKDRAGON]] did not follow this tradition, preferring to rule directly from [[Castle Black]]. After their abdication, [[The Raven]] took over as [[Regent]], though he too soon disappeared. A [[Regency Council]] rose to take on the mantle of government in the year 469, until it was disbanded late in the year 473. King Arlok has restored the traditional forms of government and appointed a new [[Sithire]] to govern the South on his behalf.

Laws are enforced by the [[Royal Guard]] and trials are carried out by the [[Magistrates of the Crown]]. These and other government appointees form the [[Crown Officials]].

==Military==

[[Army of Arangoth|Standing Army of Arangoth]]

==Society and Peoples==

Arangoth has several distinctive cultural features, including a [[Arangothek|language]], a [[Menxism|native religion]], a musical tradition, and a [[Arangothian Calendar|calendar]] to mark the years and holidays.

The [[Arangothian Calendar]] closely mirrors that used in the "real world." The Arangothian year 470 = AD 2000, and indicates that 470 years have passed since the founding of the city of [[Tagrana]] (which marked the origin of the Kingdom of Arangoth). The months and days of the week have Arangothian names, and there are a number of Arangothian holidays.

The three major ritual events in a person's life are generally the [[Brakerrat]] or rite-of-passage ceremony at age thirteen; the [[Marriage in Arangoth|marriage ceremony]]; and the funerary rites. Each of these has a customary form in Arangoth: for example, the Arangothian wedding generally takes place at home, and the participants wear green. There are also number of popular song and dance genres in Arangoth, as well as music of the royal court. For the past seventy years or so, one of the most popular genres has been the leturek.

The most common religion among native Arangothians recognizes two supreme dualistic powers, [[Menxvan]] and [[Menxruk]]. The [[Royal Church]] in [[Drache]], with Father [[Kylus Dragonsbane]] at its head, is by contrast open to many faiths, though Father Kylus himself follows a deity known in Arangoth as [[Pallodain]]. An extreme Menxvanic sect which has recently had some impact is the [[Cult of the Silver Flame]], strongly opposed to magic-use.

==[[Arangothian Calendar|Calendar]]==

The year AD 2000 is equivalent to the Arangothian year 470. Years are dated traditionally from the founding of the city of [[Tagrana]] on the shores of Song Deep, which was the capital of the Kingdom of Arangoth until the [[The Fall of Old Arangoth|Civil War of the year 415]]. The Arangothian system of numbering years was adopted by several neighboring states at a Council on Dating held on the [[Isles of Myst]] during the reign of King Ware "Sith" of Arangoth. In fact, the council had been arranged to discuss a different kind of dating altogether: namely, how to coordinate blind dates between the youths of different royal and noble families in the region. The delegates considered this a rather thorny issue and were eager for some easy way out. The Arangothian delegate suggested that they interpret the topic of "dating" as instead meaning calendar reform, and in their gratitude the other members of the conference agreed to adopt the Arangothian year. The states involved included [[Rondis]], [[Aslar]], and [[Elvendeep]], all of which observe the same year as Arangoth.

In writing, one would express the date March 25, 465 (the day that [[AngelSin]] claimed the throne of Arangoth) as, "The twenty-fifth day of First Seed in the four hundred and sixty-fifth year from the founding of Tagrana." The more common shorthand form of this date would written "25. III. 465."

==Religion==

The [[Royal Church]] in [[Drache]], with Father [[Kylus Dragonsbane]] at its head, is by contrast open to many faiths, though Father Kylus himself follows a deity known in Arangoth as [[Pallodain]]. However, the most common religion among native Arangothians is [[Menxism]], which recognizes two supreme dualistic powers, [[Menxvan]] and [[Menxruk]].

====Menxism====

''Main Article: [[Menxism]]''

Followers of [[Menxvan]] believe that the best way to shift the balance in the favor of the good is to do good deeds whenever possible, and to encourage one's fellows to do good as well. Certain extreme Menxvanic sects have interpreted this philosophical tenet as a divine mandate for rabid evangelization, but such sects generally do not remain in existence for very long. The majority of Menxvanists are strongly opposed to forced religious conversions.

Menxvanic teaching holds that [[Menxvan]] and [[Menxruk]] are transendent beings, and mortal minds are not capable of comprehending direct communication with the deities. Thus, they communicate with their mortal followers through these powerful servants. Many followers of Menxruk believe that this is nonsense, but the the fact that there are often multiple individuals claiming to be Menxruk's high priest or chosen champion may indicate that Menxruk's servants are either pretending to be the All-Evil when interacting with mortals, or are pursuing their own agendas using Menxruk's name. Regardless of the source of this confusion, Menxruk seems to at least tolerate it, or may even encourage this division to weed out weak followers.

In the Menxist doctrine, both Menxvan and Menxruk are both quite tolerant of other faiths, and this extends down to the clergy and followers of both deities. The theory behind this is that anyone that does good helps Menxvan, while anyone that does evil helps Menxruk. The only followers of foreign deities that are not welcome are followers of neutral gods that seek balance in all things (as such individuals would work to bring the contest to a stalemate), and militant faiths that are hostile toward other religions. Menxruk has even gone so far as to impersonate other deities in the past to gain the devotion of certain powerful followers of evil deities from other worlds. It should be noted, however, that certain extreme sects (such as the now-defunct [[Cult of the Silver Flame]]) are militantly opposed to foreigners and foreign deities, but these people represent a small minority.

====Clergy====

There are two major divisions of the Menxvanic priesthood: priests and priestesses, and holy men and holy women. Both receive the same religious training, and both have the same spiritual authority to perform religious ceremonies and rituals. The simple difference is that priests and priestesses are associated with one of the various temples throughout the land, while holy men and women are not. Holy men and women are wanderers, traveling throughout the kingdom, and even into other lands, to minister to people not within traveling distance of a temple. They perform an invaluable service in remote, rural areas, or in foreign lands with Menxvan-worshipping populations. Priests are allowed to marry and have children. In some sects, priests are expected to have a family, in others, staying single may be seen as a more virtuous calling, devoting oneself completely to Menxvan as it were.

====Templars of Menxvan====

''Main Article: The [[Templars of Menxvan]]

The Templars are an order of Menxvanic Knights, dedicated to defending the Menxvanic faith, protecting Menxvan's followers, as well as guarding Menxvan's temples, shrines, and other holy sites. Traditionally, they have also been dedicated supporters of the Arangothian monarchs, and have formed an elite corps in the Arangothian armies in times of war. The symbol of the Templars is a green serpent swallowing its tail, surrounded by a sunburst, with a sword in the center. The Templars display this symbol on their armor, or wear a pendant around their neck when unarmored.

====Guardians of Menxruk====

''Main Article: The [[Guardians of Menxruk]]

The Guardians of Menxruk are a loose conglomeration of devoted worshippers of the godhead, Menxruk, who guard against the ever-growing plague that represents the path of order and Menxvan. Rather than protect any one individual, the Guardians of Menxruk are based in small groups (or cells) and because of this are more interested in the proliferation of the faith of Menxruk. Worshipping the Body of Menxruk makes one an important but ultimately expendable extension of the ongoing effort to rebuild. Once, long ago, the Guardians of Menxruk were able to raise armies, but today they are dispersed, hiding in all corners of the realm of creation.

==Language==

''Main Article: [[Arangothek]]''

Arangothek is the native language of the kingdom. It is an inflected language of the Goxo-Limbrian language family with some vocabulary borrowed from Igmerind in the distant past. There are some nonstandard dialects, such as those spoken in the Sresar Vale and in Outer Arangoth, but over the main expanse of the Arangothian kingdom the language is fairly consistent. Arangothek is written in its own [[The Arangothian Alphabet|distinctive script]].

===Common Names===
''Main Article: [[Common Arangothian Names]]''

====Male====
Kenglith, Marnuth, Alathar, Alfrith, Asproth, Dorn, Bralk, Branth, Sarnem, Ware, Sanglith, Oryan, Fenduth, Huixon, Folvaholk, Kukarek, Arduin, Amurath, Forban, Herbord, Anskar, Gerd, Rafold, Aladar, Donnovath, Sivrian, Perlim, Aritz, Marxion, Rathek, Folvatir. [Recently many parents have also been naming their sons "Kylus," "Metzen," and "Bolk," the last being the closest they can come to pronouncing "BLK."]

====Female====
Delvige, Silge, Dekressa, Silmdinth, Serpessa, Sarla, Tarla, Rixte, Palandra, Perlegi, Peraldinth, Pellatgi, Nimpet, Sarlakelet, Thrinda, Lermat, Leptat, Hurnmilve, Gordge, Nistgi, Gessipir, Valknandra, Nedixe, Nepse, Neskessa, Melinxa. [Recently the names "Lex," "Lixa," and "Alysia" have also become popular.]

====Surnames====
Aborod, Anquodire, Appodarod, Aptentrod, Arlothek, Arnak, Blanire, Bobire, Branissod, Brogod, Dabalbire, Daranek, Silad, Senketh, Sallod, Rixtire, Ruthmire, Quarflis, Pinek, Parmilod, Orgod, Pallod, Netrilod, Neserpix, Nerxod, Nelxik, Nege, Flinod, Folvad, Galebrod, Mitrod.

Note: typically a person will take his or her father's name as a middle name, preceded by the prefix ul-, for example:

Kenglith ul-Alathar Mitrod<br>
''(i.e. Kenglith Mitrod, son of Alathar Mitrod.)''

Serpessa ul-Fenduth Quarflis<br>
''(i.e. Serpessa Quarflis, daughter of Fenduth Quarflis.)''

Note that Arangothian on its most basic level isn't written in the Latin alphabet but in a script of its own. What that means is that there's nothing even vaguely "official" about any particular spellings of Arangothian words or names. And K can generally be replaced with C or CK.

And if people are unhappy with the sound of "Arangothian," it would do no great violence to it to substitute other sounds for those that are objectionable. For example, some individuals pronounce the sound "X" either as "sh" or "zh" whenever it appears in a word or name. It would make just as much sense to write "Menshruc" or "Mengerook" as Menxruk, or "Nadeesha" or "Nedygea" for the feminine name Nedixe. You don't have to use the names on the list for your character to be an "authentic" Arangothian; there have been plenty of characters with names that don't appear on this list.

(As a very, very rough rule, male names frequently end in -TH, and female names frequently end in -ESSA if you need to make up a name quickly.)

==Customs and Rituals==

''Main Article: [[Arangothian Customs and Rituals]]''

In Arangoth, the three major ritual events in a person's life are generally the brakerrat or rite-of-passage ceremony at age thirteen; the marriage ceremony; and the funerary rites. Each of these has a customary form in Arangoth: for example, the Arangothian wedding generally takes place at home, and the participants wear green.

==Music==

There are a number of popular song and dance genres in Arangoth, as well as music of the royal court. For the past seventy years or so, one of the most popular genres has been the leturek.

All three of the following were composed by [[Feaster]] in midi format.
* [http://www.arangoth.org/wiki/images/4/4a/Anthem.mid The Arangothian National Anthem]
* [http://www.arangoth.org/wiki/images/4/4d/Coronation.mid King Arlok's Coronation March]
* [http://www.arangoth.org/wiki/images/3/3f/Khalar.mid A Khalar Dance]

==Sport==

''Main Article: [[Grubball]]''

[[Grubball]] is the national sport of Arangoth, with a professional league of 16 teams from around the country and from foreign lands. The Arangothian Grubball League, or AGL, consists of 16 teams from or around Arangoth, with the [[Isles of Myst]] fielding a team in place of [[Goat Island]] which went bankrupt following the 470 season. A season consists of 30 games in which each team plays each other twice, once at home and once away. Following the 30-game regular season is a postseason playoff. Originally the top two teams played a 5-game series with the winning claiming the Season Championship as well as the Arlok Cup. The winner of the AGL championship goes on to take part in the International Grubball Association, or IGA, playing teams from the surrounding countries.

==Currency==

''Main Page: [[Arangothian Currency]]''

The coins minted in Arangoth are lurinthoons (gold coins), rixtles (silver coins), and quaspins (copper coins). [[Drache]] is a port city that thrives on commerce, so there are almost as many currencies in circulation in Drache as there are foreign visitors to the city. To make transactions easier with this baffling array of coinage, the most common financial unit in Drache is the [[Drachean Bank Crown|Bank Crown]], which is a banking unit used for accounting and moneychanging. Most businesses and even the government in Drache sets values in Bank Crowns, which are then either collected or paid out in various currencies. In Arangoth, the half-rixtle piece, a silver coin, is equivalent to the value of a Bank Crown.

The average resident of the [[Wharf District]] has a "monetary value" of 23 bank crowns; in the [[Red Lantern District]] it's 14. That's basically the amount of money these people could get if they sold everything they owned (except very basic things like the clothes off their backs) and combined that with all their cash on hand. These people don't really have *any* savings and very little property, and would probably be destitute in a week or so without working or stealing. Therefore I'd say that the minimum cost for food and lodgings in Drache for a week is about 15 bank crowns.

==Writing and Printing Methods==

The vellum (sheepskin) scroll is still the most common form of private letter, and is generally wrapped around a thin wooden dowel with a knob on either end, and then tied shut with a string or ribbon. Most letters are sent in small leather pouches tied shut with something resembling a shoelace. However, rag paper is also used for letters, and since it comes in rectangular sheets, it is not rolled but rather folded and closed up into an 'envelope' sealed generally with either wax or wheat paste. There is no official postal service in Arangoth, but letter-carriers may be hired cheaply for cross-city communication. It costs rather more to send letters between cities, and there are a couple of companies specializing in this area, such as the [[Mankrastro Courier Service]]. Slates and wax tablets are common where reusable writing surfaces are needed.

The "book" in Arangoth does not open to the left and right, but rather to the top and bottom, with the spine oriented horizontally. Library desks thus resemble V-shaped chicken-feeding troughs. These are still mostly made from vellum, and are copied by hand. However, it is probably only a matter of time before such books will be produced using the acid-etching technique on rag paper. Bindings are made either of vellum or leather, with metallic clasps and gilding. Covers are also often painted with miniature paintings of fairly high artistic merit. Books remain extraordinarily expensive. Rumormills and political pamphlets are much cheaper, but must face both the low literacy rate in Drache and a social stigma against reading "trash" literature as opposed to the Arangothian classics. Some rag paper is manufactured locally, and there are a few distinctive [[Drache]] watermarks, such as a bull's head, and an anchor in a circle. The paper used for [[The Rumormill]] printing and political pamphlets is of very low quality.

Printing images using woodcuts has been known in Arangoth for some time now. However, the procedure of preparing such woodcuts is difficult and time-consuming, and has not been used for written texts. Mostly the technique has been used for producing religious icons, and still is. A few years ago, a new technique for producing printing blocks was developed by an artist in Arania named Nistgi Lakrak. She took zinc plates and coated them with several layers of wax. Into this wax she drew an image with a stylus, leaving the zinc surface exposed there. After she was finished, she placed the zinc into an acidic bath. The acid etched the exposed lines of the drawing into the zinc plate, but did not eat through the areas still covered with wax. Next, the wax was melted off from the plate, and a mirror-image mold was made of a semiporous material the composition of which is still not widely known. This mold was then sanded down (the etched lines were intially of uneven depth) and, once inked, could be used to produce copies on rag paper.

This technique of print-making quickly spread to Drache, where the Rumormill adopted it for reproducing plates covered with writing rather than graphic images. The Rumormill has also innovated by placing the print plates into an adapted wine-press, whereas Nistgi Lakrak had simply weighted down each print with stones. The Rumormill is said to have a dozen such presses in operation.

For a short while the Rumormill monopolized this new technology, but recently it appears that the technique has been learned by other craftsmen in the city. It is estimated that there are between three and five different establishments in the city running presses using the acid-etching technique to reproduce the written word. One such establishment, the Crowned Swan Press, is the first to use the technique to produce entire printed books and offer them for sale. Their offerings include Arangothian classics such as Quarkelet's [[Dream of the Nine Otherworlds]], Vansilad's Bestiary, Sangliod's Compleat Herbalist, The Mirror of Nobility, and The Minstrel's Companion.

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Politics of Arangoth

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Arangoth was originally a confederacy of Grand Duchies before Tagran became the first king of Arangoth. Sithirel, or Dukes, have been the traditional rulers of the various Arangothian provinces for centuries. [[AngelSin]] and [[BLKDRAGON]] did not follow this tradition, preferring to rule directly from [[Castle Black]]. After their abdication, [[The Raven]] took over as [[Regent]], though he too soon disappeared. A [[Regency Council]] rose to take on the mantle of government in the year 469, until it was disbanded late in the year 473. King Arlok has restored the traditional forms of government and appointed a new [[Sithire]] to govern the South on his behalf.

==General Organization==

The Kingdom of Arangoth is presently divided into five general regions, each governed by a [[Sithire]] or other body, with two capitals. The north has its capital at the restored city of [[Tagrana]], where King [[Arlok ul-Dorn|Arlok]] and Queen [[Melinxa Swanneck|Melinxa]] rule for most of the year. The rest of his time is spent in the southern capital, the city of [[Drache]]. The south has its capital in the city of Drache, which is governed by a Sithire.

From 465 until 469, all Arangoth was loosely ruled from Drache. King [[BLKDRAGON]] and Queen [[AngelSin]] made what was a small fishing hamlet into their national capital in 465. Yet the pair were only visible rulers for a year before entrusting the management of the kingdom to their [[Regent]], [[The Raven]]. And even the Regent was rarely seen in Drache, or anywhere else in Arangoth. [[Castle Black]] became a mysterious place where only the castle staff lived. So Arangoth was essentially without a head of government for three years, and somehow its people and institutions survived relatively unscathed. A great many Arangothians are still loyal to BLKDRAGON and AngelSin, but this situation is slowly changing, now that their absence and tacit abdication of the crown are clear.

Northern Arangoth is governed from the rebuilt Royal Palace in Tagrana, where King Arlok and Queen Melinxa rule. Underneath the King and Queen, the most powerful figure is [[Palatine]] [[Perlim Larkspin]], who is the senior-most member of the Northern Arangothian Estates. The Estates are a parliament-like body, representing mostly the noble and mercantile classes, that gathers once a year (mid-July) in [[Hornath ul-Marfed]] to vote on various issues

==History==
''Also see the [[History of Arangoth]].''

In 466, the Estates voted to offer the crown to AngelSin and BLKDRAGON in Drache in return for a confirmation of their traditional rights and privileges. There was no response from Drache. In 469, with the return of Prince Arlok (a lost heir to the throne who had been in an enchanted sleep for 54 years), the Estates voted to declare him king instead. Shortly afterwards, Northern Arangothian armies restored order in a large part of [[Ruthmarna]] (which had been overrun by bandits).

While Northern Arangoth, Ruthmarna, and Eastern Arangoth all acknowledged Arlok as king, the provinces of Southern Arangoth, including Drache, did not do so. In First Seed (March) of 470, the elders of the [[Sresar Vale]], upset by the lack of Valesmen on the [[Regency Council]], gave their allegiance to Arlok in return for an agreement that granted them similar privileges to the Northern Estates. The following month, Sir [[OneStab]], a close friend of BLKDRAGON and AngelSin testifies before the Council that AngelSin and BLKDRAGON had never intended to return and formally abdicated a few years ago. Though The Raven was named as King in this lost document, there is some question as to the appointment’s legal validity, especially with the appearance of a candidate of royal blood. Arlok and the Council entered into negotiations on reconciliation of the divided country.

In Frostfall (October) of 470, these negotiations brought about a reunification of the kingdom with Arlok as King of all of Arangoth. Arlok signed an agreement limiting his power with the Council, mirroring those with the Elders of Sresar Vale and the Northern Estates. The Council retained provincial level control over [[Transdariania]] and [[Arania]] and jurisdiction over maritime matters, and the south is allowed to keep its distinctive law code. Drache and Hornath ul-Marfed were named as co-capitals, between which Arlok must split his time.

In First Seed of 471, Negotiations between [[Elves|elven]] Governor [[Topaz Silverbow]] and King Arlok ul-Dorn resulted in the proud Confederacy of [[Elvendeep]] becoming a crown province of Arangoth, guaranteed rights but ultimately under the authority of the Arangothian crown. This seemed to foment displeasure at Silverbow’s regime, as a second Civil War would soon follow. Observers suspected the decision might have been fear at the quick revival and deadly threat of their old foe, the [[Orcs|orcish]] nation of [[Zul Kiras]]. Though Arlok has governed Elvendeep with an extremely light touch, granting it virtual autonomy, this arrangement is still far from popular in Elvendeep. Time will tell whether this arrangement will last, or provoke further civil unrest.

In Frostfall of 471, King Arlok and Queen Melinxa officially announced the birth of the new heir to the throne, Prince [[Emereth ul-Arlok]], Grand Duke of [[Ruthmarna]]. The prince had actually been born the previous spring, but the Royal Family had employed an old Crown Policy for protection of susceptible infant heirs from magical attack. Illusionists and Royal agents had been utilized to hide the pregnancy and first several months of Emereth’s life for his safety.

In Hearthfire (September) of 472, King Arlok announced that the restoration of Tagrana, begun two years previous, was nearing completion. Tagrana became the new co-capital of Arangoth with Drache, replacing Hornath ul-Marfed when the Royal Family officially took up residence in the rebuilt Royal Palace. Other landmarks in the city include a giant [[Grubball]] arena, new home to the grubball team Tagrana Memorial, which of necessity had been based out of Hornath ul-Marfed for years. The Council funded a memorial garden there for AngelSin and BLKDRAGON.

==Royal Guard==

The [[Royal Guard]] is Arangoth's primary Law Enforcement entity, establishing law and order and maintaining compliance with the written [[Laws of Arangoth]]. These men and women are also tasked with enforcing the [[Criminal Code of Arangoth]]. The uniformed and non-uniformed members of this elite group are trained to the highest of standards to ensure Arangoth and it's residents remain safe.

==Magistrates==

The [[Magistrates of the Crown]] are the judges of [[Drache]], empowered to hold trials anywhere, at any time. In Drache, it's not just a figure of speech when people say that justice carries a sword.

==Government Officials==

Arangoth and [[Drache]] host an extensive array of [[Crown Officials]]. The current roster's highest-ranking officials include:

Southern Arangoth's current [[Sithire]]: [[Marcion ul-Fenduth Tagran Aldenbar]].

His [[Privy Council]] is as follows:
* [[Lord Chancellor]] ''(Vorfon Gostnairod)'' - [[Julius ul-Arduin Malbraxa]]
* [[Lord Treasurer]] ''(Vorfon Thropparponthod)'' - [[Branth ul-Alfrith Truxton]]
* [[Lord Protector]] ''(Vorfon Apettire kei arna)'' - [[Marnuth ul-Porre Elgabralk]]
* [[Lord Admiral]] ''(Vorfon Appetire ul silthrogel)'' - [[Simpelta ul-Sankord Marnix]]
* [[Prelate of Honour]] ''(Vorfon Talorod ul Fost)'' - [[Gerard Mintrod]]
* [[Scholar Preeminent]] ''(Tespin Forod)'' - [[Quill Stygian]]

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[[Arangoth]] has a long and colorful history. The Kingdom of Arangoth was first founded nearly five centuries before the present, but a terrible civil war half a century ago led to the collapse of the Old Kingdom and the flight of the royal family. Alysia "[[AngelSin]]" returned from exile over a decade ago and was proclaimed queen, but gave up her throne only a few years later. Prince [[Arlok ul-Dorn]], the heir to the throne at the time of the royal family's flight, recently awoke from a long enchanted sleep and was proclaimed King in Northern Arangoth, then later King of All Arangoth after he reconciled with the [[Regency Council]].

==Origins==

Arangothians are ethnically a mixture of the native [[Goxal]] and the invading [[Igmerinds|Igmerind]] people who founded several sitharangel or grand duchies here a few hundred years ago. In the year 1, the [[Sithire]] or grand duke of Northern Arangoth founded the city of [[Tagrana]], which is considered to mark the founding of the Kingdom of Arangoth. [[Tagran]], the first king, was originally considered only the first among equals. However, about the year 130, a conflict among the lesser sithirel led to the extinction of the major families, and the King became yet more powerful by virtue of his ability to appoint provincial leaders. Around 300, when Arangoth was embroiled in a war with the Assi, the [[Order of the Beady Eye]] offered its services to the monarchy, assured Arangothian victories there and elsewhere, and became increasingly powerful on the frontiers of the Kingdom.

==Pre-Alysia==

King Aladar took as his second wife Rosebud, the daughter of an Eastern Arangothian witch. When her true nature was revealed, it became necessary for an impostor named Tsetsa to impersonate the Queen in public. Dissatisfied with this role, Tsetsa convinced the [[Kahlahra|Khalar]] ambassador Helehkri that Arangoth was planning to invade its northern neighbor. This led to a bloody and needless war beginning in the year 384, a war which, however, Arangoth won handily. The Khalar surrendered and turned over to Arangoth their most prized possession, the Siren Stone, which caused a number of problems in and of itself.

King Dorn sent his three sons Arlok, Oryan, and Ware out into the far provinces so that they could learn at first hand how to govern. There the princes discovered that the Order of the Beady Eye had long been abusing their powerful position on the frontier. King Dorn vowed to oust the corrupt Order from power; the Order in turn gathered its forces to resist. About the same time, Prince Arlok and his fiancee [[Melinxa Swanneck]] turned hungry wolves on a group of girls of noble birth who were conspiring to murder an innocent peasant; this was the infamous [[Slaughter in the Maze]]. As a result, both the Order of the Beady Eye and a large part of the Arangothian nobility rose up and, in an attack upon Tagrana in the year 415, murdered King Dorn as his three sons fled from the destruction of the city. For the next fifty years there was no monarchy in Arangoth.

==Alysia and Regency==
When Queen Alysia (called AngelSin) and her consort, King BLKDRAGON, established their new capital in [[Drache]] in the year 465, they ruled it directly from Castle Black for a small number of years. They governed more and more of Arangoth, as word of Dorn's blood returning to Arangoth spread throughout the shattered kingdom and fiefs flocked to her banner. But the King and Queen never lost their humility, and familiarity with their people, best illustrated in their steadfast devotion to the [[BlkDragon Inn|King's Inn]] in ever-growing [[Drache]].

They were succeeded, after leaving for mysterious reasons, by their counselor, the arch-mage known as [[The Raven]]. Though wise and powerful, the Regent was also reclusive and by all accounts spent most of his time in the towers of Castle Black. The time came when he inexplicably disappeared altogether, leaving the running of the country to its bureaucrats and local lords. It was later revealed that he was combating unseen threats to Arangoth, though he has not explained the nature of the matters that keep him occupied even to the present day.

When Drache was faced with myriad disasters in the year 469, several prominent nobles rose up to fill the vacuum. Lady Lorla Daranek called together a Council to take the reigns of the Regency in Evening Star (December) of 469. They named an empty seat for The Raven, should he choose to return and began to tackle Drache’s problems. Their chosen symbol was a fatted goose and sheaf of wheat in an unbroken circle, for plenty and concord.

==Arlok==

Simultaneously, [[Arlok ul-Dorn]], the Prince of Old Arangoth, awakened from an enchanted sleep of fifty years in Outer Arangoth and returned home. After a series of misunderstandings and tests, he was declared King in Northern Arangoth, the northern Diet never having been keen on The Raven, a foreigner, and preferring the King to the Council. Soon it came to light that still-missing Queen Alysia had abdicated some years ago, and the Council negotiated Arlok's becoming King of all Arangoth in 470. The Council remained in provincial control of the southern provinces.

After a powerful controversy begat a political uprising in Drache, the Council was disbanded in 473 and one of its last members, Lord [[Marcion ul-Fenduth Tagran Aldenbar|Marcion Aldenbar]], named [[Lord Chancellor]]. He was also directed by His Majesty to find a new Sithire, or Duke, to rule the South, in a more traditional form of Arangothian government.

From the North, Arlok returned to Southern Arangoth. After months of tension the nation was at peace once more under King Arlok ul-Dorn and the provincial government of the Regency Council. An Aslari-Ellurian war was settled only when armies from across the sea intervened.

==See Also==

[[The Origins of the Kingdom of Arangoth]]

[[The Fall of the House of Silad]]

[[The Era of the Khalar War]]

[[The Fall of Old Arangoth]]

[[The 'Alysian' Era (465-468)]]

[[The 'Arlokek' Era (469-472)]]

==Related Articles==

[[Drache]]

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| owner = [[Rantan]] (formerly [[BLKDRAGON]])
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[[Drache|Drache's]] most infamous inn was established by their Majesties [[BLKDRAGON]] and [[AngelSin]] in 465, as a social place outside [[Castle Black]]. Soon the place became a haven for the city's aristocrats and lowlifes alike, and also as a stop for travellers of all sorts. At any given hour one can meet warriors locked in mortal combat, farmers from outside the city enjoying an ale and a thrill, extraplanar monsters, clever thieves, or high ranking crown officials using the tavern as a place to conduct business. The law is sometimes maintained by a passing [[Royal Guard]] - the Guard headquarters being just down the street.

==Description==
The Inn is an establishment built to accommodate a dragon; it has a large common room with a high ceiling supported with many joists and rafters. There are fireplaces, tables, and booths and a long bar. The Inn serves food and drinks and has many rooms to rent on an upper floor. A balcony overlooks the common room.

There are stables for patrons' animals and a secondary hall beneath the bedrooms which can serve as a space for private parties or exhibitions. The back of the inn opens onto the [[Forest Reserve]], while the front is close to the street.

==History==

Despite the lawlessness of the inn, it is not Drache's most dangerous. That distinction belongs to [[La Cruz Doble]], in the [[Wharf District]]. It is quite possible to keep one's head low and come to no trouble in the Blkdragon. Rather than being a place to get murdered by the Drachean locals, the inn is better known for being the post for foreigners and those new to the city.

==Ownership==

Once owned by BLKDRAGON himself, the inn's current owner is an elderly man named [[Rantan]], who oftens tends bar. Other staff include [[Dulcina]], beloved for cheerfully serving meals and drinks in the midst of bloodshed, [[Paetines]], a priest of the [[Royal Church]], [[Orwell]], the drunken town crier of Drache, and [[Woolly]], a [[Sresar Vale]] [[Dire Sheep]] who steps in when a patron poses extreme danger to the lives and safety of the other patrons.

==Enchanting==

Constant fires in 465-66 forced the decision to enchant the whole building - it is now impossible to burn the inn down by means normal or magical.

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[[Drache|Drache's]] most infamous inn was established by their Majesties [[BLKDRAGON]] and [[AngelSin]] in 465, as a social place outside [[Castle Black]]. Soon the place became a haven for the city's aristocrats and lowlifes alike, and also as a stop for travellers of all sorts. At any given hour one can meet warriors locked in mortal combat, farmers from outside the city enjoying an ale and a thrill, extraplanar monsters, clever thieves, or high ranking crown officials using the tavern as a place to conduct business. The law is sometimes maintained by a passing [[Royal Guard]] - the Guard headquarters being just down the street.

==Description==
The Inn is an establishment built to accommodate a dragon; it has a large common room with a high ceiling supported with many joists and rafters. There are fireplaces, tables, and booths and a long bar. The Inn serves food and drinks and has many rooms to rent on an upper floor. A balcony overlooks the common room.

There are stables for patrons' animals and a secondary hall beneath the bedrooms which can serve as a space for private parties or exhibitions. The back of the inn opens onto the [[Forest Reserve]], while the front is close to the street.

==History==

Despite the lawlessness of the inn, it is not Drache's most dangerous. That distinction belongs to [[La Cruz Doble]], in the [[Wharf District]]. It is quite possible to keep one's head low and come to no trouble in the Blkdragon. Rather than being a place to get murdered by the Drachean locals, the inn is better known for being the post for foreigners and those new to the city.

==Ownership==

Once owned by BLKDRAGON himself, the inn's current owner is an elderly man named [[Rantan]], who oftens tends bar. Other staff include [[Dulcina]], beloved for cheerfully serving meals and drinks in the midst of bloodshed, [[Paetines]], a priest of the [[Royal Church]], [[Orwell]], the drunken town crier of Drache, and [[Woolly]], a [[Sresar Vale]] [[Dire Sheep]] who steps in when a patron poses extreme danger to the lives and safety of the other patrons.

==Enchanting==

Constant fires in 465-66 forced the decision to enchant the whole building - it is now impossible to burn the inn down by means normal or magical.

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Milipin

2014-09-20T03:44:52Z

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There is a colorful bird in Rondis called the milipin, which has feathers of bright green and yellow.

{{Infobox Bestiary

| common_name = Milipin
| image = Greenfinch.jpg
| alt =
| other_names = Glittering finch
| natural_habitat = [[Rondis]]
| classification = Bird
| average_size = 3.8-5 in.
| average_weight = .25 oz
| coloring = Bright green with yellow ventral side, males have vivid blue flight feathers
| distinguishing_features = Coloration, conical beak for seed-eating

}}

=Description=
The milipin, or glittering finch, is a small, colorful songbird with bright green and yellow coloration. The males have a vivid blue streak on the flight feathers at the back edge of their wings. The birds have a short beak used for cracking nuts and seeds.

=Habitat=
The milipin is found across southeastern [[Veth]] and is most common in the scrublands of Rondis.

=Breeding Habits=
The milipin nest in group nests shared by up to eight birds that mate with each other with little concern for pairing off. They share care of the hatchlings with no regard for gender roles.

=Other Characteristics=
The milipin's coloration is inspiration for [[Rondis|Rondissian]] folk dress; this is said to be because of the folk rumor that the milipin wards off magical curses. Indeed, many Rondissian families keep a milipin in a cage by their door, for it is said that a curse against the home will kill the bird instead of the family members.

A study done by the Arangothian [[Royal University]] found that the milipin indeed attracts and absorbs negative energy from harmful spells, but that the total energy lost is negligible compared to the total strength of the spell, and so the warding potential is minimal. This has done little to discourage the tradition. There is a famous story of a merchant who, afraid of attacks from her rivals, kept hundreds of milipins in her bedroom in an attempt to absorb any negative energy. According to the tale, she was killed by an assassin's crossbow bolt when going out to buy birdseed.
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Grey Bison

2014-09-19T20:34:11Z

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The grey bison is a large herd animal named for the color of their pelt.

{{Infobox Bestiary

| common_name = Grey bison
| image = Albino bison 1sfw.jpg
| alt =
| other_names =
| natural_habitat = Colder climates. [[Alesian Imperium]], [[Panguro]]
| classification = Mammal
| average_size = 9' long, 5'+ at shoulder
| average_weight = 2,000+ lbs
| coloring = Dusky grey, lighter in winter
| distinguishing_features =

}}

=Description=
The fur of the grey bison has a dusky, gray hue. These herd animals are great in both size and strength. They are over 5 ft high at the shoulder, as long as 9 feet, and weigh over a ton. It's said that even the [[Amur Tiger]] has trouble taking down these animals. In winter these animals shed their gray coat for an even paler version.

=Habitat=
Grey bison are found in cold steppes across [[Siveth]], from Panguro to the Alesian Imperium. They flourish wherever there is air cold enough for their dense pelts and enough grass for their massive herds.

=Breeding Habits=
The grey bison breeds twice a year but only bears one calf per cow in each breeding season. These animals are fiercely protective their young, which are always surrounded by the elders when migrating. Once a calf is born it is taken care of by the entire herd without consideration for which animal was its mother.

=Other Characteristics=
The grey bison stampede and migrate in regimented formations, with certain animals assigned definite roles. Some bison serve as lookouts, some as guards, and some as first-responders to approaching threats. Even those who hunt the bison as a way of life only succeed in taking the older and infirm animals who seem to deliberately sacrifice themselves to let the rest of the herd escape unscathed. There are stories told of wizards who have set out to prove their might by taking out a herd of bison only to be humiliated by the clever beasts.

While there is no other sign of classic intelligence in the bison, armies across Veth study their intricate behavior as part of basic training in strategy. It is said that any commander who could outsmart a herd of grey bison could conquer the world.

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Grey Bison

2014-09-19T20:33:20Z

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The grey bison is a large herd animal named for the color of their pelt.

{{Infobox Bestiary

| common_name = Grey bison
| image = Albino bison 1sfw.jpg
| alt =
| other_names =
| natural_habitat = Colder climates. [[Alesian Imperium]], [[Panguro]]
| classification = Mammal
| average_size = 9' long, 5'+ at shoulder
| average_weight = 2,000+ lbs
| coloring = Dusky grey, lighter in winter
| distinguishing_features =

}}

=Description=
The fur of the grey bison has a dusky, gray hue. These herd animals are great in both size and strength. They are over 5 ft high at the shoulder, as long as 9 feet, and weigh over a ton. It's said that even the [[Amur Tiger]] has trouble taking down these animals. In winter these animals shed their gray coat for an even paler version.

=Habitat=
Grey bison are found in cold steppes across Veth, from Panguro to the Alesian Imperium. They flourish wherever there is air cold enough for their dense pelts and enough grass for their massive herds.

=Breeding Habits=
The grey bison breeds twice a year but only bears one calf per cow in each breeding season. These animals are fiercely protective their young, which are always surrounded by the elders when migrating. Once a calf is born it is taken care of by the entire herd without consideration for which animal was its mother.

=Other Characteristics=
The grey bison stampede and migrate in regimented formations, with certain animals assigned definite roles. Some bison serve as lookouts, some as guards, and some as first-responders to approaching threats. Even those who hunt the bison as a way of life only succeed in taking the older and infirm animals who seem to deliberately sacrifice themselves to let the rest of the herd escape unscathed. There are stories told of wizards who have set out to prove their might by taking out a herd of bison only to be humiliated by the clever beasts.

While there is no other sign of classic intelligence in the bison, armies across Veth study their intricate behavior as part of basic training in strategy. It is said that any commander who could outsmart a herd of grey bison could conquer the world.

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Creatures of Siveth by geographical location

2014-09-19T20:32:49Z

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This is a list of creatures discovered by [[James P Liverwurst]], other biologists, explorers and adventures alike.

=Alesian Imperium=
*[[Imperial Eagle]]
*[[Fang-toothed Screamfish]]
*[[Amur Tiger]]
*[[Grey Bison]]
*[[Tree Spider]]

=Azaan=

=Bahija=
Tropical forest, coast
*[[Black Throated Treefrog]]
*[[Fang-toothed Screamfish]]
*[[Giant Hummingbird]]
*[[Tree Spider]]

=Bahr=
*[[Fang-toothed Screamfish]]

=Mertile Island=

=Mwayambi=
*[[Black Lion]]
*[[Grond Dragon]]
*[[Ground Sloth]]
*[[Kameel]]
*[[Klein Perd]]
*[[Kuut'tha]]
*[[Mwayambian Wildcat]]
*[[Renosters]]
*[[Roc]]
*[[Seekoei]]
*[[Woolly Mammoths#Description|Mammoth]]
===Berjeron===
The southwestern portion
===Kadut===
The easternmost section
*[[Tri-humped Camel]]
===Land of Chimerae===
The narrow island above Mwayambi proper
*[[Fout]]
*[[Giant Insects]]
*[[Reuse-wurm]]
===Siombakgede===
Also known as the Land of Giants. Central part of the continent. Grasslands
*[[Blood Worm]]
*[[Giant Crocodile]]
*[[Tri-humped Camel]]
*[[Gobber]]

=Panguro=
Icy polar field
*[[Amur Tiger]]
*[[Grey Bison]]
*[[Woolly Camel]]
*[[Woolly Mammoth]]

=Greater Pentland=
*[[Dartscale]]
*[[Drake|Imperial Drake]]
*[[Dartscale|Glowscale]]
*[[Wyvern]]
*[[Thamno Snake]]
*[[Tree Spider]]
===Pentland===
*[[Drakontos]]
====Kargaan Vale====
*[[Black Lion]]
*[[Kaas Ripper]]
*[[Kargaan Raptor]]
*[[Vampiric Glider]]

===Arrantiada===
===Tuil Sianaach===
Coral reef

=Siveth=
*[[Rock Rat]]

=Taopai=
Harbor, inlets
*[[Amur Tiger]]
*[[Dà Gui]]
*[[Gameru]]
*[[Hu Schiwei]]
*[[Hóuzi Yú]]
*[[Qīngwā]]
*[[Schikukao]]
*[[Tǔ Bō Shǔ]]
*[[Zhenkau Falcon]]

=Veth=
*[[Ghost Eagle]]
*[[Jade Beetle]]
*[[Night Panther]]
*[[RamsHorn Deer]]
*[[Red Hawk]]
*[[Tree Spider]]
===Arangoth===
*[[Crowned Serpent]]
*[[Drachean Wharf Roach]]
*[[Great Wolf]]
*[[Octideb]]
*[[Shadow Bat]]
====Sresar Vale====
Rolling hills, forest
*[[Autumn Snake]]
*[[Dire Sheep]]
*[[Gobber]]
*[[Sresar Vale Moorhound]]

===Aslar===
===Assi===
River valley
===Cabalos Islands===
*[[Tree Spider]]
===Caern Rhia===
===Elgaria===
Dark forest
*[[Amber Bear]]
*[[Gloom Owl]]
*[[Octidebs]]
===Elluria===
Sea cliffs, harbor, river
*[[Night Panther]]
===Elvendeep===
Redwood forest
*[[Amber Bear]]
*[[Autumn Snake]]
*[[Giant Dragonfly]]
*[[Giant Eagle]]
*[[Giant Owl]]
*[[Giant Swan]]
*[[Great Wolf]]
===Emil===
Mountains, harbor
*[[Kokomahs Bird]]
===Ferluxebi===
Great Desert
*[[Desert Pony]]
*[[Gyrchin]]
*[[Kangaroo Mouse]]
*[[Speckle-pelted Desert Bear]]
===Griffon's Aerie===
*[[Dryad]]
*[[Hippogriff]]
*[[Koagle]]
*[[Lesser Griffon]]
===Isle of Myst===
Forest, grasslands
*[[Amber Bear]]
*[[Autumn Snake]]
*[[Black Lion]]
*[[Gobber]]
*[[Tree Spider]]
===Kahlahra===
Plains and steppeland that give way to hills near mountains
*[[Gobber]]
*[[Great Wolf]]
*[[Kokomahs Bird]]
===Leturia===
*[[Black Lion]]
*[[Great Wolf]]
*[[Rint]]
===Najjir===
Crystal sands, desert
*[[Jilab Sand Hopper]]
*[[Khalar Horse]]
*[[Goliath Scorpion]]
====Fareedah====
[[Najjir#The Crystal Frontier|Shimmering dunes]]
*[[Goliath Scorpion]]
*[[Riverbed Snake]]
===Orjana===
===Randis===
===Rashnad===
Inhospitable desert
*[[Desert-Skritter]]
===Rondis===
River, isolated,
*[[Milipin]]
===Secca===
Harbor, dense forest
====The Backwoods====
*[[Amber Bear]]
*[[Autumn Snake]]

===Taj Jahan===
Big freshwater lake, jungles
====Parvati Forest====
*[[Fanged Ape]]
===Teldanar===
Mountains, desert
*[[Kokomahs Bird]]
===Temaigh===
===Thontaran Steppe===
*[[Gobber]]
*[[Hlindar]]
*[[Sand Bear]]
*[[Thontaran Horse]]
===Tollor===
Grasslands, hills, harbor
*[[Gobber]]
===Zul Kiras===
Mountains
*[[Black Lion]]
*[[Great Wolf]]
*[[Gyrchin]]
*[[Kokomahs Bird]]

=Underdark=
*[[Hiranblas]]
*[[Kyorilta]]
*[[Rauv'eyl]]

=Xiunhai-la=
Cliffs, floating stones
*[[Night Panther]]
*[[Zhenkau Falcon]]

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Roc

2014-09-19T02:39:59Z

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The titanic roc of the Land of Giants is a bird legendary across the world.
{{Infobox Bestiary

| common_name = Roc
| image = Roc.jpg
| alt = A roc carrying off a pair of mammoths
| other_names = Also known as Rukh, Garuda
| natural_habitat = The Siombakgede grasslands in [[Mwayambi]]
| classification = Bird
| average_size = 15 ft long (36 ft wingspan)
| average_weight = 1 ton
| coloring = Brown wings with a white belly and head; iridescent down
| distinguishing_features = Intelligent but nonverbal

}}

=Description=
One of the largest predators in the [[Mwayambi]] grasslands, the Roc stands a full 15 feet from beak to tail. Its coloration encompasses various shades of brown with a universally white or off-white belly and head that are hard to spot against the bright daytime sky. A roc can live for hundreds of years, and rarely dies of anything except natural causes.

Due to their long lifespans and lack of natural predators, juvenile rocs are rare, but they tend to have iridescent plumage. This plumage mostly falls out with adulthood, although the thick down hidden beneath the other feathers retains its rainbow color. This down is so valued as a rare commodity that there are Mwayambians who make their living harvesting shed feathers from near-unreachable roc nests.

=Habitat=
The roc is mainly found in the Siombakgede grasslands in Mwayambi, known as the Land of Giants. It nests in rare rocky mountaintops or, if in a particularly flat territory, it will uproot trees and dig trenches with its claws to create inaccessible islands in rivers or lakes on which to nest.

The roc maintains a hunting territory that it cultivates, making sure not to overharvest and keeping out any threats to its food supply. Rocs will not fight over territory; rather, they will work out borders between themselves that often overlap at the edges, sharing the gamekeeping burden.

Rocs can stay aflight for days when necessary, gliding even when asleep. Occasionally a roc will leave Mwayambi and set up a home elsewhere, even on another continent.

=Breeding Habits=
Rocs mate only once every several decades, usually with their neighbors. They have little tendency toward forming mating pairs. They tend to have clutches of three or four eggs. Roc eggs are highly sought by truly daring collectors, but securing one is a tremendously hazardous task involving carrying an egg the size of a person across miles of grassland without being noticed from the air.

=Other Characteristics=
Rocs are said to be highly intelligent, although none seem to be able to speak in a humanoid tongue unaided. What little Arangothian scholars know of roc thought was learned from rare examples that learned the ancient griffon tongue of [[Griffon's Aerie]]. Rocs despise dragons, lizards, and [[giant crocodiles]] and see themselves as protectors of their territory. They are intensely spiritual beings but not creatures of faith; they apparently pass the decades contemplating existence and the nature of divinity. There are rumors of rocs with mystical powers, but no confirmation of these stories.

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Mwayambi

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Long has Drache been a crossroads between the northern desert trade and the southern sea. But beyond bustling Taranor, beyond the desert wastes, beyond fabled Kazamki, whence do the strange goods come? Northeast of Veth, another landmass bespeaks an answer: Mwayambi, land of countless gods, black men, and rivers of gold.

=Geographical Features=

Mwayambi is a continent owning a great number of strange nations and unexplored reaches, listed here are only the ones known to the learned of the south. Along the coasts and island promontories one will find the sea-going Berjeron, a tall and dark race of skirted merchants. North is the veldt empire of the black Kadut dwarves and their [[Tri-humped camel|camel]]-mounted cavalry. Caught between the two empires are the inland tribes of the Bakbé, who settle around giant ziggurats and ride fearlessly upon striped horse-like creatures. Their home, the grasslands of Siombakgede, are rich with Mwayambi's most valuable resources: its giant fauna with their ivory; gold; sugar; dishanti (a type of tobacco); and coffee. The desert adds salt and the ocean, pearls, to the continent's exports. North of the human and dwarven peoples is the barren desert waste, where above lies the Land of Chimerae. Here monsters, giant insects, and inhuman creatures roam. By ancient conquests and the might of the Kadut, none are meant to be allowed south of the desert into inhabited lands. Both the Berjeron and Kadut empires have long trading relationships with the south, knowing the ports of Mashriq in Najjir and Kazamki in Rashnad best of all.

It should be noted before all else that the ecology of Mwayambi is unlike the southern countries. Although the landscapes are similar, with deserts, grasslands, lush coastal areas, and even some thick jungle near the mountains, it is in its fauna that this land differs the most.

Siombakgede, the grasslands central to Mwayambi, may be translated as "land of giants" and this is certainly accurate, if not pertaining to the human population. The majority of animals dwarf anything else found on land save perhaps dragons.

==Fauna==

[[Woolly Mammoths#Description|Mammoths]], [[Ground Sloth|ground sloths]], and the [[Roc|rocs]] which feed on them are among the largest land creatures, all standing larger than 15 ft. The bison-like [[Kuut'tha|kuut'tha]], the [[Kameel|giant camel]], [[Seekoei|hippopotami]] and [[Renosters|rhinos]] are smaller, but the smallest is larger than any creature found near Arangoth's continent, which the locals call [[Veth]] (after the [[Rashnaditz]] earth god). Even the smaller fauna can be deadly, with [[Mwayambian Wildcat|cats]] that rival a [[Vethite Horse|Vethite horse]]. Zebras, antelopes and other beasts dot the plains at mid-sizes. One of the smaller species is the [[Klein Perd|horse]] itself, which barely grows above knee-height in Mwayambi. All beasts are wary of the [[Giant Crocodile|giant crocodiles]] in Siombakgede's rivers, which reach lengths of thirty feet.

Because of the abundance of food, a few wingless [[Grond Dragon|dragons]] can be found in the mountains and deserts of the continent -- of dark colours and mostly evil natures. The vast majority want little to do with humans, and keep to their dens, counting their gold.

It is perhaps because of these giant, dangerous creatures that Mwayambi is more sparsely populated than Veth, especially at its core. The great empires have risen up at its fringes, and those nations within are scattered and mostly barbaric.

Still, it also means Mwayambi, and Siombakgede in particular, is a source of great wealth. The mammoths of the plains carry enormous ivory tusks -- the greatest source in the known world, and the mostly virgin soil is rich in nutrients. Coffee, pepper and dishanti crops of the Bakbé are both plentiful and of the highest quality. The rich veins of gold in the highlands are barely tapped. Furs, hides, salted delicacy meats and fish add to their exports.

=Religion=
''Main Article: [[The Thousand Gods]]''

Almost unanimously, the nations of Mwayambi worship races of Gods rather than individuals. The Bakbé call this race the Murowé, and its plane of existence Mu. The Berjeron call them simply The Thousand Gods and the Heavens.

=The Berjeron=

The ‘black mariners’ of the Eastern Ocean have an Empire without much use for a centre. Islands and solitary ports throughout the vast expanse of water are populated with Berjeron colonies. More are added every day, for the Berjeron Empire is an expanding phenomenon.

==History==

Two hundred years ago, the Farfarers began a long stint in possession of the Viziership that included their beginning of Empire and institution of an Imperial University. This university invited experts from all over Mwayambi to pool knowledge of ship-building and navigation, knowledge which has propelled the Farfarers into the premiere marine force upon the Eastern Ocean. It has enabled them to sail further and faster than almost any other nation. The Berjeron pilot giant black-hulled freighters and carracks with three masts, a recent innovation of the last century or so.

==Government and Politics==

Ruling over the empire is a Priest-Queen known as the Suzeraine, a hereditary matriarch based in their most ancient city on the coast of Mwayambi. Serving Her Imperial Majesty is a court of nobles and four powerful Orders – remnants of what were once distinct peoples long ago assimilated: the Saints of Jomeil, the Tervagants, the Ley Savants, and the Farfarers. From among the Order’s Imams, or leaders, and the more powerful nobles (a Ras, perhaps, or a Negus), a Vizier is chosen to serve each Suzeraine as the practical head of government, and usually rules in their own faction’s interest.

==Military==

*'''The Saints of Jomeil''' are paladins, wearing mail hauberks and leafy wreaths beneath their cylinder helms and often riding imported horses.
*'''The Tervagants''' are fierce amazon fighters who excel at archery and the machete.
*'''The Ley Savants''' are wizards and sages who are imminently adaptable.
*'''The Farfarers''' are merchants and sailors and form the nation's powerful navy.

The Berjeron fight with myriad weapons, but generally favour straight long-swords, hippo-hide bucklers, and bracelet daggers. The Saints of Jomeil also make use of lances. The Tervagants have adopted foreign crossbows recently, and have seen great success in combining these with their customary bow-women for devastating versatility.

==Society and Peoples==

The Berjeron are often considered the most diverse of Ambé nations, because in their expansion they have absorbed countless peoples, and adopted cultural and technological traits of dozens of other nations, including some of those belonging to ‘Veth’ (their name for Arangoth’s continent). Berjeron cities are marvelous places of marble and mud-brick, temple and manour, with merchants crying out the benefits of myriad delights from the huge soukhs, or market-places. The typical Berj dresses for his balmy climate in a sarong and little else. In harsher conditions, similarly draped clothing such as djellabas and swami shirts are added.

Spice and sugar-cane cultivation, pearl-fishing, and slaving are their major industries besides shipping and merchanteering. The Berjeron have grown unimaginably wealthy through trade, especially that of Pangui goods across the ocean directly, rather than the long and ponderous ‘World’s Road’ which runs partly through Mwayambi. However, Bahijan shipping has recently begun to encroach upon their monopoly. Giant Berjeron carracks are everyday sights in Najjir, Kazamki, and down the Thontaran coast to Rispith, but further on towards the southern sea they are rare enough so as to be still new to the unworldly.

An individual is a Berj, while the empire and the adjective is Berjeron. Common names for men might sound like Abasi, Zien, Benue, Touso, Delam, and Naire. For women, like Zyad, Achan, Kamaria, Masiki, Zubira, and Marjani.

==Language==

Each Berj speaks several outlander tongues as well as his more native languages, and they are renowned for their worldliness.

=The Kadut=

Along the northern half of human-inhabited Mwayambi is the veldt and desert empire of The Kadut. These black-skinned dwarves are mighty warriors, seeing as how they must defend the southlands from the ‘Chimerae’ of the northern deserts.

==History==

==Government and Politics==

Unlike most of the Ambé, they are not ruled by their priests, but instead by a sibling pair as King and Queen, or more traditionally Kadutshah and Kadutshiste. There is no sexual congress between the two, and each keep many consorts. The Queen is somewhat inferior, and the nation is mostly patriarchal. Beneath the royal pair, noble Satraps control cities and expanses of the veldt.

==Military==

Stretched far from their ports of the west and the mountain-cities of the east, with only arid grass and salt flats and the occasional oases between them, the key of these dwarves is mobility. The King’s famed ‘Méhariste’ army is charged with protecting the frontier and the roads between east and west. Each giant bactrian camel carries two dwarves (one driver, one warrior), each in side-mounted baskets. The driver’s side is well shielded with steel disks, while the warrior’s is open for combat with compound bows and bidents. The Méharistes are master warriors and tacticians, often charging at an angle with shielded-side forward, before turning swiftly to unleash a devastating attack upon their opponents. Méharistes sign on for ten year tours and are given immense legal power to search and execute. The Kadutshah, ostensibly their commander, must be very careful to retain their loyalty.

Supplementing the Méharistes in times of war are forces of mammoth cavalry, foot regiments, and small units of monks. The Kadut are also known for the Bashi-bazouk, warriors who can drive themselves into a battle-frenzy.

Warriors carry bidents, bows, and angular scimitars with enlarged tips. They also favour throwing irons (like multi-bladed tomahawks, or giant shuriken).

==Society and Peoples==

The Kadut tend to have the darkest skin of all Ambé races. A typical Kadut dwarf carries the racial tradition of whiskers, but styles his black beard into ringlets or, especially if a warrior, keeps it short and groomed. He drapes his body in robes and wraps his head above and below his face (often covering his beard) in a turban. A warrior will replace the cloth robe with one of knee-length chain-mail but keep the turban. The Méharistes wear pristine white as a mark of their Order, while others prefer rich blues and reds.

East in the kasbahs, or mountain-cities, the dwarves mine salt, iron and gold using scent-trained insects: dog-sized ants to help dig and carry, and fist-sized honeybees to provide feed for the ants. The extracted minerals are sent west in ox-trains with honey and Pangui goods (from unknown sources across the mountains) to the manufacturing and trading ports of the west. Ironically, though the dwarves are the most fiercely pro-humanoid of the nations, they are often looked down upon for using hated insects (which are associated with [demons]) as beasts of burden. It should be noted, however, that an underclass of the Kadut, the Grub-handlers, who always hide their skin with full robes and bronze masks, are the ones who raise the insects.

A single dwarf is called a Kadut, Kaduti, or Kadutian interchangeably. Common names for males include Bornu, Malal, Ako, Kalil, Koum, Odai, and Bhoke. Those for women are Kiri, Anya, Sarraka, and Makeda.

==Language==

The Kadut have their own language which is entirely different from the language spoken by dwarves on Veth.

=The Bakbé=

Caught between the two mighty empires, and hampered by the land’s megafauna, are the barbaric Bakbé peoples who inhabit the heart of the ‘Land of Giants,’ the plains of Siombakgede.

==History==

A thousand years ago, the ox-mounted Bakbé migrated from the east into land formerly inhabited by a great empire of ziggurat builders that both the Kadut and the Berjeron claim were their ancestors. Some of the migrants began to settle on and around these abandoned terraced structures and create a simple life of hunting and agriculture, while in harmony with those tribes who chose to stay nomadic and hunt the great beasts.

==Government and Politics==

Atop the great structures are the temples wherein rule the female Matriarchs of the clan, who are, again priestesses. Each tier below the peak holds the domiciles of the tribes simple hierarchies and peoples. There are no palaces, and even ‘noble’ families live in basic huts and farm small crops, including millet, yams, dishanti, pepper and coffee, as well as keeping herds of small sheep and goats.

==Military==

Though oxen are the most common mount, brave young men like to paint themselves with white stripes and compete at capturing and riding wild zebras with the help of enchanted bridles made by their Priestesses. Once reconciled, a zebra and Bakbé is devastatingly quick and skilled at both hunting and warfare. The most skilled cavalry on the continent, The Bakbe owe their freedom to this advantage, as well as their guile and mastery of the landscape. Bakbé see the mount-rider relationship as temporary, and do not keep herds of zebras.

A warrior will carry long-bladed spears, forward-curving swords, and throwing irons. For inter-tribal warfare, however, he will only ever use a club and killing is frowned upon. Shocking to most other nations, Bakbé warriors see eating a fallen foe’s heart as an honourable and strengthening act, and proof against undeath for the fallen.

==Society and Peoples==

A typical Bakbé wears very little besides a loin-cloth and jewelry, men and women alike. The young men function as warriors, while the women act as priestesses. The megafauna are mostly kept away from the settlements by hunters, brush-walls, and small brush fires. Common names for Bakbé men include Nbaro, Mbawa, Gweyu, Nkemakolam, Ngozi, and Chinenye. Those for women include Emeka, Eze, Ada, Uzondu, Chidebere, and Ndidi.

Once every dozen years or so, what the Bakbé call ‘wooden clouds’ will arrive atop the ziggurats carrying their masters, the Xiunlans. Trade will commence thereafter, but neither peoples remember how this practice began. It is yet another reason the northern and southern empires wish to gain Siombakgede for themselves.

==Language==

Each Bakbé tribe speaks its own dialect. Tribes who live close together tend to have similar languages, and become increasingly dissimilar as geographical distance increases.

=Magic=

Divine magic, or ‘prayer’ is much more prevalent than any sorcery or psionics. In fact, it is commonly associated with the ruling class, as theocracies are very common in Mwayambi. There are no significant regional characteristics to Ambé divine magic, save that the greater number of Gods tends to lead to certain ‘prayers’ being associated with certain gods, and Priests tend to be devoted to entire Pantheons/Groups/Races of Gods rather than a single deity.

Sorcerous magic is rare and is used through ‘Eldritch Masks’: each different in size, appearance, and power, specially carved for certain purposes and effects. Due to the effects of the ‘ley lines’ of the continent, sorcerous magic can only be used through the use of a these artifacts. In fact, it is believed that the ceremony binds the essence of a minor demon into the mask, permitting the flow of sorcerous energies. A lesser mask might only grant the wearer one spell, while a greater one would allow the Conjurer to draw upon any number of spells.

Sorcery has dire consequences. Any use of a Mask immediately ensures that the Conjurer will rise from the grave after death, be it as ghost, ghoul, etc, depending on the power of the spell-casting and its frequency. As well, the use of sorcerous magic in the first place is a powerful beacon, attracting myriad undead. The more powerful the spell used, the more numerous and more powerful undead will awaken and seek the site out. Sorcery is thus inextricably linked with the undead, though an Ambé Conjurer cannot raise the dead directly.

Magic is understandably mistrusted, especially by the Priests, but of course mistrust must fall by the wayside on occasion for necessary or nefarious purposes. Outlander mages, too, are subject to the laws of magic in this realm, just as they are in Panguro. An outlander must wear an eldritch mask if he is to draw upon any of his spells and they will most certainly attract the same unwelcome visitors. Ambé Conjurers travelling abroad could conceivably cast outlander spells were they to study them, but would have to take along their masks to cast their own spells.

It should be noted that necromancy here is solely an ability of the highest level Priests, and not arcanists. Sorcery attracts undead, but the spells to create them are not known in Mwayambi.

The worldly Berjeron have among them a special order of mages significantly different from Ambé Conjurers. The Ley Savants are masters of divining and studying the Ley Lines which cover the world, affecting all things magical. Because the Berjeron travel over such a large space, the Ley Savants have learned to both ‘read’ and adapt to the magical geography of a certain place. For instance, a Ley Savant might carry upon his person a Mask, a spellbook and components, and various salves and charms in order to work his magic in Mwayambi, ‘Veth’ (Arangoth’s Continent) and Panguro, respectively. A Savant will always carry strange tools, including mystic sextants, to study the Ley Lines.

==The Undead of Mwayambi==
‘Chimerae’ (any kind of monster, but not dragons) are, by ancient conquests, not permitted to cross the northern desert and enter the civilized lands. These borders are held by the powerful Kadut dwarves and through their efforts the inhuman insects and [[Fout|insect-peoples]], [[Reuse-wurm|giant worms]], vampiric storms, and other horrors are kept at bay.

But the clever demons who begat said monsters would not be denied all their human prey and influenced mankind to create the demon-infestation known as undeath.

Undead are unfortunately common throughout the southern lands: wights, spectres, ghosts, zombies and other terrible creatures are similar to those of Arangoth. There are, however, two types of undead that are worth noting.

===The Mumiyé===

The burial practices of the various peoples of Mwayambi are all mostly similar, in that those noble deceased are mummified and entombed. This springs from the practices of the pre-Bakbé empire, the Ziggurat builders. Beneath each ziggurat is the entombed bodies of hundreds of men and women, and one high priest.

When sorcerous magic is used, via the Masks (see [Magic]), it attracts the undead. The unliving thirst for magical energies, and its use is a beacon to them. The solitary cannibals known as vampires, and even those simply dead often rise up and crawl from their tombs as ghosts, zombies or ghouls to come to a magic area. The more powerful the magic, the more enchanting the beacon. A great use of sorcery, such as has only happened a few times in Mwayambi’s history, will awaken a Mumiya, an undead priest, from beneath their ziggurat. If a lich is the ultimate undead in the south, the Mumiya holds that title in the north. They are spoken of in whispers, and only the learned know that one or two are still awake and not destroyed or sleeping.

The Mumiyé (pl.) are mummified, but their wrappings are mostly invisible beneath the priest’s robes they don on awakening. Their faces, which are never wrapped, are shriveled and dried, but can be disguised if necessary. The maggots that live within their body are rarely seen unless they are injured, and a Mumiya’s flesh transforms into deadly scarab beetles upon his destruction.

An awakened Mumiya is a fearsome power, able to control divine magics of the highest orders and shape the very fabric of the world around him. Thus sorcery is feared in Mwayambi, and used…sparingly.

===The Vampires===

Vampires come in two sorts in Mwayambi. Each is created when a bite and the feeding back of blood pass on the demonic ‘blood worm’ to a living host. Most Ambé are driven mad by their descent into vampirism, and become little more than human-shaped beasts with disfigured faces and long fangs. They steal into villages at night to feed. Sometimes they travel alone, sometimes in packs. They have the mentality of animals and no capacity for speech.

Occasionally, however, one will eat the heart of a fellow vampire. These ‘Heart-Eaters’ transcend their madness and gain the horrifying aspects of their southern cousins: power, mystery, and cunning. Some live secret lives in Ambé towns, while some live by themselves and often command ‘swarms’ of the lesser vampires.

The Heart-Eaters, as their name suggests, drink not just blood from their human victims. Their cannibalistic endeavours not only sate their thirst and hunger, but can also give them insights into, and the abilities of, their meal.

Upon being staked with wood, vampire flesh bursts into a swarm of disease-carrying tsetse flies – the final form of the blood worms. The uninfected skeleton remains and the skull must be removed and buried upside down with cloves and other spices, preferably at a holy site or crossroads.

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A flyer is posted around Drache, printed on rice paper in vividly colorful ink.

DRACHE COOKING TOURNAMENT

Are you a chef without comparison? Do you have secret cooking techniques?
Prove your skill in the arts of the kitchen at the Drache Cooking Tournament on
the 20th of Hearthfire.

Contestants will gather in the Drache Arena, which will be converted into a
place of culinary battle. Bring a dish that showcases your unique skill and
style. Those the judges select as best will face off in a timed competition to
create a several-course dinner, competing for best taste, appearance, and
creativity. Each course will have a surprise theme, that may require
contestants to use a certain ingredient or approach. The courses will be an
appetizer platter, a soup or side dish, a main course, and a dessert.

The sponsors of the event will provide an array of ingredients, a set of cooking
tools, and a full hearth for cooking. Magic is permitted, but will not be
provided with the exception of an ice mage for chilling cold dishes.
Contestants should keep in mind that magically summoned food is clearly inferior
to a discerning palate. If special tools or ingredients are required, please
make a request with your application.

No blood or flesh of sentient beings will be permitted.

The Drache Cooking Tournament is organized by Kweitai Taste, the restaurant of
lead announcer Paiti Schulai.

Admission is free for spectators.

((Hey, folks. Here's the deal: the tournament will be held on Sunday, September
20th, 2009, at 4:00 PM Drache (Mountain) Time / 10:00 PM GMT. It will happen
in #blkdragon*arena.

I'm accepting applications for cooks, judges, and sponsors. The application
deadline is Wednesday the 16th.

Cooks: Include a 1-2 paragraph description of your dish. If only two or three
people apply, everyone will compete; if more do, I'll give the descriptions to
the judges (anonymously) ahead of time and they'll pick the best two as
contestants. You'll be notified ahead of time if you're selected or not, and
all applicants will at least get their dishes showcased and get to RP their
reaction to the decision.

Judges: I'm looking for a handful of judges: say, six. I'm not sure what
interest there'll be, so if I'm deluged with applicants, I'll figure out some
fair way of deciding. Judges will be secret IC and OOC until they're announced
at the event.

Sponsors: Do you have a blacksmith character? A grocer? A fisherman? A spice
importer? Let me know, and your character/character's business will get a plug
for providing some item for the contest ("And those pots they're using are made
by Grimm's Kitchenware on Market Street!"). I'll accomodate all sponsorship
requests, within reason.

Please e-mail applications and questions to ladyhatshepsut@gmail.com or contact
me on IRC.

-Hatshepsut))
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The Drache Arena had a bit of a makeover in the past 48 hours. A new layer of sand was laid down and two cooking stations were been set up, each with a massive brick-and-iron stove, wooden counters, and an array of tools. A table in the center of the arena was piled high with food and several event staff stood by in the wings. Up in one of the special spectator's boxes, a table was set up with fine silverware for the judges and above that was the announcer's box, where a small man and a half-snake woman stood.

Paiti Schulai was a very short man, barely more than five feet tall. He had dusky yellow skin and purplish-black hair that was shaved quite close to the scalp. His ears were slightly pointed and his bottom canines were quite prominent. He was dressed in vividly-colored robes of red and gold silk, heavily embroidered with emerald-green thread.

Fully decked out for today's festivities, Deis Nika the Lamia was in her natural form, her ophidian tail generously coiled beneath her. The woman's sense of fashion was quite radiant -- the glimmering sari she wore seemed to shift color whenever she moved, or simply when looked upon from another angle. Her hair matched, of course, spilling around her shoulders. The usual compliment of jewelry just seemed to shine and sparkle now as she settled into the announcer's box.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Paiti said, his voice amplified by some hidden magic. "Welcome, everyone, to the Drache Cooking Tournament. Here, we will put two cooks in battle, to see who has the most skill, creativity, and passion. I am Paiti Schulai, chef at Kweitai Taste, the main sponsor of the competition." He looked at Deis, gesturing for her to introduce herself.

Hidden magic? Why, whoever would say that? The lovely Lamia spoke, of course. "And I am Deis Nika, owner of the House of Magic in Market Square, here to welcome you all to the Cooking Touornament! Today's contest is brought to you by Kweitai Taste, voice amplification by House of Magic, utensils by Baske's Trading Post, and further sponsorship by P. Rumini's Apothecary. Welcome to this contest of cooking prowess!"

Paiti Schulai smiled and turns to gesture at the judges' table. "Judging today, we have several different kinds of people, from different parts of Drache. We have Trug, a construction worker with a very discerning palate and a very big appetite!" He gestured toward Trug.

At his place at the table, the mighty Trug, Troll extraordinaire, peered through his monocle at the assembled peoples. Trug was a hefty troll, some nine feet tall, and heavily built. His outfit consisted of dark woven trousers, a wine red tunic with gold trim, and a tooled leather vest from the pocket of which his monocle chain poked.

Half standing, Trug lifted a very broad hand in salute to the contestants, "Good day!" The troll needed no amplification magic to be heard, "Trug wish all contestants best of luck!"

Deis introduced the next judge. "Maker and importer of cures and sundry goods, Parin Rumini sells quality medicines, ointments, scents, candles, decorations, and just about anything one would need from an apothecary! Her shop is open seven days a week, and is located in the Market Square - feel free to sample her fine quality products after the show!"

Despite the young merchantlady's conservative black and green dresses and high starched white collars (not to mention a simple, clean, loosely-gathered ponytail of hair), Parin was a little ball of vanity. And it showed with the nice brooch of a large and nicely cut emerald and gold rope at her collar, and a pair of earrings to match. Parin Rumini, Apothecary had won this wealth with her inventive mind and keen business sense. And the fresh-faced borgeoisette was something of an epicure -- always fond of a fine dinner before a trip to the Theatre. So she eagerly hopped to the opportunity to sit and judge this special event of culinary prowess. She knew eyes would be on her in those suspenseful moments -- especially on her mouth. So Tespin Rumini had teeth nicely whitened by one of her products (a tooth powder) and her naturally bright-coral pink lips dusted dusky caramel at their edges.

In short, the jet-haired merchant looked good today. She flashed up a dramatically-accented smile when introduced. "I am very glad to be here, thank you," she said after a curious glance to the hallmarks on the silverware. It was nice-looking work.

Paiti nodded to Parin and looked over the crowd. "And finally, we have a former knight and now guard-corporal of the Drache Royal Guard, Hunter Grafsburg!"

Seeing as this was a ceremonial thing, Graf had gone full-bore and had worn ceremonial armor. He stood up and bowed politely to the crowd, though he didn't actually say much of anything. Graf was... not the best public speaker in the whole wide world, after all!

Paiti gave Graf a half-bow, then turned to the arena at large. "And now our guests for the night, the cooks who will be competing. First, we have a visitor from underground, the cook at a small bistro that serves the unique Vuulari cuisine to natives and visitors from the surface. Please, be welcome for Cook... Vraezcjellia." He pronounced the name very, very carefully.

The elder Vuulari war priestess walked confidently into the arena and were the venue to be hosting its usual fare of bloody, violent conflict Vraezcjellia wouldn't have seemed too much out of place, but this day she was prepared to show off a different set of skills, ones of a much more friendly nature, and ones that she spent most of her time practicing these days.

She was dressed conservatively, elegant but not too flashy, sporting the dark yet vivid colors of her house, and her manner was as refined and poised as her garb. Despite the malevolent reputation of her race, the old Vuulari seemed approachable, even friendly, in a relative sense of course, and somewhat comfortable around those of fairer skin.

Vraezcjellia was carrying a dish that appeared to be, shall we say, completely not surprising considering who she was? Upon a dark green plate clung a large, jet black spider, cut open, prepared, and slow roasted for the occasion. Appearances aside, anyone who would catch a whiff of the somewhat repulsive dish would find their taste buds yearning for a bite or two.

Escorting the chef into the arena was a small Vuulari who was no stranger to Drache's arena, having fought in the annual martial tournament the previous year and wowing the crowd with her acrobatic style. The silver-clad Jaz'zjaminae had been assigned to make sure that all went well lest there be some violently anti-Vuulari elements in the crowd. Jasmine gave the crowd a little wave as she entered.

The elder Vuulari modestly presented her entry "Vlos-orbb Repalninkiz" on a ornate dark green plate which was speckled with myriad flecks of silver and gold. Holding fast to the plate, as it had while in its death throes, was a large, black, hairless spider.

A rare breed it was, and quite a delicacy, especially when caught in the wild just before she laid her eggs and killed in exactly the right way to preserve the rich flavor and smooth texture of her flesh.

The spider's cephalothorax and abdomen had been split open and the digestive system removed to allow the diner easy access the three most delicious of the spider's organs: the brain, the book lung, and an ovary bulging with ripe eggs. The brain and book lung had both been cooked to perfection and were tender yet firm with the lung having been drained of its fluid and filled with a spicy yogurt cream.

Both were bathed in a warm layer of the spider's own haemolymph, a nutrient rich, salty fluid which, when a little vinegar was added, made everything taste sharper and smell surprisingly appetizing, even to human senses. The ovary had received special attention with the eggs having been carefully removed before the spider was slow roasted.

After being cleaned, chilled, and marinated in a light mixture of lime and minced onion, the eggs had been placed back into the spider, but only moments before it was to be served so that they would still be cold and delicious. So how does it taste?

Well, the dish had been compared to a meal of caviar, lobster, and stuffed salmon all on the same plate, but only in terms of those dishes' superb quality as Vlos-orbb Repalninkiz had distinct flavors all its own.

"And for your next contestant," the luscious Lamia announced, "All the way from Millakamrath, this kindhearted halfling chef with nearly eighty years' experience as Ravynettius's personal chef! I don't even want to have to think of the workload necessary for that, now! Please give a warm Drachean welcome to Orla Farrowelch!"

Orla Farrowelch peeked out, big brown eyes searching the crowd a moment, before she made her way in properly. All of three foot six, she was clad in a grey and purple gown that may have, at one point, been properly fitted. With wizened features and her grey hair bound in a bun from which a few stray wisps escaped in a frazzled manner, she nonetheless seemed remarkably fit for her age, despite her... matronly figure. She wheeled a single tray before her, of silvery make but bearing a single dish upon it.

Presented here upon a crystal dish was a simple desert, at least for Orla. A double scoop of chocolate ice cream, laden with chocolate chunks and strawberry was fried and lightly dusted with cookie crumb and glazed with a honey coating. A single strawberry, split down the middle, rested folded open atop the concoction, which itself rested upon a bed of fudge and vanilla swirl layered like snow upon golden brown pastries marbled with veins of ground cinnamon. Candied sprinkles were laid in a slowly expanding concentric spiral from the opened strawberry, about the soft swell of the ice cream proper, and then along the pastry leaves. Little dollops of stewed and pureed apple were arranged in stawrberry quarters around the pastry leaves, opening like flowers around the central dish.

Parin narrowed her expressive brown eyes and met white incisors in curious reaction to the roasted spider -- what flavors it could have between its hairy skin and its soft flesh. And then those eyes went wide, upon the arrival of a halfling bearing... Ice Cream. With... Strawberries. And Apple, and Honey, and Vanilla! Oh, the vanilla-scented, pastry and sweets-craving young woman would have to fight hard to not make her judgement in advance! She took a breath and set a hand on her black-blouse rumpled chest to settle down.

The small announcer waited for applause to die down. "The dishes you see are what qualified the cooks for this competition," he announced. "But now they will have a harder test. The rules tonight are simple. There will be four courses: appetizer, soup or side dish, main dish, and dessert. Each will have a theme. There will be a time limit for each course, and after each course the judges will taste and comment. At the end, they will decide a winner." He pauses. "The theme for tonight is the city of Drache itself. Each course will reflect some aspect of the city. Lady Nika, would you introduce the appetizer theme?"

"Well, we clearly have some variety here now, don't we, Paiti?" Deis declared. "There are entire worlds of cuisine between roast spider and ice cream on pastries! Speaking of spiders, I would like to point out that they do have somewhat of a poor reputation - certain breeds are quite intelligent, and can be domesticated and trained very easily." The Lamia Lady cleared her throat and continued. "Anyway, as the theme of today's tournament is the City Itself, so it's only fitting that the appetizers are based on its districts! Chefs, you can choose to model your appetizers after the Church District - a place of purity, compassion, and truth, your dish should represent thoughtfulness and focus, and perhaps just a little bit of everybody's favorite evil-zapper, the Royal Seal. Do be careful not to commit sacrilege, of course," she chuckled.

Trug steepled his fingers, waiting ominously for the chefs to start.

Paiti nodded to Deis. "The second appetizer will represent the Mingit District, home to a group of former refugees who made the city their home. The Mingits are known for love of strong drink and zesty food; the dish should be hearty and flavorful. The cooks will need to make two appetizers, one for the Church District and one for the Mingit District." He pauses dramatically and picks up an hourglass. "The contestants may begin!" he cries, then turns the glass over.

Graf found himself hoping he wouldn't have to eat that spider. He gave Trug a look that seemed to be saying 'What have you dragged me into?' Trug polished his monocle, missing Graf's look. Parin kept good, prim posture in her seat, and took nicely embroidered cuffs back from light-peanut tan wrists.

Orla Farrowelch fell into thought for but a moment. Finally she rubbed her small hands together. "Well now, y'all are certainly set to challenge. Purity calls up simplicity, austerity, so I think we'll start with..." She drew forth from her pocket a bag and set it down upon the provided cooktop. From this she took a pot of glyphed silver. "Eggs." She began to count out a half-dozen eggs into some water, setting it to boil for now. She worked in an unhurried manner; the little halfling woman was practiced at such things, or so it seemed. A few locks of her hair escaped the tight bun, but they were quickly tucked up behind one ear. "Now while that's boiling, let's see..." And so was produced a knife, some crisp celery, and some carrots.

"Lady Farrowelch is boiling eggs," Paiti observed. "This reminds me of the traditional Feast of Eggs, which was just this week in Drache. It was a delicious celebration. Perhaps she is planning some sort of deviled egg? It is a popular appetizer."

Vraezcjellia paused to think about what she needed to do for the appetizers. The second one seemed easier, but the first, well, she didn't know much about how to cater to the holier-than-thou crowd. After all, she'd spent a lot of her long lifetime making war on them, not serving them food. Then inspiration struck and she got to work.

"Am seem like," Trug commented sidelong to Deis, "Orla am much have advantage here. Am off to solid start, seem for have clear goal in mind. Am agree?"

"Indeed!" she replied. "Eggs have quite a few uses in appetizers, whether devilled, as part of a salad, or an ingredient in pastries, cremes, custarts, or even shredded on a crustini! Note the vegetables, too, possibly suggesting one of the former ideas. Even something as simple as shredded hard-boiled egg can go very well with something as fancy as caviar, for example - of course, both are eggs, after all."

"As Sir Trug mentions," Paiti contributed, "Lady Vraezcjellia did seem to pause. It may have been the theme; Vuulari religious beliefs are different from the Menxruk- and Pallodain-worship that happens most often in the Church District."

Deis nodded. "That is a point. Will Vraezcjellie choose to follow traditional Vuulari cuisine, or instead to reflect another aspect of Drache's churches and many myriad religions?"

"Am possible, lady." Trug nodded, one ear flicking. "Who am know? Suspense am killing Trug, am on edge of seat!"

Parin poked lightly at her lower lip with a trimmed but feminine fingernail as she observed the chef-ery. The apothecary was a cook of sorts, mixing ingredients by precise scale measure and recipe and sometimes setting them to heat... so she surely appreciated the science of the art.

"I was always quite fond of eggs as a young man. I'm interested to see what Farrowelch can do with them," Graf said, rubbing his chin.

Orla washed the vegetables quickly before peeling the carrots and cutting them with a few expert movements of the knife. Her movements were exacting, that agility inherent in her small race evident. She cut them into sticks a bit longer than what might be used for a pure dipping dish. The celery was cut similarly before she set the vegetable slices aside. While the eggs continued to cook, she retrieved sugar, some cream, some vinegar, and two types of pepper. The latter she began to dice, just a pinch off of each. She began to hum to herself as she worked, keeping half an eye on the eggs.

"I think I see peppers on Miss Farrowelch's board," Paiti said, looking through polished brass opera glasses. "Those would be for the Mingit dish, yes."

"Strong, and accented with spice, of course," Deis agreed. "But remember, both dishes are going to have to fit together -- meshing the Mingit love of hearty drink and celebration with the sublime beauty of the Church is a challenge for even the greatest master chef! Now, let's take a look at what Miss Vraezcjellia is preparing."

The Royal Seal of the Church was to be her starting point, and she thought to use colors to represent good and evil. Carefully she diced some fresh shrimp and then coated them with a scrumptious layer of ground coconut. These she fried lightly, making sure than their light color was preserved before placing them on the plate in the shape of the royal seal.

"Ah, Trug am see what lady do there." The troll nodded. "Seem to Trug that lady am go for visual theme. Unga, smart move, but am flavor much good too?"

"Oh... It seems the... er... Vuulari is bringing out shrimp," Graf said. "Very nice choice. I love shrimp!" This wasn't such an easy choice now!

Parin's bright brown eyes shifted left and right in interest, fascinated by the effort. "Those.. those are coconuts." A rich and imported flavor.

"Coconuts are one of the greatest of tropical fruits. Er... Well, yes, are they fruit, Trug?" Graf asked, looking over at the troll.

"Ah, coconut fried shrimp is a classic preparation where I come from," said Paiti. "Often, it is done with whole shrimp, but this is for the visual theme, as Sir Trug said. Very interesting. The coconuts, as with many of the more rare ingredients, are courtesy of a collection by the vendors of Market Square."

"Ooh, the Royal Seal... If anybody in the audience gets zapped, I won't tell if you won't, okay Mr. Chulai?" Deis joked. "For those new to this city, the Royal Seal is in the Royal Church, and no evil can pass by it. Creating a smaller version out of coconut shrimp just sounds positively scrumptious, doesn't it?"

Orla took a very few small sausages out next, setting them to boil alongside the eggs. Only then did she take the eggs out. She laid the eggs out and let them cool for the moment, then took out one of the dishes. Taking up a head of lettuce, she began to peel some of the crispest leaves off and laid them in a circular array upon the first dish to use as a bed.

"But what am this?" Trug turned his attention on the halfling's dish. "Lettuce, eggs, sausage... Orla am maybe go for subtle theme? Ah, Trug belly am rumble at thought!" Either that was his stomach growling or there was an angry bear under the table.

"Indeed, Trug," Graf said. "We'll have our work cut out for us, won't we?"

"I do enjoy bananas. Also, pineapples," Parin informed the crowd with a glance to the armored Guard. But the savory scent of sausage brought her smooth nose back to the culinary theatre before her. So much suspense... and the climax had yet to be served.

"Ah, and Lady Farrowelch is combining sausage with the eggs," Paiti observed. "This is a breakfast combination, no?"

"That's part of what I usually order in the Black Dragon, actually," Deis chuckled again. "But I highly doubt that she is going to pile meat on top of meat, now, is she?" The Lamia grinned, showing off those carnivore's teeth of hers. "Both dishes are looking quite fantastic, and the chefs will have their work cut out for them in impressing the judges, won't they?"

Vraezcjellia was no stranger to the cuisine of the surface world although some of the ingredients commonly used by topsider chefs were difficult to come by in the caverns beneath the earth. But when Vuulari queen mothers develop a taste for foods that come from afar, the resources to gather tropical fruits, rare meats, and far flung spices become much more available.

She finished the appetizer and set it out on the table. Arrayed about the outside of the shrimp seal, as if prevented from getting in by some pure and holy power, she had placed dollops of a rich dark cream, a little sweet and a little spicy, for the judges to dip their fried coconut shrimp in. The combination of flavors was sure to appeal to any palate, good or evil.

Orla hardly went for the detail of the seal; instead she concentrated on the ingredients. Scooping the interior out of each bisected egg, she began to make a topping of the hard boiled yolks, a bit of cream, a dash of vinegar. She ground up just a hint of the peppers she had prepared for the other dish, then with a hand whisk she began to whip the topping. She hummed a soft song as she worked it, intending to make the topping as fluffy as halflingly possible.

"I think the cream there with the shrimp had some spice added?" Paiti said. "That would give a flavor contrast with the clean shrimp. I wonder, is this a combination of the themes, or is Lady Vrazcjellia pointing out a bit of darkness in the Church District?" He turned to Orla. "Ah! And this is a deviled egg, it seems. A classic and very fresh dish."

"Ah! Trug see now," the troll said. "Devilled egg for church, much funny. Shrimp dish also look much good, Trug am sure be delicious, but am have ask. Maybe taste am bit much exotic for church district?"

"Oh, that seems to be the theme here, most definitely," Deis said. "A little bit of light to offset the darkness, if I may be so bold as to assume so. And I see... you called the devilled egg, didn't you?" She gave Paiti's shoulder a friendly squeeze with one beringed hand.

Paiti gave a humble bow. "Simply, ah, how you say... a cook's intuition?"

"Here's a question for you," Deis began. "Would a devilled egg explode if you brought it into the church?" She looked around as if expecting a cymbal cue and a drum roll.

"Oh... Bad joke, bad bad joke," Graf mumbled, facepalming.

Vraezcjellia got to work on the Mingit district appetizer, selecting a very flavorful brand of rum from a rack of tiny bottles. This she used to sauté an arrangement of fresh fruits, some from the cooler climates such as apples and blueberries, and some from the tropical regions such as oranges, bananas, and pineapples. All were fresh and delicious, courtesy of a well-stocked Market Square.

Parin sampled the fruits there at the Square very often. But right now, all she could do was sit there and keep a tense grip on her fork. She ting!-ed it against a crystal glass of water.

Orla added a dash of sugar, then just a little more, into the yolk mix as she spun it into a light, fluffy topping. Once she was done, she began to fill the eggs and arrange them by memory. Once they were set forth on the green of the lettuce, she begans to place the celery and carrots, in an alternating pattern, to mimic the exterior of the Church. Every so often she snipped a bit off here, or nicked a bit off there, to provide some degree of detail to the whole image.

"Ah, and a sort of compote of mixed fruit being cooked by Lady Vraezcjellia," Paiti observed. "With the strong rum flavor, this must be her Mingit dish. And Lady Farrowelch is also putting together a very pretty appearance for her dish."

"Well, Vraezcjellis is certainly using a lot of fruit so far, isn't she?" Deis declared. "And likewise, we can see just how she's choosing to represent the boisterous, partying Mingit district we know and love! In a surprising move from Orla Farrowelch, we see that she was intending to represent the Church district after all, by building a model of it! I love this city. Really, I do."

"It's an excellent choice," Graf said. "Fruit is, as we say back home... um... good." They had some real nice proverbs there!

"Trug am not get it," the troll responded.

"I don't know," Graf said. "Fruit is good for you. You eat it and you live a long time or... something. I haven't been home in years."

Vraezcjellia was enjoying herself immensely. Deep below in the Republic she had no competition, at least at her level, and she was enjoying the opportunity to match her skills up against a truly talented topsider chef. And, as always, she was looking for new ideas and flavors, hoping that this trip to the surface would inspire one if not many more new dishes to serve to her dark-skinned clientele. She took a few moments to glance over at what Orla was creating and was astonished to see the halfling building a replica of the Church out of her appetizer. The Vuulari nodded politely to her rival, acknowledging her wonderful idea before deciding that she would need to work even harder to keep pace.

Orla offered a sweet smile in return to the nod. "Oh dearie, this is making me hungry," she said and continued onward. This time she began to mix a sweet dip for the cut vegetables, just a light mix of cream with a hint of spice and sugar. It was quicker this time, meant to be just viscous enough to cling to the carrots and celery. It didn't take long before there was a light dusting over the whole structure. Only then did she turn to take the sausages off with her free hand. Setting them aside, then the bowl she'd been using to mix, she replaced it with a frying pan. The heat went up, up, up: enough to sear. "Now let's see dearies," she said. "I can only imagine how this is going to go."

"It seems that the sausages and eggs do not go together!" Paiti observed. "The eggs are in the Church dish, and these sausages don't seem to match there."

"Ah, but the sausages' natural zest may be an allusion to the Mingit District," Deis replied. "It's certainly hearty enough, don't you think?"

Paiti nodded to Deis. "I do think you are right. I wonder if the sausages will stand alone, or if there will be more to the dish?"

"Well, it depends," Deis joked. "It's not the sausage itself, after all, but how you use it that counts."

"Oh, yes, in f... oh." Paiti suddenly understood. "Yes, I see. The sausage. Very smart." He smiled at Deis, showing a tusk.

"I have never thought to have dinner on the Mingit side before," Parin said... but perhaps she would in the future.

"Trug am liking this." The troll leaned forward to get a better view. "Little lady am full of big ideas, am seem. Trug think am have much in store for us."

"I agree with Trug," Graf said. "Both of our contestants are doing a wonderful job at coming up with tasty-looking appetizers. I can't wait to try them out."

Orla concentrated on the next dish. She took a covered bowl from her bag. She uncovered it and peered within and her smile only brightened. It contained a corn dough which she began to pour in equal measures into the frying pan with a stark whiskey. The quick sizzling of the searing pan sent up a sudden hiss as they were added.

Shiny-haired Parin bit her lip.. this seemed to be some sort of eternal epic of ...appetizer! She glanced to Trug... and began to wonder if she should have left this job to those with troll-sized innards.

Deis looked down at the contestants. "Now, it looks like Miss Farrowelch is continuing the theme of heavy, hearty food for the Mingit District -- I could take some fried corn dough, I know that much. The question is, will our judges have any room for the other courses?"

"Not am worry about that." Trug patted his prodigious gut. "Trug am sure to have room."

Graf being a werewolf, this was like asking if a Bag of Holding could fit a change of clothes.

"We will see..." Paiti said. "The corn... biscuits, or cakes, depending on what is in that dough, with what looks like a whiskey... and sausages... very rich. Lady Vraezcjellia's food does seem lighter, no?"

"Lighter, but clearly just as zesty!" Deis chirped. "She seems to be going the celabratory route with her fruit dishes, and I see no reason why that can't also be a valid way to cook the district, do you?"

The fruits Vraezcellia sautéed until they were lightly brown, giving the natural flavors of the fruit time to mingle with the rum and producing a sharp and zesty braised flavor. Then the Vuulari took the fruit slices off the heat and immediately iced them, trapping their flavor inside by preventing their juices from leaking out and ruining the dish.

Orla watched her own frying, quickly moving to dice the small sausages from earlier, just a quick mix of them with the already diced chiles. She paused only to flip the thin coagulation within the frying pan. She kept it hot, hot indeed, going back to mix the peppers and the sausages together more. After but a minute more, she began to sprinkle the sausage and peppers onto the fried dish. It was just a light sprinkling followed by drawing the contents of the pan out onto the second dish. "Almost ready... allllmost..." She reached for her last addition. A mix of grated cheese.

Now the Vuulari set so work on the presentation of the appetizer, piercing each piece of fruit with slender sticks of various size and reconstructing them back into their original forms. The apple, banana, and orange slices were made whole again, as well as the pineapple, which was going to serve as the heart of the dish.

"Well, both are certainly something that make me hungry, I'll say that right now," Deis declared. "Meanwhile, Miss Vraezcjellia seems to be decorating her fruit right now, making it almost too beautiful to eat!"

Paiti nodded. "Ah, yes, we are seeing the Lady Vraezcellia making a cold dish with her fruit, and the Lady Farrowelch with a pepper and sausage and corn and cheese... what do you call that, Lady Farrowelch?" he asked her directly.

Orla sprinkled the cheese onto the crisped fried mix, corn crisps with diced peppers and ground sausage still simmering in the whiskey that hasn't boiled off yet. The sprinkled cheeses melted together, forming a bubbling yellow and white topping over it all. The scent was sharp, and it all settled down to a very, very thin dish. "Mmm?" she asked distractedly. "Oh, dearie, I don't call it much but delicious." She set this next to the reconstructed facade of the church, all done in carrots and celery, with a footing of deviled eggs.

Paiti laughed. "Then we can call it a savory corn pie? It does look as if Lady Farrowelch is done, and Lady Vraezcjellia is doing her final assembly. That does look very pretty, as you say, Lady Nika."

"Savory corn pie sounds quite good, if I do say so myself," she replied. "Currently, the contestants seem neck-in-neck on completion time, and considering the vast difference between their dishes, I must say that I am quite impressed."

Working quickly, as time was about to expire, Vraezcellia arranged the fruits to look as serene as an artist's still life, but with each slice oozing with flavor and ready to be plucked from the bowl. Then, to complete the flavorful ensemble, she drizzled a light amount of sweet, creamy yogurt over the arrangement, making sure to cover each piece with a thin stream of luscious goodness.

Deis looked very pretty, also, Parin thought. She couldn't help but feel a bit envious of the lamia's ability to pull off bangled, gaudy flash. The pretty snakescale body helped, though. ...oh! It was almost time! Parin set her fork down to table-level, and tucked a napkin into her blouse-collar with an ascot-like flair.

"Ah, and the yogurt completes Lady Vraezcjellia's dish, it seems," Paiti declared. "Adding a bit of zest. And it looks as if..." He peered at the glass, waited a moment... "Time is up. Chefs, would you please bring your dishes to the judges' table and introduce your creations?"

"Fantastic, just fantastic," Deis said. "Our judges have their work cut out for them now - who could judge between such appetizing appetizers, I ask?"

Unfolding his napkin, Trug placed the thing in his lap and smoothed it primly over his legs. "Am ready for this."

"Ja. Let's start." Graf had no napkin. Graf needed no napkin. Of course, armor was easier to clean than Parin's crinkly silk blouses... maybe. Ever tried getting bread and cheese out of chainmail?

Her work complete for now, Vraezcjellia took a moment to catch her breath before bringing the pair of dishes to the discerning noses of the judges. "Coconut shrimp with cocoa-jelly cream." The Vuulari spoke with a heavily accented voice, trying to make sure to get the human words right for the ingredients that she had used. "With a royal seal presentation," she added with a respectful nod.

As she looked down at her first appetizer Vraezcjellia realized, for the first time, that in order to eat the dish one would have to break the royal seal and stain the pure white shrimp with the darkness that lay all about it. This amused her, but she kept her mirth to herself, allowing the judges to inspect the first before presenting the second. "And this would be frozen tropics with rum." The elder Vuulari introduced her second dish, its sweet, rich, and juicy odor escaping as the fruit began to thaw.

Orla let a blush touch to her cheeks as she waited for Vraez's presentation before she came forth, one dish in each hand. "Well now, it's good to be able to make something that's not all sugary once in a while. This here is your basic cut celery and carrots, dusted with a creamy whipped topping, with deviled eggs that have just a hint of spice. And this, this here can be cut into chips for just a taste, or eaten whole as is. Do have a care though dears, it is just a lil' fattening. And more than a lil' spicy." Whiskey fried nachos indeed. She balances the dishes on each hand, before setting them forth for trial.

Vraezcjellia looked admiringly at the halfling's dishes, wondering how they would taste and resolving to have a few bites for herself before the next round began.

Hunter looked at the coconut shrimp meal first and smiled. He removed his right gauntlet and then, without much hesitation, picked up a piece and dipped it into the cream. After he'd chewed and swallowed the little shrimp-bit, the guard-corporal smiled. "Very nice. The shrimp and coconut is excellent, as is the sauce." He didn't give it a score just yet, though, turning his attention to Trug to catch the troll's opinion.

So much alcohol involved in the processes... and Parin, by some quirk, was never seen drinking. This prejudice wasn't on her mind, though- before her was a scrumptious quartet of tablescapes for her taking. Ever gracious for this opportunity: "Oh, thank you." And so luster-tressed Parin set to eating. Did she chow down? No, the apothecary sampled each offer in precise measurements. Teeth daintily severed celery, sheared shrimp, crunched fried corn and bit into fruit. Her mouth pouted in savoring, and her eyes spoke with bright delight. After some palate-cleansing water: "I have never had shrimp so enjoyable." But she really liked coconut. "And cocoa... so rich!" Was Parin leaning toward the dark elf this round? Perhaps... but she did eat seconds and thirds and fourths of the celery.

"Trug am think try shrimp, first." The troll nodded, then sampled the seal. Chewing, the troll rolled his tongue about his mouth, then nodded. Grunting, the troll then moved to sample the church o' egg. Once both the church district appetizers were sampled, Trug sat back, head tilted as he considered the flavors.

"I would make a comment about the egg and vegetable church being divine, but then I would have to ask Trug to backhand me," Graf said cheerfully after sampling Farrowelch's appetizer.

Paiti looked over the judges. "Do the judges have any more comments?"

"Unga." Trug shook his head, "Trug am have vote for first appetizer, no more comment needed."

"Indeed. While I enjoyed both of them greatly, I am siding with the coconut shrimp."

"Unga, Trug am have disagree, Graf. Shrimp am much good, but am very sweet, almost am overpower tongue and hide subtlety of meat. Trug think this round, am say egg dish am Trug pick."

"It seems that there are certain opinions of the judges," Paiti said, "But remember, people in the stands, the final decision will be at the end of the evening."

"Indeed, they do seem to have definite opinions on the matter," Deis added. "We'll certainly see how this plays out, won't we? Currently, Miss Vraezcjellia seems to be pulling slightly ahead in terms of appetizers, but the evening is young!"

"And so all I will say is that I cannot wait for more!" Tespin Rumini said with a clasp of her hands, the signet ring of her Apothecary Guil... er, Apothecary School gleaming in silver and onyx.

"And have you had enough of the Mingit dishes?" Paiti asked.

"Am have enough." Trug waved off the plates. "Am congratulate both contestant so far, am look forward for more."

"Likewise," Graf said with a nod of his head.

Orla smiled and dropped into a dip of a curtsey, then headed back toward her kitchen area, sweeping things off to clean up for the next round.

"Thank you all for your considerations," Vraezcjellia said graciously to the judges with a curtsey. "And your acceptance," she added before returning to her station. "Very well done," she whispered to Orla as they awaited the instructions for the next course.

Orla smiled back to Vraez at her whisper. "Isn't this fun dearie? I'm just glad to see what you have to offer. Hard to keep up with the whimsey of a demilich."

Paiti`Schulai nods. "Very well, then, the second dish. A soup or side dish, to prepare the diners for the main course. This is a bit of an open course; the theme is the BlkDragon District, home of the wealthy and of high-class restaurants, as well as the notorious and exotic BlkDragon Inn. Dishes may be whatever the cooks wish, as long as they are fine food, with culture, fit to be served at the best tables in the district."

Parin soon realized -- "Nnh..." -- that she had a bit of yogurt white on her light-tan chin, so she dabbed it up with a napkin and sat upright and ready for the oncoming side.

Orla winked at Vraezcjellia before diving into her next cooking. This time she set a great cauldron with a heavy stone in the bottom, turning the heat up high. She filled it with pre-boiled broth for now before fishing out a hefty slab of meat wrapped in brown paper.

"It seems that Lady Farrowelch is making a soup or stew..." Paiti said. "I can't tell what sort of meat that is from here quite yet."

Graf himself was leaning forward, trying to smell the meat from here. He would've been drooling if he weren't in public!

Ah, free reign, and Vraezcjellia was off in a flash. Most of her side dishes began with a bed of fresh cut spinach, the nutrient-rich vegetable being a particular favorite of hers. She fired up a pot, began to mix up the ideal dressing, and then got to work on the topping. Opening up a small pouch she poured a small pile of live worms on to the cutting board and began to slice off their heads.

Orla put on a pair of gloves before she unwrapped the brown paper. Within, the meat was wrapped in a fine gold foil, hammered so thin as to be almost translucent. Wearing those gloves she took the gold foil away, revealing the Strange Meat within, just a thin cut, but three layers. She took one out and put it direct on the coals to braise for now before going about selecting a mix of vegetables. This time she selected a mix of exotic gourds, some turnips, and some onions and garlic. Taking a knife up, she began to cut them all into diced cubes. She added them bit by bit, adjusting the cauldron so that the heat was very, very high along the bottom.

Deis nodded appreciatively. "Now, since we've given them free reign, of course we can expect just about anything. Stew from one, and worms from the other! Don't knock foreign cuisine, though... when you consider what goes into a dish like sausage, well, nothing should surprise you anymore!"

Worms? It was human instinct... Parin couldn't help but set a hand to her midsection in some discomfort. Did she have faith in the dark-elf to keep this sanitary? The aroma of the litte halfling's big cauldron stew did moisten Parin's mouth, though.

"And Lady Vraezcjellia..." Paiti said. "I see spinach, and... yes, a sort of worm..." He peered through the opera glass, seeming quite unconcerned with the unusual ingredient. "I can't see what sort. And that meat on Lady Farrowelch's fire is still a mystery, although it is surely either expensive or dangerous with the precautions. Not sentient meat, of course, which is against the rules." He nodded to Deis. �1"Yes, worms can be quite tasty. I have had a very nice fried mealworm snack."

Orla set the cutting dish aside after the vegetables have been added and slipped the gloves back on. She picked the meat up and literally wrung it out like a damp sponge into a small glass jar. A strange, green-red fluid ran off of it and she set it back onto the coals direct. Only then did she fish out some sea salt, adding a few spoonfulls, followed by ground peppers, and just a dash of cinnamon.

For the first round Vraezcjellia had stuck mostly to topsider-style cuisine, using ingredients familiar to those who lived on the surface, and the positive reactions of the judges told her that she had made the right choice. She figured that she could delve into her Vuulari repertoire in later rounds.

The truth be told, Vraezcjellia had served a number of humans in her quaint little eatery on the shore of a large underground lake... served them as guests, that is, not as her culinary creations, although she did still remember a few centuries-old recipes that she'd once used for that purpose long ago.

When those adventurous topsiders who had decided to order something exotic and uniquely Vuulari at her bistro, they were always rewarded with a truly memorable dining experience. Memorable in a good way that is, for like the Vlos-orbb Repalninkiz dish, the species of the Underdark could be made to taste as delicious as they appeared abhorrent.

"Hmm... Trug am remember worm am eat once... Ah, much am fight trug, but good with beer."

"Yeah... I've never eaten a worm," Graf said. "Or anything still living, for that matter!"

"Well, I should certainly hope sentient meat is against the rules," Deis said. "I for one refuse to eat anything that starts shouting 'Help me' when I take a fork to it." she joked again. "Now, did you notice that? A little hint of cinnamon to Miss Farrowelch's dish. It isn't well-known, but cinnamon is actually an acceptable substitute for a large number of otherwise-rare spell components."

"Hmm... I am still unsure of Lady Farrowelch's dish," Paiti said, "but I believe it is a meat with some sort of toxin she has just removed. It looks a bit dark to be cockatrice." He looks at Deis with interest. "Ah! That is interesting. It is usually a sweet spice in cooking, but it goes well with peppers."

Curious, Trug sniffed at the air, porcine nostrils flaring in an attempt to see if he could place the meat.

Orla took up that meat, and wrung it out again. At this point it was beginning to look seared, but so tender that it still nearly came apart in her hands. The fluid was a little greener this time, though as it left the meat looked a rich, rich red. She set it back on the coals before fishing in her bag. She emerged with a glyphed jar and a pair of tweezers. Opening the jar, the halfling was bathed in a strange blue-white light, and she withdrew a small crystal from within the jar. Leaning over the cauldron, she let the glowing crystal fall into the mix. When it touched the boiling water, it released an aroma reminiscent of freshly baked bread.

Now, cutting off the heads did not kill Vraezcjellia's worms, and they still squirmed as the Vuulari tossed them into a hot frying pan. That was where they met their demise, soaking up olive oil as the finger-sized creatures spent their last. Once the worms were frying, Vraezcjellia added several strips of bacon to the pan and set about cutting up a variety of peppers, some spicy and some mild.

So many things to keep track of, but Vraezcjellia had made this dish many times before and nothing escaped her attention. Vinegar and fresh cherry juice were added to the sauce as the Vuulari crushed the fried bacon strips into crumbs. When the worms were ready she emptied them out and began stuffing the bacon crumbles into their bodies, swelling them to almost twice their original size.

Orla finally took the meat off the coals and eased it into the now vigorously-boiling cauldron. It practically fell apart as it sank within. She clapped an iron lid onto the pot and turned the screws along the edge to keep it shut.

"Quite interesting," Deis mused. "Miss Farrowelch is certainly employing some unorthodox techniques there, and I for one am mystified at what she intends to cook. Meanwhile, Vraezcjellia appears to be creating quite a delicacy -- it reminds me of a few of the things my dear Zynn has cooked for me once or twice."

Parin's heart and stomach settled as the worms were transformed from squirming vermin to crisp strips.

"I wonder if it's necessary to toss them in alive," Graf said. "Like lobsters, maybe? Have you ever had lobster, Trug?"

"Trug am have lobster, not am much like. Too crunchy." Apparently no one had ever explained to Trug you take the meat ''out'' of the shell.

"Hmm... Lady Farrowelch's dish was seasoned with some sort of magic ingredient," Paiti said. "It smelled a bit yeasty when it went in. And that meat, with its ichor removed, is placed in and is cooking under pressure. That speeds up the cooking." He nodded to Deis. "Yes, it does look interesting; a sort of spinach salad with bacon-stuffed fried worms."

Orla smiled. "Now, just eight hours and it should be done," she said. She removed a strange glyphed device and began to wind it up, much like some manner of timer except with diabolic seals etched around the outside instead of time marks. She set it atop the cauldron, where it began to rapidly tick away, almost whirring after a moment, winding 'round and round.

"Lobster? Crunchy?" Graf asked Trug. "I think you ate it wrong." Parin sat pretty. And sat hungry.

"Oh, yes," Deis said, still off on her tangent. "My husband and I often cook for each other. You should see the things we experiment with -- the town would never stop talking, I guarantee that!" She nodded. "Meanwhile, that's an interesting timer Miss Farrowelch is using. I think it looks rather marketable, although we might need some variety in the symbols."

"Yes, Lady Farrowelch is using magic to speed up cooking further," Paiti said. "This stew should be very well-developed, and that mysterious meat quite tender."

Orla watched as the timer went 'round and 'round. One didn't cook for her employer without getting a few neat toys after all. The coals went out after a while but remained warm, warm enough that the stew soon simply simmered within the superheated cauldron. It would be cool enough to eat once the timer dinged.

Paiti said, "I would guess that that stew is done at this point, from the cook's perspective. That salad looks like it just needs to be assembled."

Indeed, the dish was almost complete. A dash of salt and a hint of rosemary went into the dressing and it now met the Vuulari's high standards for flavor. It too needed to be chilled and when it was heated and mixed to the right consistency she placed it on ice to cool it down. Then Vraezcjellia arranged the stuffed worms on to the bed of spinach, making an interesting spiral design.

Orla's timer dinged with a distinct little bell sound. She set it aside, then carefully took up some fabric to shield her hands from the heat. With both hands the halfling removed the cauldron, setting it with some effort and strain upon a cart. She collected bowls and spoons to go with it. "And this... is ready." With care she began to unscrew the lid.

To the salad Vraezcjellia added the peppers, fresh and raw, sprinkled over the worms, and sliced into long, wormlike strips to match the theme of the dish. To top it all off she finished the salad by drizzling her cherry-flavored dressing over the fresh veggies and fried meats. Simple and elegant it was, and oh so very tasty.

"Both contestants are working at a lightning pace," Deis declared, "Deftly assembling their culinary masterpieces for our entertainment! Who will win this battle of wills? Whose cuisine reigns supreme?"

Paiti watched Vraezcjellia. "The Vuulari lady is making much use of ice for her dishes. This is interesting." He didn't seem to notice Deis's odd, rhyming turn of phrase. "And it looks as if both dishes are ready, and just in time! Cooks, you may bring your dishes up when you are ready." He turned to Deis. "A bit of a surprise with the final adjustment of Vraezcjellia's dish; those peppers will add some heat. I hope that our judges are willing to expand their boundaries with the fried worms, and I hope that Lady Farrowelch will tell us what is in her dish!"

"Ice versus fire, I see..." Deis said. "One contestant serves hot soup, the other serves iced salad. I love the contrast here, and I think it really shows off the great variety that is Drache!"

Vraezcjellia took a few moments to see what Orla had crafted; it smelled so delicious that she couldn't help herself. Then she lifted her plate and brought it before the judges. "Cherry-pepper salad, with..." and Vraezcjellia paused as she searched for the right word. "Swi... no, bacon-stuffed cavern worms," she finished with a polite nod to the trio. "Some like it with black pepper," she added.

Orla wheeled that hefty cauldron forward. It smelled vaguely like very, very good chicken soup, albeit somewhat different. She carefully filled the bowls at the table with a crystal ladle. "Well, since the BlkDragon District is also the home of so many exotic and strange things, and yet at the same time so utilitarian, y'all are going to try something that might be exotic to you, but is so home cooking to me. Wyvern stew with essence of bread." And indeed, the ingredients look as if they were breaded before being put in, despite the fact that they weren't. "Specifically, round of Gregory's Yellow Frilled Wyvern, free range."

"So the worms were cavern worms specifically. And in Lady Farrowelch's dish, it was a wyvern," Paiti says for the sake of the audience. "They are poisonous reptiles related to dragons: a clever connection to the name of the district, perhaps. That ichor would have been the toxins being leached out. And this essence of bread, I am not familiar with, but it has given the ingredients a sort of breaded coating. Interesting."

"Ah, eating poisonous meat has a long and rich history," Deis said. "After all, they say that pufferfish is the height of gourmet cuisine, and it's nearly impossible to prepare that one without killing the consumer. All this talk makes me wonder what hemlock tea tastes like."

Orla smiled sweetly. "The Eastern Yellow Frilled Wyvern was long bred by the Ni`ahlru trolls back home as a riding and food creature. I'm not sure that they'd flourish well in this area, it might be a little too cold."

Graf looked at the Vuulari cave-worm salad first, seemingly a little cautious of the dish just because it had worms in it. But after he'd taken a forkfull and tried it, he smilled and nodded to the Vuulari woman (he still couldn't pronounce her name).

"Hmm. Well, it is cold in the caverns," Parin said. She felt like she was salivating double for these meals! Only two different dishes this round- so she alternated samplings at a quick rate. Spinach curled around pieces of worm as she bit and chewed- and then she spooned cheekfuls of the halfling's stew. "Not so bad, not so bad indeed..." she murmured at the swine worms... but then the stew summoned a a grin across her napkin-wiped lips. "Oh... wow." Was it the wyvern meat? Not really: "...I had forgotten how much I love turnips." Such a mundane element of the meal was hitting Parin's spot just right. She proceeded to spoon out each and every turnip bit in her portion.

Hunter looked over at the wyvern soup next, very much interested in this one as well. He took a bit of it, and especially enjoyed the actual wyvern meat. "Exotic meat is a common staple of my homeland's diet," he said, after sampling a large bit of it.

From Trug's end of the table came a loud slurping, the tail end of a worm dissappearing into Trug's mouth. "'Scuse," the troll smiled apologetically, then chewed his food like a good troll.

Paiti`Schulai nodded at the tastings by the judges. "Final comments from the judges for this course?"

Nomfing a bit of the stew as well, Trug considered, then once more shook his head, "Trug reserve statement for end."

"I believe I will follow my troll friend's example as well," Graf said.

"I feel as if I can fight an entire war on this hearty food," Parin commented after a sip of water. "If I were inclined to such, of course. I'm having a great and peaceful time."

Vraezcjellia was relieved. The cavern worms had gone over wonderfully with the judges and now she was eager to roll out something distinctly Vuulari for the main course. "Your compliments are welcome words," the Vuulari said politely to the judges. She maintained her formal manner, which wasn't too different from how she normally behaved.

Parin's comment about war caught her ear and for a moment she wondered if the woman was just being complimentary or if he was intimating something. She decided not to make any apparent note of it, hoping that all was well and that no racial undercurrents were coming to the surface. Another war with topsiders was not what she desired in the least.

Paiti nodded to the judges again. "Thank you. Then the next course. The main dish. The theme for this dish is the Wharf District, the place where ships take harbor and bring ingredients and people from across the seas to Drache. It is also where the fishing boats land, and this is the theme for the course: seafood. Your dish should speak of the Wharf District through fish, shellfish, and other products of the sea and the river."

Orla clapped her hands. "Ohh!" And so the little curvy halfling woman dashes off toward her cooking area, almost immediately she dives into the idea.

"Ah, seafood..." Deis commented. "That's a specialty in this city, you know. Considering the great variety our contestants have shown so far, I am definitely looking forward to what they are going to make. What do you think, Paiti?""

Paiti nodded. "I think that we will see some interesting dishes. I am a bit concerned for Lady Vraezcjellia, as she may not be as familiar with surface fish, but I am confident that she can adapt her experience. After all, her restaurant is lakeside, and I believe that the Vuulari often cook with snails and shelled creatures which are similar to our surface shellfish."

"Yes, indeed," Deis agreed. "At the same time, she already has experience in cooking arachnids. Some principles of this might apply to crustaceans - and besides that, who doesn't love a good old-fashioned fish fry?"

Orla produced... another large pot, followed by a sea turtle. She set the turtle down, where it blinked and looked across at the Vuulari with sleepy eyes. Meanwhile the halfling dove into her supplies again, producing double handfuls of large table shrimp, pre-cleaned. These she set in a bowl along with a number of shark fins and fish. She went about filleting the fish first.

"And we have many kinds of seafood on Lady Farrowelch's side," Paiti said. "A turtle, as well, another favorite in my home of Taopai. This is one of the small southern varieties, not a Taopei turtle, which is large enough to ride. I am guessing a turtle stew."

Seafood. That gave Vraezcjellia pause as she searched through her memory for the ideal recipe. Topsiders are prone to believe that the earth below their feet is mostly miles of lifeless rock, and that the only things which live down below are confined to the caverns near the surface, but as the Vuulari knew quite well, the underdark was brimming with life, although strange and often deadly.

And the deeper one went. the more life there seemed to be, but seafood? Well, there were no oceans as topsiders knew them down below, but there were numerous underground lakes which hosted a variety of species both common to the surface and uniquely subterranean. It was one of these species which Vraezcjellia decided would serve as the ideal main course.

"I see, I see - a stew would be a good guess," Deis said. "Note the shark fins, as well - and this brings up an interesting thing. Have you ever noticed how most delicacies really exist because of the poorer classes? Take gumbo, for example - it's essentially leftovers prepared to taste good. Tell me, would you eat a shark's fin if you had access to the rest of the shark?"

"Well, I must disagree;" Paiti replied to Deis. "The shark fin is a very interesting part. It is not very flavorful, but has a pleasant texture and adds a weight to a soup. It is also a bit hard to harvest, as large sharks are not easily caught."

"Oh, it's interesting now that we've tried it," Deis said, "but you must put yourself in the mindset of it as a new, untried dish."

Orla divided the fish into two dishes. One she begins to sweep into the pot of water, which is set to boil; the rest she puts with the shrimp. She sets out a second large pot, this one with a locking lid similar to the cauldron she used earlier. Instead of water, this time she begins to fill it with fat, bringing it up in temperature quickly. Only when those are prepared does she begin to bread the fish and shrimp, rolling them about in a flour and crumb mixture, occasionally adding just a hint of lemon.

Parin's coralpink lips pouted something of a sympathetic frown to the turtle. Such a cute animal! But so could be chickens, or cows, or fish... she shook it off with a shake of her shiny black locks and ate a last piece of turnip as she awaited the results.

Orla set the fish and shrimp next to the fryer before looking at the turtle. The turtle looked back, and then with a flick of her knife the head was gone, a startled stare fixed on those glassy eyes. She quickly went about draining the blood before she opened the soft shell.

Paiti peered at Orla's board. "Lady Farrowelch seems very fond of breading things. Both cooks like frying, as we saw with Lady Vraezcjellia's appetizer and worms."

Deis nodded. "Yes, she does. But then frying something is often a good bet in almost any kind of company. It's also quite variable, allowing you to think on your feat a little more. I do wonder what surprises Lady Vraezcjellia has in store for us, though!"

"Yes," Paiti agreed. "It seems she had to think for a moment, but she seems quite decided now."

First things first, Vraezcjellia needed the ideal marinade... well, two, really, as she would have two distinct flavors which she needed to conjure. Her spice rack got a workout as she mixed in flavors gathered from all over the world, some into one bowl and some into another, making sure that the two concoctions would compliment each other perfectly.

She quickly heated the marinades and then set another pot out for her quinoa, the ideal grain to go with the dish. Now she was ready to get to work on the meat and she signaled to Jasmine to bring her an elliptical stone which rested on the ground nearby. The silvery Vuulari warrior did so, showing her strength as she hefted the rock on to the table beside the chef.

Orla added quite a bit of the turtle meat into the soup, as well as the shark fins, all at once. Onions and lentils went in, as well as some sweet greens and basil and a few tomatoes. After she set the soup to boil she turned to dump the breaded fish and shrimp into a frying pot. Once she locked the lid in, she took up some potatoes. She hummed to herself, keeping an eye on the rest as she peeled and sliced them. The sliced potatoes were set aside as she produced three plates and a single bowl for each. The trio was carefully arranged upon a tray. Only when the fish and shrimp were done with their fat frying did she take a netted steel spoon up, drawing them out piece by piece. She laid the fried fish upon a bed of sliced bread on each of the plates, only to then turn and add a dash of salt and sugar into the still-boiling oil.

"Hmm... I see... is that quinoa?" Paiti asked. "A rare ingredient. It is... a bit like brown rice? Or couscous? I am not sure what that stone is for. And on the other side, the fried seafood is perhaps an accompaniment to the soup, which is turtle and shark fin... and that oil may be for those potato slices. Fried potato crisps are very tasty."

"Well, clearly they aren't going to expect the judges to eat stone, so we can get that out of our head," Deis joked. "And yes, I agree; I must admit that thinly-sliced fried potato is a personal weakness of mine!"

"The stone could be for pressing or crushing something..." he mused as he watched.

Vraezcjellia then did something very curious. She set her hand down upon the rock and whispered a few harsh-sounding Vuulari words, invoking a minor magic. Then she drew up her hand and below it there was a shimmering... well, a shimmering something. It was hard to tell what it was beyond the fact that its fins indicated that it was some sort of fish, but it also had tentacles and a mouth like a squid.

And what was more was that it didn't always seem to be there at any given time. Part of it disappeared as other parts of it reappeared and its color and texture changed from moment to moment. It was extremely rare, almost unknown on the surface and seldom seen even in the Underdark, but Vraezcjellia had been saving one for a special purpose, and this was it.

"Oh!" Deis declared. "Well, there's our answer - it appears that Vraezcjellia is cooking Aboleth! Is that sentient, though? I know the question is debated among some circles."

Paiti peered closely. "It may just be a related species... it is very small, and I do not remember that shifting being natural to aboleth. Certainly some sort of... what do you call it? Aberration?"

Orla indeed dumped the sliced potatoes into the fryer before looming over the soup. She drew in the scent before taking up a little salt. She dashed this into the soup followed by just a bit of butter. Thyme and parsley soon joined the mix.

Parin again ground the edges of her white teeth as she tried to imagine what sort of texture an underworld creature could have.

"True, it might be," Deis said. "Aberrations are definitely an unmined source of cuisine, though -- once you've tried Chuul, you'll never go back to lobster, trust me. Meanwhile, Miss Farrowelch seems to be relying on providing more of an old-fashioned home-cooked feel to her dish, possibly to counter her exotic theme during the soup."

"Yes, her soup this time is certainly very classic, although cooked well," Paiti replied. "I am still concerned with the aberration, though; like wyvern, many require careful preparation to make them safe."

"Am smell much good too," Trug interjected. "Trug am not sure what am try chuul though. Lobster not am impress Trug."

"Lobster's excellent, Trug," Graf said. "You just ate it wrong. You have to get the meat out of the shell first."

Now came the hard part: the dissection of the creature into its component parts and the removal of the inedible ones. For this Vraezcjellia required a special knife and a lot of patience, for even though it was dead, the creature would not stop shifting from one state of existence to another. The Vuulari took a deep breath and slowly began to carve away at the creature, removing its scales strip by strip.

The delicate operation couldn't be done on the cutting board as the creature would slowly phase into the wood, so Vraezcjellia had to hold it aloft in one hand while wielding the knife in the other. Eventually she was able to remove a dual sac-shaped organ from the body of the creature and squeezed half of it into one marinade and half of it into the other.

Orla stirred her soup as she let it boil before finally taking the potatoes from the fryer. She set them up so that each dish had its share of fried shrimp, fish, and chips. The soup? That's left to stew away for now, while Orla arranges sprigs of green about the plates as decoration.

"Ah, watch how Lady Vraezcjellia dissects the creature," Paiti admired. "See how it continues shifting even after death?" He looked over at Orla. "Lady Farrowelch has the advantage of speed, however. She has time to arrange garnish, as her dish is effectively done. Can her opponent complete her dish in time?"

"We'll definitely see about that!" Deis announced. "It looks like Lady Vraezcjellia knows what she's doing, although her earlier delay might cost her. I don't know about you, but I am quite curious how the aberration will turn out." The Vuulari's name became easier to pronounce through repetition.

Orla smiled as she fished out a small container of brown and red spice mix. "Should be just... about... ready," she said. "Just need to give it a lil' spark of flavor." She sprinkled just a pinch into the soup. "Hazzam... there we go." And so she stirred the soup and began to serve it up into the bowls.

Now it would be easier for Vraezcjellia, although not easy. She took the marinades off the heat and poured them into two bowls. Then she began to remove the flesh of the "rock-swimmer", letting each piece fall into the bowls underneath. The squid parts went into one bowl while the fish parts went into another, and the clear fluid which she'd squeezed into the marinades kept the meat from falling through.

Vraezcjellia worked quickly now, knowing that time was of the essence, but she wanted to make sure that this dish, this rare dish, came out perfect. She made she that all the tastiest parts of the rock swimmer would be included, even those hard to get at, since they were the most tender and succulent.

"Ah, I see now," Paiti said. "The creature is both squid and fish. She is preparing the parts separately. The creature can pass through things; I wonder how it is kept from falling through the diner's stomach?"

"Well, it seems quite capable of remaining in those bowls, so I think their stomachs are safe," Deis said. "If not, that would provide an easy solution to anybody worried about their weight, wouldn't it?"

With the meat prepared and marinating, Vraezcjellia fired up the grill to high heat. A little magic was used to help the marinade penetrate into the meat since she didn't have the time to let it soak in naturally, and after she did that the Vuulari spiced up the quinoa with diced tomato, sliced pickles, and a light basil cream. Then she emptied the rich grain on to the ornate serving platter.

Now it was time to cook the flesh of the rock-swimmer, which actually needed very little heat to bring out its flavor. Vraezcjellia poured the two meaty marinades into two separate pans and passed each one over the roaring flame. The crackle of flesh could be heard and buffets of steam erupted out of both pans as she worked quickly, trying to make sure neither plate became too hot.

"It seems that the meat is being quickly braised or seared..." Paiti said. "No, it looks more like a stir fry. It is a very quick cooking method, which is good, as there is little time left..." He keeps an eye on the time glass.

"Good, indeed!" Deis said. "I also see that she used a little bit of magic to speed up her cooking, but that's completely all right in light of Miss Farrowelch's techniques on her soup, would you agree?"

"Oh, of course," Paiti responded. "Magic is fully allowed."

And just like that, it was done. Vraezcjellia moved the crackling pans over the serving plate and emptied their contents on to the bed of quinoa. The fishy parts ended up on one side while the squid parts on the other, and still the flesh faded in and out of the prime material plane.

But the marinade held the meat of the rock-swimmer in place, as it would as the flesh was digested, although the meat would occasionally avoid the diner's fork if they did not eat with a keen sense of timing.

"...and just in time, Lady Vraezcjellia is done," Paiti announces. "Cooks, please present your dishes."

Orla smiled as she wheeled her cart out, everything still sizzling, but not quite hot enough to burn. "Here we have fried shrimp, fish and chips, and turtle and shark fin soup. Classic but hopefully pleasing to the palate." She then offered the dishes to each judge in turn.

The Vuulari wiped a few beads of sweat from her brow and admired her own dish for a moment, hoping that she would get a bite of the rare treat before the contest was over. Then she brought her entrée up to the judges table, setting the curiously phasing dish down before them. "Rock-swimmer on a bed of quinoa," she announced. "I assure you, it is safe to eat."

"Excellent!" Deis declared. "Well, I have to say that the competition has been neck-and-neck so far. What do you think of the dishes, Paiti?"

"Very interesting, Lady Nika," Paiti said. "Lady Vraezcjellia has been conservative, but I believe she has let herself put more of her Vuulari culture into her dishes. Lady Farrowelch's dish is more simple this time."

"Exotic Drow dishes mixed with exquisite home-cooked meals!" Deis said. "These chefs clearly know their stuff, I must admit!"

Sniffing the dishes, Trug sampled his, then smacked his lips. "Ah! Turtle am very good, soft, succulent, Trug am much like!"

Soup and fish and chips. Parin naturally salivated in anticipation of the salty flavor, and so the well-enunciated young woman's tongue tasted the halfling's dish before the darkelf's. The textures were mostly expected... but this could be a good thing, as evidenced by her enjoyment of the turnips. And then... the rock-swimmer. Parin suckled at a chunk under a chipmunked cheek. "So many layers of flavor..." They seemed to phase in and out.

"I will let you know that I love seafood a great deal," Graf said to both contestants, looking over their respective dishes. He tried Farrowelch's first, and seemed to enjoy it a great deal. He also tried the Vuulari's next and picked up a bit of it, to see if it would even stay in his hand... But after eating it he grinned. "You two have outdone yourselves."

Sampling the rockswimmer, Trug took one bite, then another, "Unga! Much good!" The troll nodded.

Vraezcjellia also took a moment to relish having a taste of Orla's seafood soup. Turtle, shark, shrimp, and sliced potatoes, too. It sounded, and smelled, delicious. "A wonderful combination," the elder Vuulari complimented her opponent.

Orla smiled sweetly to Vraez, offering a curtsey. "Thank you. I'm interested in what you prepared, but unfortunately I think my boss would kill me outright if I ever served him anything like that." She offered an impish little grin. "He's... set in his ways."

Vraezcjellia smiled just a touch at the Halfling's remark. "Indeed, and the rock-swimmer can sometimes play havoc with certain magicks. So be careful who you serve it to," she replied.

Paiti looked over the judges. "Any further comments before we move on to the final course?"

"No comment," rumbled the troll, filching another last bit of the turtle stew.

"No comments either, I think," Graf agreed.

"I can already say that this is the best dinner I ever had." Parin said with her hand-clasped and gently bowing manner.

"You've been very gracious," Vraezcjellia said to the judges, pleased to see that her prized entrée had gone over so well. Now she knew that the experience had been worth the trip.

Paiti`Schulai nodded. "Very well. The final dish is dessert, and if you know Drache's culture and geography, you already know the theme. The Red Lantern District. The cooks must each prepare a dessert that is rich, decadent, and indulgent, just like the district where money and beauty can pay for most things that can be thought of. After this course, there will be a final tasting, and then a decision by the judges." He turns over the timer. �1"You may begin."

"Now, hopefully they won't imitate the Red Lantern district too much, of course." The snakelike commentator gives another little laugh! "After all, there are children present in the stands!"

"Well, if so, their parents will simply need to cover their eyes." That's Paiti's free-love-and-anarchy cultural background talking, surely.

"In my experience, parents rarely like to do their parenting themselves," Deis observed, "But ah, that's another topic entirely! Now, Zynn has surprised me from time to time with some rather delectable Drow-ish treats. I do wonder what the Lady Vraeczjellia is going to surprise us with! Similarly, I must admit curiosity on Farrowelch. Considering her penchant for comforting, home-style meals, she certainly has the ability to surprise us all!"

Paiti nodded. "Home-style meals using very... ah... fancy ingredients, no?"

"Fancy enough, more than definitely," Deis replied. "You know, there's a meal from my homeland -- Rashnad, for those of you who need the reminder -- which is essentially made from a yogurt-based batter, fried quickly into pastry and soaked in boiling syrup. One taste and you can feel your teeth rotting, but it's absolutely divinely devillishly addictive." The dish that Deis described is called Jalebi or Zoolbia. It is like eating a cavity.

"Perhaps we will see a similar preparation tonight," Paiti speculated.

Hunter snerked. "I really hope they don't serve us a cake that looks like a... well, you know," he mumbled to Trug.

"Not am know?" Trug clapped Graf on the shoulder. "Lady Orla am use Trug as model!"

"Nevermind..." Hunter mumbled with a roll of his eyes.

Parin blinked lashy eyes. "I have never really been there." She wasn't naive enough to be clueless, though. Actually, not naive at all. Parin had been quick on the uptake her entire life.

Ah, dessert. Vraezcjellia sighed and moved back to her station. Desserts weren't much of a part of the average Vuulari's dining experience. Most Vuulari lost their taste for sweet things once they grew out of adolescence and seldom wanted a dessert course, but Vraezcjellia was not at a loss for this portion of the competition.

Orla wandered back over toward her place. "Mmmm... something rich and decadent for dessert. I wonder if I can handle that, what with Lord Tivaurd's strict dietary regimen." Mumbled mostly to herself, of course. She set bowls out and retrieved flour, sugar, eggs, sugar, honey, sugar, fruit, sugar... vanilla, cream...

She took some vanilla and pineapple and began to mix it up into a cake with eggs, cream, butter, and yeast. She just whipped it all up, using some manner of enchanted whisk from the looks of things. There's the regular scrape and tap of the whisk against the interior and the sloshing froth of the air mixed within. She set it aside after a moment, then diced up a mix of strawberries and pineapples.

Vraezcjellia got to work preparing a treat that she often made for Vuulari children as a reward for when they were exceptional. She laid out a number of pots and began to stir up a different tasty substance in each one. Sugar was used in abundance, as was cocoa, butter, and milk. And cinnamon found its way into the mixture here and there.

Before long Vraezcjellia had several sweet flavors brewing. But making them was not the difficult part, the trick was constructing them into the proper shape, and for that Vraezcjellia prided herself on not needing to using any magic whatsoever. Carefully she prepared her workspace, laying down a bed of powdered sugar, and arranging her sources of heat and ice where she needed them to be.

"This time I see that Miss Farrowelch is using fruit in her dish," Deis observed, "whereas Vraezcjellia is immediately beginning with the sugar."

"Ah, Lady Farrowelch is preparing a cake," Paiti said. "It looks to be very light. As for Lady Vraezcjellia... something chocolate? The many pots make me think of truffles."

"You know that I love cake..." Parin practically sang as she pinched the edge of her table.

Orla took a jar of elderberry jam and carefully poured it into a metal injector with a rubber stop. She turned back to the mix and stirred in the diced fruit, getting a nice, even distribution before pouring it into two roughly dome-shaped molds. Once this was done she put them in the oven. It's set low for the moment, while she turns to begin to gather up the cream again. Adding a bit of sugar and cream into a mixing bowl, she adds some vanilla extract, and begins to whip it up once more.

"Truffles..." Deis said. "By that do you mean the mushroom or the confection? There is quite a bit of difference, and you certainly don't want to mix them."

"Oh, the confection, of course," Paiti replied. "It is done with different kinds of chocolate preparation. As for Lady Farrowelch, she has her cakes in the oven, with much fruit, and has jam ready for injection... and seems to be making whipped cream."

Orla set the whipped vanilla cream next to the jam and filled another injector with it. She rolled out some pastry dough, added honey, rerolled it, and added more honey.

One pot the Vuulari poured out on to a hotplate, quickly making a flat waffle no thicker than a lurinthoon. This she cut into two pieces and rolled them into hollow tubes, one twice as thick as the other. Then she began dipping the rolls into several of the other pots in turn, letting them get coated with a layer of sweet-tasting goo and allowing them to harden in the cool night air.

Another pot Vraezcjellia kept hot while another was placed on the ice to cool. She made sure to stir that once from time to time, flavoring it with a touch of minced blueberries. Layer by layer she dipped the rolls into the pots, and each time they changed color... black, brown, white, and then black again. She did this a full six times each.

Orla left the rolled pastry dough out then took up another pot. She set it on a fairly low heat for the moment and added a mix of sugar, butter, and vanilla, letting it simmer into an even caramel. While it cooked she went back to the pastry dough. She set a frying pan on the stove top, filled it with a mix of butter and lard, and set it on a high heat.

"Lady Vraezcjellia is dipping some rolled flat waffles in... hm." Paiti peered closer. "Chocolate, and some sort of candy, in layers. It is very complex. And Lady Farrowelch has a flaky layered pastry that she's preparing; I don't know how that will combine with the cake."

"Layered rolls. Like the strata of the earth deep into the ground," the scientifically-inclined Parin observed.

"Now, see, it's at this moment that I should suggest leaving the announcer's box and eating everything in sight," Deis said. "I promise to maintain my cool, though." The snakey lady nodded. "Puffed pastry can be difficult to use properly - it does not have a long shelf-life, and you have to prepare it carefully so that it does not go soggy with the rest of the dessert."

Orla quickly moved to take the cakes out of the oven, still somewhat soft, just shy of done, then picked up the injectors. She added the whipped cream first, filling the cakes near to the base with quite a bit, before flipping each cake over onto a single larger pan. In the upper portion of each cake she added the elderberry jam, just under the surface, leaving a little divot to escape the top of each dome.

Now the elder Vuulari chilled the large tube and heated up the small tube, but no so much that it melted the layers of chocolate surrounding it. Carefully she wrapped the small tube around the large one, in a spiral pattern, then she chilled them both and set them aside.

Next came the caramel, which Vraezcjellia took off the heat and allowed to cool into a workable consistency. She used that time to fill the large tube with the blueberry cream, stuffing it full of the frozen mass before sealing then end by dipping it into the dark chocolate pot. The thin tube she also filled, with a warm chocolate syrup, and sealed it shut as well.

"Do your people use puffed pastry often, Lady Nika?" Paiti asked.

"No, we're almost strictly carnivores," she replied. "It's something that I picked up on the road. Have you had much experience with it, Paiti?"

"I have prepared it once, but it is not familiar to me. We do not use wheat flour very often where I am from." He looked over the cooks. "Lady Farrowelch is filling the cakes with whipped cream and jam, in different places. She also still has caramel, the puffed pastry, and a pan for frying. Lady Vraezcjellia has combined her tubes of waffle into a sort of... ah, the Common is... what is that shape called, Lady Nika? A spiral with depth?"

"A cone?" she suggested to Paiti.

"Ah... hm. Maybe." He sounded unsure.

Orla quickly took the pastry sheet up and off of the pan, draping it very quickly over the cakes while it was still somewhat flexible. The high heat and the thinness of it caused it to drift slowly downward, losing its form until both cakes are covered with a fluffy layer of the fried honey pastry. While this settles, she very carefully dribbled the caramel over the pastry-coated cakes, coating each with a thin layer to keep the pastry bits together.

Caramel... chocolate.. blueberry...elderberry... cake! It was a good thing that Parin hadn't engorged herself on the previous courses- there was room for this one.

Coating her hands with powdered sugar, Vraezcjellia set to work transforming the chocolate covered tubes into a familiar creature using the hardening caramel as an artist would use clay. Carefully she formed the head, the legs, the antennae, and the wings, attaching them to the tube by wrapping caramel strips around the body. Quickly she worked, knowing that time was short.

It was taking shape now. A cock it was... excuse me. A cockroach it was, the perfect symbol of the decay and filth that was the Red Lantern district. Vraezcjellia put the finishing touches on it and then set it next to the ice to harder the caramel so that it would stand on its own. She took a step back and relaxed, tired but pleased, and happy to have had this opportunity.

"Ah!" Paiti exclaimed. "Lady Farrowelch is... coating the cakes with pastry. This is a complicated dish! Twin cakes, perhaps a suggestive shape? And her opponent's tubes have been filled with frozen blueberry cream and chocolate, then... ah! It has been shaped into a beetle of some kind. A critique of the district, maybe?"

Orla let her dish settle for now. The structure indeed seemed to require a fine touch to prevent collapse. The elderberry stained the cake and the pastry in turn lightly near the top of each dome. She added a single cherry atop each caramel coated cake.

"Well, clearly Lady Vraezcjellia has a message she wants to impart about the nature of the Red Lantern district, would you agree?" Deis asked. "Whereas Lady Farrowelch has clearly decided to illustrate general rich opulence and consumption -- a subject that I know nothing about," said the lady with more jewelry than most dealers ever see in their lifetimes.

"Ah, I do think the cherries top off the cakes nicely," Paiti said. "Is now when the children should have their eyes covered?"

"Pfeh," Trug snorted. "Child am see worse every day."

"No, not quite yet, I wouldn't think," Deis said.

Parin, the merchant, (a woman of reasonably womanly build) made sure her hand didn't settle on top of her chest, as it often did when she admired something. And the cockroach was quite an... "Elegant." ...sculpture, for such a vulgar creature.

Orla let the cakes cool for a moment before hoisting them up with a bit of a wobbling jiggle. She set them on the wheeled cart she'd been using for her deliveries with care. "And there we go."

Paiti looked over the dishes. "The desserts seem complete, with time to spare! You may present them to the judges."

"Do the judges still have room, I must wonder?" Deis asked.

Trug was reaching for his knife and fork, which answered Deis's question. Hunter just grinned and cracked his neck. Loudly.

"I think that they will be able to do so," said Paiti.

Vraezcjellia took a few moments to pour over Orla's amazing pastry, taking a few mental notes on her style and technique. Now she was hungry, and was glad that the contest was over so that she could indulge herself too. Carefully she removed her sweet cockroach from the ice and set it on a dessert plate, taking it over to the judges and setting it before the trio.

"Vuulari children all have their own way of eating this treat. Some bite off the wings and legs first and some go straight for the blueberry iced cream," Vraezcjellia explained, fondly remembering their happy faces. "But you need to pay heed to the spiral tube, for it is full of warm syrup, which will pour out all over you if you bite into it carelessly."

"The body is made up of layers upon layers of chocolates. Creamy white chocolate, rich dark chocolate, and smooth milk chocolate. A delicious combination," the Vuulari added. "Sometimes they crumble, but that simply adds to the fun of eating it."

"And the cockroach is an honored creature for the Vuulari. We respect its hardiness and tenacity," Vraezcjellia explained, not wanting to get into the details of Vuulari religion for fear that it would repulse the judges. "Although they can be pests in our caverns just the same as they are pests in your homes."

Orla flicked the tip of her tongue over her lips at the description of all the chocolates. "Oh dearie, there you go getting me all wanting." She wheeled her own cart over, the cakes giving a sway with each step. She hoisted the tray up once more to set it forth for the judges consumption. "Plump, cream filled cakes of mixed origin, ready to taste. Just... be gentle."

Mixed-origin Parin Rumini did have room. Although she was hesitant about the halfling's pair; the idea of being seen with that dessert was more embarassing to the genuinely busty (although modestly clad) Apothecary than the concept of eating a large cock...roach. It was that cool/hot roach that she went for first, letting bits melt on her tongue after taking them off with a fork.

Graf took a bite of the cockroach. It was... pretty good actually! The fact that it looked like a dessert and not a real cockroach (to Graf, at least) made it pretty easy to eat. He gave a nod of approval at it. Trug went for a wing, curious about the taste. He then sampled the boobcakes, careful as directed. While he chewed his bite, the troll scratched his chin. Once he'd eaten up his bit of the cockroach, Graf turned to Orla's cake, which made him grin. He tried it as well, though by this point the poor guy knew he wouldn't be eating dinner at home.

"Nnh... mm. Nmmm..." Parin's vocalizations were barely audible as she swiftly ate piece after piece with precise hands that wrote well. When she took on Orla's breasts, she first removed the cherries then cut off segments for sweetness-sponging cheekfuls.

"I would very much like to dine on your dishes as well," Vraezcjellia answered Orla, being polite, but not needing to force any pleasant emotions for the halfling had proven herself to be an amazing and talented chef and deserving of her congratulation.

Orla offered a warm smile to Vraezcjellia. "Feel free, dearie. It's the experience that makes it all worthwhile, after all." She heaved a heavy sigh. "Oh it's so good to get out. I spend so much time cooped up underground, it was just thrilling to see more faces."

"One cannot grow if one is not allowed to explore," the Vuulari said to Orla sagely.

Orla`Farrowelch fanned herself as she watched the judges and the crowd with a pleasant smile. "Oh, dearie," she said to Vraez, "I'm well beyond the age where I can explore too much. But there's truth in that matter."

"And I am so young?" Vraezcjellia asked Orla. The Vuulari looked in her sixties in human years, which would make her around a thousand years old. "There are always new horizons, and often hidden in places that you would never expect."

Orla smiled and bounced on her toes. She looked at Vraezcjellia and spoke in a soft, warm tone. "If I weren't so useful to my employer, I'd have long been dust dearie. It's all relative you know. You're probably tens of times my age, but I know that my grandchildren's grandchildren may be long gone before you slow down."

"Ah, well, we must all make the best of what we have. And you certainly have done admirably in that regard, Missus Farrowelch." Vraezcjellia spoke to Orla in that sagely tone as if she often gave advice about things she'd learned in her many years.

"Are there further comments by the judges," Paiti asked, "or shall we move on to the final decision?"

"I'm ready to pass my sentence," Graf said, grinning all fangy-like.

"Trug am ready for final decision."

The Apothecary swiftly brought her napkin across her mouth, leaving her coral-pink lips and white teeth clean. "I... Oh, this was so delicious," Parin said in liquid joy as she let her fork rest upon her plate with a musical tingle. "Allow me... a moment to deliberate." And she did, with a long and pensive sip of water from her glass.

"Both chefs have demonstrated Iron stamina today in this cooking extravaganza!" Deis announced. "To tell the truth, I can't guess at a winner; I can only express my gratitude and amazement to both of our great competitors here. Do either of our chefs wish to give final comments before the judging?"

"I would like to compliment my gracious hosts, my worthy competitor, and all who took their time to attend," Vraezcjellia offered in response to Deis' offer. "I hope that our peoples will realize that we have a lot to offer one another and that this is but one step of many to come."

Orla curtsied to Vraez, then turned to listen to the judges. Her entire stance seemed at ease. She folded her hands before her and watched with a pleasant smile as the verdict approached, listening to every word.

"Excellent," Paiti said. "We will allow Lady Rumini time to deliberate. In the meantime, the other judges can announce their opinions. Sir Trug?"

Standing, Trug held up his hands, "First, Trug am want say both am excellent cook. Choice Trug make am hard, am require much think. Trug not good at much think." he chuckled, "But did anyway. Lady Vuulari. Food am excellent, am want eat worm dish again... but feel meal as whole focus too much on certain tastes. That am why. Trug give vote to Lady Orla." with that he bowed politely to the halfling, then sat.

Parin's eyes were a bit moist as her tapered, blanched-peanut-tan fingers knit. It really was ''that'' good. But the gal sucked down a warm breath after the cool water, and took the edge of the table as she sat straight again. As a lock of hair escaped to frame her right ear: "I am ready now, thank you."

Paiti`Schulai nodded to Trug and Parin in turn. "Thank you. Sir Grafsburg?"

Hunter cleared his throat and stood up. "Firstly, I want to say that Miss Vraezcjellia's appetizers were excellent, as were Miss Farrowelch's. However, I have to give the first round to the coconut shrimp holy seal. Farrowelch's Wyvern Soup carried the second round, as did her seafood in the third. However, the desserts were both excellent, easily some of the best I've ever had. With that, I must give my vote to Miss Vraezcjellia. Her food was not something I would normally eat, and yet she made it taste great to someone who had never tried it before, which to me is evidence of great culinary skill."

Paiti`Schulai bowed his head to Grafsburg, then turned to Parin. "Lady Rumini. You have the deciding vote." A hush fell over the crowd.

"This is it!" Deis cried. "The final decision! Whose cuisine reigns supreme?"

Paiti looked at Deis and leaned close to her, away from the amplification spell. "You keep saying that phrase. Does it have cultural significance?" he murmured.

She grinned at him. "It rhymes."

"Hm," he replied.

Parin's bright brown eyes met Vrae's with as much gratitude as she could manage... and then Orla's with the same. Her small thumb rubbed at her emerald brooch, but she managed to pipe up: airy and well-spoken. "Vraezcjellia, Orla... both of you come from worlds very different than my own. It was natural that both of you offered flavors and textures I've never experienced before."

"I am an Apothecary, schooled in observable science and with my thoughts and ideas rooted in practical applications. This said, I love art and whimsy... be it in paint or on the stage... or in your food." She swept a smooth-handed, frilly-cuffed gesture over the table and the chaos left by the three judges and all of the offerings they had consumed.

"In all sincerity, this is one of the finest experiences of my life, and I commend you both and also the hosts and sponsors for this opportunity." Parin cleared her bright-spoken throat with a cough, and looked up to Paiti and Deis. Her speech needed to conclude. "Taking every delicious turn of this culinary journey into consideration... I'd have to say that Orla's food was the most satisfying."

The turnips had won the day.

The audience burst into applause. So did Graf, and Trug, and Deis in turn. Parin sniffled a bit... then fought her soft hands together in a clap. Through the din, with a smile to the Vuulari, she said, "Thank you, Vraezcjellia. Thank you."

"Congratulations, Orla," Vraezcjellia said with no disappointment in her voice; nor did she harbor any resentment about the decision. "You earned every bit of it," she added, but did not offer a hand or a hug. She was still a proud Vuulari after all, even though she was on her best behavior.

"And there you have it!" Deis cried. "At the end of this long, grueling parade of culinary delights, one winner stands clear, one chef still remains! Orla Farrowelch, chef to Ravynettius! Age and experience have won the day today! But what of Lady Vraezcjellia? Clearly, this loss is not an insult to her masterful skills, but instead an encouragement that she is able to stand here in this fine, fine competition! I'll ask the audience to give a hand to both of our competitors!"

Paiti bowed to Vraezcjellia and Orla as the audience continued to cheer. "Cooks, thank you very much for your beautiful work. Lady Farrowelch, I hereby declare you the winner of this tournament. In my home, it is traditional to award titles to those who win, so I declare you High Lady of Drachaean Cuisine. We also have this medallion, donated by a collection of all our sponsors." He held the medal out, waiting for Orla to come up to the announcers' booth to be awarded the prize.

Orla blinked those big brown eyes and blushed furiously. "Oh! Oh my... this was.... this was unexpected. Thank you, thank you all, but not.. not just for this. Thank you for allowing me to share these meals... with you. And honestly no single entree exists in a vacuum, a meal is the mingling of all of its components, and as such I can't help but say that Miss Vraezcjellia is at least as deserving, for no one dish served here tonight could help but benefit from the mingled scents and flavors of any of the others." She offered a warm smile to the Vuulari first before moving toward Paiti. She bowed her head as she came toward the booth.

Paiti placed the medal on Orla's neck then clapped along with the crowd, looking a bit awkward with the unfamiliar gesture. "Thank you, cook," he said quietly to Orla, then stepped down to move toward Vrae.

Trug's booming applause joined that of the audience, the troll clapping heartily for the little halfling woman.

Orla rested one hand just over the medallion before she turned her gaze back out over the applauding crowd. By now she was beet red, but she offered a curtsey in the direction of the observers.

Vraezcjellia could not resist the temptation any longer and picked up a plate for herself, carefully scooping out a little bit of every presented dish on to it. She was very much looking forward to tasting the food which had defeated her entries so that she could divine their secrets, but she also wanted a taste of her own dishes since some of them were quite rare, even for her.

Parin stood up and covered her glowing smile with her hand... so that a sweet-flavored burp wasn't heard. "Alas, I must make my leave." As Parin made her way out, she left crisp linen bags printed in green 'P. RUMINI APOTHECARY, MARKET of DRACHE'- each containing small bottled samples of items such as shampoo, ink, throat lozenges and scented candles, on a few tables and chairs.

Paiti stoppeds in front of Vrae and looked up at her as she foraged. His amplification is off. "Thank you, Lady Vraezcjellia. You are every bit as deserving of the award. I must say that I was more interested in sampling your foods than your opponent's, but you both performed very well."

"Personally, I would love it if they both cooked for me!" Deis declared, still milking the crowd. "But such is life, after all!"

"You have run an excellent contest, made better by the fact that everyone has won," Vraezcjellia replied to Paiti, careful not to talk with her mouth full. Wow, Orla's cooking was very rich and indulgent, which didn't sit well with her tastes, but she figured that it sat better with the judges' palates.

Still, the decision was not unanimous, and that made her think that war was not inevitable between topsiders and the Vuulari whenever they came into contact. The men and women of the surface really could appreciate her and her people, and that was something that she had never truly believed was possible.

Speaking of appreciation, Trug snagged a few more pieces of coconut shrimp before they disappeared. "Truely am much good." The troll nodded.

"I thoroughly agree, and I want to give my best wishes to both contestants." the Lamia says in response to Trug's comment. "Once more, this tournament has been brought to you by the Kweitai Taste Restaurant, The House of Magic, Baske's Trading Post, and P. Rumini's Apothecary. Please visit the sponsors to show your gratitude!"

Orla, for her part, moved to fetch a drink for now. She needed to relax. One hand rested over her belly as she looked over the dishes Vraez had made.

"I think you were both quite excellent," Deis said, "And a credit to the city as a whole." She grazed too, hiding bits of food away to take home.

Vraezcjellia indulged herself in the fine foods arrayed before her on the judges' table, complimenting Orla once more as she tasted each of the halfling's dishes. She made a plate for the equally hungry Jasmine as her assistant began packing up their things to leave.

Paiti moved to sample some of the leftover food and nodded to Orla. "Your cooking technique was excellent," he said.

Orla`Farrowelch curtsied deeply to Paiti. "Thank you sir, I can but try."

He then bowed to Vraezcjellia. "I hope that you are right that this is a beginning step. My people believe that we are all one family. I hope that the parents of the Vuulari and the parents of the people of Drache can become friends as they were when all people left Taopai."

"Indeed, I would like to see that happen," the elder former war priestess replied to Paiti. "But the wounds of the past run deep, and there is much that needs to be done before we can come together in a formal way. Maybe I will live to see that day."

Paiti bowed again to Vrae. "Maybe. Good night, Lady Vraezcjellia. You are always welcome at my restaurant."

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[[Category: Short Stories]]

Taopai

2014-09-13T00:10:53Z

Hatshepsut: /* Cultural and Fine Arts */ Organize and add hu schiwei reference.

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| race1 = Native human (70%), ethnic [[Panguro|Pangui]] (15%),
| race2 = Ethnic [[Xiunhai-La|Xiunlan]] (5%), Other foreign human (4%),
| race3 = Half-elf (3%), Elf (2%), Other (1%)
| religion = [[Pangui Religion|The Celestial Dragons]], Polytheism, Animism
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Taopai is a large island a week and a half southwest of Panguro by ship. Called "The Land of a Thousand Harbors," it has been a seafaring society since ancient times. Taopai's coastline is very hospitable, with few reefs or treacherous rocks and many friendly coves and inlets. Taopai's natives consider it to be quite literally paradise, thanks in part to its abundant natural resources.

Taopai is an anarchy with a gift economy and a strongly socially-oriented society. The population is concentrated along the coast, with strange magical effects rendering the inland inhospitable. The strange nature of the inland has led to another native name for Taopai: "The Edge of the World."

The word "Taopai" literally means both "The Five Paths" and "The Real Paths," and refers to the mythical exodus of all the world's humanoids from the island. The adjective form is "Taopei," and is used to refer to the people and the native language, which is similar to Nipangui and Xuinlani.

=History=

According to Taopei legend, Taopai was the birthplace of all humanoid races. The destiny of these races was to set out from Taopai to the five corners of the earth. Most did so, setting off as families. Where they landed, the patriarchs and matriarchs of the families became kings and queens, and nations formed. Those left behind in Taopai were the people too lazy or easygoing to find their own place, so they chose to remain in paradise. The Taopei are not generally proud of living in paradise; instead, they have a rather sheepish and apologetic air toward foreigners, and regard people in other lands as impressive and brave (if a bit foolhardy) for daring to live elsewhere.

Taopai is a very peaceful country, but at times outsiders have tried to take advantage of the island's abundant resources. The Taopei people welcome outsiders who come in peace, but when people come aggressively, many natives will band together to fight them. Taipei armies are rather disorganized, with an ad-hoc chain of command based on skill, experience, and age. However, the high level of magic combined with large numbers of kweitai and mundane martial artists means that Taopai has rarely been successfully invaded. On the few occasions that it has, the conquerers have been integrated with the population in only a few generations.

=Geographical Features=

Taopai is a large island in the ocean about 10 days southwest of the Panguro continental shelf, with an area of approximately 75,000 square kilometers. It has a corrugated, hospitable coastline with hundreds of harbors, coves, and navigable inlets. The land near the coast is very low, resulting in broad marshes and wetlands. Cities form in dryer regions, while small towns usually perch on stilts over the marshes where rice and other crops are grown.

Further inland, the land rises to form forested mountains. These mountains are home to dramatic and violent magical storms and strange distortions of reality. See the MAGIC AND THE SUPERNATURAL section for more details. The foothills of the mountains are home to very productive silver mines, although the magical oddities tend to make miners' lives interesting.

Geologically speaking, Taopai has much in common with a volcanic island. However, the land formations are not caused by a hot spot in the crust below, but rather by the intense magical forces present in the heart of the mountains.

The Taopei do not have horses except as foreign curiosities. For travel through the marshy regions, the natives use broad, bowl-shaped boats and domesticated giant sea turtles that are big enough to carry two people. For sea travel, the Taopei use large, broad, flat-bottomed ships with junk sails.

==Flora and Fauna==

The waters around Taopai are teeming with marine life: large crabs several feet in diameter, glistening schools of fish, friendly dolphins, and [[Dà gui|giant sea turtles]]. According to the Taopei people, the dolphins in their waters are as intelligent as humanoids, although their minds are so foreign that communication is impossible. The giant sea turtles have long been domesticated, and serve as riding animals, beasts of burden, and food. In the cold-water kelp forests in the sea away from the island there are schools of [[Hóuzi yú]]:unintelligent, scaly fish-creatures shaped vaguely like monkeys, who feed on clams and small fish. Legend has it that these were once people who attempted to conquer Taopai. When their ships were sunk, they changed so that they could breathe water and survive.

The marshy lowlands of Taopai are full of tall grasses, bamboo, and gnarled trees with loose bark that is used to make paper. Rice, the staple of the Taopei diet, grows wild here, as well as plum and other fruit trees. The vital spice schaifei is made from the oversized stamen of a climbing vine with brilliant purple flowers. Wetter bogs are often full of a berry very similar to the cranberry found in colder climates.

The wetlands are occupied year-round by flocks of dumb waterfowl called [[Schikukao|schikukao]], which are similar in size to the duck but have a pointed beak. They are popular for food. The giant sea turtles often come inland, and there are also many kinds of native frogs and insects. There are no native large mammals; the largest is an aquatic [[Tǔ bō shǔ|woodchuck-like rodent]] the size of a large dog. The depths of the bamboo forests tend to be home to a dumb, vicious, humanoid [[Qīngwā|amphibian]] that lurks beneath the water to leap out at unsuspecting passersby.

The mountains are covered in dense forests of black-barked trees. A dramatic variety of mushrooms and other edible fungi is scattered over the forest floor. The higher one gets into the mountains, the stranger the plants become: floating trees, vines made of gold, and mushrooms that will turn you invisible. It's said among those who have explored the more unhinged depths of the forest that the plants are often more dangerous than the animals.

The mountains are home to a variety of birds and insects. The most dramatic creature is the [[hu schiwei]],an enormous flightless insect which strides taller than the trees, with massive legs and a tiny body. It feeds on the uppermost flowers of certain large-blossomed trees. These forests are also home to the [[Yukao]], the mysterious and strange magical race that seems to be able to withstand the reality-bending magic of the mountain heights better than humanoids can.

The magical stresses of the Taopai environment tend to occasionally enlarge creatures to titanic size. It's not unheard of for an [[Gameru|enormous sea turtle]], several stories tall, to emerge from the depths and approach a city, at which point the city's kweitai warriors (and a few kweitai fishermen and turtle-herders) will band together to defeat the menace.

=Government and Politics=

Taopai has no centralized government, and no commerce in the capitalistic sense. Age and experience are valued highly, and elders are often consulted when guidance is needed, but they have no true authority. The Taopei consider each family, each group of friends, and each neighborhood to be its own entity, and any member of a group can speak for the whole with the understanding that other members of the group may disagree.

Crime is relatively rare in Taopai for several reasons. First, the Taopei generally do not see ownership as something set in stone. As long as something is not used often or required for health, it is seen as something temporary. Someone who "steals" money or food from a well-off person is likely to get away with it simply because the "victim" won't particularly mind. Additionally, the Taopai have a very strong sense of community. To be hurtful or rude is regarded as intensely shameful, and to do so in public would be akin to walking around naked in other cultures.

Crime does sometimes happen, though. Murders and major thefts occur. When this happens, local dojos typically work together to identify and apprehend the culprit, and the criminal's fate is decided by an impromptu court of whoever happens to be nearby at the time. Punishments usually involve public humiliation and/or intense physical discomfort, but criminals are rarely killed or maimed unless they are unrepentant repeat-offenders.

The Taopei do not buy and sell goods as such. An outsider observing Taopei commerce might label it "bartering," as natives typically exchange goods. However, a Taopei craftsman would be likely to give a visitor his goods for free, if he can spare them. The exchange is only out of a sense of social obligation, so that one is not being a burden on one's neighbors.

Foreign trade is more traditionally capitalistic, as the Taopei recognize both the benefits that this sort of trade brings to them and the lack of understanding of other cultures of the Taopei economy. Trading "companies" form among the Taopei to share resources for foreign trade, but these are typically loose associations of friends, family, and colleagues and are not bound internally by contract.

Each Taopei considers herself a representative of the nation, able to make treaties and negotiate on its behalf. These agreements are usually honored unless doing so is considered an undue burden by an individual affected by the pact, in which case the individual will respectfully decline and think nothing of doing so.

The Taopei do have a great fascination with the idea of government, however, and will freely assign honorary titles and positions. These titles are usually honored as if in a game of playacting, to the extent that a person declared Daimyo of Suei might issue light-hearted commands to the residents of Suei, which would be obeyed as if they were orders in a game of Simon Says.

The Taopei believe foreign governments to be the formalized and distorted remnants of the familial structures of the groups that originally settled the nations. In the Taopei language, the word for "monarch" is nearly identical to the word for "parent," and a Taopei native would speak of an Arangothian as being "a child of Arangoth."

=Military=

Taopai is a very peaceful country, but at times outsiders have tried to take advantage of the island's abundant resources. The Taopei people welcome outsiders who come in peace, but when people come aggressively, many natives will band together to fight them. Taipei armies are rather disorganized, with an ad-hoc chain of command based on skill, experience, and age. However, the high level of magic combined with large numbers of kweitai and mundane martial artists means that Taopai has rarely been successfully invaded. On the few occasions that it has, the conquerors have been integrated with the population in only a few generations.

Taopei combat favors weapons that can be used as extensions of traditional unarmed martial arts. The budi is a bladed tonfa-like weapon, where the blade can lie against the arm or be turned and used as a sort of sword. There is also a native version of the katar, in both typical short-bladed and more unique long-bladed models. Many dancing implements, such as the yi and the hoops, have weaponized versions. Long spears are also used heavily, especially by fishermen who are already skilled at the use of fishing spears.

Taopei naval combat focuses primarily on boarding techniques. Taopei ships are swift, and will typically rush their enemies and board them before the enemies have a chance to defend.

=Religion=

Taopai has no native religion, as such. Many Taopei worship the Celestial Dragons popular in Panguro. A sort of lazy polytheism is also popular, where people worship twenty or a hundred different gods, some of them borrowed from other cultures. A visiting Arangothian would be surprised to find a distorted version of Menxvan worshiped as a snake god in one household and a sun god in the next.

Most native Taopei do subscribe to a unique spiritual belief system, however. According to Taopei legend, Taopai was the birthplace of all humanoid races. The destiny of these races was to set out from Taopai to the five corners of the earth. Most did so, setting off as families. Where they landed, the patriarchs and matriarchs of the families became kings and queens, and nations formed. Those left behind in Taopai were the people too lazy or easygoing to find their own place, so they chose to remain in paradise. The Taopei are not generally proud of living in paradise; instead, they have a rather sheepish and apologetic air toward foreigners, and regard people in other lands as impressive and brave (if a bit foolhardy) for daring to live elsewhere.

The number five and the fifth letter of the Taopei alphabet, "Tao," are considered mystically significant by many in Taopai. A sort of loose animism is a common belief, where elemental spirits inhabit the most mundane objects. The store of a particularly skilled cobbler, for example, may become a shrine to shoe spirits. Any natural spring is likely to have small offerings lying in it to the water spirits within.

According to Taopei animism, all people are connected with a force called kwei (lit. "the sea"). This is an energy that is shared between all sentient beings (and under Taopei animism, even rocks have sentient spirits associated with them). If everyone is happy and healthy, the kwei is strong, and the individual is more likely to do well. Likewise, if one person is at a disadvantage, others are likely to feel the weakening effect this has on the kwei. Some foreigners have mistranslated this concept as "ki" and called it the individual's "breath of life," but kwei is a collective spiritual property, not an individual source of power.

=Society and Peoples=

The Taopei do not see the humanoid races as distinct categories. Being a dwarf or an elf is just like having light or dark hair. Additionally, the local spice schaifei has mild effects on fertility, making interracial couples more likely to bear fertile offspring. The average Taopei native is shorter than an average human; has dusky-yellow skin; has black, red, or purple hair; and has slightly pointed ears. The range of features is wide, and no Taopei would consider a baby born with tusks or an adult under four feet tall to be remarkable. The Taopei tend to be vaguely aware that foreigners make racial distinctions, but tend to confuse which race is which.

Likewise, the Taopei see gender distinctions as unimportant. There is no distinctive clothing style for men or women, and most Taopei would identify as bisexual. While the Taopei recognize the existence of gender, and that only women can naturally bear a child, it is considered unimportant. There is no gender by default in the Taopei language, and to refer to a person as a man or a woman specifically would be regarded as oddly clinical, like someone being called "a male" or "a female." Like Arangoth, Taopai has a widely-known ritual that allows same-sex couples to create biological children. In the case of two men, the child requires a host mother, which is usually either a close friend of one of the men or one of the men's mother or sister.

Age plays an important role in Taopei society. Older people are automatically assumed to be more experienced and smarter. It is very difficult for a person not in middle age to be regarded as fully skilled in her field. As a result, many talented young people try desperately to be recognized for their abilities. This enthusiasm is often regarded with patronizing humor by older people.

==Cultural and Fine Arts==

The Taopei love bright colors, strong flavors, and loud music. They tend to freely mix these things in ways that would baffle western sensibilities; there is no concept in Taopai of colors "clashing." A Taopei saying states that "no pot is ever fully seasoned."

The Taopei have an intense love of all things foreign, due in part to their belief that all foreign people once came from Taopai.

===Domestic and Visual Arts===

Taopei fashion tends toward loose-fitting robes of multiple bright colors, especially reds, oranges, and purples. When it is convenient to do so, Taopei will wear elaborate hats or headdresses with creative and dramatic shapes. On warm days, it is common to strip robes down to topless sarongs or even nothing at all. The Taopei have no nudity taboo, and there is no gender distinction when it comes to fashion.

Taopei visual artwork is a combination of painting and embroidery. Carefully sewn quilts, pillows, and canvases are dyed and painted. Often, beads, sequins, and metal charms will be added once the paint has been applied. Mixed-media sculpture is the most common form of three-dimensional art.

===Architecture===

Taopei architecture tends toward the economical, with the most popular construction materials being bamboo, woven reeds, thick waterproofed paper, and clay tiles. Because most of the cities and towns are close to sea level -- indeed, many villages are in the middle of marshes -- most houses and other buildings are built on stilts for protection against floods. There are few large buildings except for tournament arenas and temples. These public buildings are often decorated incredibly ostentatiously, dripping with silver, mother-of-pearl, shells, and living flowers. The decoration of living flowers extends to many buildings; it is common for a house to have plants on the roof, with vines and flowers dangling over the edge for decoration. Small buildings tend to be square, with all sides the same length and one wall oriented parallel to the sea. Larger buildings tend to be a hollow square of structure surrounding an open central courtyard.

===Food and Drink===

Taopei food generally consists of strongly-spiced stews and salads paired with steamed rice or rice noodles. Most dishes will be simultaneously sweet, sour, savory, spicy, and aromatic, these being the "five elements" of Taopei cuisine. Common vegetables include seaweed, bamboo, green onions, and a variety of mild basil treated as a leaf vegetable. Common fruits include a sort of warm-climate cranberry, limes, and plums. Floral fragrances are often essential parts of Taopei dishes.

Common meats include fish, chicken, and wild game. The Taopei do not traditionally raise cattle or pigs, but as with everything else, there is a desire to try out foreign tastes, so these meats are available in limited quantities. [[Hu schiwei]] is a "twice-in-a-lifetime" traditional delicacy.

The national alcoholic drink is probably plum wine, of which there are a dizzying number of varieties. There are also rice beers. Alcohol is traditionally served in a stemless, nearly-spherical cup with a narrow opening. Imported drinks are wildly popular.

===Performance Arts and Sports===

Taopei music is very rhythmic, incorporating percussion sections that are often larger than the rest of the band. A traditional Taopei band would have two large differently-pitched drums called suschu, a set of five small bongo-like naopei, a small glockenspiel-shaped set of pitched cymbals called yuyei, a pair of crash cymbals (thuwao), a high-pitched flute (ki), a droning pipe called the nunao, and a single-stringed guitar called the fupei. For a piece of music to appeal to traditional Taopei sensibilities, it must first have a strong rhythm and be easy to dance to. Melody is almost an afterthought. Foreign instruments are often incorporated into traditional music.

Traditional Taopei minstrels, or pei, carry a kazoo (bi) which they hold in their mouths as they use a complex aggregate rhythm instrument called a taisuthai. Taisuthai are made by the individual pei, and are all different. They incorporate a number of rhythm instruments all connected together into a complex mass arranged and rearranged according to the pei's needs. A pei's routine will usually include interludes of pun-heavy standup comedy in addition to music. See the LANGUAGE section for more on Taopei puns.

Taopei dance is vigorous and a bit frenetic. Dancers will typically wear long, brightly-colored, flowing robes, and spinning moves are common. Dancers often incorporate canes, batons, hoops, and weights on the end of strings called yi. Yi are often doused in fuel and set alight. Sorcery and sleight of hand is commonly incorporated into dance routines. As a result of all this, Taopei dance performances are often dizzying walls of swirling lights and color.

Martial arts are a popular sport in Taopai, and there are many competing dojos that engage in popular tournaments. These tournaments have different divisions for kweitai and mundane fighters. The premiere martial event of the year is the Taopai Kweitai Championship, where top kweitai masters from across the island gather in the foothills to battle in a high-magic environment. The winner enjoys admiration and respect for the next year, and is showered with gifts and praise. The final matches of the championship are known to last for days, with combatants performing incredible feats.

=Magic and the Supernatural=

Taopai is a very magically strong land, like Panguro. Close to the coast, the environment is what scholars would call "high magic," where normal spells are enhanced and even untrained people can create magical effects by doing simple rituals. The further one goes up into the mountains, the more wild and unreliable the magic becomes. Near the peaks of the mountains, reality itself tends to break down, resulting in vivid illusions, magical storms, and the bending of space and time. The very peaks of the Taopei mountains are perpetually shrouded in magical fog, and the natives insist that the mountains have no peaks; they are outside of existence, and thus Taopai is the "edge of the world," the border between what is real and what is not. The mountains are seen as the primordial mists from which all humanoids emerged.

The wild magic is strictly limited to the mountains, while the "high magic" region extends less than a day by ship from the coast.

There are no records of anyone scaling the highest peaks of the Taopei mountains and returning to tell of it. However, there is a long tradition of Taopei mystics and explorers who go into the mountains and return with strange insights, often physically changed by the magics they encounter. The most popular folk story about the mountains tells of a castle deep inland where a hundred youths sleep with a 125 magical swords, each incapable of killing but infinitely sharp. If a quester enters the castle, takes a sword, and defeats 125 opponents in duels, that sword's youth will awake and marry the quester. There are documented accounts of people returning from the mountains with these swords, but none have survived long enough to defeat 125 opponents. The questing swords cannot kill, but the opponents' swords certainly can.

The mountains are home to magical creatures called Yukao that bear strong resemblance to the fairies and the fae of western lands. They are mischevious, powerful, and proud creatures who seem to be able to navigate the mountains much more easily than nonmagical humanoids. They have natural abilities of shapeshifting and illusion, and great wisdom.

Native Taopei spellcasters are mostly innate arcane casters called "lao" and are similar to what are often called "sorcerers" in western lands. They are born with magical abilities, and they tend to focus on elemental magic, manipulating fire, water, earth, and pure energies. In the high-magic environment of Taopai, lao are capable of great magical feats, but away from their homeland, they tend to less powerful than foreign casters.

There are also practitioners called "kweitai" who manupulate the kwei life force to achieve feats of great skill. The most dramatic of these are kweitai warriors, who are said to be able to crush boulders with a punch, fire beams of pure kwei energy from their hands, and in the high-magic environment of the mountains, even fly. However, the kweitai techniques can be applied to any trade, and it is not unusual to see exhibitions of supernatural cooking ability or dance. Like the lao abilities, kweitai abilities are weaker away from Taopai, but foreigners would still find the strength and skill of kweitai to be impressive and beyond the limits of natural talent.

Because magic is so strong in Taopai, everyday people can cast simple spells. Bookstores typically have a small section of spellbooks, and anyone can buy one, speak the words within, and perform simple tasks like cleaning their house or speaking with weak spirits. These spells do not work outside if Taopai.

As with many things, the Taopei people's love of foreign practices causes there to be many native practitioners of foreign arts.

=Language=

The Taopei language is constructed from an abugida, or alphasyllabary, where each character consists of a consonant with a vowel attached. There are five vowels and fifteen consonants. The consonants are divided into five groups of three, and meanings are assigned to each consonant and vowel. The meaning of a word's syllables does not always correspond to the meaning of the word as a whole, but it often is related. This is a similar concept to western numerology.

The Taopei take great delight in a sort of punning based on the relationship between a word's meaning and its syllables' meanings. For instance, the term "daimyo" is a source of great amusement. It is borrowed from Nipangui, and is used to refer to people holding honorary positions of power. It is rendered in the Taopei tongue as "DAI-MYAO," which can be interpreted as "becoming white (clean) forever." This appeals to the anarchist Taopei's befuddlement at the idea that a person can be deserving of respect in all situations.

==Vowels, Their Pronunciations, and Their Meanings==

'''U''' "oo" Quality. For example, "du" is the adjective "white."<br>
'''I''' "ee" Direction. For example, "hi" is roughly southwest.<br>
'''AI''' "ah-ee" Process. For example, "wai" is sickness, the process of dying.<br>
'''EI''' "ay" Source. For example, "kwei" is the sea, the source of water.<br>
'''AO''' "ah-oh" Result or Pure Form. For example, "pao" is fire.<br>

==Consonants==

There are five categories of consonants, each corresponding to an element. The first consonant in the group corresponds to the element's primary form. The second corresponds to its diluted, worldly form and its associated color. The third refers to the element's negative form or opposite.

The following are the consonants, organized into groups and with their respective meanings.

'''T D TH''' Being, White, Never-been<br>
'''P B F Fire''', Red, Cold<br>
'''S SH SCH*''' Earth, Green, Air<br>
'''K H** W''' Water, Blue, Death<br>
'''Y L N/M''' Magic, Yellow, Permanence<br>

*The Taopei "SCH" sound is like a combination between the English "sh" and "ch," as if saying freSH CHeese.
**The Taopei "H" is the IPA sound X, like the Spanish H or Scottish CH.

==Combinations==

Generally, the combination of a consonant and a vowel is straightforward. T + AO = TAO. However, there are occasional exceptions. For example, K + EI is pronounced "kwei," and M + AO is pronounced "myo." All native Taopei words are made up of full syllables, but many foreign words require independent vowels. This can be indicated by writing the vowel symbol unconnected to a consonant.

For instance, Arangoth is rendered in the Taopei abugida as "AoleiHaothai:" AO L+EI H+AO TH+AI

==Vocabulary==

*'''bi''' - a kazoo-like instrument
*'''budi''' - a bladed tonfa-like weapon
*'''fupei''' - a single-stringed, fretless guitar
*'''ki''' - a high-pitched flute
*'''kwei''' - sea; also the sentient life force
*'''kweitai''' - a supernatural master of a trade
*'''lao''' - a sort of elemental sorcerer
*'''lwei''' - harbor
*'''naopei''' - small, pitched drums like bongos that come in a connected ring of five
*'''nunao''' - a droning pipe, similar to a digeridoo
*'''pei''' - traveling minstrel
*'''schaifei''' - a native aromatic spice, used in the steaming of almost all rice. Has a side effect of enhancing fertility between dissimilar humanoid races.
*'''scheikao''' - domesticated sea turtle
*'''schikukao''' - a waterfowl like a duck without the flat bill, popular for food.
*'''suschu''' - large, pitched drums like tympanis
*'''taisuthai''' - a personal aggregate rhythm instrument of a pei
*'''thuwao''' - crash cymbals
*'''weisikao''' - spider
*'''yi''' - weights on strings used during dancing
*'''Yukao''' - fae-like magical beings
*'''yuyei''' - a set of small, pitched cymbals arranged like a glockenspiel

=A Taopai Folk Tale=

'''FAO HEI'S LOVE'''

Before you were born, a person named Fao Hei lived in the city of Thao. He would go out on the boats in the morning, and return with baskets full of fish in the evening. His spear struck like lightning, and the fish came to him like children to a pastry shop. But Fao Hei was sad.

Fao Hei was sad because he was in love, but he did not know who he was in love with. Every morning he set out with longing in his heart, and every evening he returned to an empty house. He laid with many people, but he recognized none of them as his love. Finally, he decided his love did not exist.

This lifted his spirits, for he knew where to find things that did not exist. He took up his fishing spear and began walking into the mountains, where non-existence was.

As he entered the trees, Fao Hei heard a small voice. He looked down, and there was a tiny worm crawling beside him, keeping pace with his long strides. The worm said, "Fao Hei, why are you going into the mountains? Your people stay by the coast."

Fao Hei knew that this creature must be a Yukao, one of the creatures that live in the forest and are both real and not. He respectfully nodded to it as he walked, and replied, "I am looking for my love. I think he does not exist, so I am going to find him."

The Yukao nodded, and it was now a tall person with 125 eyes and five mouths. It said, "I will help you find your love, then, for you will not survive the edge of the world without a guide."

Fao Hei and the Yukao walked through the forest, following a trail of glowing mushrooms that led deep into the mountains. Soon, they came across a pool full of golden fish, their scales metal. The Yukao pointed with a claw at the pool. "Get me a fish to eat," it said, "or I will feed on your heart instead."

Fao Hei aimed his spear and thrust forward. The Yukao laughed when it saw that Fao Hei's point had missed every one of the golden fish, although they swam as thick as rice in a bowl. But every one of its 125 eyes widened when Fao Hei retrieved the spear with a single tiny brown fish wriggling on its tip. The Yukao took the fish and ate it in one tiny bite, and asked, "Why did you catch me that fish, instead of one of those many pretty fish?"

Fao Hei set his spear on his shoulder. "Those fish are pretty," he said, "but gold is not a good thing to eat. It is better to eat a fish that is healthy for you than one that is pretty." And the two of them kept walking.

Soon, they came across a spider's web strung across the path. Its strands were as thick as the vines of schaifei, and it was surely made by an enormous creature. The Yukao laughed, and looked at Fao with mockery. "You will never get past this web without being caught," it said, "and to leave the path is to be lost forever!"

Fao Hei shrugged. "Enough fish have escaped my nets," he said, "that I know all of their tricks. If you try so hard to hold on to a catch, it will slip through your fingers." He looked at the web carefully and then, like an eel, he slipped through a narrow opening in the web and stood on the other side. The Yukao laughed in delight, and tore open the web with long claws so that it could step through.

Fao Hei and the Yukao walked further, up the narrow path. As they travelled higher, the world around them blurred, and soon they were walking on a thin strip of dirt in the middle of leafy mist. Above his head, Fao Hei could see forest, the trees hanging down like vines from the land above. The Yukao giggled, and its skin leaked gnats. "Up and down have no meaning this far inland," it said. "How will you keep your balance from now on?"

Fao Hei calmly continued walking. "Beneath the sea, there is no balance. There is no up and down. One must simply travel with the currents, and not fight against them." The Yukao oozed, but said nothing.

As Fao Hei and the Yukao walked, noises came out of the mist around them. Stone towers loomed in the distance, at angles that could not be. The sky flashed with color, and the ground seethed with fire and ice. Even the Yukao was buffeted by the mountain storms, and its body twisted and flickered like a candle's flame.

"Fao Hei, your body is not made for this world," the Yukao said. "If you go any further, you will be changed forever."

Fao Hei continued to walk, even as his flesh bloomed and his clothing whimpered. "One must never be afraid of change," he replied. "Sometimes one must change to capture the most valuable catch." The Yukao's five mouths smiled at these words, and blood oozed from the air around it.

After some time -- it may have been seconds, and it may have been centuries -- Fao Hei and the Yukao came to a place that was not a place. Even the chaos behind them was simple compared to the gray everything before them. Fao Hei could not look at it, so he closed his eyes and began to step forward.

The Yukao blocked his way with an arm like a stormcloud. "Wait, Fao Hei," it said, and its voice was diamond. "Not even the Yukao know what lies beyond the edge of the world. You may never return."

Fao Hei smiled. "Every voyage is a step into the unknown," he said. "I do not fear the open sea." And he stepped through and was gone.

The Yukao sat there for five forevers, watching the edge of everything. Fao Hei did not return, so the Yukao turned and began drifting back down the mountain. "You are a wise fisherman," it said to the person who no longer existed. "If your love truly does not exist, I know that you have found him."

Before you were born, a Yukao crawled out of the forest in the shape of a tiny worm and whispered this story into the ear of a sleeping child. That child told another, and that one another, and now I am telling you.

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Hu schiwei

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The hu schiwei is a giant insect found in the land of [[Taopai]].

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| common_name = Hu schiwei
| image = hu-schiwei.jpg
| alt = A hu schiwei in Taopai's temperate mountain forests
| other_names = Giant flower-stalk insect
| natural_habitat = The mountain forests of Taopai
| classification = Insect
| average_size = 20-25 ft
| average_weight = 2500 lbs
| coloring = Dark gray with vivid blue mouthparts
| distinguishing_features = Edible, but only once

}}

=Description=
The hu schiwei is an enormous insect, as tall as a tree, with thick, spindly legs and a relatively small body. It bears a vague similarity to a distorted beetle. Its carapace is a dark gray-brown, but the inside of its mouthparts is a vivid blue.

There is a Taopei saying: "The hu schiwei never stops growing, but its shell does." According to local folklore, the hu schiwei grows constantly but can only shed its exoskeleton so many times in its life. When it runs out of moltings, it crushes itself in its own skin.

=Habitat=
The hu schiwei lives in the mountain forests of Taopai, where it feeds on the succulent leaves and brightly-colored flowers of the parasitic vines that grow in the upper canopy there.

=Breeding Habits=
Every five years the female hu schiwei deposits gluey clumps of eggs in the branches of trees. Each egg is as large as a melon. The males fertilize the eggs, often with several males jostling each other for access to the same clump. The first nymph to hatch from a clump will eat the other eggs for its initial sustenance. It then goes through a series of moltings, leaving behind successively larger husks, until it reaches its final size.

=Other Characteristics=
The meat of the hu schiwei is pale blue that turns rich purple when cooked. It contains an odd mystical poison: you can eat it once without any ill effects, but the second time you eat it, even decades later, you will die a swift and painless death. Many Taopei families have a tradition of giving hu schiwei to a young adult as they come of age, and of eating hu schiwei once more on their deathbed when the pain becomes too much or they feel as if they are a burden. Some Taopei will describe premature or accidental death by saying, "They died without tasting hu schiwei again."

The traditional preparation for hu schiwei is to marinate the meat in a sweet pepper vinegar, then broil it and cover with a light, savory sauce. It is served over flower-infused rice. The taste is said to resemble rich shrimp, although people who have eaten it will often romanticize it as being the "best meal they've ever tasted."

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Taopai

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{{Infobox Country
| name = Taopai
| image =
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| motto =
| capital =
| language1 =
| language2 =
| language3 =
| race1 = Native human (70%), ethnic [[Panguro|Pangui]] (15%),
| race2 = Ethnic [[Xiunhai-La|Xiunlan]] (5%), Other foreign human (4%),
| race3 = Half-elf (3%), Elf (2%), Other (1%)
| religion = [[Pangui Religion|The Celestial Dragons]], Polytheism, Animism
| government = Loose organization based on geography, family, crafts, and interests.
| ruler = No central ruler
| population = Approx. 2,000,000
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Taopai is a large island a week and a half southwest of Panguro by ship. Called "The Land of a Thousand Harbors," it has been a seafaring society since ancient times. Taopai's coastline is very hospitable, with few reefs or treacherous rocks and many friendly coves and inlets. Taopai's natives consider it to be quite literally paradise, thanks in part to its abundant natural resources.

Taopai is an anarchy with a gift economy and a strongly socially-oriented society. The population is concentrated along the coast, with strange magical effects rendering the inland inhospitable. The strange nature of the inland has led to another native name for Taopai: "The Edge of the World."

The word "Taopai" literally means both "The Five Paths" and "The Real Paths," and refers to the mythical exodus of all the world's humanoids from the island. The adjective form is "Taopei," and is used to refer to the people and the native language, which is similar to Nipangui and Xuinlani.

=History=

According to Taopei legend, Taopai was the birthplace of all humanoid races. The destiny of these races was to set out from Taopai to the five corners of the earth. Most did so, setting off as families. Where they landed, the patriarchs and matriarchs of the families became kings and queens, and nations formed. Those left behind in Taopai were the people too lazy or easygoing to find their own place, so they chose to remain in paradise. The Taopei are not generally proud of living in paradise; instead, they have a rather sheepish and apologetic air toward foreigners, and regard people in other lands as impressive and brave (if a bit foolhardy) for daring to live elsewhere.

Taopai is a very peaceful country, but at times outsiders have tried to take advantage of the island's abundant resources. The Taopei people welcome outsiders who come in peace, but when people come aggressively, many natives will band together to fight them. Taipei armies are rather disorganized, with an ad-hoc chain of command based on skill, experience, and age. However, the high level of magic combined with large numbers of kweitai and mundane martial artists means that Taopai has rarely been successfully invaded. On the few occasions that it has, the conquerers have been integrated with the population in only a few generations.

=Geographical Features=

Taopai is a large island in the ocean about 10 days southwest of the Panguro continental shelf, with an area of approximately 75,000 square kilometers. It has a corrugated, hospitable coastline with hundreds of harbors, coves, and navigable inlets. The land near the coast is very low, resulting in broad marshes and wetlands. Cities form in dryer regions, while small towns usually perch on stilts over the marshes where rice and other crops are grown.

Further inland, the land rises to form forested mountains. These mountains are home to dramatic and violent magical storms and strange distortions of reality. See the MAGIC AND THE SUPERNATURAL section for more details. The foothills of the mountains are home to very productive silver mines, although the magical oddities tend to make miners' lives interesting.

Geologically speaking, Taopai has much in common with a volcanic island. However, the land formations are not caused by a hot spot in the crust below, but rather by the intense magical forces present in the heart of the mountains.

The Taopei do not have horses except as foreign curiosities. For travel through the marshy regions, the natives use broad, bowl-shaped boats and domesticated giant sea turtles that are big enough to carry two people. For sea travel, the Taopei use large, broad, flat-bottomed ships with junk sails.

==Flora and Fauna==

The waters around Taopai are teeming with marine life: large crabs several feet in diameter, glistening schools of fish, friendly dolphins, and [[Dà gui|giant sea turtles]]. According to the Taopei people, the dolphins in their waters are as intelligent as humanoids, although their minds are so foreign that communication is impossible. The giant sea turtles have long been domesticated, and serve as riding animals, beasts of burden, and food. In the cold-water kelp forests in the sea away from the island there are schools of [[Hóuzi yú]]:unintelligent, scaly fish-creatures shaped vaguely like monkeys, who feed on clams and small fish. Legend has it that these were once people who attempted to conquer Taopai. When their ships were sunk, they changed so that they could breathe water and survive.

The marshy lowlands of Taopai are full of tall grasses, bamboo, and gnarled trees with loose bark that is used to make paper. Rice, the staple of the Taopei diet, grows wild here, as well as plum and other fruit trees. The vital spice schaifei is made from the oversized stamen of a climbing vine with brilliant purple flowers. Wetter bogs are often full of a berry very similar to the cranberry found in colder climates.

The wetlands are occupied year-round by flocks of dumb waterfowl called [[Schikukao|schikukao]], which are similar in size to the duck but have a pointed beak. They are popular for food. The giant sea turtles often come inland, and there are also many kinds of native frogs and insects. There are no native large mammals; the largest is an aquatic [[Tǔ bō shǔ|woodchuck-like rodent]] the size of a large dog. The depths of the bamboo forests tend to be home to a dumb, vicious, humanoid [[Qīngwā|amphibian]] that lurks beneath the water to leap out at unsuspecting passersby.

The mountains are covered in dense forests of black-barked trees. A dramatic variety of mushrooms and other edible fungi is scattered over the forest floor. The higher one gets into the mountains, the stranger the plants become: floating trees, vines made of gold, and mushrooms that will turn you invisible. It's said among those who have explored the more unhinged depths of the forest that the plants are often more dangerous than the animals.

The mountains are home to a variety of birds and insects. The most dramatic creature is the [[hu schiwei]],an enormous flightless insect which strides taller than the trees, with massive legs and a tiny body. It feeds on the uppermost flowers of certain large-blossomed trees. These forests are also home to the [[Yukao]], the mysterious and strange magical race that seems to be able to withstand the reality-bending magic of the mountain heights better than humanoids can.

The magical stresses of the Taopai environment tend to occasionally enlarge creatures to titanic size. It's not unheard of for an [[Gameru|enormous sea turtle]], several stories tall, to emerge from the depths and approach a city, at which point the city's kweitai warriors (and a few kweitai fishermen and turtle-herders) will band together to defeat the menace.

=Government and Politics=

Taopai has no centralized government, and no commerce in the capitalistic sense. Age and experience are valued highly, and elders are often consulted when guidance is needed, but they have no true authority. The Taopei consider each family, each group of friends, and each neighborhood to be its own entity, and any member of a group can speak for the whole with the understanding that other members of the group may disagree.

Crime is relatively rare in Taopai for several reasons. First, the Taopei generally do not see ownership as something set in stone. As long as something is not used often or required for health, it is seen as something temporary. Someone who "steals" money or food from a well-off person is likely to get away with it simply because the "victim" won't particularly mind. Additionally, the Taopai have a very strong sense of community. To be hurtful or rude is regarded as intensely shameful, and to do so in public would be akin to walking around naked in other cultures.

Crime does sometimes happen, though. Murders and major thefts occur. When this happens, local dojos typically work together to identify and apprehend the culprit, and the criminal's fate is decided by an impromptu court of whoever happens to be nearby at the time. Punishments usually involve public humiliation and/or intense physical discomfort, but criminals are rarely killed or maimed unless they are unrepentant repeat-offenders.

The Taopei do not buy and sell goods as such. An outsider observing Taopei commerce might label it "bartering," as natives typically exchange goods. However, a Taopei craftsman would be likely to give a visitor his goods for free, if he can spare them. The exchange is only out of a sense of social obligation, so that one is not being a burden on one's neighbors.

Foreign trade is more traditionally capitalistic, as the Taopei recognize both the benefits that this sort of trade brings to them and the lack of understanding of other cultures of the Taopei economy. Trading "companies" form among the Taopei to share resources for foreign trade, but these are typically loose associations of friends, family, and colleagues and are not bound internally by contract.

Each Taopei considers herself a representative of the nation, able to make treaties and negotiate on its behalf. These agreements are usually honored unless doing so is considered an undue burden by an individual affected by the pact, in which case the individual will respectfully decline and think nothing of doing so.

The Taopei do have a great fascination with the idea of government, however, and will freely assign honorary titles and positions. These titles are usually honored as if in a game of playacting, to the extent that a person declared Daimyo of Suei might issue light-hearted commands to the residents of Suei, which would be obeyed as if they were orders in a game of Simon Says.

The Taopei believe foreign governments to be the formalized and distorted remnants of the familial structures of the groups that originally settled the nations. In the Taopei language, the word for "monarch" is nearly identical to the word for "parent," and a Taopei native would speak of an Arangothian as being "a child of Arangoth."

=Military=

Taopai is a very peaceful country, but at times outsiders have tried to take advantage of the island's abundant resources. The Taopei people welcome outsiders who come in peace, but when people come aggressively, many natives will band together to fight them. Taipei armies are rather disorganized, with an ad-hoc chain of command based on skill, experience, and age. However, the high level of magic combined with large numbers of kweitai and mundane martial artists means that Taopai has rarely been successfully invaded. On the few occasions that it has, the conquerors have been integrated with the population in only a few generations.

Taopei combat favors weapons that can be used as extensions of traditional unarmed martial arts. The budi is a bladed tonfa-like weapon, where the blade can lie against the arm or be turned and used as a sort of sword. There is also a native version of the katar, in both typical short-bladed and more unique long-bladed models. Many dancing implements, such as the yi and the hoops, have weaponized versions. Long spears are also used heavily, especially by fishermen who are already skilled at the use of fishing spears.

Taopei naval combat focuses primarily on boarding techniques. Taopei ships are swift, and will typically rush their enemies and board them before the enemies have a chance to defend.

=Religion=

Taopai has no native religion, as such. Many Taopei worship the Celestial Dragons popular in Panguro. A sort of lazy polytheism is also popular, where people worship twenty or a hundred different gods, some of them borrowed from other cultures. A visiting Arangothian would be surprised to find a distorted version of Menxvan worshiped as a snake god in one household and a sun god in the next.

Most native Taopei do subscribe to a unique spiritual belief system, however. According to Taopei legend, Taopai was the birthplace of all humanoid races. The destiny of these races was to set out from Taopai to the five corners of the earth. Most did so, setting off as families. Where they landed, the patriarchs and matriarchs of the families became kings and queens, and nations formed. Those left behind in Taopai were the people too lazy or easygoing to find their own place, so they chose to remain in paradise. The Taopei are not generally proud of living in paradise; instead, they have a rather sheepish and apologetic air toward foreigners, and regard people in other lands as impressive and brave (if a bit foolhardy) for daring to live elsewhere.

The number five and the fifth letter of the Taopei alphabet, "Tao," are considered mystically significant by many in Taopai. A sort of loose animism is a common belief, where elemental spirits inhabit the most mundane objects. The store of a particularly skilled cobbler, for example, may become a shrine to shoe spirits. Any natural spring is likely to have small offerings lying in it to the water spirits within.

According to Taopei animism, all people are connected with a force called kwei (lit. "the sea"). This is an energy that is shared between all sentient beings (and under Taopei animism, even rocks have sentient spirits associated with them). If everyone is happy and healthy, the kwei is strong, and the individual is more likely to do well. Likewise, if one person is at a disadvantage, others are likely to feel the weakening effect this has on the kwei. Some foreigners have mistranslated this concept as "ki" and called it the individual's "breath of life," but kwei is a collective spiritual property, not an individual source of power.

=Society and Peoples=

The Taopei do not see the humanoid races as distinct categories. Being a dwarf or an elf is just like having light or dark hair. Additionally, the local spice schaifei has mild effects on fertility, making interracial couples more likely to bear fertile offspring. The average Taopei native is shorter than an average human; has dusky-yellow skin; has black, red, or purple hair; and has slightly pointed ears. The range of features is wide, and no Taopei would consider a baby born with tusks or an adult under four feet tall to be remarkable. The Taopei tend to be vaguely aware that foreigners make racial distinctions, but tend to confuse which race is which.

Likewise, the Taopei see gender distinctions as unimportant. There is no distinctive clothing style for men or women, and most Taopei would identify as bisexual. While the Taopei recognize the existence of gender, and that only women can naturally bear a child, it is considered unimportant. There is no gender by default in the Taopei language, and to refer to a person as a man or a woman specifically would be regarded as oddly clinical, like someone being called "a male" or "a female." Like Arangoth, Taopai has a widely-known ritual that allows same-sex couples to create biological children. In the case of two men, the child requires a host mother, which is usually either a close friend of one of the men or one of the men's mother or sister.

Age plays an important role in Taopei society. Older people are automatically assumed to be more experienced and smarter. It is very difficult for a person not in middle age to be regarded as fully skilled in her field. As a result, many talented young people try desperately to be recognized for their abilities. This enthusiasm is often regarded with patronizing humor by older people.

==Cultural and Fine Arts==

The Taopei love bright colors, strong flavors, and loud music. They tend to freely mix these things in ways that would baffle western sensibilities; there is no concept in Taopai of colors "clashing." A Taopei saying states that "no pot is ever fully seasoned."

The Taopei have an intense love of all things foreign, due in part to their belief that all foreign people once came from Taopai.

Taopei fashion tends toward loose-fitting robes of multiple bright colors, especially reds, oranges, and purples. When it is convenient to do so, Taopei will wear elaborate hats or headdresses with creative and dramatic shapes. On warm days, it is common to strip robes down to topless sarongs or even nothing at all. The Taopei have no nudity taboo, and there is no gender distinction when it comes to fashion.

Taopei architecture tends toward the economical, with the most popular construction materials being bamboo, woven reeds, thick waterproofed paper, and clay tiles. Because most of the cities and towns are close to sea level -- indeed, many villages are in the middle of marshes -- most houses and other buildings are built on stilts for protection against floods. There are few large buildings except for tournament arenas and temples. These public buildings are often decorated incredibly ostentatiously, dripping with silver, mother-of-pearl, shells, and living flowers. The decoration of living flowers extends to many buildings; it is common for a house to have plants on the roof, with vines and flowers dangling over the edge for decoration. Small buildings tend to be square, with all sides the same length and one wall oriented parallel to the sea. Larger buildings tend to be a hollow square of structure surrounding an open central courtyard.

Taopei food generally consists of strongly-spiced stews and salads paired with steamed rice or rice noodles. Most dishes will be simultaneously sweet, sour, savory, spicy, and aromatic, these being the "five elements" of Taopei cuisine. Common vegetables include seaweed, bamboo, green onions, and a variety of mild basil treated as a leaf vegetable. Common fruits include a sort of warm-climate cranberry, limes, and plums. Floral fragrances are often essential parts of Taopei dishes. Common meats include fish, chicken, and wild game. The Taopei do not traditionally raise cattle or pigs, but as with everything else, there is a desire to try out foreign tastes, so these meats are available in limited quantities.

The national alcoholic drink is probably plum wine, of which there are a dizzying number of varieties. There are also rice beers. Alcohol is traditionally served in a stemless, nearly-spherical cup with a narrow opening. Imported drinks are wildly popular.

Taopei music is very rhythmic, incorporating percussion sections that are often larger than the rest of the band. A traditional Taopei band would have two large differently-pitched drums called suschu, a set of five small bongo-like naopei, a small glockenspiel-shaped set of pitched cymbals called yuyei, a pair of crash cymbals (thuwao), a high-pitched flute (ki), a droning pipe called the nunao, and a single-stringed guitar called the fupei. For a piece of music to appeal to traditional Taopei sensibilities, it must first have a strong rhythm and be easy to dance to. Melody is almost an afterthought. Foreign instruments are often incorporated into traditional music.

Traditional Taopei minstrels, or pei, carry a kazoo (bi) which they hold in their mouths as they use a complex aggregate rhythm instrument called a taisuthai. Taisuthai are made by the individual pei, and are all different. They incorporate a number of rhythm instruments all connected together into a complex mass arranged and rearranged according to the pei's needs. A pei's routine will usually include interludes of pun-heavy standup comedy in addition to music. See the LANGUAGE section for more on Taopei puns.

Taopei visual artwork is a combination of painting and embroidery. Carefully sewn quilts, pillows, and canvases are dyed and painted. Often, beads, sequins, and metal charms will be added once the paint has been applied. Mixed-media sculpture is the most common form of three-dimensional art.

Taopei dance is vigorous and a bit frenetic. Dancers will typically wear long, brightly-colored, flowing robes, and spinning moves are common. Dancers often incorporate canes, batons, hoops, and weights on the end of strings called yi. Yi are often doused in fuel and set alight. Sorcery and sleight of hand is commonly incorporated into dance routines. As a result of all this, Taopei dance performances are often dizzying walls of swirling lights and color.

Martial arts are a popular sport in Taopai, and there are many competing dojos that engage in popular tournaments. These tournaments have different divisions for kweitai and mundane fighters. The premiere martial event of the year is the Taopai Kweitai Championship, where top kweitai masters from across the island gather in the foothills to battle in a high-magic environment. The winner enjoys admiration and respect for the next year, and is showered with gifts and praise. The final matches of the championship are known to last for days, with combatants performing incredible feats.

=Magic and the Supernatural=

Taopai is a very magically strong land, like Panguro. Close to the coast, the environment is what scholars would call "high magic," where normal spells are enhanced and even untrained people can create magical effects by doing simple rituals. The further one goes up into the mountains, the more wild and unreliable the magic becomes. Near the peaks of the mountains, reality itself tends to break down, resulting in vivid illusions, magical storms, and the bending of space and time. The very peaks of the Taopei mountains are perpetually shrouded in magical fog, and the natives insist that the mountains have no peaks; they are outside of existence, and thus Taopai is the "edge of the world," the border between what is real and what is not. The mountains are seen as the primordial mists from which all humanoids emerged.

The wild magic is strictly limited to the mountains, while the "high magic" region extends less than a day by ship from the coast.

There are no records of anyone scaling the highest peaks of the Taopei mountains and returning to tell of it. However, there is a long tradition of Taopei mystics and explorers who go into the mountains and return with strange insights, often physically changed by the magics they encounter. The most popular folk story about the mountains tells of a castle deep inland where a hundred youths sleep with a 125 magical swords, each incapable of killing but infinitely sharp. If a quester enters the castle, takes a sword, and defeats 125 opponents in duels, that sword's youth will awake and marry the quester. There are documented accounts of people returning from the mountains with these swords, but none have survived long enough to defeat 125 opponents. The questing swords cannot kill, but the opponents' swords certainly can.

The mountains are home to magical creatures called Yukao that bear strong resemblance to the fairies and the fae of western lands. They are mischevious, powerful, and proud creatures who seem to be able to navigate the mountains much more easily than nonmagical humanoids. They have natural abilities of shapeshifting and illusion, and great wisdom.

Native Taopei spellcasters are mostly innate arcane casters called "lao" and are similar to what are often called "sorcerers" in western lands. They are born with magical abilities, and they tend to focus on elemental magic, manipulating fire, water, earth, and pure energies. In the high-magic environment of Taopai, lao are capable of great magical feats, but away from their homeland, they tend to less powerful than foreign casters.

There are also practitioners called "kweitai" who manupulate the kwei life force to achieve feats of great skill. The most dramatic of these are kweitai warriors, who are said to be able to crush boulders with a punch, fire beams of pure kwei energy from their hands, and in the high-magic environment of the mountains, even fly. However, the kweitai techniques can be applied to any trade, and it is not unusual to see exhibitions of supernatural cooking ability or dance. Like the lao abilities, kweitai abilities are weaker away from Taopai, but foreigners would still find the strength and skill of kweitai to be impressive and beyond the limits of natural talent.

Because magic is so strong in Taopai, everyday people can cast simple spells. Bookstores typically have a small section of spellbooks, and anyone can buy one, speak the words within, and perform simple tasks like cleaning their house or speaking with weak spirits. These spells do not work outside if Taopai.

As with many things, the Taopei people's love of foreign practices causes there to be many native practitioners of foreign arts.

=Language=

The Taopei language is constructed from an abugida, or alphasyllabary, where each character consists of a consonant with a vowel attached. There are five vowels and fifteen consonants. The consonants are divided into five groups of three, and meanings are assigned to each consonant and vowel. The meaning of a word's syllables does not always correspond to the meaning of the word as a whole, but it often is related. This is a similar concept to western numerology.

The Taopei take great delight in a sort of punning based on the relationship between a word's meaning and its syllables' meanings. For instance, the term "daimyo" is a source of great amusement. It is borrowed from Nipangui, and is used to refer to people holding honorary positions of power. It is rendered in the Taopei tongue as "DAI-MYAO," which can be interpreted as "becoming white (clean) forever." This appeals to the anarchist Taopei's befuddlement at the idea that a person can be deserving of respect in all situations.

==Vowels, Their Pronunciations, and Their Meanings==

'''U''' "oo" Quality. For example, "du" is the adjective "white."<br>
'''I''' "ee" Direction. For example, "hi" is roughly southwest.<br>
'''AI''' "ah-ee" Process. For example, "wai" is sickness, the process of dying.<br>
'''EI''' "ay" Source. For example, "kwei" is the sea, the source of water.<br>
'''AO''' "ah-oh" Result or Pure Form. For example, "pao" is fire.<br>

==Consonants==

There are five categories of consonants, each corresponding to an element. The first consonant in the group corresponds to the element's primary form. The second corresponds to its diluted, worldly form and its associated color. The third refers to the element's negative form or opposite.

The following are the consonants, organized into groups and with their respective meanings.

'''T D TH''' Being, White, Never-been<br>
'''P B F Fire''', Red, Cold<br>
'''S SH SCH*''' Earth, Green, Air<br>
'''K H** W''' Water, Blue, Death<br>
'''Y L N/M''' Magic, Yellow, Permanence<br>

*The Taopei "SCH" sound is like a combination between the English "sh" and "ch," as if saying freSH CHeese.
**The Taopei "H" is the IPA sound X, like the Spanish H or Scottish CH.

==Combinations==

Generally, the combination of a consonant and a vowel is straightforward. T + AO = TAO. However, there are occasional exceptions. For example, K + EI is pronounced "kwei," and M + AO is pronounced "myo." All native Taopei words are made up of full syllables, but many foreign words require independent vowels. This can be indicated by writing the vowel symbol unconnected to a consonant.

For instance, Arangoth is rendered in the Taopei abugida as "AoleiHaothai:" AO L+EI H+AO TH+AI

==Vocabulary==

*'''bi''' - a kazoo-like instrument
*'''budi''' - a bladed tonfa-like weapon
*'''fupei''' - a single-stringed, fretless guitar
*'''ki''' - a high-pitched flute
*'''kwei''' - sea; also the sentient life force
*'''kweitai''' - a supernatural master of a trade
*'''lao''' - a sort of elemental sorcerer
*'''lwei''' - harbor
*'''naopei''' - small, pitched drums like bongos that come in a connected ring of five
*'''nunao''' - a droning pipe, similar to a digeridoo
*'''pei''' - traveling minstrel
*'''schaifei''' - a native aromatic spice, used in the steaming of almost all rice. Has a side effect of enhancing fertility between dissimilar humanoid races.
*'''scheikao''' - domesticated sea turtle
*'''schikukao''' - a waterfowl like a duck without the flat bill, popular for food.
*'''suschu''' - large, pitched drums like tympanis
*'''taisuthai''' - a personal aggregate rhythm instrument of a pei
*'''thuwao''' - crash cymbals
*'''weisikao''' - spider
*'''yi''' - weights on strings used during dancing
*'''Yukao''' - fae-like magical beings
*'''yuyei''' - a set of small, pitched cymbals arranged like a glockenspiel

=A Taopai Folk Tale=

'''FAO HEI'S LOVE'''

Before you were born, a person named Fao Hei lived in the city of Thao. He would go out on the boats in the morning, and return with baskets full of fish in the evening. His spear struck like lightning, and the fish came to him like children to a pastry shop. But Fao Hei was sad.

Fao Hei was sad because he was in love, but he did not know who he was in love with. Every morning he set out with longing in his heart, and every evening he returned to an empty house. He laid with many people, but he recognized none of them as his love. Finally, he decided his love did not exist.

This lifted his spirits, for he knew where to find things that did not exist. He took up his fishing spear and began walking into the mountains, where non-existence was.

As he entered the trees, Fao Hei heard a small voice. He looked down, and there was a tiny worm crawling beside him, keeping pace with his long strides. The worm said, "Fao Hei, why are you going into the mountains? Your people stay by the coast."

Fao Hei knew that this creature must be a Yukao, one of the creatures that live in the forest and are both real and not. He respectfully nodded to it as he walked, and replied, "I am looking for my love. I think he does not exist, so I am going to find him."

The Yukao nodded, and it was now a tall person with 125 eyes and five mouths. It said, "I will help you find your love, then, for you will not survive the edge of the world without a guide."

Fao Hei and the Yukao walked through the forest, following a trail of glowing mushrooms that led deep into the mountains. Soon, they came across a pool full of golden fish, their scales metal. The Yukao pointed with a claw at the pool. "Get me a fish to eat," it said, "or I will feed on your heart instead."

Fao Hei aimed his spear and thrust forward. The Yukao laughed when it saw that Fao Hei's point had missed every one of the golden fish, although they swam as thick as rice in a bowl. But every one of its 125 eyes widened when Fao Hei retrieved the spear with a single tiny brown fish wriggling on its tip. The Yukao took the fish and ate it in one tiny bite, and asked, "Why did you catch me that fish, instead of one of those many pretty fish?"

Fao Hei set his spear on his shoulder. "Those fish are pretty," he said, "but gold is not a good thing to eat. It is better to eat a fish that is healthy for you than one that is pretty." And the two of them kept walking.

Soon, they came across a spider's web strung across the path. Its strands were as thick as the vines of schaifei, and it was surely made by an enormous creature. The Yukao laughed, and looked at Fao with mockery. "You will never get past this web without being caught," it said, "and to leave the path is to be lost forever!"

Fao Hei shrugged. "Enough fish have escaped my nets," he said, "that I know all of their tricks. If you try so hard to hold on to a catch, it will slip through your fingers." He looked at the web carefully and then, like an eel, he slipped through a narrow opening in the web and stood on the other side. The Yukao laughed in delight, and tore open the web with long claws so that it could step through.

Fao Hei and the Yukao walked further, up the narrow path. As they travelled higher, the world around them blurred, and soon they were walking on a thin strip of dirt in the middle of leafy mist. Above his head, Fao Hei could see forest, the trees hanging down like vines from the land above. The Yukao giggled, and its skin leaked gnats. "Up and down have no meaning this far inland," it said. "How will you keep your balance from now on?"

Fao Hei calmly continued walking. "Beneath the sea, there is no balance. There is no up and down. One must simply travel with the currents, and not fight against them." The Yukao oozed, but said nothing.

As Fao Hei and the Yukao walked, noises came out of the mist around them. Stone towers loomed in the distance, at angles that could not be. The sky flashed with color, and the ground seethed with fire and ice. Even the Yukao was buffeted by the mountain storms, and its body twisted and flickered like a candle's flame.

"Fao Hei, your body is not made for this world," the Yukao said. "If you go any further, you will be changed forever."

Fao Hei continued to walk, even as his flesh bloomed and his clothing whimpered. "One must never be afraid of change," he replied. "Sometimes one must change to capture the most valuable catch." The Yukao's five mouths smiled at these words, and blood oozed from the air around it.

After some time -- it may have been seconds, and it may have been centuries -- Fao Hei and the Yukao came to a place that was not a place. Even the chaos behind them was simple compared to the gray everything before them. Fao Hei could not look at it, so he closed his eyes and began to step forward.

The Yukao blocked his way with an arm like a stormcloud. "Wait, Fao Hei," it said, and its voice was diamond. "Not even the Yukao know what lies beyond the edge of the world. You may never return."

Fao Hei smiled. "Every voyage is a step into the unknown," he said. "I do not fear the open sea." And he stepped through and was gone.

The Yukao sat there for five forevers, watching the edge of everything. Fao Hei did not return, so the Yukao turned and began drifting back down the mountain. "You are a wise fisherman," it said to the person who no longer existed. "If your love truly does not exist, I know that you have found him."

Before you were born, a Yukao crawled out of the forest in the shape of a tiny worm and whispered this story into the ear of a sleeping child. That child told another, and that one another, and now I am telling you.

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Creatures of Siveth by geographical location

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This is a list of creatures discovered by [[James P Liverwurst]], other biologists, explorers and adventures alike.

=Alesian Imperium=
*[[Imperial Eagle]]
*[[Fang-toothed Screamfish]]
*[[Amur Tiger]]
*[[Grey Bison]]
*[[Tree Spider]]

=Azaan=

=Bahija=
Tropical forest, coast
*[[Black Throated Treefrog]]
*[[Fang-toothed Screamfish]]
*[[Giant Hummingbird]]
*[[Tree Spider]]

=Bahr=
*[[Fang-toothed Screamfish]]

=Mertile Island=

=Mwayambi=
*[[Black Lion]]
*[[Grond Dragon]]
*[[Ground Sloth]]
*[[Kameel]]
*[[Klein Perd]]
*[[Kuut'tha]]
*[[Mwayambian Wildcat]]
*[[Renosters]]
*[[Roc]]
*[[Seekoei]]
*[[Woolly Mammoths#Description|Mammoth]]
===Berjeron===
The southwestern portion
===Kadut===
The easternmost section
*[[Tri-humped Camel]]
===Land of Chimerae===
The narrow island above Mwayambi proper
*[[Fout]]
*[[Giant Insects]]
*[[Reuse-wurm]]
===Siombakgede===
Also known as the Land of Giants. Central part of the continent. Grasslands
*[[Blood Worm]]
*[[Giant Crocodile]]
*[[Tri-humped Camel]]
*[[Gobber]]

=Panguro=
Icy polar field
*[[Amur Tiger]]
*[[Grey Bison]]
*[[Woolly Camel]]
*[[Woolly Mammoth]]

=Greater Pentland=
*[[Dartscale]]
*[[Drake|Imperial Drake]]
*[[Dartscale|Glowscale]]
*[[Wyvern]]
*[[Thamno Snake]]
*[[Tree Spider]]
===Pentland===
*[[Drakontos]]
====Kargaan Vale====
*[[Black Lion]]
*[[Kaas Ripper]]
*[[Kargaan Raptor]]
*[[Vampiric Glider]]

===Arrantiada===
===Tuil Sianaach===
Coral reef

=Siveth=
*[[Rock Rat]]

=Taopai=
Harbor, inlets
*[[Amur Tiger]]
*[[Dà Gui]]
*[[Gameru]]
*[[Grey Bison]]
*[[Hu Schiwei]]
*[[Hóuzi Yú]]
*[[Qīngwā]]
*[[Schikukao]]
*[[Tǔ Bō Shǔ]]
*[[Zhenkau Falcon]]

=Veth=
*[[Ghost Eagle]]
*[[Jade Beetle]]
*[[Night Panther]]
*[[RamsHorn Deer]]
*[[Red Hawk]]
*[[Tree Spider]]
===Arangoth===
*[[Crowned Serpent]]
*[[Drachean Wharf Roach]]
*[[Great Wolf]]
*[[Octideb]]
*[[Shadow Bat]]
====Sresar Vale====
Rolling hills, forest
*[[Autumn Snake]]
*[[Dire Sheep]]
*[[Gobber]]
*[[Sresar Vale Moorhound]]

===Aslar===
===Assi===
River valley
===Cabalos Islands===
*[[Tree Spider]]
===Caern Rhia===
===Elgaria===
Dark forest
*[[Amber Bear]]
*[[Gloom Owl]]
*[[Octidebs]]
===Elluria===
Sea cliffs, harbor, river
*[[Night Panther]]
===Elvendeep===
Redwood forest
*[[Amber Bear]]
*[[Autumn Snake]]
*[[Giant Dragonfly]]
*[[Giant Eagle]]
*[[Giant Owl]]
*[[Giant Swan]]
*[[Great Wolf]]
===Emil===
Mountains, harbor
*[[Kokomahs Bird]]
===Ferluxebi===
Great Desert
*[[Desert Pony]]
*[[Gyrchin]]
*[[Kangaroo Mouse]]
*[[Speckle-pelted Desert Bear]]
===Griffon's Aerie===
*[[Dryad]]
*[[Hippogriff]]
*[[Koagle]]
*[[Lesser Griffon]]
===Isle of Myst===
Forest, grasslands
*[[Amber Bear]]
*[[Autumn Snake]]
*[[Black Lion]]
*[[Gobber]]
*[[Tree Spider]]
===Kahlahra===
Plains and steppeland that give way to hills near mountains
*[[Gobber]]
*[[Great Wolf]]
*[[Kokomahs Bird]]
===Leturia===
*[[Black Lion]]
*[[Great Wolf]]
*[[Rint]]
===Najjir===
Crystal sands, desert
*[[Jilab Sand Hopper]]
*[[Khalar Horse]]
*[[Goliath Scorpion]]
====Fareedah====
[[Najjir#The Crystal Frontier|Shimmering dunes]]
*[[Goliath Scorpion]]
*[[Riverbed Snake]]
===Orjana===
===Randis===
===Rashnad===
Inhospitable desert
*[[Desert-Skritter]]
===Rondis===
River, isolated,
*[[Milipin]]
===Secca===
Harbor, dense forest
====The Backwoods====
*[[Amber Bear]]
*[[Autumn Snake]]

===Taj Jahan===
Big freshwater lake, jungles
====Parvati Forest====
*[[Fanged Ape]]
===Teldanar===
Mountains, desert
*[[Kokomahs Bird]]
===Temaigh===
===Thontaran Steppe===
*[[Gobber]]
*[[Hlindar]]
*[[Sand Bear]]
*[[Thontaran Horse]]
===Tollor===
Grasslands, hills, harbor
*[[Gobber]]
===Zul Kiras===
Mountains
*[[Black Lion]]
*[[Great Wolf]]
*[[Gyrchin]]
*[[Kokomahs Bird]]

=Underdark=
*[[Hiranblas]]
*[[Kyorilta]]
*[[Rauv'eyl]]

=Xiunhai-la=
Cliffs, floating stones
*[[Night Panther]]
*[[Zhenkau Falcon]]

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<pre>
=====================================================================
JUNE 1996. Edited by Patrick Feaster, September 1999.
=====================================================================
To: Multiple recipients of list BlackDragon <BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net>

Date: Sat, 1 Jun 1996 00:38:03 -0400
From: Dave Crampton <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
Subject: The fate of Sig of Magnitude

>Date: Fri, 31 May 1996 00:09:38 -0400
>X-Sender: pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu
>To: crampto3@pilot.msu.edu, petal@earthlink.net, phantom@atomic.net,
> merlin31@bihs.net, deanna3@airmail.net
>From: Adam Pigeon <pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu>
>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!
>
> ===========================================================================
>
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> "|| ,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.
>
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>
>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! YAY!!!!
>
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> ok@:@@@@: :@@o `O@@@O' O@@@@@O Oooo oo oo; ,oo,
> o@@::k@@: :k@o `OOO' `OoooO' Q##Q Been there,
> o@@: :k@: :@O, ,o####o, O#O ,Oo o##o done that,
> o@@: :@@: :k@O O#####o, ,o##o###o `o#oQ##.o##o doin' it
> o@@: :k@: :@o `:##O##O Q##o o##o o######o##o again
> o@@@. `:@@: :@o, Q#O O#O O##ooo#o' o###oo#:##o tomorrow!!
> O@@@: :@@: :@@o O#O O#O O##o##o ,o##o'o####o
> ,Q@@@: o@@o :@@O ,:##O##O Q###oooo ,o##o'_`o###o JUST DEW IT!
> .@@@@@@..@@@@.@@@@o o@#####o' `o#####o'ooooo'(R)`oooo
>
>Now on to another subject, those funky picture files. 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
>
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>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

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Date: Sat, 1 Jun 1996 00:38:36 -0400
From: Dave Crampton <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
Subject: The Coming Storm Part 3 - Jhiaxus

>Date: Fri, 31 May 1996 00:10:01 -0400
>X-Sender: pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu
>To: crampto3@pilot.msu.edu
>From: Adam Pigeon <pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu>
>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 <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
Subject: Life and Deth chapter 4 - Robots Assassins and Babes, Oh My!

>Date: Fri, 31 May 1996 00:10:48 -0400
>X-Sender: pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu
>To: crampto3
>From: Adam Pigeon <pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu>
>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 <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
Subject: Life and Deth chapter 5 - Fever Dream

>Date: Fri, 31 May 1996 00:10:56 -0400
>X-Sender: pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu
>To: crampto3
>From: Adam Pigeon <pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu>
>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 <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
Subject: Life and Deth chapter 6 - All Fall Away

>Date: Fri, 31 May 1996 00:11:05 -0400
>X-Sender: pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu
>To: crampto3
>From: Adam Pigeon <pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu>
>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 <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
Subject: Preparations

>Date: Sat, 1 Jun 1996 00:07:09 -0400
>X-Sender: pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu
>To: crampto3
>From: Adam Pigeon <pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu>
>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 <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
Subject: Greetings from limbo, wish you were here

>Date: Sat, 1 Jun 1996 00:07:16 -0400
>X-Sender: pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu
>To: crampto3
>From: Adam Pigeon <pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu>
>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..
>
> /\ |-\ /\ |\ /|
> / \ | \ / \ | \/ |
> /----\ | | /----\ | |
> / \ | / / \ | |
>/ \ |_/ / \ | |
>
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>| | | | | | | | \ |
>|--/ | | ___ |--- | | | \|
>| | | | | | | | |
>| __|__ \__/ |_____ \__/ | |
>
>-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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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 <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
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 <doochina@datatek.com>
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 <AngelSin@bnbcomp.net>
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 <AngelSin@bnbcomp.net>
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 <petal@earthlink.net>
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: kb5uuo@ix.netcom.com (Timothy McKee )
Subject: Shadows

Darinmar stands aboard his ship,
SeaTalon.He.is.caught.in.kinda.of@ix.netcom.com

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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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: kb5uuo@ix.netcom.com (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" <CMCCUB51@mail.caps.maine.edu>
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 <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu>
Cc: BlackDragon <blackdragon@bnbcomp.net>
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" <kerrinne@ix.netcom.com>
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: xandur@rmci.net (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 <palpatine@earthlink.net>

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 <phantom@atomic.net>
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: kb5uuo@ix.netcom.com (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 <rangerblue@earthlink.net>
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 <rangerblue@earthlink.net>
Subject: Re: Prisoner
Cc: WrynBlue@aol.com

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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <catmac@flash.net>
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 <phantom@atomic.net>
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 <palpatine@earthlink.net>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: xandur@rmci.net (Xandur)
Subject: Re: Prisoner
Cc: RangerBlue@aol.com, WrynBlue@aol.com, BuzzVampyr@aol.com,
DarbenGray@aol.com, DragonTayI@aol.com, Goldendust@aol.com,
JEDIKGTRS@aol.com, Jojama@aol.com, Merikus@aol.com, SirCathay@aol.com,
Swiftsilvr@aol.com, Tyntigal@aol.com, Vettexx@aol.com,
hht6c@virginia.edu, @bnbcomp.net, rosesblush@aol.com

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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <dakoran@fuse.net>
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: kb5uuo@ix.netcom.com (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 <palpatine@earthlink.net>
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: kb5uuo@ix.netcom.com (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 <norin@felix.TECLink.Net>
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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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 <petal@earthlink.net>
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 petal@earthlink.net

this story was written in collaboration with Adam Pigeon
~lil ol' me

Date: Mon, 3 Jun 1996 01:17:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sylvia <petal@earthlink.net>
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 <petal@earthlink.net>
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 <petal@earthlink.net>
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 petal@earthlink.net

this story was written in collaboration with Adam Pigeon
~lil ol' me

Date: Mon, 3 Jun 1996 12:57:04 -0400
From: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <rangerblue@earthlink.net>
Subject: The time come
Cc: RangerBlue@aol.com, WrynBlue@aol.com, BuzzVampyr@aol.com,
DarbenGray@aol.com, DragonTayI@aol.com, Goldendust@aol.com,
JEDIKGTRS@aol.com, Jojama@aol.com, Merikus@aol.com, SirCathay@aol.com,
Swiftsilvr@aol.com, Tyntigal@aol.com, Vettexx@aol.com,
hht6c@virginia.edu, rosesblush@aol.com

::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, xandur@rmci.net
To: BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net, 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 <rangerblue@earthlink.net>
Subject: Prisoner's return
Cc: RangerBlue@aol.com, WrynBlue@aol.com, BuzzVampyr@aol.com,
DarbenGray@aol.com, DragonTayI@aol.com, Goldendust@aol.com,
JEDIKGTRS@aol.com, Jojama@aol.com, Merikus@aol.com, SirCathay@aol.com,
Swiftsilvr@aol.com, Tyntigal@aol.com, Vettexx@aol.com,
hht6c@virginia.edu, rosesblush@aol.com

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 <catmac@flash.net>
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 <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
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
crampto3@pilot.msu.edu 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: DeWitten@AOL.COM
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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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:

bios@blkdragon.com

Hopefully this will eliminate the problems I've had in the past.. Thanks!

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Date: Tue, 4 Jun 1996 18:45:15 -0500
From: grcolby@tamu.edu (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: galliard@freedomnet.com
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 <petal@earthlink.net>
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: galliard@freedomnet.com
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: galliard@freedomnet.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <catmac@flash.net>
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 <mugcm@uxa.ecn.bgu.edu>
Subject: None

unsubscribe blackdragon*inn list
LadyLisha

Date: Tue, 4 Jun 1996 23:42:35 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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 <doochina@datatek.com>
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 <dakoran@fuse.net>
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 <catmac@flash.net>
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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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....
>
>
>
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Date: Wed, 05 Jun 1996 10:03:30 -0700
From: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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!!!!!!!!
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Date: Wed, 05 Jun 1996 10:08:58 -0700
From: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: UM

Is totally embarresd

um..that birthday msg was supposed to go to BKDRAGON@iac.net...I was not
thinking...PLEASE DON'T READ IT!!!

sighs
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Date: Wed, 5 Jun 1996 10:10:26 -0700
From: kordes@ix.netcom.com (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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
Subject: Re: Problem...

not to copy Angel or anything...but....huh?

RandoM

Date: Wed, 5 Jun 1996 13:25:38 -0400
From: DeWitten@aol.com
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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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 BKDRAGON@iac.net...I was not
> thinking...PLEASE DON'T READ IT!!!
>
>
> sighs
> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
> Her Royal Majesty |
> AngelSin |
> Queen of Arangoth |
> @---}---}--------- |
> --------------------------------- |
> http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm |
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> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
>

Date: Wed, 5 Jun 1996 12:42:25 -0500
From: Arianeira <catmac@flash.net>
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: grcolby@tamu.edu (Gail R. Colby)
Subject: Re: UM

>
>
>Is totally embarresd
>
>um..that birthday msg was supposed to go to BKDRAGON@iac.net...I 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 <merlin31@bihs.net>
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 <catmac@flash.net>
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 <AngelSin@bnbcomp.net>
Subject: Re: None

Um..Lisha dear,

you need to send this to listserver@bnbcomp.net 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 <doochina@datatek.com>
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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: Re: BIRTHDAY WISHES AND KISSES

GGRrrrrrrrr

::Grumbles :: Happy birthday..

>Wooo pretty Queenie. uh, my birthday is today, too..yah
>
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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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: cullen@net-link.net (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: onestab@rmci.net (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: onestab@rmci.net (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 BKDRAGON@iac.net...I was not
>thinking...PLEASE DON'T READ IT!!!
>
>
>sighs

Date: Wed, 05 Jun 1996 14:24:55 -0700
From: ea681016@luhsd.k12.ca.us (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 <AngelSin@bnbcomp.net>
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: bkdragon@iac.net (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: xandur@rmci.net (Xandur)
Subject: Criminals in our midst.
Cc: RangerBlue@aol.com, WrynBlue@aol.com, BuzzVampyr@aol.com,
DarbenGray@aol.com, DragonTayI@aol.com, Goldendust@aol.com,
JEDIKGTRS@aol.com, Jojama@aol.com, Merikus@aol.com, SirCathay@aol.com,
Swiftsilvr@aol.com, Tyntigal@aol.com, Vettexx@aol.com,
hht6c@virginia.edu, @bnbcomp.net, rosesblush@aol.com

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 <petal@earthlink.net>
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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: UNSUBSCRIBING- DO NOT REPLY TO THIS POST

To unsubscribe to this list send email to

listserver@bnbcomp.net

then in the BODY of the email msg put

unsubscribe BlackDragon

that's it..sorry to see you go

>>How do I unsubscribe?
>
>
>
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--------------------------------- |
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Date: Wed, 5 Jun 1996 18:12:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: RangerBlue <rangerblue@earthlink.net>
Subject: Re: Criminals in our midst.
Cc: RangerBlue@aol.com, WrynBlue@aol.com, BuzzVampyr@aol.com,
DarbenGray@aol.com, DragonTayI@aol.com, Goldendust@aol.com,
JEDIKGTRS@aol.com, Jojama@aol.com, Merikus@aol.com, SirCathay@aol.com,
Swiftsilvr@aol.com, Tyntigal@aol.com, Vettexx@aol.com,
hht6c@virginia.edu, rosesblush@aol.com

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" <CMCCUB51@mail.caps.maine.edu>
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: xandur@rmci.net (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: aliastra@ap.net (Liandria Gaia Archrelar)
Subject: Re: UM

>Is totally embarresd
>
>um..that birthday msg was supposed to go to BKDRAGON@iac.net...I 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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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 <palpatine@earthlink.net>
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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
Subject: Re: UM

DeWitten@aol.com 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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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 <mechwarrior@novagate.com>
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 <mechwarrior@novagate.com>
Subject: Re: None

AngelSin wrote:
>
> Um..Lisha dear,
>
> you need to send this to listserver@bnbcomp.net 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 <phantom@atomic.net>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <catmac@flash.net>
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 <AngelSin@bnbcomp.net>
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
AngelSin@blkdragon.com 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 AngelSin@blkdragon.com

****************************************************************************
*********************
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
bios@blkdragon.com

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
AngelSin@blkdragon.com, 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 <palpatine@earthlink.net>
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 <palpatine@earthlink.net>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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 <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
Subject: Cursed Blessings chapter 1 - Rude Awakening

>Date: Fri, 7 Jun 1996 00:19:35 -0400
>X-Sender: pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu (Unverified)
>To: crampto3, deanna3@airmail.net
>From: Adam Pigeon <pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu>
>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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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 <merlin31@bihs.net>
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 <catmac@flash.net>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <petal@earthlink.net>
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: onestab@rmci.net (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: grcolby@tamu.edu (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: raphtoni@iw.net (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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
Subject: Re: UM

DeWitten@aol.com 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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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 <petal@earthlink.net>
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: aliastra@ap.net (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 <phantom@atomic.net>
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 <phantom@atomic.net>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <rangerblue@earthlink.net>
Subject: Re: Mena muns...I think...
Cc: WrynBlue@aol.com

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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <palpatine@earthlink.net>
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 <jimmie@io.com>
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

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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...)---
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Date: Sat, 08 Jun 1996 10:16:42
From: AngelSin <AngelSin@bnbcomp.net>
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 <merlin31@bihs.net>
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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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: kb5uuo@ix.netcom.com (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: kb5uuo@ix.netcom.com (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 <petal@earthlink.net>
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: kb5uuo@ix.netcom.com (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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <AngelSin@bnbcomp.net>
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..
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Queen of Arangoth
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Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 00:32:31 -0700
From: Crystal <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>
Subject: Re: TEST

I shall reply because you havint had enough replies

Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 00:41:48 -0700
From: Crystal <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>
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: ldyshiael@tcbrr.com (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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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
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Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 15:12:26 -0400
From: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <merikus@ix.netcom.com>
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: tkayer@dvsdghse.com
Subject: Re: TEST

I got it. :),

Kris

Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 15:32:15 -0400 (EDT)
From: Sylvia <petal@earthlink.net>
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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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..
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Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 12:57:52 -0700
From: kb5uuo@ix.netcom.com (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 <jimmie@io.com>
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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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..
>
>
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Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 14:08:15 -0700
From: hoosiers@cyberstreet.com (Michael K. Jones)
Subject: Re: TEST

I got it already!!!

Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 21:10:45
From: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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!
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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
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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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 <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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
>
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Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 18:18:39 -0400 (EDT)
From: RangerBlue <rangerblue@earthlink.net>
Subject: Fealty and Oaths
Cc: RangerBlue@aol.com, WrynBlue@aol.com, BuzzVampyr@aol.com,
DarbenGray@aol.com, DragonTayI@aol.com, Goldendust@aol.com,
JEDIKGTRS@aol.com, Jojama@aol.com, merikus@ix.netcom.com,
SirCathay@aol.com, Swiftsilvr@aol.com, Tyntigal@aol.com,
Vettexx@aol.com, hht6c@virginia.edu, rosesblush@aol.com,
Pottsce@fay.infi.net, Onestab@rmci.net

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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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,

>
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Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 17:48:26 -0500
From: norin@felix.TECLink.Net (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 <wilsons@bright.net>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <dakoran@fuse.net>
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
dakoran@fuse.net

Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 22:34:26 -0500
From: raphtoni@iw.net (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: hoosiers@cyberstreet.com (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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
Subject: Re: TEST

Working fine, Angel.

SimnFenix

Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 23:42:31 -0500
From: dee@southwind.com (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: dee@southwind.com (Mysha and Pendrake)
Subject: Here's our tale, yer sitting on yours! :)
Cc: bios@blkdragon.com

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: dee@southwind.com (Mysha and Pendrake)
Subject: Here's our tale...Part 2...Mysha :)
Cc: bios@blkdragon.com

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: dee@southwind.com (Mysha and Pendrake)
Subject: Here's our tale..Part 3..the last! :)
Cc: bios@blkdragon.com

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: leiajedi@ix.netcom.com (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: kb5uuo@ix.netcom.com (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: kb5uuo@ix.netcom.com (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 <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu>
Cc: BlackDragon <BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net>
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.

gsi00811@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu

gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu

Galliard@FreedomNet.com

Wolfie`s decision-reached mun

Date: Tue, 11 Jun 1996 15:43:06 -0700
From: hortill@ix.netcom.com (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: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <petal@earthlink.net>
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: hortill@ix.netcom.com (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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <doochina@datatek.com>
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 <merlin31@bihs.net>
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 <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu>
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.

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Questions, comments, snide remarks, flames, anything welcome at

gsi00811@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu, gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu, or

Galliard@FreedomNet.com

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 <merlin31@bihs.net>
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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: Thank you.

I was asked to put this in the right spot

>From gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.GaSoU.EDU Wed, 12 Jun 1996 09:35:42
>Date: Wed, 12 Jun 1996 11:52:44 -0400 (EDT)
>From: Brenlyn Shadows-in-the-Mist <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.GaSoU.EDU>
>To: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
>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
>
>gsi00811@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu
>
>gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu
>
>Galliard@FreedomNet.com
>
>
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AngelSin |
Queen of Arangoth |
@---}---}--------- |
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http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm |
Official Web Site for the #BLKDRAGON*Inn!! |
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Date: Wed, 12 Jun 1996 14:01:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: RangerBlue <rangerblue@earthlink.net>
Subject: Trying Times
Cc: amie@midwest.net, dragonmlf@usa.pipeline.com.ldyshiael@sisna.com (LdyMirl),
Maruskk@pipeline.com.Syra3@concentric.net, RangerBlue@aol.com,
WrynBlue@aol.com, BuzzVampyr@aol.com, DarbenGray@aol.com,
DragonTayI@aol.com, Goldendust@aol.com, Jojama@aol.com,
merikus@ix.netcom.com, SirCathay@aol.com, Swiftsilvr@aol.com,
Tyntigal@aol.com, Vettexx@aol.com, hht6c@virginia.edu,
rosesblush@aol.com, Pottsce@fay.infi.net, Onestab@rmci.net

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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: hortill@ix.netcom.com (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: hortill@ix.netcom.com (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: hortill@ix.netcom.com (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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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: onestab@rmci.net (OneStab)
Subject: Wargames in Arangoth
Cc: Lysira@halcyon.com

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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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" <ehudson1@ic3.ithaca.edu>
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
ehudson1@ic3.ithaca.edu
hudson@ithaca.edu - 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 <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu>
Cc: BlackDragon <BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net>
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 <petal@earthlink.net>
Subject: A Continuation of Kenokk and Trici's story

>Date: Wed, 12 Jun 1996 23:05:16 -0400
>X-Sender: pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu (Unverified)
>To: petal@earthlink.net
>From: Adam Pigeon <pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu>
>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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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: ea681016@luhsd.k12.ca.us (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 <jimmie@io.com>
Subject: Forward from Kirsy

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Date: Thu, 13 Jun 1996 23:49:17
From: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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 AngelSin@Blkdragon.com
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 <rangerblue@earthlink.net>
Subject: Re: Trying Times
Cc: Amie@midwest.net, Dragonmlf@usa.pipeline.com, Ldyshiael@sisna.com,
Maruskk@usa.pipeline.com, Syra3@concentric.net, RangerBlue@aol.com,
WrynBlue@aol.com, BuzzVampyr@aol.com, DarbenGray@aol.com,
DragonTayI@aol.com, Goldendust@aol.com, Jojama@aol.com,
Merikus@ix.netcom.com, SirCathay@aol.com, Swiftsilvr@aol.com,
Tyntigal@aol.com, Vahnia@aol.com, Rosesblush@aol.com,
Pottsce@fay.infi.net, Onestab@rmci.net

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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
cc: Amie@midwest.net, Dragonmlf@usa.pipeline.com, Ldyshiael@sisna.com,
Maruskk@usa.pipeline.com, Syra3@concentric.net, RangerBlue@aol.com,
WrynBlue@aol.com, BuzzVampyr@aol.com, DarbenGray@aol.com,
DragonTayI@aol.com, Goldendust@aol.com, Jojama@aol.com,
Merikus@ix.netcom.com, SirCathay@aol.com, Swiftsilvr@aol.com,
Tyntigal@aol.com, Vahnia@aol.com, Rosesblush@aol.com,
Pottsce@fay.infi.net, Onestab@rmci.net
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" <kingcats@crl.com>
Cc: Scathe@crl.com
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: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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:AngelSin@blkdragon.com">AngelSin@blkdragon.com</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
bios@blkdragon.com, 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
bios@blkdragon.com 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: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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 <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu>
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: gsi00811@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu
gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu
Galliard@FreedomNet.Com

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 <doochina@datatek.com>
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: dee@southwind.com (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 <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu>
Cc: BlackDragon <BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net>
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 <doochina@datatek.com>
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 <petal@earthlink.net>
Subject: Yellow Pages stuff

Lets see
Nick:petal or Menolly or Chryss/Crysalin
email: petal@earthlink.net (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: dee@southwind.com (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: dee@southwind.com
Date: 96/06/14
Time: 1:04:54 PM

This message was sent by Chameleon
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Date: Fri, 14 Jun 1996 12:40:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sylvia <petal@earthlink.net>
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 <palpatine@earthlink.net>
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:
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Date: Fri, 14 Jun 1996 16:20:08 -0400 (EDT)
From: ter837 <ter837@erols.com>
Subject: The return of Kiralyn's magic
Cc: Squirrl@ix.netcom.com

~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 <jimmie@io.com>
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

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Date: Fri, 14 Jun 1996 11:02:26 -0700
To: telstar@wired.com
From: telstar@wired.com (--Todd Lappin-->)
Subject: ANALYSIS: "Sweet Words of Freedom"
Sender: owner-cda-bulletin-list@hotwired.com

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

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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.

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Date: Fri, 14 Jun 1996 17:07:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: RangerBlue <rangerblue@earthlink.net>
Subject: For whom the Bell Tolls
Cc: amie@midwest.net, dragonmlf@usa.pipeline.com, Ldyshiael@tcbrr.com,
Maruskk@usa.pipeline.com, Syra3@concentric.net, RangerBlue@aol.com,
WrynBlue@aol.com, BuzzVampyr@aol.com, DarbenGray@aol.com,
DragonTayI@aol.com, Goldendust@aol.com, Jojama@aol.com,
Merikus@ix.netcom.com, SirCathay@aol.com, Swiftsilvr@aol.com,
Tyntigal@aol.com, Vahnia@aol.com, Rosesblush@aol.com,
Pottsce@fay.infi.net, Onestab@rmci.net, Lysira@aol.com,
Argonthir@aol.com

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: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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: bkdragon@iac.net (Black)
Subject: Re: Had a really bad night...

My personal address is..... BKDRAGON@iac.net

>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 <jdbush@primenet.com>
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..... BKDRAGON@iac.net
>
>
>
>
>
>
>>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! jdbush@primenet.com
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: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
cc: amie@midwest.net, dragonmlf@usa.pipeline.com, Ldyshiael@tcbrr.com,
Maruskk@usa.pipeline.com, Syra3@concentric.net, RangerBlue@aol.com,
WrynBlue@aol.com, BuzzVampyr@aol.com, DarbenGray@aol.com,
DragonTayI@aol.com, Goldendust@aol.com, Jojama@aol.com,
Merikus@ix.netcom.com, SirCathay@aol.com, Swiftsilvr@aol.com,
Tyntigal@aol.com, Vahnia@aol.com, Rosesblush@aol.com,
Pottsce@fay.infi.net, Onestab@rmci.net, Lysira@aol.com,
Argonthir@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: cullen@net-link.net (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 <petal@earthlink.net>
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 <catmac@flash.net>
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 <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
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: onestab@rmci.net (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 <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>
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 <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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 <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu>
Cc: BlackDragon <BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net>
Subject: PUN-isher's warning

On Sat, 15 Jun 1996 DeWitten@aol.com 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 <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.GaSoU.EDU>
Cc: BlackDragon <blackdragon@bnbcomp.net>
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: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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 AngelSin@blkdragon.com

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: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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: hortill@ix.netcom.com (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: raphtoni@iw.net (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 <doochina@datatek.com>
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 <doochina@datatek.com>
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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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 AngelSin@Blkdragon.com
> 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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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.

deanna3@airmail.net
deanna3@ix.netcom.com
cccl23c@prodigy.com
vrrr86c@prodigy.com
akane208@aol.com (i can't remember if it was 308 or 208)
kurin@aol.com (kurin was my moogle... I was on as her for the longest
time)
YuriChan@aol.com (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 <petal@earthlink.net>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: tkayer@dvsdghse.com
Subject: Re: The Murder of Horace the Dicebot (No Joke : )

BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net 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 <rangerblue@earthlink.net>
Subject: A Fleeting Moment
Cc: amie@midwest.net, dragonmlf@usa.pipeline.com, Ldyshiael@tcbrr.com,
Maruskk@usa.pipeline.com, Syra3@concentric.net, RangerBlue@aol.com,
WrynBlue@aol.com, BuzzVampyr@aol.com, DarbenGray@aol.com,
DragonTayI@aol.com, Goldendust@aol.com, Jojama@aol.com,
Merikus@ix.netcom.com, SirCathay@aol.com, Swiftsilvr@aol.com,
Tyntigal@aol.com, Vahnia@aol.com, Rosesblush@aol.com,
Pottsce@fay.infi.net, Onestab@rmci.net, Vettexx@aol.com,
Lysira@aol.com

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 <catmac@flash.net>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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" <ehudson1@ic3.ithaca.edu>
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 <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu>
Cc: BlackDragon <BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net>
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: raphtoni@iw.net (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 <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.GaSoU.EDU>
Cc: BlackDragon <BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net>
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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
X-Sender: hoag@suntan
cc: amie@midwest.net, dragonmlf@usa.pipeline.com, Ldyshiael@tcbrr.com,
Maruskk@usa.pipeline.com, Syra3@concentric.net, RangerBlue@aol.com,
WrynBlue@aol.com, BuzzVampyr@aol.com, DarbenGray@aol.com,
DragonTayI@aol.com, Goldendust@aol.com, Jojama@aol.com,
Merikus@ix.netcom.com, SirCathay@aol.com, Swiftsilvr@aol.com,
Tyntigal@aol.com, Vahnia@aol.com, Rosesblush@aol.com,
Pottsce@fay.infi.net, Onestab@rmci.net, Vettexx@aol.com,
Lysira@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <ter837@erols.com>
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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
Subject: Re: A Fleeting Moment

On Mon, 17 Jun 1996 DeWitten@aol.com 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 <doochina@datatek.com>
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 <catmac@flash.net>
Subject: Re: A Fleeting Moment

At 11:39 AM 6/17/96 -0400, you wrote:
>
>
>
>
>On Mon, 17 Jun 1996 DeWitten@aol.com 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: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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
AngelSin@blkdragon.com 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 <petal@earthlink.net>
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" <ehudson1@ic3.ithaca.edu>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <doochina@datatek.com>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: dee@southwind.com (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: dee@southwind.com (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: dee@southwind.com (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 dee@southwind.com :)

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 <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.GaSoU.EDU>
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:

gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu

gsi00811@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu

Galliard@FreedomNet.com

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 <palpatine@earthlink.net>
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 <palpatine@earthlink.net>
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 <palpatine@earthlink.net>
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 <kylus@soho.ios.com>
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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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!! |
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Date: Tue, 18 Jun 1996 16:13:19 -0400
From: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <rangerblue@earthlink.net>
Subject: Re: A Fleeting Moment
Cc: amie@midwest.net, dragonmlf@usa.pipeline.com, ldyshiael@pdx.sisna.com,
Maruskk@usa.pipeline.com, Syra3@concentric.net, dakoran@fuse.net,
norin@felix.teclink.net, samuri@ozemail.com.au, Soul@ix.netcom.com,
merri@easylink.com.Lysira@nwlink.com, bnaugh@access.net,
RangerBlue@aol.com, WrynBlue@aol.com, BuzzVampyr@aol.com,
DragonTayI@aol.com, Goldendust@aol.com, Jojama@aol.com,
merikus@ix.netcom.com, SirCathay@aol.com, Swiftsilvr@aol.com,
Tyntigal@aol.com, Vahnia@aol.com, Vettexx@aol.com, Rosesblush@aol.com,
Pottsce@fay.infi.net, Onestab@rmci.net

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: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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...\"" <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu>
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: onestab@rmci.net (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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>
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 <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>
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: aliastra@ap.net (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: hoosiers@cyberstreet.com (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 <Andie@bnbcomp.net>
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 <palpatine@earthlink.net>
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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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
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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: dee@southwind.com (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: dee@southwind.com
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 <kylus@soho.ios.com>
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 <kylus@soho.ios.com>
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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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: tkayer@dvsdghse.com
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 <rangerblue@earthlink.net>
Subject: Expedition delay
Cc: amie@midwest.net, dragonmlf@usa.pipeline.com, ldyshiael@pdx.sisna.com,
Maruskk@usa.pipeline.com, Syra3@concentric.net, dakoran@fuse.net,
norin@felix.teclink.net, samuri@ozemail.com.au, Soul@ix.netcom.com,
merri@easylink.com, Lysira@nwlink.com, bnaugh@access.net,
RangerBlue@aol.com, WrynBlue@aol.com, BuzzVampyr@aol.com,
DragonTayI@aol.com, Goldendust@aol.com, Jojama@aol.com,
merikus@ix.netcom.com, SirCathay@aol.com, Swiftsilvr@aol.com,
Tyntigal@aol.com, Vahnia@aol.com, Vettexx@aol.com, Rosesblush@aol.com,
Pottsce@fay.infi.net, Onestab@rmci.net

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" <ehudson1@ic3.ithaca.edu>
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...\"" <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu>
Cc: BlackDragon <BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net>
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...\"" <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu>
Cc: BlackDragon <BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net>
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 <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>
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 <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu>
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.

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*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:

gsi00811@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu

gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu

Galliard@FreedomNet.Com

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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <kyocera@ionet.net>
Subject: unsubscribe

unsubscribe

Date: Thu, 20 Jun 1996 14:40:41 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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 DeWitten@aol.com 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 <jdbush@primenet.com>
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 <kyocera@ionet.net>
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: onestab@rmci.net (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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: Re: unsubscribe

Um..you send email to Listserver@bnbcomp.net 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
>
>
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Date: Thu, 20 Jun 1996 13:03:41 -0700
From: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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 Listserver@bnbcomp.net NOT the mail server..but I'll
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Date: Thu, 20 Jun 1996 16:53:51 -0400
From: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: Re: EDITING

Dear Simon and all concerned..PLEASE Edit your posts!!!

thank you :)

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Date: Thu, 20 Jun 1996 22:42:04 -0400 (EDT)
From: Carl Prichard <cloend19@zeus.netset.com>
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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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 ----------

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"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 <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>
CC: DeWitten@aol.com
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: dee@southwind.com (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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>
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: xandur@rmci.net (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: hortill@ix.netcom.com (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: hortill@ix.netcom.com (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 <catmac@flash.net>
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: cullen@net-link.net (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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: onestab@rmci.net (OneStab)
Subject: Society and the @
Cc: ldyshiael@tcbrr.com, crzywolf@bit.net.au, soul@ix.netcom.com,
pottsce@foto.infi.net, dragonmlf@usa.pipeline.com, LadySariah@aol.com,
Syra3@cris.com, Blood.Tide@the-fix.sos.on.ca, Maruskk@usa.pipeline.com,
SilverDmon@aol.com, jean96@usa.pipeline.com, wrynblue@aol.com

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 <phantom@atomic.net>
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: cullen@net-link.net (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 <merikus@ix.netcom.com>
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 (~Campbell@dial-20.ilinks.net) has joined channel
#DragonMyst*inn
*** DaeSandro (~mdaemon@port27.hat.netdoor.com) has joined channel
#DragonMyst*inn
*** Zero` is now known as Dakkon`
*** Signoff: CedKnight (Read error: 0 (Error 0))
*** Morgiana (zwho@mod-ca3-17.ix.netcom.com) has joined channel
#dragonmyst*inn
*** Signon: onestab
*** Signoff: DavidTrot (Leaving)
*** DavidTrot (~Campbell@dial-20.ilinks.net) has joined channel
#Dragonmyst*Inn
*** DavidTrot is now known as LrdTroth
*** PottsCE (pottsce@pa1dsp14.fay.infi.net) 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 (soul@sjx-ca9-30.ix.netcom.com) 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: raphtoni@iw.net (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: cullen@net-link.net (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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <phantom@atomic.net>
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 <petal@earthlink.net>
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: tkayer@dvsdghse.com
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 <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>
Subject: Re: CalvinBall Role Play an explaination.

DeWitten@aol.com 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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: cullen@net-link.net (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: onestab@rmci.net (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 <stefanie@rt66.com>
Subject: Different name..same face

Hiyas...

Just FYI...my new address is stefanie@rt.66...PLEASE do not send any more
mail to amie@midwest.net......my 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 <stefanie@rt66.com>
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 <cloend19@zeus.netset.com>
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 <kerrinne@tiger.avana.net>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <kerrinne@tiger.avana.net>
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 <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <palpatine@earthlink.net>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <catmac@flash.net>
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 <rangerblue@earthlink.net>
Subject: Re: The 3d20 rule
Cc: Quickning <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>

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: cullen@net-link.net (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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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 <catmac@flash.net>
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 <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: cullen@net-link.net (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 <catmac@flash.net>
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 <catmac@flash.net>
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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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: DragonTayI@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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 <catmac@flash.net>
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: cullen@net-link.net (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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <catmac@flash.net>
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: cullen@net-link.net (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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <catmac@flash.net>
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 <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>
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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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 <catmac@flash.net>
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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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,
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AngelSin |
Queen of Arangoth |
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Date: Tue, 25 Jun 1996 13:06:37 -0500 (CDT)
From: arianeira <catmac@flash.net>
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 <ter837@erols.com>
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 <ter837@erols.com>
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 <rangerblue@earthlink.net>
Subject: Re: ANNOUNCING...
Cc: xandur@rmci.net, merikus@ix.netcom.com, dragonmlf@usa.pipeline.com,
Maruskk@usa.pipeline.com, Syra3@concentric.net,
Lysira@nwlink.com.bnaugh@panix.com, RangerBlue@aol.com,
WrynBlue@aol.com, BuzzVampyr@aol.com, DarbenGray@aol.com,
DragonTayI@aol.com, Goldendust@aol.com, Jojama@aol.com,
merikus@ix.netcom.com, SirCathay@aol.com, Swiftsilvr@aol.com,
Tyntigal@aol.com, Vahnia@aol.com, Vettexx@aol.com, Rosesblush@aol.com,
Pottsce@fay.infi.net, Onestab@rmci.net

:::"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: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: cullen@net-link.net (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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: xandur@rmci.net (Xandur)
Subject: NETWARS:
Cc: amie@midwest.net, merikus@ix.netcom.com, Maruskk@pipeline.com,
dragonmlf@usa.pipeline.com, ldyshiael@pdx.sisna.com, Syra3@cris.com,
pottsce@foto.infi.net, deanna3@airmail.net

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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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: cullen@net-link.net (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 <stefanie@rt66.com>
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 <stefanie@rt66.com>
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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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 <rooster@unm.edu>
cc: BlackDragon <BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>
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: onestab@rmci.net (OneStab)
Subject: Call to Arms
Cc: RangerBlue@aol.com, WrynBlue@aol.com, BuzzVampyr@aol.com,
DarbenGray@aol.com, DragonTayI@aol.com, Goldendust@aol.com,
Jojama@aol.com, Merikus@aol.com, SirCathay@aol.com, Swiftsilvr@aol.com,
Tyntigal@aol.com, Vettexx@aol.com, Vahnia@aol.com, @bnbcomp.net,
Rosesblush@aol.com, pottsce@fay.infi.net

((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: xandur@rmci.net (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 <merlin31@bihs.net>
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 <merlin31@bihs.net>
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 <catmac@flash.net>
Subject: In Time of Need

>Date: Wed, 26 Jun 1996 13:16:27
>To: Angelsin@blkragon.com
>From: arianeira <catmac@flash.net>
>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...\"" <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu>
Cc: BlackDragon <BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net>, RangerBlue@aol.com,
WrynBlue@aol.com, BuzzVampyr@aol.com, DarbenGray@aol.com,
DragonTayI@aol.com, Goldendust@aol.com, Jojama@aol.com,
Merikus@aol.com, SirCathay@aol.com, Swiftsilvr@aol.com,
Tyntigal@aol.com, Vettexx@aol.com, Vahnia@aol.com
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 <ter837@erols.com>
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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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...\"" <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu>
Cc: BlackDragon <BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net>
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 <kylus@soho.ios.com>
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 <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
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 <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
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: grcolby@tamu.edu (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
grcolby@tamu.edu

Date: Thu, 27 Jun 1996 07:43:14 -0700
From: hortill@ix.netcom.com (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 <catmac@flash.net>
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 <CMCCUB51@MAIL.CAPS.MAINE.EDU>
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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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." <monitor1@bright.net>
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." <monitor1@bright.net>
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." <monitor1@bright.net>
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." <monitor1@bright.net>
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 <palpatine@earthlink.net>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <palpatine@earthlink.net>
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 <palpatine@earthlink.net>
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 <palpatine@earthlink.net>
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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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 <palpatine@earthlink.net>
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 <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>
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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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 <jimmie@io.com>
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.

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From: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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: hortill@ix.netcom.com (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: hortill@ix.netcom.com (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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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: tkayer@dvsdghse.com
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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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 <phantom@atomic.net>
Subject: Myn's Attire
Cc: kaejo@camalott.com

((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: honer@cyberhighway.net
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

</pre>
''Editor's note: this image was attached as a Uuencoded GIF:''
[[File:AYLISSA.GIF]]
<pre>
____________________________________________________________________________
________

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 <ter837@erols.com>
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: cullen@net-link.net (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: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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 <kylus@soho.ios.com>
Subject: Attire...

>Date: Fri, 28 Jun 1996 21:11:26
>To: blkdragon@bnbcomp.net
>From: Kylus Dragonsbane <kylus@soho.ios.com>
>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 <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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: soul@ix.netcom.com (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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <petal@earthlink.net>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <merikus@ix.netcom.com>
CC: BlackDragon <BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net>, rangerblue@aol.com,
wrynblue@aol.com
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" <ehudson1@ic3.ithaca.edu>
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
ehudson1@ic3.ithaca.edu
hudson@ithaca.edu - 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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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 <catmac@flash.net>
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
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+ \\----//\\----//+
++++++++==+++++++++
[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: onestab@rmci.net (OneStab)
Subject: Arangoth Ambushed
Cc: RangerBlue@aol.com, WrynBlue@aol.com, BuzzVampyr@aol.com,
DarbenGray@aol.com, DragonTayI@aol.com, Goldendust@aol.com,
Jojama@aol.com, Merikus@aol.com, SirCathay@aol.com, Swiftsilvr@aol.com,
Tyntigal@aol.com, Vettexx@aol.com, Vahnia@aol.com, @bnbcomp.net,
Rosesblush@aol.com, pottsce@fay.infi.net

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: hortill@ix.netcom.com (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 <petal@earthlink.net>
Subject: Sun`zen Life

X-Sender: starcry@pop.mont.mindspring.com
Date: Sat, 29 Jun 1996 20:20:44 -0400
To: petal@earthlink.net
From: starcry@mindspring.com
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 <petal@earthlink.net>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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 <jimmie@io.com>
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."

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Date: Sun, 30 Jun 1996 19:55:52 -0500
From: cullen@net-link.net (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

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ADDITIONAL POSTINGS NOT SENT TO MAIN LIST
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Date: Fri, 14 Jun 1996 20:21:13 -0400
From: Lysira@aol.com
To: palpatine@earthlink.net
Subject: Fwd: Revelations (pt.2)

---------------------
Forwarded message:
Subj: Fwd: Revelations (pt.2)
Date: 96-06-14 20:12:48 EDT
From: Lysira
To: hydra@mns.com

read this first
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Forwarded message:
Subj: Fwd: Revelations (pt.2)
Date: 96-06-13 18:40:31 EDT
From: Lysira
To: maelwys@inwave.com
CC: simtrek@hooked.net,hydra@gnet.com
CC: eveholme@mistral.co.uk
CC: nstn1997@fox.nstn.ca
CC: wilsons@bright.net,StrmCrest
CC: howard@volcano.net,bkaln@kiva.net

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,hht6c@virginia.edu
To: Onestab@rmci.net,RosesBlush
To: Pottsce@fay.infi.net,WrynBlue
To: LadyMirl,Lysira
To: squirrl@ix.netcom.com
To: mokole-@hydra.mnsinc.com,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: Lysira@aol.com
To: palpatine@earthlink.net
Subject: Fwd: The Strike

---------------------
Forwarded message:
Subj: Fwd: The Strike
Date: 96-06-14 20:13:05 EDT
From: Lysira
To: hydra@mns.com

---------------------
Forwarded message:
Subj: The Strike
Date: 96-06-13 18:42:29 EDT
From: Lysira
To: maelwys@.inwave.com
CC: simtrek@hooked.net,hydra@gnet.com
CC: eveholme@mistral.co.uk
CC: nstn1997@fox.nstn.ca
CC: wilsons@bright.net,StrmCrest
CC: howard@volcano.net,bkaln@kiva.net

*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: Lysira@aol.com
To: hydra@mnsinc.com
cc: palpatine@earthlink.net
Subject: Fwd: The Strike

---------------------
Forwarded message:
Subj: Fwd: The Strike
Date: 96-06-14 20:19:12 EDT
From: Lysira
To: Hydra@mnsinc.com

---------------------
Forwarded message:
Subj: Fwd: The Strike
Date: 96-06-14 20:13:05 EDT
From: Lysira
To: hydra@mns.com

---------------------
Forwarded message:
Subj: The Strike
Date: 96-06-13 18:42:29 EDT
From: Lysira
To: maelwys@.inwave.com
CC: simtrek@hooked.net,hydra@gnet.com
CC: eveholme@mistral.co.uk
CC: nstn1997@fox.nstn.ca
CC: wilsons@bright.net,StrmCrest
CC: howard@volcano.net,bkaln@kiva.net

*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."

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JUNE 1996. Edited by Patrick Feaster, September 1999.
=====================================================================
To: Multiple recipients of list BlackDragon <BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net>

Date: Sat, 1 Jun 1996 00:38:03 -0400
From: Dave Crampton <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
Subject: The fate of Sig of Magnitude

>Date: Fri, 31 May 1996 00:09:38 -0400
>X-Sender: pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu
>To: crampto3@pilot.msu.edu, petal@earthlink.net, phantom@atomic.net,
> merlin31@bihs.net, deanna3@airmail.net
>From: Adam Pigeon <pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu>
>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!
>
> ===========================================================================
>
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> "|| ,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.
>
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> $$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
> $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$ """$$$
> "$$$""""$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ "$$$
> $$$ o$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ "$$$o
> o$$" $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$o
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> o$$$oooo$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ o$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
> $$$$$$$$"$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$""""""""
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> "$$$o """$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$"$$" $$$
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> "$$$$o o$$$$$$o"$$$$o o$$$$
> "$$$$$oo ""$$$$o$$$$$o o$$$$""
> ""$$$$$oooo "$$$o$$$$$$$$$"""
> ""$$$$$$$oo $$$$$$$$$$
> """"$$$$$$$$$$$
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> "$$$""""
>
>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! YAY!!!!
>
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> QR@Ko QR@@@to' `o@@@@@kkkk@@@@kk@@O' `@' `Q@o `Q@o
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> @Q@@o ,oK@@Q ,O@@@O,`O@O O@o ooo ooo,`O@@O',o@@@@@Q, O@@O o@@o o@o
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> @t@@o oK@@@o o@o o@o o@O O@o O@o O@o o@@o `@' o@@@@o o@@o o@o@@@@o
> @k@@O, oK@@@o o@o o@o o@O O@o o@@o o@o o@@o ,o@' @@o o@@o o@oo@@@o
> `Q@@@o oK@@@o o@o o@o o@O O@o o@o@oo@o o@@o ,o@O @@o o@@o ,O@o o@@o
> Ok@@@o or@@@@o o@o o@o o@O O@o o@oo@o@o o@@o O@oO ,@@o o@@o O@@o o@o
> ok@@@o.@@@@@@o o@o o@o o@O O@o ,O@o o@@o o@@o O@@@@oo@o o@@o Oooo oo
> ok@@@@o@@:k@@o o@@O@@o o@@o@@o O@@o o@o o@oo `OOOO OO `oo'
> ok@:@@@@: :@@o `O@@@O' O@@@@@O Oooo oo oo; ,oo,
> o@@::k@@: :k@o `OOO' `OoooO' Q##Q Been there,
> o@@: :k@: :@O, ,o####o, O#O ,Oo o##o done that,
> o@@: :@@: :k@O O#####o, ,o##o###o `o#oQ##.o##o doin' it
> o@@: :k@: :@o `:##O##O Q##o o##o o######o##o again
> o@@@. `:@@: :@o, Q#O O#O O##ooo#o' o###oo#:##o tomorrow!!
> O@@@: :@@: :@@o O#O O#O O##o##o ,o##o'o####o
> ,Q@@@: o@@o :@@O ,:##O##O Q###oooo ,o##o'_`o###o JUST DEW IT!
> .@@@@@@..@@@@.@@@@o o@#####o' `o#####o'ooooo'(R)`oooo
>
>Now on to another subject, those funky picture files. 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
>
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>
>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 <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
Subject: The Coming Storm Part 3 - Jhiaxus

>Date: Fri, 31 May 1996 00:10:01 -0400
>X-Sender: pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu
>To: crampto3@pilot.msu.edu
>From: Adam Pigeon <pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu>
>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 <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
Subject: Life and Deth chapter 4 - Robots Assassins and Babes, Oh My!

>Date: Fri, 31 May 1996 00:10:48 -0400
>X-Sender: pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu
>To: crampto3
>From: Adam Pigeon <pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu>
>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 <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
Subject: Life and Deth chapter 5 - Fever Dream

>Date: Fri, 31 May 1996 00:10:56 -0400
>X-Sender: pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu
>To: crampto3
>From: Adam Pigeon <pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu>
>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 <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
Subject: Life and Deth chapter 6 - All Fall Away

>Date: Fri, 31 May 1996 00:11:05 -0400
>X-Sender: pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu
>To: crampto3
>From: Adam Pigeon <pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu>
>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 <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
Subject: Preparations

>Date: Sat, 1 Jun 1996 00:07:09 -0400
>X-Sender: pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu
>To: crampto3
>From: Adam Pigeon <pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu>
>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 <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
Subject: Greetings from limbo, wish you were here

>Date: Sat, 1 Jun 1996 00:07:16 -0400
>X-Sender: pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu
>To: crampto3
>From: Adam Pigeon <pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu>
>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..
>
> /\ |-\ /\ |\ /|
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> / \ | / / \ | |
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>
>-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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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 <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
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 <doochina@datatek.com>
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 <AngelSin@bnbcomp.net>
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 <AngelSin@bnbcomp.net>
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 <petal@earthlink.net>
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: kb5uuo@ix.netcom.com (Timothy McKee )
Subject: Shadows

Darinmar stands aboard his ship,
SeaTalon.He.is.caught.in.kinda.of@ix.netcom.com

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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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: kb5uuo@ix.netcom.com (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" <CMCCUB51@mail.caps.maine.edu>
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 <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu>
Cc: BlackDragon <blackdragon@bnbcomp.net>
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" <kerrinne@ix.netcom.com>
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: xandur@rmci.net (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 <palpatine@earthlink.net>

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 <phantom@atomic.net>
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: kb5uuo@ix.netcom.com (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 <rangerblue@earthlink.net>
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 <rangerblue@earthlink.net>
Subject: Re: Prisoner
Cc: WrynBlue@aol.com

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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <catmac@flash.net>
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 <phantom@atomic.net>
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 <palpatine@earthlink.net>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: xandur@rmci.net (Xandur)
Subject: Re: Prisoner
Cc: RangerBlue@aol.com, WrynBlue@aol.com, BuzzVampyr@aol.com,
DarbenGray@aol.com, DragonTayI@aol.com, Goldendust@aol.com,
JEDIKGTRS@aol.com, Jojama@aol.com, Merikus@aol.com, SirCathay@aol.com,
Swiftsilvr@aol.com, Tyntigal@aol.com, Vettexx@aol.com,
hht6c@virginia.edu, @bnbcomp.net, rosesblush@aol.com

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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <dakoran@fuse.net>
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: kb5uuo@ix.netcom.com (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 <palpatine@earthlink.net>
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: kb5uuo@ix.netcom.com (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 <norin@felix.TECLink.Net>
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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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 <petal@earthlink.net>
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 petal@earthlink.net

this story was written in collaboration with Adam Pigeon
~lil ol' me

Date: Mon, 3 Jun 1996 01:17:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sylvia <petal@earthlink.net>
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 <petal@earthlink.net>
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 <petal@earthlink.net>
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 petal@earthlink.net

this story was written in collaboration with Adam Pigeon
~lil ol' me

Date: Mon, 3 Jun 1996 12:57:04 -0400
From: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <rangerblue@earthlink.net>
Subject: The time come
Cc: RangerBlue@aol.com, WrynBlue@aol.com, BuzzVampyr@aol.com,
DarbenGray@aol.com, DragonTayI@aol.com, Goldendust@aol.com,
JEDIKGTRS@aol.com, Jojama@aol.com, Merikus@aol.com, SirCathay@aol.com,
Swiftsilvr@aol.com, Tyntigal@aol.com, Vettexx@aol.com,
hht6c@virginia.edu, rosesblush@aol.com

::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, xandur@rmci.net
To: BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net, 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 <rangerblue@earthlink.net>
Subject: Prisoner's return
Cc: RangerBlue@aol.com, WrynBlue@aol.com, BuzzVampyr@aol.com,
DarbenGray@aol.com, DragonTayI@aol.com, Goldendust@aol.com,
JEDIKGTRS@aol.com, Jojama@aol.com, Merikus@aol.com, SirCathay@aol.com,
Swiftsilvr@aol.com, Tyntigal@aol.com, Vettexx@aol.com,
hht6c@virginia.edu, rosesblush@aol.com

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 <catmac@flash.net>
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 <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
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
crampto3@pilot.msu.edu 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: DeWitten@AOL.COM
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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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:

bios@blkdragon.com

Hopefully this will eliminate the problems I've had in the past.. Thanks!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Date: Tue, 4 Jun 1996 18:45:15 -0500
From: grcolby@tamu.edu (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: galliard@freedomnet.com
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 <petal@earthlink.net>
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: galliard@freedomnet.com
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: galliard@freedomnet.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <catmac@flash.net>
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 <mugcm@uxa.ecn.bgu.edu>
Subject: None

unsubscribe blackdragon*inn list
LadyLisha

Date: Tue, 4 Jun 1996 23:42:35 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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 <doochina@datatek.com>
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 <dakoran@fuse.net>
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 <catmac@flash.net>
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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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....
>
>
>
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Date: Wed, 05 Jun 1996 10:03:30 -0700
From: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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!!!!!!!!
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Queen of Arangoth |
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Date: Wed, 05 Jun 1996 10:08:58 -0700
From: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: UM

Is totally embarresd

um..that birthday msg was supposed to go to BKDRAGON@iac.net...I was not
thinking...PLEASE DON'T READ IT!!!

sighs
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Date: Wed, 5 Jun 1996 10:10:26 -0700
From: kordes@ix.netcom.com (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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
Subject: Re: Problem...

not to copy Angel or anything...but....huh?

RandoM

Date: Wed, 5 Jun 1996 13:25:38 -0400
From: DeWitten@aol.com
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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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 BKDRAGON@iac.net...I 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 <catmac@flash.net>
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: grcolby@tamu.edu (Gail R. Colby)
Subject: Re: UM

>
>
>Is totally embarresd
>
>um..that birthday msg was supposed to go to BKDRAGON@iac.net...I 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 <merlin31@bihs.net>
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 <catmac@flash.net>
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 <AngelSin@bnbcomp.net>
Subject: Re: None

Um..Lisha dear,

you need to send this to listserver@bnbcomp.net 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 <doochina@datatek.com>
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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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: cullen@net-link.net (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: onestab@rmci.net (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: onestab@rmci.net (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 BKDRAGON@iac.net...I was not
>thinking...PLEASE DON'T READ IT!!!
>
>
>sighs

Date: Wed, 05 Jun 1996 14:24:55 -0700
From: ea681016@luhsd.k12.ca.us (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 <AngelSin@bnbcomp.net>
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: bkdragon@iac.net (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: xandur@rmci.net (Xandur)
Subject: Criminals in our midst.
Cc: RangerBlue@aol.com, WrynBlue@aol.com, BuzzVampyr@aol.com,
DarbenGray@aol.com, DragonTayI@aol.com, Goldendust@aol.com,
JEDIKGTRS@aol.com, Jojama@aol.com, Merikus@aol.com, SirCathay@aol.com,
Swiftsilvr@aol.com, Tyntigal@aol.com, Vettexx@aol.com,
hht6c@virginia.edu, @bnbcomp.net, rosesblush@aol.com

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 <petal@earthlink.net>
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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: UNSUBSCRIBING- DO NOT REPLY TO THIS POST

To unsubscribe to this list send email to

listserver@bnbcomp.net

then in the BODY of the email msg put

unsubscribe BlackDragon

that's it..sorry to see you go

>>How do I unsubscribe?
>
>
>
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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 <rangerblue@earthlink.net>
Subject: Re: Criminals in our midst.
Cc: RangerBlue@aol.com, WrynBlue@aol.com, BuzzVampyr@aol.com,
DarbenGray@aol.com, DragonTayI@aol.com, Goldendust@aol.com,
JEDIKGTRS@aol.com, Jojama@aol.com, Merikus@aol.com, SirCathay@aol.com,
Swiftsilvr@aol.com, Tyntigal@aol.com, Vettexx@aol.com,
hht6c@virginia.edu, rosesblush@aol.com

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" <CMCCUB51@mail.caps.maine.edu>
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: xandur@rmci.net (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: aliastra@ap.net (Liandria Gaia Archrelar)
Subject: Re: UM

>Is totally embarresd
>
>um..that birthday msg was supposed to go to BKDRAGON@iac.net...I 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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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 <palpatine@earthlink.net>
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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
Subject: Re: UM

DeWitten@aol.com 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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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 <mechwarrior@novagate.com>
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 <mechwarrior@novagate.com>
Subject: Re: None

AngelSin wrote:
>
> Um..Lisha dear,
>
> you need to send this to listserver@bnbcomp.net 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 <phantom@atomic.net>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <catmac@flash.net>
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 <AngelSin@bnbcomp.net>
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
AngelSin@blkdragon.com 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 AngelSin@blkdragon.com

****************************************************************************
*********************
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
bios@blkdragon.com

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
AngelSin@blkdragon.com, 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 <palpatine@earthlink.net>
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 <palpatine@earthlink.net>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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 <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
Subject: Cursed Blessings chapter 1 - Rude Awakening

>Date: Fri, 7 Jun 1996 00:19:35 -0400
>X-Sender: pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu (Unverified)
>To: crampto3, deanna3@airmail.net
>From: Adam Pigeon <pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu>
>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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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 <merlin31@bihs.net>
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 <catmac@flash.net>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <petal@earthlink.net>
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: onestab@rmci.net (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: grcolby@tamu.edu (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: raphtoni@iw.net (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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
Subject: Re: UM

DeWitten@aol.com 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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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 <petal@earthlink.net>
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: aliastra@ap.net (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 <phantom@atomic.net>
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 <phantom@atomic.net>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <rangerblue@earthlink.net>
Subject: Re: Mena muns...I think...
Cc: WrynBlue@aol.com

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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <palpatine@earthlink.net>
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 <jimmie@io.com>
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...)---
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Date: Sat, 08 Jun 1996 10:16:42
From: AngelSin <AngelSin@bnbcomp.net>
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 <merlin31@bihs.net>
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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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: kb5uuo@ix.netcom.com (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: kb5uuo@ix.netcom.com (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 <petal@earthlink.net>
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: kb5uuo@ix.netcom.com (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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <AngelSin@bnbcomp.net>
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..
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AngelSin aka
Alysia Draconoris Muthoris Vostanoth
Queen of Arangoth
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Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 00:32:31 -0700
From: Crystal <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>
Subject: Re: TEST

I shall reply because you havint had enough replies

Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 00:41:48 -0700
From: Crystal <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>
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: ldyshiael@tcbrr.com (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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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
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Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 15:12:26 -0400
From: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <merikus@ix.netcom.com>
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: tkayer@dvsdghse.com
Subject: Re: TEST

I got it. :),

Kris

Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 15:32:15 -0400 (EDT)
From: Sylvia <petal@earthlink.net>
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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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..
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Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 12:57:52 -0700
From: kb5uuo@ix.netcom.com (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 <jimmie@io.com>
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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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..
>
>
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Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 14:08:15 -0700
From: hoosiers@cyberstreet.com (Michael K. Jones)
Subject: Re: TEST

I got it already!!!

Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 21:10:45
From: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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!
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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
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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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 <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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
>
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Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 18:18:39 -0400 (EDT)
From: RangerBlue <rangerblue@earthlink.net>
Subject: Fealty and Oaths
Cc: RangerBlue@aol.com, WrynBlue@aol.com, BuzzVampyr@aol.com,
DarbenGray@aol.com, DragonTayI@aol.com, Goldendust@aol.com,
JEDIKGTRS@aol.com, Jojama@aol.com, merikus@ix.netcom.com,
SirCathay@aol.com, Swiftsilvr@aol.com, Tyntigal@aol.com,
Vettexx@aol.com, hht6c@virginia.edu, rosesblush@aol.com,
Pottsce@fay.infi.net, Onestab@rmci.net

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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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,

>
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Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 17:48:26 -0500
From: norin@felix.TECLink.Net (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 <wilsons@bright.net>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <dakoran@fuse.net>
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
dakoran@fuse.net

Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 22:34:26 -0500
From: raphtoni@iw.net (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: hoosiers@cyberstreet.com (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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
Subject: Re: TEST

Working fine, Angel.

SimnFenix

Date: Mon, 10 Jun 1996 23:42:31 -0500
From: dee@southwind.com (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: dee@southwind.com (Mysha and Pendrake)
Subject: Here's our tale, yer sitting on yours! :)
Cc: bios@blkdragon.com

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: dee@southwind.com (Mysha and Pendrake)
Subject: Here's our tale...Part 2...Mysha :)
Cc: bios@blkdragon.com

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: dee@southwind.com (Mysha and Pendrake)
Subject: Here's our tale..Part 3..the last! :)
Cc: bios@blkdragon.com

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: leiajedi@ix.netcom.com (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: kb5uuo@ix.netcom.com (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: kb5uuo@ix.netcom.com (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 <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu>
Cc: BlackDragon <BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net>
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.

gsi00811@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu

gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu

Galliard@FreedomNet.com

Wolfie`s decision-reached mun

Date: Tue, 11 Jun 1996 15:43:06 -0700
From: hortill@ix.netcom.com (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: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <petal@earthlink.net>
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: hortill@ix.netcom.com (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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <doochina@datatek.com>
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 <merlin31@bihs.net>
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 <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu>
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.

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Questions, comments, snide remarks, flames, anything welcome at

gsi00811@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu, gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu, or

Galliard@FreedomNet.com

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 <merlin31@bihs.net>
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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: Thank you.

I was asked to put this in the right spot

>From gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.GaSoU.EDU Wed, 12 Jun 1996 09:35:42
>Date: Wed, 12 Jun 1996 11:52:44 -0400 (EDT)
>From: Brenlyn Shadows-in-the-Mist <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.GaSoU.EDU>
>To: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
>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
>
>gsi00811@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu
>
>gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu
>
>Galliard@FreedomNet.com
>
>
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AngelSin |
Queen of Arangoth |
@---}---}--------- |
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http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm |
Official Web Site for the #BLKDRAGON*Inn!! |
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Date: Wed, 12 Jun 1996 14:01:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: RangerBlue <rangerblue@earthlink.net>
Subject: Trying Times
Cc: amie@midwest.net, dragonmlf@usa.pipeline.com.ldyshiael@sisna.com (LdyMirl),
Maruskk@pipeline.com.Syra3@concentric.net, RangerBlue@aol.com,
WrynBlue@aol.com, BuzzVampyr@aol.com, DarbenGray@aol.com,
DragonTayI@aol.com, Goldendust@aol.com, Jojama@aol.com,
merikus@ix.netcom.com, SirCathay@aol.com, Swiftsilvr@aol.com,
Tyntigal@aol.com, Vettexx@aol.com, hht6c@virginia.edu,
rosesblush@aol.com, Pottsce@fay.infi.net, Onestab@rmci.net

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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: hortill@ix.netcom.com (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: hortill@ix.netcom.com (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: hortill@ix.netcom.com (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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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;)]
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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AngelSin |
Queen of Arangoth |
@---}---}--------- |
--------------------------------- |
http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm |
Official Web Site for the #BLKDRAGON*Inn!! |
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Date: Wed, 12 Jun 1996 20:35:06 -0600
From: onestab@rmci.net (OneStab)
Subject: Wargames in Arangoth
Cc: Lysira@halcyon.com

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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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;)]
> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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> 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" <ehudson1@ic3.ithaca.edu>
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
ehudson1@ic3.ithaca.edu
hudson@ithaca.edu - 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 <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu>
Cc: BlackDragon <BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net>
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 <petal@earthlink.net>
Subject: A Continuation of Kenokk and Trici's story

>Date: Wed, 12 Jun 1996 23:05:16 -0400
>X-Sender: pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu (Unverified)
>To: petal@earthlink.net
>From: Adam Pigeon <pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu>
>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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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: ea681016@luhsd.k12.ca.us (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 <jimmie@io.com>
Subject: Forward from Kirsy

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Don't look at the EMAIL address, Raven... It's me, Kirsy... Someone's
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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
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Date: Thu, 13 Jun 1996 23:49:17
From: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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 AngelSin@Blkdragon.com
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 <rangerblue@earthlink.net>
Subject: Re: Trying Times
Cc: Amie@midwest.net, Dragonmlf@usa.pipeline.com, Ldyshiael@sisna.com,
Maruskk@usa.pipeline.com, Syra3@concentric.net, RangerBlue@aol.com,
WrynBlue@aol.com, BuzzVampyr@aol.com, DarbenGray@aol.com,
DragonTayI@aol.com, Goldendust@aol.com, Jojama@aol.com,
Merikus@ix.netcom.com, SirCathay@aol.com, Swiftsilvr@aol.com,
Tyntigal@aol.com, Vahnia@aol.com, Rosesblush@aol.com,
Pottsce@fay.infi.net, Onestab@rmci.net

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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
cc: Amie@midwest.net, Dragonmlf@usa.pipeline.com, Ldyshiael@sisna.com,
Maruskk@usa.pipeline.com, Syra3@concentric.net, RangerBlue@aol.com,
WrynBlue@aol.com, BuzzVampyr@aol.com, DarbenGray@aol.com,
DragonTayI@aol.com, Goldendust@aol.com, Jojama@aol.com,
Merikus@ix.netcom.com, SirCathay@aol.com, Swiftsilvr@aol.com,
Tyntigal@aol.com, Vahnia@aol.com, Rosesblush@aol.com,
Pottsce@fay.infi.net, Onestab@rmci.net
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" <kingcats@crl.com>
Cc: Scathe@crl.com
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: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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:AngelSin@blkdragon.com">AngelSin@blkdragon.com</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
bios@blkdragon.com, 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
bios@blkdragon.com 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: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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 <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu>
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: gsi00811@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu
gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu
Galliard@FreedomNet.Com

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 <doochina@datatek.com>
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: dee@southwind.com (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 <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu>
Cc: BlackDragon <BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net>
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 <doochina@datatek.com>
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 <petal@earthlink.net>
Subject: Yellow Pages stuff

Lets see
Nick:petal or Menolly or Chryss/Crysalin
email: petal@earthlink.net (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: dee@southwind.com (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..:)

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Name: dee hughes
E-mail: dee@southwind.com
Date: 96/06/14
Time: 1:04:54 PM

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Date: Fri, 14 Jun 1996 12:40:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sylvia <petal@earthlink.net>
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 <palpatine@earthlink.net>
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 <ter837@erols.com>
Subject: The return of Kiralyn's magic
Cc: Squirrl@ix.netcom.com

~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 <jimmie@io.com>
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

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Date: Fri, 14 Jun 1996 11:02:26 -0700
To: telstar@wired.com
From: telstar@wired.com (--Todd Lappin-->)
Subject: ANALYSIS: "Sweet Words of Freedom"
Sender: owner-cda-bulletin-list@hotwired.com

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

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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. All rights reserved.

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Date: Fri, 14 Jun 1996 17:07:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: RangerBlue <rangerblue@earthlink.net>
Subject: For whom the Bell Tolls
Cc: amie@midwest.net, dragonmlf@usa.pipeline.com, Ldyshiael@tcbrr.com,
Maruskk@usa.pipeline.com, Syra3@concentric.net, RangerBlue@aol.com,
WrynBlue@aol.com, BuzzVampyr@aol.com, DarbenGray@aol.com,
DragonTayI@aol.com, Goldendust@aol.com, Jojama@aol.com,
Merikus@ix.netcom.com, SirCathay@aol.com, Swiftsilvr@aol.com,
Tyntigal@aol.com, Vahnia@aol.com, Rosesblush@aol.com,
Pottsce@fay.infi.net, Onestab@rmci.net, Lysira@aol.com,
Argonthir@aol.com

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: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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: bkdragon@iac.net (Black)
Subject: Re: Had a really bad night...

My personal address is..... BKDRAGON@iac.net

>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 <jdbush@primenet.com>
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..... BKDRAGON@iac.net
>
>
>
>
>
>
>>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! jdbush@primenet.com
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: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
cc: amie@midwest.net, dragonmlf@usa.pipeline.com, Ldyshiael@tcbrr.com,
Maruskk@usa.pipeline.com, Syra3@concentric.net, RangerBlue@aol.com,
WrynBlue@aol.com, BuzzVampyr@aol.com, DarbenGray@aol.com,
DragonTayI@aol.com, Goldendust@aol.com, Jojama@aol.com,
Merikus@ix.netcom.com, SirCathay@aol.com, Swiftsilvr@aol.com,
Tyntigal@aol.com, Vahnia@aol.com, Rosesblush@aol.com,
Pottsce@fay.infi.net, Onestab@rmci.net, Lysira@aol.com,
Argonthir@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: cullen@net-link.net (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 <petal@earthlink.net>
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 <catmac@flash.net>
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 <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
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: onestab@rmci.net (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 <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>
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 <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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 <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu>
Cc: BlackDragon <BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net>
Subject: PUN-isher's warning

On Sat, 15 Jun 1996 DeWitten@aol.com 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 <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.GaSoU.EDU>
Cc: BlackDragon <blackdragon@bnbcomp.net>
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: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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 AngelSin@blkdragon.com

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: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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: hortill@ix.netcom.com (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: raphtoni@iw.net (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 <doochina@datatek.com>
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 <doochina@datatek.com>
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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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 AngelSin@Blkdragon.com
> 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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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.

deanna3@airmail.net
deanna3@ix.netcom.com
cccl23c@prodigy.com
vrrr86c@prodigy.com
akane208@aol.com (i can't remember if it was 308 or 208)
kurin@aol.com (kurin was my moogle... I was on as her for the longest
time)
YuriChan@aol.com (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 <petal@earthlink.net>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: tkayer@dvsdghse.com
Subject: Re: The Murder of Horace the Dicebot (No Joke : )

BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net 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 <rangerblue@earthlink.net>
Subject: A Fleeting Moment
Cc: amie@midwest.net, dragonmlf@usa.pipeline.com, Ldyshiael@tcbrr.com,
Maruskk@usa.pipeline.com, Syra3@concentric.net, RangerBlue@aol.com,
WrynBlue@aol.com, BuzzVampyr@aol.com, DarbenGray@aol.com,
DragonTayI@aol.com, Goldendust@aol.com, Jojama@aol.com,
Merikus@ix.netcom.com, SirCathay@aol.com, Swiftsilvr@aol.com,
Tyntigal@aol.com, Vahnia@aol.com, Rosesblush@aol.com,
Pottsce@fay.infi.net, Onestab@rmci.net, Vettexx@aol.com,
Lysira@aol.com

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 <catmac@flash.net>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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" <ehudson1@ic3.ithaca.edu>
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 <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu>
Cc: BlackDragon <BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net>
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: raphtoni@iw.net (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 <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.GaSoU.EDU>
Cc: BlackDragon <BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net>
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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
X-Sender: hoag@suntan
cc: amie@midwest.net, dragonmlf@usa.pipeline.com, Ldyshiael@tcbrr.com,
Maruskk@usa.pipeline.com, Syra3@concentric.net, RangerBlue@aol.com,
WrynBlue@aol.com, BuzzVampyr@aol.com, DarbenGray@aol.com,
DragonTayI@aol.com, Goldendust@aol.com, Jojama@aol.com,
Merikus@ix.netcom.com, SirCathay@aol.com, Swiftsilvr@aol.com,
Tyntigal@aol.com, Vahnia@aol.com, Rosesblush@aol.com,
Pottsce@fay.infi.net, Onestab@rmci.net, Vettexx@aol.com,
Lysira@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <ter837@erols.com>
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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
Subject: Re: A Fleeting Moment

On Mon, 17 Jun 1996 DeWitten@aol.com 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 <doochina@datatek.com>
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 <catmac@flash.net>
Subject: Re: A Fleeting Moment

At 11:39 AM 6/17/96 -0400, you wrote:
>
>
>
>
>On Mon, 17 Jun 1996 DeWitten@aol.com 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: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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
AngelSin@blkdragon.com 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 <petal@earthlink.net>
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" <ehudson1@ic3.ithaca.edu>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <doochina@datatek.com>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: dee@southwind.com (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: dee@southwind.com (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: dee@southwind.com (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 dee@southwind.com :)

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 <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.GaSoU.EDU>
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:

gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu

gsi00811@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu

Galliard@FreedomNet.com

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 <palpatine@earthlink.net>
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 <palpatine@earthlink.net>
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 <palpatine@earthlink.net>
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 <kylus@soho.ios.com>
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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <rangerblue@earthlink.net>
Subject: Re: A Fleeting Moment
Cc: amie@midwest.net, dragonmlf@usa.pipeline.com, ldyshiael@pdx.sisna.com,
Maruskk@usa.pipeline.com, Syra3@concentric.net, dakoran@fuse.net,
norin@felix.teclink.net, samuri@ozemail.com.au, Soul@ix.netcom.com,
merri@easylink.com.Lysira@nwlink.com, bnaugh@access.net,
RangerBlue@aol.com, WrynBlue@aol.com, BuzzVampyr@aol.com,
DragonTayI@aol.com, Goldendust@aol.com, Jojama@aol.com,
merikus@ix.netcom.com, SirCathay@aol.com, Swiftsilvr@aol.com,
Tyntigal@aol.com, Vahnia@aol.com, Vettexx@aol.com, Rosesblush@aol.com,
Pottsce@fay.infi.net, Onestab@rmci.net

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: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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...\"" <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu>
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: onestab@rmci.net (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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>
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 <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>
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: aliastra@ap.net (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: hoosiers@cyberstreet.com (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 <Andie@bnbcomp.net>
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 <palpatine@earthlink.net>
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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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: dee@southwind.com (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: dee@southwind.com
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 <kylus@soho.ios.com>
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 <kylus@soho.ios.com>
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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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: tkayer@dvsdghse.com
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 <rangerblue@earthlink.net>
Subject: Expedition delay
Cc: amie@midwest.net, dragonmlf@usa.pipeline.com, ldyshiael@pdx.sisna.com,
Maruskk@usa.pipeline.com, Syra3@concentric.net, dakoran@fuse.net,
norin@felix.teclink.net, samuri@ozemail.com.au, Soul@ix.netcom.com,
merri@easylink.com, Lysira@nwlink.com, bnaugh@access.net,
RangerBlue@aol.com, WrynBlue@aol.com, BuzzVampyr@aol.com,
DragonTayI@aol.com, Goldendust@aol.com, Jojama@aol.com,
merikus@ix.netcom.com, SirCathay@aol.com, Swiftsilvr@aol.com,
Tyntigal@aol.com, Vahnia@aol.com, Vettexx@aol.com, Rosesblush@aol.com,
Pottsce@fay.infi.net, Onestab@rmci.net

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" <ehudson1@ic3.ithaca.edu>
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...\"" <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu>
Cc: BlackDragon <BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net>
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...\"" <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu>
Cc: BlackDragon <BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net>
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 <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>
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 <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu>
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:

gsi00811@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu

gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu

Galliard@FreedomNet.Com

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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <kyocera@ionet.net>
Subject: unsubscribe

unsubscribe

Date: Thu, 20 Jun 1996 14:40:41 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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 DeWitten@aol.com 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 <jdbush@primenet.com>
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 <kyocera@ionet.net>
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: onestab@rmci.net (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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: Re: unsubscribe

Um..you send email to Listserver@bnbcomp.net 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
>
>
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Date: Thu, 20 Jun 1996 13:03:41 -0700
From: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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 Listserver@bnbcomp.net NOT the mail server..but I'll
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Queen of Arangoth |
@---}---}--------- |
--------------------------------- |
http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm |
Official Web Site for the #BLKDRAGON*Inn!! |
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Date: Thu, 20 Jun 1996 16:53:51 -0400
From: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: Re: EDITING

Dear Simon and all concerned..PLEASE Edit your posts!!!

thank you :)

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Date: Thu, 20 Jun 1996 22:42:04 -0400 (EDT)
From: Carl Prichard <cloend19@zeus.netset.com>
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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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 <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>
CC: DeWitten@aol.com
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: dee@southwind.com (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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>
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: xandur@rmci.net (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: hortill@ix.netcom.com (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: hortill@ix.netcom.com (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 <catmac@flash.net>
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: cullen@net-link.net (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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: onestab@rmci.net (OneStab)
Subject: Society and the @
Cc: ldyshiael@tcbrr.com, crzywolf@bit.net.au, soul@ix.netcom.com,
pottsce@foto.infi.net, dragonmlf@usa.pipeline.com, LadySariah@aol.com,
Syra3@cris.com, Blood.Tide@the-fix.sos.on.ca, Maruskk@usa.pipeline.com,
SilverDmon@aol.com, jean96@usa.pipeline.com, wrynblue@aol.com

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 <phantom@atomic.net>
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: cullen@net-link.net (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 <merikus@ix.netcom.com>
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 (~Campbell@dial-20.ilinks.net) has joined channel
#DragonMyst*inn
*** DaeSandro (~mdaemon@port27.hat.netdoor.com) has joined channel
#DragonMyst*inn
*** Zero` is now known as Dakkon`
*** Signoff: CedKnight (Read error: 0 (Error 0))
*** Morgiana (zwho@mod-ca3-17.ix.netcom.com) has joined channel
#dragonmyst*inn
*** Signon: onestab
*** Signoff: DavidTrot (Leaving)
*** DavidTrot (~Campbell@dial-20.ilinks.net) has joined channel
#Dragonmyst*Inn
*** DavidTrot is now known as LrdTroth
*** PottsCE (pottsce@pa1dsp14.fay.infi.net) 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 (soul@sjx-ca9-30.ix.netcom.com) 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: raphtoni@iw.net (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: cullen@net-link.net (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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <phantom@atomic.net>
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 <petal@earthlink.net>
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: tkayer@dvsdghse.com
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 <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>
Subject: Re: CalvinBall Role Play an explaination.

DeWitten@aol.com 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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: cullen@net-link.net (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: onestab@rmci.net (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 <stefanie@rt66.com>
Subject: Different name..same face

Hiyas...

Just FYI...my new address is stefanie@rt.66...PLEASE do not send any more
mail to amie@midwest.net......my 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 <stefanie@rt66.com>
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 <cloend19@zeus.netset.com>
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 <kerrinne@tiger.avana.net>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <kerrinne@tiger.avana.net>
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 <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <palpatine@earthlink.net>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <catmac@flash.net>
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 <rangerblue@earthlink.net>
Subject: Re: The 3d20 rule
Cc: Quickning <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>

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: cullen@net-link.net (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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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 <catmac@flash.net>
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 <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: cullen@net-link.net (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 <catmac@flash.net>
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 <catmac@flash.net>
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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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: DragonTayI@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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 <catmac@flash.net>
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: cullen@net-link.net (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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <catmac@flash.net>
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: cullen@net-link.net (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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <catmac@flash.net>
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 <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>
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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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 |
@---}---}--------- |
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http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm |
Official Web Site for the #BLKDRAGON*Inn!! |
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Date: Tue, 25 Jun 1996 12:45:05 -0500
From: Kirsten Miller <deanna3@airmail.net>
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 <catmac@flash.net>
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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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 <catmac@flash.net>
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 <ter837@erols.com>
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 <ter837@erols.com>
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 <rangerblue@earthlink.net>
Subject: Re: ANNOUNCING...
Cc: xandur@rmci.net, merikus@ix.netcom.com, dragonmlf@usa.pipeline.com,
Maruskk@usa.pipeline.com, Syra3@concentric.net,
Lysira@nwlink.com.bnaugh@panix.com, RangerBlue@aol.com,
WrynBlue@aol.com, BuzzVampyr@aol.com, DarbenGray@aol.com,
DragonTayI@aol.com, Goldendust@aol.com, Jojama@aol.com,
merikus@ix.netcom.com, SirCathay@aol.com, Swiftsilvr@aol.com,
Tyntigal@aol.com, Vahnia@aol.com, Vettexx@aol.com, Rosesblush@aol.com,
Pottsce@fay.infi.net, Onestab@rmci.net

:::"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: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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!! |
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Date: Tue, 25 Jun 1996 17:50:17 -0400
From: DeWitten@aol.com
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: cullen@net-link.net (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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: xandur@rmci.net (Xandur)
Subject: NETWARS:
Cc: amie@midwest.net, merikus@ix.netcom.com, Maruskk@pipeline.com,
dragonmlf@usa.pipeline.com, ldyshiael@pdx.sisna.com, Syra3@cris.com,
pottsce@foto.infi.net, deanna3@airmail.net

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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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: cullen@net-link.net (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 <stefanie@rt66.com>
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 <stefanie@rt66.com>
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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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 <rooster@unm.edu>
cc: BlackDragon <BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>
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: onestab@rmci.net (OneStab)
Subject: Call to Arms
Cc: RangerBlue@aol.com, WrynBlue@aol.com, BuzzVampyr@aol.com,
DarbenGray@aol.com, DragonTayI@aol.com, Goldendust@aol.com,
Jojama@aol.com, Merikus@aol.com, SirCathay@aol.com, Swiftsilvr@aol.com,
Tyntigal@aol.com, Vettexx@aol.com, Vahnia@aol.com, @bnbcomp.net,
Rosesblush@aol.com, pottsce@fay.infi.net

((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: xandur@rmci.net (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 <merlin31@bihs.net>
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 <merlin31@bihs.net>
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 <catmac@flash.net>
Subject: In Time of Need

>Date: Wed, 26 Jun 1996 13:16:27
>To: Angelsin@blkragon.com
>From: arianeira <catmac@flash.net>
>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...\"" <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu>
Cc: BlackDragon <BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net>, RangerBlue@aol.com,
WrynBlue@aol.com, BuzzVampyr@aol.com, DarbenGray@aol.com,
DragonTayI@aol.com, Goldendust@aol.com, Jojama@aol.com,
Merikus@aol.com, SirCathay@aol.com, Swiftsilvr@aol.com,
Tyntigal@aol.com, Vettexx@aol.com, Vahnia@aol.com
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 <ter837@erols.com>
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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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...\"" <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu>
Cc: BlackDragon <BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net>
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 <kylus@soho.ios.com>
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 <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
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 <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
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: grcolby@tamu.edu (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
grcolby@tamu.edu

Date: Thu, 27 Jun 1996 07:43:14 -0700
From: hortill@ix.netcom.com (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 <catmac@flash.net>
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 <CMCCUB51@MAIL.CAPS.MAINE.EDU>
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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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 <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
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::
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AngelSin |
Queen of Arangoth |
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Date: Thu, 27 Jun 1996 23:36:49
From: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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
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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." <monitor1@bright.net>
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." <monitor1@bright.net>
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." <monitor1@bright.net>
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." <monitor1@bright.net>
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 <palpatine@earthlink.net>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <palpatine@earthlink.net>
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 <palpatine@earthlink.net>
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 <palpatine@earthlink.net>
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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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 <palpatine@earthlink.net>
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 <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>
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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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 <jimmie@io.com>
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.

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From: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Date: Fri, 28 Jun 1996 07:52:39 -0700
From: hortill@ix.netcom.com (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: hortill@ix.netcom.com (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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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: tkayer@dvsdghse.com
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 <deanna3@airmail.net>
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 <phantom@atomic.net>
Subject: Myn's Attire
Cc: kaejo@camalott.com

((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: honer@cyberhighway.net
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

</pre>
''Editor's note: this image was attached as a Uuencoded GIF:''
[[File:ALYSSA.GIF]]
<pre>
____________________________________________________________________________
________

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 <ter837@erols.com>
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: cullen@net-link.net (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: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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 <kylus@soho.ios.com>
Subject: Attire...

>Date: Fri, 28 Jun 1996 21:11:26
>To: blkdragon@bnbcomp.net
>From: Kylus Dragonsbane <kylus@soho.ios.com>
>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 <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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: soul@ix.netcom.com (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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <petal@earthlink.net>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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 <merikus@ix.netcom.com>
CC: BlackDragon <BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net>, rangerblue@aol.com,
wrynblue@aol.com
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" <ehudson1@ic3.ithaca.edu>
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
ehudson1@ic3.ithaca.edu
hudson@ithaca.edu - 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)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
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 <catmac@flash.net>
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: onestab@rmci.net (OneStab)
Subject: Arangoth Ambushed
Cc: RangerBlue@aol.com, WrynBlue@aol.com, BuzzVampyr@aol.com,
DarbenGray@aol.com, DragonTayI@aol.com, Goldendust@aol.com,
Jojama@aol.com, Merikus@aol.com, SirCathay@aol.com, Swiftsilvr@aol.com,
Tyntigal@aol.com, Vettexx@aol.com, Vahnia@aol.com, @bnbcomp.net,
Rosesblush@aol.com, pottsce@fay.infi.net

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: hortill@ix.netcom.com (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 <petal@earthlink.net>
Subject: Sun`zen Life

X-Sender: starcry@pop.mont.mindspring.com
Date: Sat, 29 Jun 1996 20:20:44 -0400
To: petal@earthlink.net
From: starcry@mindspring.com
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 <petal@earthlink.net>
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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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: DeWitten@aol.com
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: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (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 <jimmie@io.com>
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."

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Date: Sun, 30 Jun 1996 19:55:52 -0500
From: cullen@net-link.net (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

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Date: Fri, 14 Jun 1996 20:21:13 -0400
From: Lysira@aol.com
To: palpatine@earthlink.net
Subject: Fwd: Revelations (pt.2)

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Subj: Fwd: Revelations (pt.2)
Date: 96-06-14 20:12:48 EDT
From: Lysira
To: hydra@mns.com

read this first
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Subj: Fwd: Revelations (pt.2)
Date: 96-06-13 18:40:31 EDT
From: Lysira
To: maelwys@inwave.com
CC: simtrek@hooked.net,hydra@gnet.com
CC: eveholme@mistral.co.uk
CC: nstn1997@fox.nstn.ca
CC: wilsons@bright.net,StrmCrest
CC: howard@volcano.net,bkaln@kiva.net

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.
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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,hht6c@virginia.edu
To: Onestab@rmci.net,RosesBlush
To: Pottsce@fay.infi.net,WrynBlue
To: LadyMirl,Lysira
To: squirrl@ix.netcom.com
To: mokole-@hydra.mnsinc.com,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: Lysira@aol.com
To: palpatine@earthlink.net
Subject: Fwd: The Strike

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Subj: Fwd: The Strike
Date: 96-06-14 20:13:05 EDT
From: Lysira
To: hydra@mns.com

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Subj: The Strike
Date: 96-06-13 18:42:29 EDT
From: Lysira
To: maelwys@.inwave.com
CC: simtrek@hooked.net,hydra@gnet.com
CC: eveholme@mistral.co.uk
CC: nstn1997@fox.nstn.ca
CC: wilsons@bright.net,StrmCrest
CC: howard@volcano.net,bkaln@kiva.net

*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: Lysira@aol.com
To: hydra@mnsinc.com
cc: palpatine@earthlink.net
Subject: Fwd: The Strike

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Subj: Fwd: The Strike
Date: 96-06-14 20:19:12 EDT
From: Lysira
To: Hydra@mnsinc.com

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Forwarded message:
Subj: Fwd: The Strike
Date: 96-06-14 20:13:05 EDT
From: Lysira
To: hydra@mns.com

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Forwarded message:
Subj: The Strike
Date: 96-06-13 18:42:29 EDT
From: Lysira
To: maelwys@.inwave.com
CC: simtrek@hooked.net,hydra@gnet.com
CC: eveholme@mistral.co.uk
CC: nstn1997@fox.nstn.ca
CC: wilsons@bright.net,StrmCrest
CC: howard@volcano.net,bkaln@kiva.net

*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."

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