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Officials

2014-08-18T01:29:20Z

Suzthulhu: /* Arms-Sergeant/Spell-Sergeant */

Your criminal mastermind '''LordBadass''' has just committed an act of vandalism in the main channel to impress '''Princess_Starmoon''', and he's being approached by '''White_Knight123''' with demands to lower his weapon. What do you do? Is this White Knight guy for real? Does he represent the ''In-Character'' authority that has the right to challenge him on his criminal misdeeds? Well, wonder no more! Below is a handy list of crown officials, detailing exactly who has the right to wield the blades of justice. From government paper-pushers to law enforcement, this page has it all!

Keep in mind that almost all of these officials are actual characters, and should not be represented or played without the consent of the owner.

=The Government=

==Sithire==

[[Marcion ul-Fenduth Tagran Aldenbar|Vorfon Marcion ul-Fenduth Tagran Aldenbar]]

===[[Privy Council]]===

[[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)'' -

=Law Enforcement=

==The Lord Chancellor of Arangoth==

Lord Chancellor ''(Vorfon Gostnairod)'' - [[Julius ul-Arduin Malbraxa]]

===[[Magistrates of the Crown]]===

The Honorable [[Abraxas ul-Bralk Caros]] 
The Honorable [[Yisuujah M'Awliat]] 

==[[Royal Guard]] Roster==

===Captain of the Guard===

[[Lucius von Stahl]]

===Arms-Commander/Spell-Commander===

Currently Unmanned (Main Guardhouse) 
[[Zesstra Riknueth]] (Wharf Garrison)

===Arms-Lieutenant/Spell-Lieutenant===

[[LayTrayin Chasingfire]] 
Garlthik 
Kirin Arnise 
Marqhen Alajin 
[[Idelle Sarault]] 

===Arms-Sergeant/Spell-Sergeant===
Merrax ul-Oryan Ratholta 
Peony Heatherdown

===Arms-Corporal/Spell-Corporal===

Narin Declan (Canine-Handler) 

===Armsman/Spellcaster===

===Arms-Recruit/Spell-Recruit===

===Administrative Duty Roster===

'''COMMANDERS:''' 

'''LIEUTENANTS:''' 

'''SERGEANTS:''' 

'''CORPORALS:''' 

'''NON-OFFICERS:''' 

[[Category: Arangoth]] [[Category: Crown Officials]] [[Category: Drache]] [[Category: Government]]

Officials

2014-08-18T01:28:32Z

Suzthulhu: /* Arms-Sergeant/Spell-Sergeant */

Your criminal mastermind '''LordBadass''' has just committed an act of vandalism in the main channel to impress '''Princess_Starmoon''', and he's being approached by '''White_Knight123''' with demands to lower his weapon. What do you do? Is this White Knight guy for real? Does he represent the ''In-Character'' authority that has the right to challenge him on his criminal misdeeds? Well, wonder no more! Below is a handy list of crown officials, detailing exactly who has the right to wield the blades of justice. From government paper-pushers to law enforcement, this page has it all!

Keep in mind that almost all of these officials are actual characters, and should not be represented or played without the consent of the owner.

=The Government=

==Sithire==

[[Marcion ul-Fenduth Tagran Aldenbar|Vorfon Marcion ul-Fenduth Tagran Aldenbar]]

===[[Privy Council]]===

[[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)'' -

=Law Enforcement=

==The Lord Chancellor of Arangoth==

Lord Chancellor ''(Vorfon Gostnairod)'' - [[Julius ul-Arduin Malbraxa]]

===[[Magistrates of the Crown]]===

The Honorable [[Abraxas ul-Bralk Caros]] 
The Honorable [[Yisuujah M'Awliat]] 

==[[Royal Guard]] Roster==

===Captain of the Guard===

[[Lucius von Stahl]]

===Arms-Commander/Spell-Commander===

Currently Unmanned (Main Guardhouse) 
[[Zesstra Riknueth]] (Wharf Garrison)

===Arms-Lieutenant/Spell-Lieutenant===

[[LayTrayin Chasingfire]] 
Garlthik 
Kirin Arnise 
Marqhen Alajin 
[[Idelle Sarault]] 

===Arms-Sergeant/Spell-Sergeant===
Merrax ul-Oryan Ratholta
Peony Heatherdown

===Arms-Corporal/Spell-Corporal===

Narin Declan (Canine-Handler) 

===Armsman/Spellcaster===

===Arms-Recruit/Spell-Recruit===

===Administrative Duty Roster===

'''COMMANDERS:''' 

'''LIEUTENANTS:''' 

'''SERGEANTS:''' 

'''CORPORALS:''' 

'''NON-OFFICERS:''' 

[[Category: Arangoth]] [[Category: Crown Officials]] [[Category: Drache]] [[Category: Government]]

Drumrodhel

2014-04-28T18:03:56Z

Suzthulhu: /* Characteristics */

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| image = Drumrodhel.jpg
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| found_in = [[Arangoth]], [[Elvendeep]], [[Elgar Forest|Elgaria]]
| type = Migratory Tree
| features = Greyish bark with very large root system and deep green leaves
| size = Massive
| uses =

}}

=Etymology=

Drumrodhel trees are named phonetically for the drumming sound they make when migrating.

=Characteristics=

Drumrodhel trees migrate twice yearly, in the Spring and Fall, unearthing their roots and using them to propel themselves along the ground. They make a low, rumbling, drumming sound as they move.

Unknowing peoples have tried building homes in these massive trees, only to become very startled when the tree gets up and starts walking away!

=Growth Cycle=

These trees grow rapidly, from seedling to mighty tree in a matter of 50 years or so. The leaves are dark green and shiny, shaped like spades, and turn a brilliant purple color in the fall before dropping in piles to the ground.

=Regional Information=

The tree is believed to have originated within [[Elgar Forest]] and made its way to [[Arangoth]] and [[Elvendeep]]. They typically migrate between these regions yearly.

 

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Drumrodhel

2014-04-28T18:01:32Z

Suzthulhu: /* Regional Information */

{{Infobox Herbiary
| common_name = Drumrodhel
| image = Drumrodhel.jpg
| alt =
| caption =

| other_names =
| found_in = [[Arangoth]], [[Elvendeep]], [[Elgar Forest|Elgaria]]
| type = Migratory Tree
| features = Greyish bark with very large root system and deep green leaves
| size = Massive
| uses =

}}

=Etymology=

Drumrodhel trees are named phonetically for the drumming sound they make when migrating.

=Characteristics=

Drumrodhel trees migrate twice yearly, in the Spring and Fall, unearthing their roots and using them to propel themselves along the ground. They make a low, rumbling, drumming sound as they move.

=Growth Cycle=

These trees grow rapidly, from seedling to mighty tree in a matter of 50 years or so. The leaves are dark green and shiny, shaped like spades, and turn a brilliant purple color in the fall before dropping in piles to the ground.

=Regional Information=

The tree is believed to have originated within [[Elgar Forest]] and made its way to [[Arangoth]] and [[Elvendeep]]. They typically migrate between these regions yearly.

 

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Drumrodhel

2014-04-28T18:00:25Z

Suzthulhu:

{{Infobox Herbiary
| common_name = Drumrodhel
| image = Drumrodhel.jpg
| alt =
| caption =

| other_names =
| found_in = [[Arangoth]], [[Elvendeep]], [[Elgar Forest|Elgaria]]
| type = Migratory Tree
| features = Greyish bark with very large root system and deep green leaves
| size = Massive
| uses =

}}

=Etymology=

Drumrodhel trees are named phonetically for the drumming sound they make when migrating.

=Characteristics=

Drumrodhel trees migrate twice yearly, in the Spring and Fall, unearthing their roots and using them to propel themselves along the ground. They make a low, rumbling, drumming sound as they move.

=Growth Cycle=

These trees grow rapidly, from seedling to mighty tree in a matter of 50 years or so. The leaves are dark green and shiny, shaped like spades, and turn a brilliant purple color in the fall before dropping in piles to the ground.

=Regional Information=

The tree is believed to have originated within [[Elgar Forest]] and made its way to [[Arangoth]] amd [[E;vendeep]]. They typically migrate between these regions yearly.

 

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File:Drumrodhel.jpg

2014-04-28T18:00:02Z

Suzthulhu:

Drumrodhel

2014-04-28T17:59:33Z

Suzthulhu:

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| image =
| alt =
| caption =

| other_names =
| found_in = [[Arangoth]], [[Elvendeep]], [[Elgar Forest|Elgaria]]
| type = Migratory Tree
| features = Greyish bark with very large root system and deep green leaves
| size = Massive
| uses =

}}

=Etymology=

Drumrodhel trees are named phonetically for the drumming sound they make when migrating.

=Characteristics=

Drumrodhel trees migrate twice yearly, in the Spring and Fall, unearthing their roots and using them to propel themselves along the ground. They make a low, rumbling, drumming sound as they move.

=Growth Cycle=

These trees grow rapidly, from seedling to mighty tree in a matter of 50 years or so. The leaves are dark green and shiny, shaped like spades, and turn a brilliant purple color in the fall before dropping in piles to the ground.

=Regional Information=

The tree is believed to have originated within [[Elgar Forest]] and made its way to [[Arangoth]] amd [[E;vendeep]]. They typically migrate between these regions yearly.

 

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Drumrodhel

2014-04-28T17:58:39Z

Suzthulhu: Created page with "{{Infobox Herbiary | common_name = Drumrodhel | image = | alt = | caption = | other_names = | found_in = Arangoth, ..."

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| common_name = Drumrodhel
| image =
| alt =
| caption =

| other_names =
| found_in = [[Arangoth]], [[Elvendeep]], [[Elgar Forest|Elgaria]]
| type = Migratory Tree
| features = Greyish bark with very large root system and deep green leaves
| size = Massive
| uses =

}}

=Etymology=

Drumrodhel trees are named phonetically for the drumming sound they make when migrating.

=Characteristics=

Drumrodhel trees migrate twice yearly, in the Spring and Fall, unearthing their roots and using them to propel themselves along the ground. They make a low, rumbling, drumming sound as they move.

=Growth Cycle=

These trees grow rapidly, from seedling to mighty tree in a matter of 50 years or so. The leaves are dark green and shiny, shaped like spades, and turn a brilliant purple color in the fall before dropping in piles to the ground.

=Regional Information=

The tree is believed to have originated within [[Elgar Forest]] and made its way to [[Arangoth]]. They typically migrate between the two regions yearly.
 

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Lachlan Brewer

2013-08-27T00:28:14Z

Suzthulhu:

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=Character Background=

Lachlan Brewer was born of a female [[Humans|human]] and a male [[Elves#High Elves|High Elf]]. When the two wed, her father took his wife Anna's name to be closer to her. Lachlan's mother was from a family of brewers, and when she married Lachlan's father, he assumed the business after her parents died.

Having hoped for a boy, Lachlan's father gave her a boy's name, but this never bothered Lachlan. When she came of age, Lachlan's father found that his daughter had inherited elven magic; there had never been magic on Anna's side. With the finances provided by a successful brewery, Lachlan was able to go to a school of magic to better perfect the art.

Lachlan's family are devout followers of [[Lathander]], and Lachlan took to the religion as well, going to the temple daily to strengthen her devotion to the god. Between school and her religion, Lachlan didn't have much time for socializing. She mainly kept to her books, spells, and prayers.

She lives by the dogma of Lathander: to plant the seed of hope and new beginnings, and to live each moment for the betterment of the whole. She awakens each day to watch the sunrise and greet Lathander with a prayer. Many have said she should have been a Cleric or Priestess of Lathander, rather than a master of the arcane. In response, she would always smile and shake her head, claiming, "If I were meant to serve Lathander in that way, He would not have given me the arcane touch." That seemed to placate those that would claim her divine right. She began adventuring in order to right wrongs and destroy the undead and demons everywhere. She wishes to fulfill the will of Lathander as He would deem it so.

=Physical Description=

To keep her hair slicked back, she uses bear grease carried in a small waterproof sack. She is careful to keep her hair short. Lachlan has fiery hair that reflects her passion to do right in the world. Her eyes are a burnished gold, and her complexion is fair, save for many freckles. She is 36 years old, but appears to be around 20 or 21, a boon of her mixed heritage. She stands at 5'6" and weighs 125 pounds.

=Talents, Skills, Quirks=

Though a practitioner of arcane magic, she does know very limited healing magics, but only enough to heal very minor wounds. Anything beyond a shallow gash would require expert attention.

She first tries to use speech to calm her enemies, but if that fails, Lachlan will resort to the spells she knows.

=Other Information=

Lachlan has no siblings. Her mother was told she would likely die if she attempted to bear more children.

She abhors the undead and finds them, and demons, unfit to roam the earth, making it a point to destroy all she sees. Her staff was a gift from the priest of her home's temple, and she prefers blunt weapons to slashing and piercing. Her weapon of choice, aside from her jeweled staff which seconds as a holy symbol, is a light mace.

Originally created and played by Kel.

[[Category: Legends]]

Quill Stygian

2013-08-27T00:27:32Z

Suzthulhu:

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=Character Background=

Quill was born Sealna [see-AHL-nuh], though no one knows it. Everyone in the [[BlkDragon Inn]] knows her as Quill. When she first came to the BlkDragon, she was just a naive scribe, human to the eye, and always running into things. Shortly after her arrival, Quill received a job that would change her life: she was to transcribe a Tome dedicated to the evil god [[Menxruk]] for [[Kylus Dragonsbane]]. Professor [[Caius Stygian]] was also in on the little endeavor.

She soon came to find out that the priests that tried to read it--or anyone else with a good-aligned faith--would bleed from their eyes. If they heard the words, they would bleed from their ears. This did not discourage the scribe from working on it; she had to make a living, after all. She ended up making a mistake in the first Tome, and supposedly scrapped it; however, rumor has it that she still has it in her possession.

When writing it over, Quill started to breathe the words. They were becoming her very life, and she was slowly becoming evil. This was discovered when she was almost unable to venture into the Inner Sanctum of the [[Royal Church]], for the [[The Great Seal|Royal Seal]] was rejecting her more and more with each passing day.

She was this way for three months, avoiding those that would steal the Tome. When she began to go insane, Quill was locked away in the Church, the Tome in another room. This would not keep the woman from her precious, and she broke out of her room and forcibly took the Tome back. She would not have it away from her, the key always about her neck. Soon, however, she became incessantly evil-aligned. The Seal would hurt her severely, and when she tried to pass through it on the final time, it slashed her skin horribly. She is still scarred, though a Priestess of Menxruk healed one of her legs before intervention. Quill's arms, torso, and left leg are smattered with small white scars.

She was cured of this curse, after [[Resque Maessen]] stole the Tome from her. The cure was a rudimentary one, to say the least, though not many know how it was done. The next year, only a short year after being cursed the first time, Quill was inflicted again.

[[The Blight]] had come with the winter, and Quill was infected with her plague, intended to make all infected follow the Blight Herself. Quill suffered from this curse for three months, much like the last one, sustained by a magic ring given to her by Caius's wife. This time, the curse scarred her differently. Her natural form is now always wintery, colored blue and white, shimmering like ice and snow, where once there was blue and green. Vibrance turned to cold, Spring to Winter. Quill was cured, again, by Caius Stygian. Kylus Dragonsbane had been captured by Blight, and Quill held his Holy Symbol of [[Pallodain|Paladine]] until the return of her friend.

In her own words:

<blockquote>Sould was so angry about Quill's neglect that she fell into the darkness. Unknowing that Quill was carrying a child, Sould aimed to kill her. Luring her into an alley in the [[Red Lantern District]] with false claims of being Priest Kylus Dragonsbane, Sould delivered what would have been a killing blow. The girl had taken the form of Kylus and hugged Quill, just before stabbing her in the side. What happened next was a blur to the Professor. The child that reminded her of the Blight tore out her insides and left her for dead. She was rushed, once more to Caius Stygian, who healed her straight away and found out she was carrying a baby. 

Lillendi are created through the mixing of magic between two people. Because Sould was hunting her, Quill opted to carry this new one around like human women did. Luckily, the child wasn't harmed. Sould was later killed while attempting to murder [[Tarma]] and Magistrate Wolfram. 

Quill birthed a little girl, named Aldora, sometime in June. Her father was Magistrate Wolfram. Ryal returned to the family, having not been dead at all, but rather hiding out in the planes. Because Sould had fast-aged herself to gain the respect that adults had, Ryal appears around 15 years old. Lakyle looks to be about 5 and Aldora is still an infant. 

Quill is currently unattached and has moved out of the large, 14-room estate she once called home in favor of a smaller, three-bedroom home more in the city than on the outskirts. She's been curse-free for two years or so! Priest Kylus has returned to [[Drache]] and Quill still has the holy symbol, renting one of the rooms of her estate to the Priest.</blockquote>

=Physical Description=

Quill is a Lillend. A Lillend is a creature with innate bardic abilities, the torso of an elf, feathers for hair, wings, and a snake's tail. The average coils of a Lillend are 20 feet in length.

The most noticeable thing about Quill is her clothing, which is always expensive and always exotic. Her hair is down to her ankles, streaked both black and white, the result of her memories from the Tome of Menxruk Curse and the Blight, respectively. Her eyes are lime-green and she is often seen wearing blue-framed glasses. These spectacles become rings around her pupils when not in use. She stands 5'3".

=Talents, Skills, Quirks=

Lillendi favor the arts over all else. Their lives are infinite, though they are not immortal. They may die by sword, magic, or any number of other things, though, they cannot die by old age. Lillendi choose when they are to die, and in this moment, they turn into a moonbeam and are no longer.

=Other Information=

Quill has two children, Ryal and Sould. Ryal is 'male', while Sould is 'female'. Sould's plumage is much like Quill's, with a white tail and white feathers atop her head and her wings, as well as the tip of her tail. Her white skin shimmers like new-fallen snow, and her feathers and tail shine with a thin sheet of ice. Her eyes are like her mother's. Sould is enigmatic and questioning.

Ryal's plumage was more like his father's. With eyes that mimic Quill's, Ryal was very much masculine looking, with black wings, black feathers on his head and tip of his tail, red scales on his tail, and a darker-complected elf-like torso. He was shy and did not talk much. Ryal killed himself sometime around June or July.

Quill is wealthy beyond imagination. This is because of her vast age, for she used to hunt priceless relics (mostly religious) as well as hoarding gold, jewels, and other such things. She owns a large mansion, around 14 bedrooms, and a bakery. She is a Professor at the Royal University, teaching at the Fine Arts school. Her main task is to teach men to be gentlemen and women to be fine young ladies.

She was in a tentative relationship with [[Magistrates of the Crown|Magistrate]] [[Wolfram]] before Sould split them up. After that, Magistrate [[Nero ul-Azhur Myurod]] earned her affections before letting a comment slip, thus ruining all chances of anything with the Professor. She had a nasty stint with Ketara Lyon after admitting to allowing a [[Vampires|vampire]] to feed from her. Ketara birthed one of Quill's children, since named Lakyle, under rather complicated circumstances.

She lives with Sould, Corran, Nero, Karrina, and a few others who rent rooms from her. A couple of the patrons of her home also work at the bakery she owns. She treasures her artwork and her friends, but most of all, her children.

Originally created and played by Kel.

[[Category: Legends]]

Lachlan Brewer

2013-08-27T00:26:52Z

Suzthulhu:

Officials

2013-08-27T00:25:48Z

Suzthulhu: /* Privy Council */

Your criminal mastermind '''LordBadass''' has just committed an act of vandalism in the main channel to impress '''Princess_Starmoon''', and he's being approached by '''White_Knight123''' with demands to lower his weapon. What do you do? Is this White Knight guy for real? Does he represent the ''In-Character'' authority that has the right to challenge him on his criminal misdeeds? Well, wonder no more! Below is a handy list of crown officials, detailing exactly who has the right to wield the blades of justice. From government paper-pushers to law enforcement, this page has it all!

Keep in mind that almost all of these officials are actual characters, and should not be represented or played without the consent of the owner.

=The Government=

==Sithire==

[[Marcion ul-Fenduth Tagran Aldenbar|Vorfon Marcion ul-Fenduth Tagran Aldenbar]]

===[[Privy Council]]===

[[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)'' -

=Law Enforcement=

==The Lord Chancellor of Arangoth==

Lord Chancellor ''(Vorfon Gostnairod)'' - [[Julius ul-Arduin Malbraxa]]

===[[Magistrates of the Crown]]===

The Honorable [[Abraxas ul-Bralk Caros]] 
The Honorable [[Yisuujah M'Awliat]] 

==[[Royal Guard]] Roster==

===Captain of the Guard===

[[Lucius von Stahl]]

===Arms-Commander/Spell-Commander===

Currently Unmanned (Main Guardhouse) 
[[Zesstra Riknueth]] (Wharf Garrison)

===Arms-Lieutenant/Spell-Lieutenant===

[[LayTrayin Chasingfire]] 
Garlthik 
Kirin Arnise 
Marqhen Alajin 
[[Idelle Sarault]] 

===Arms-Sergeant/Spell-Sergeant===
Merrax ul-Oryan Ratholta

===Arms-Corporal/Spell-Corporal===

Narin Declan (Canine-Handler) 

===Armsman/Spellcaster===

===Arms-Recruit/Spell-Recruit===

===Administrative Duty Roster===

'''COMMANDERS:''' 

'''LIEUTENANTS:''' 

'''SERGEANTS:''' 

'''CORPORALS:''' 

'''NON-OFFICERS:''' 

[[Category: Arangoth]] [[Category: Crown Officials]] [[Category: Drache]] [[Category: Government]]

Template:Navbox Races

2013-08-17T12:44:52Z

Suzthulhu:

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2013-08-17T12:40:34Z

Suzthulhu:

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| list1 = [[Arangothian]] - [[Assi]] - [[Ellurian West Teldanari]] - [[Igmerinds]] - [[Korthai]] - [[Mingits]] - [[Najji]] - [[Nipangui]] - [[Rashnaditz]] - [[Teldanari]] - [[Trí Déag]] - [[Xiunlans]]

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| group2 = Elves
| list2 = [[Elvendeep]] - [[Gulanadur]] - [[Mazewood]] - [[Shushan]] - [[Vuulari]]

| group3 = Dwarves
| list3 = [[Lilist]] (Mystonian) - [[Kadut]] - [[Ruthmarnan]]

| group4 = Orcs & Goblins
| list4 = [[Alesian Orcs]] - [[Bahr]] - [[Zul Kiras]]

| group5 = Dragons & Reptilekin
| list5 = [[Isska]] - [[Malkraan]] - [[Pentlander High Dragons]] - [[Euryalis]]

| group6 = Undead
| list6 = [[Liches]] - [[Vampires]]

| group7 = Extra-planar
| list7 = [[Angels]] - [[Demons]] - [[Elementals]]

| group8 = Miscellaneous
| list8 = [[Cheremosh Gnomes]] - [[Gnomes]] - [[Griffons|High Griffons]] - [[J'Lontz Giants]] - [[Tor Anan]] - [[Tuil Oneidhae Merfolk]]

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Euryalis

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Suzthulhu:

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| common_name = The Euryalis
| image = Euryalis.jpg
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| formal_name =
| average_height = Females: 5'8"/Males: 8' to 10'
| average_weight = Females: 140lbs/Males: 250lbs to 400lbs
| eye_color = Shades of yellow, slit pupils
| hair_color = Varies
| country_of_origin = [[Ferluxebi]]
| significant_populations = 350 individuals in a single tribal population
| language1 = Shir-Ssa,
| language2 = Common
| language3 =
| religion1 = Polytheistic
| religion2 =
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=Race Origins=

<blockquote>Thousands upon thousands of years ago, when the world was still new, Var-Ssith, the Great Snake looked down on the vast lands below, watching them shake and tremble, watching the seas roil. He saw the lands split into grassy plains, turbid swamps, dense forests, snowy mountains, and at last, barren and dry deserts. "Here," he said, sweeping a scaled hand over the desert, "Here is where I shall lay my people. Their struggles will bring them closer to the very earth beneath them, their endless battles with the very cracked ground they must live upon will make them stronger." But Var-Ssith's perhaps cruel creation was tempered by his wife's gentler hand. Ssith-Eurya, the Egg Bearer saw what her husband intended to do, and she laid a smoother hand over his. "My husband, do not cast them into such barren wastelands. Give them a chance to know mercy, to accept a blessing, to know that their creator is kind." And so she placed into the desert a small oasis, with fresh water and grasses, and into the water, she placed a clutch of eggs. Var-Ssith smiled at her gentle nature, and placed into the eggs his seed, and thus between the two, the first of their earthly children came to be.</blockquote>

The above is a passage from the Euryalis Tablets, which tell of the creation of the race, their origins, and their history. The race is named for their creatrix, Ssith-Eurya, the Egg Bearer.

=History=

The Euryalis have a rich history, beginning from their first days on a tiny oasis in the desert, to their discovery of the other [[Ferluxebi]] tribes, who taught them their nomadic ways. In turn, the Euryalis taught the tribes agriculture, and they mingled with one another when their paths crossed.

The snake people did not completely become nomadic, but instead learned to rotate the planting and harvesting cycle between oases, so as to expand the fertile lands without exhausting the potential to sustain a population. Though they learned the arts of warfare, they kept to themselves unless provoked into action by the occasional raids from [[Zul Kiras]]. The Euryalis proved to be worthy adversaries, and eventually bartered a tenuous peace with the [[Orcs]]. It was from the Zul Kirans that they learned blacksmithing and other heavier occupations, making them even less reliant on outsiders for trade.

=Culture=

They are a somewhat reclusive people, keeping to their one central population. On occasion, caravans venture out from the desert for trade and supplies, but for the most part, whatever they need, they are able to produce themselves.

Their religion consists of worshiping their creator/creatrix, and the small oasis from which they came is home to a stone and water temple dedicated to their gods. One female is chosen as a vessel for the goddess, and one male as her champion, the embodiment of their god. They keep these positions of honor, delivering advice and performing ritual sacraments until they are either too old to do so reliably or until they die. Euryalis society is matriarchal, with women sitting on the tribal council and making decisions as to where the tribe will move, what crops will be planted, and performing any judicial duties required.

Males are extremely rare, and thus the Euryalis do not choose mates for life. When reproduction is desired, a female will choose a male with whom to mate, or often, they will seek mates from outside their species. They are able to reproduce with almost any humanoid race, and the resulting offspring have a 75% chance of being pure-blooded Euryalis. If they are not, they are cast out of the tribe back to their race of origin, and they are always sterile. Children are born one or two at a time, through live birth. When a male is born, it is cause for a great celebration; however, males are not given any other special treatment within the culture.

==Language==

The native language of the Euryalis is Shir-Ssa, which consists of various hissing and whistling/fluting sounds, accompanied by body language.

=Typical Racial Characteristics=

The Euryalis are reptilian in appearance, specifically snake-like. Males and females differ greatly.

===Females===

Female Euryalis are more or less humanoid in appearance. They have two arms, two legs, and are essentially anatomically similar to a human female. Their most marked difference is that instead of hair, they possess a gorgon-like mane of live snakes. These snakes can be any pattern or color, though most are dull greys and browns, the colors of most desert snakes. Blues and greens are not unheard of though, and the color of the snake determines its basic species. Some of these serpents are venomous, and they move independently of one another. A female Euryalis can see through the eyes of her snake-hair.

Females also possess patterned, scaled skin, though the location and quantity varies as much as human skin tones do. Some have scales on their arms and legs, some are completely covered, and still others have none at all. Their eyes are slit-pupiled, usually in shades of yellow or pale green. All females are venomous, possessing fangs in their mouths that fold back against the roofs of their mouths when not in use. Some females can spit venom, like a cobra, and their venom types vary as much as real snake venom. All females have forked tongues that can be used to taste the air, and their vision can be altered for heat-seeking, UV, etc.

All females also possess a gaze ability through their eyes, though how the ability works is variable. Stone gaze, molten metal gaze, sand gaze, glass gaze, and crystal gaze are some of the noted abilities. The gaze is not active all the time, but rather must be activated for use.

Finally, females are able to eat just about anything, although they greatly prefer live food.

===Males===

Male Euryalis are truly serpentine. Like a naga, they are serpents from the waist down. From the waist up, they have the torso of a man, with two arms, all covered in scales. Their facial features vary, from quite human to only vaguely humanoid, and the majority of males possess a broad, scaled snake's hood that can be spread open or folded against their neck and shoulders.

Males are born blind, using their other serpentine senses to find their way, and thus males are rarely, if ever seen outside the desert. The extremely rare Euryalis males must eat live food, as their anatomical attributes will not allow them to get nutrients from cooked food or vegetation.

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To: Multiple recipients of list BlackDragon <BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net>

Date: Mon, 1 Jul 1996 00:17:55 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
Subject: Re: A Grim Discovery...

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

"Spectre, it's Simon..."

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

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

SimnFenix

Date: Mon, 1 Jul 1996 01:14:39 -0400
From: DeWitten@aol.com
Subject: Re: Just cause Angel asked me not to, i *have* to post this....<g>

**thinks for a sec**

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

StEvE

Date: Sun, 30 Jun 1996 22:15:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Syl <petal@earthlink.net>
Subject: an offering to Spectre-

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

Date: Mon, 1 Jul 1996 06:21:11 -0700
From: kordes@ix.netcom.com (Linda Kordes)
Subject: Moonbeam's Rampage

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

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

::Help me Gaia, for the ones who I have been sent to protect have
disappeared under my nose.

::(A echoing voice)::My child, Posiva, the ones you seek are known to
me and the magic protecting there position upon my worlds is known to
me behold the pool and see the knowledge you seek.

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

::No!......

Date: Mon, 01 Jul 1996 11:21:05 -0700
From: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: Interferace.....

((Simon's Post))
*takes place while and after Dellila used her magic to block any magical
searches for Angel and Narisa**

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

*****Several hours later...*****

*Simon stirs painfully, looking around with Blurred vision.. Arianeira
remains unconcious on the floor, while Fireice, in the form of Flames,
darts from One map to the next, as if recognizing something...*

We failed again, Didn't we, FireIce?

*Fireice regains her human form....*

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

What? WHere?

*To be Continued....*

((Angel's Post))

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

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

::She sits herself up shaking her head::

::She places her hand on the amethyst gem:: "Godz my love..if you can feel
me...hear me....come find me and Narisa.."

::She sits on the sand in her tent rubbing the gem as she thinks of her
husband..now for the first time since her capture..she breaks down in tears::

***In another area****

::Narisa kneels by her cot praying::

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

::Just then a black and white blast hits her tent knocking her over::

::Narisa moans and gets back up on her knees. She looks up as though
looking up to the gods. <w>Spectre! ::She begins to weep again conviced the
blast was a sign of her beloved letting her know all would be well.

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Date: Mon, 01 Jul 1996 11:36:25 -0700
From: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: Dellila's Delima

::Dellila not being able to find Xandur that night heads back to her own
camp:: <m>"Damnable luck..I wonder where he is..the sooner I deliver the two
sisters to him the sooner I shall have power...ah well...I shall find him
tomorrow"

::She Arrives at her camp and unmounts her horse tying it to a tree near a
small pool of water..the horse immediatly ducks it's head and drinks the water::

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

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

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

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

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

::Dellila winces knowing what the voice speaks of:: "I my master will
deliver to you the usual payment.." She doesn't care what it will cost..she
needs her plan to work::

::The voice bellows:: "VERY WELL DELLILA. BUT BE READY WHEN I CALL"

::She lowers her head making a bit of a face:: "Aye master I will be ready"

::The Fire shoots straight up into the sky turning into a comet and blasts
off toward Arangoth...It lands as an invisible force and surrounds the land
and all those with the magical ability to discover the whereabouts of the
sisters::

::Suddenly the flames release down into the pit and it is quiet again..
Dellila opens her eyes now back to thier normal color. She grins:: "A small
price to pay for what I will recieve in the end"

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Date: Mon, 01 Jul 1996 12:13:27 -0700
From: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: Re: Dellila's Delima

((Simon's Post))

*In FireIce's castle, Simon and FireIce again use their combined power to
search the Desert, not for AngelSin, but for the Blockade, looking for the
Blind spot that keeps them from AngelSin... Suddenly, all view of the
Desert is blocked, but, not by the same power...*

"What the Heck was that?"

*FireIce looks around...* "We're being blocked... But, not by the same
Power as before, this one is Greater...."

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

*Simon and FireIce depart from FireIce's hidden castle, and head for
Castle Black... Simon knocks hard on the Door..*

*THUD!* *THUD!* "Emperor Simon Horus Phoenix to See his Majesty, King
BlkDragon! It's Important!"

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

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

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

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

Date: Mon, 01 Jul 1996 17:25:32 -0400
From: Ash <phantom@atomic.net>
Subject: A short note ooc

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

this has been a public spamming by the mun of:

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

~* Ash *~

Date: Mon, 1 Jul 1996 14:48:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Syl <petal@earthlink.net>
Subject: While the Angel's Away the Mice are Mine

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

Date: Mon, 01 Jul 1996 14:50:47 -0700
From: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: Re: While the Angel's Away the Mice are Mine

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

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

Thanks
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Date: Mon, 1 Jul 1996 14:58:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Syl <petal@earthlink.net>
Subject: Jul`Kair etc......

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

Date: Mon, 01 Jul 1996 19:08:38 -0500
From: Jimmie Bragdon <jimmie@io.com>
Subject: Definitions

Just to make something clear:

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

I hope that clears things up.

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Date: Mon, 1 Jul 1996 21:08:38 -0400
From: DeWitten@aol.com
Subject: Re: Definitions

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

StEvE

Date: Mon, 1 Jul 1996 22:13:35 -0500
From: cullen@net-link.net (Cullen Stevenson)
Subject: Re: Definitions

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

>Do : To perform an action
>Not : Negation, cancellation
>Put : To place
>Yourself : The reader, or person being spoken to
>Into : Go inside, become part of
>This : The thing being spoken about
>Story : Tale, relation of events
>Without : Not having, not doing
>Asking : Gaining permission
>First : Precluding all else
>
>I hope that clears things up.
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"See this? This is a plain, ordinary human liver. But it's mine, you can't
have it!"
- The Kids In The Hall

Date: Tue, 2 Jul 1996 08:12:57 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Samuel Lee Cotrell Jr." <Monitor1@bright.net>
Subject: MoonDiver mun

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

Brightsun the Mage
Sam the Mun
Brightsun and Mun

Date: Tue, 2 Jul 1996 08:28:08 -0500
From: cullen@net-link.net (Cullen Stevenson)
Subject: Connor PC

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

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

Date: Tue, 02 Jul 1996 09:01:15 -0700
From: Quickning <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>
Subject: Post names of the Asri (Long version)

::: The BLACK Dragon Inn :::
The tension in the inn was intense. The room was thick with
worry. Quickning sat at the bar
"That ambush has set us on edge." She looked around the inn at all the
haggard faces. Her
glances were greeted by nervous and suspicious glances. Quickning shook
her head sadly "The
Asri are winning the psychological war. They have us jumping at our
shadows. Seeing enemies
everywhere . . . " Just a night ago she and her friends were victims to
the Asri paranoia.
Loendal was mistaken for an Asri and stabbed in the back by
Kazeel. She and some of his
dragon friends had taken offence to put it lightly. Loendal was newly a
father. Quickning couldn't
bear the thought of Ember growing up fatherless. She teleported behind
Kazeel and struck him
down. Her blow struck true but not true enough. Kazeel turned, stabbing
her in the chest with his
blade, one made of silver. Quickning shudder at the memory of silver
piercing her flesh, the
burning pain. Despite all the healers, like Aystan's work she would
have died. If it hadn't been for
DarkDrago removing the silver fragments....
She let the thought trail off, there would be plently of time
for thoughts of death as the war
progresses. She had to think of a way for all this confusion to be
avoided. Perhaps a wanted
poster, printing all of the known Asri names. Quickning stood up and
went to Horace, who was
the bar keep for this eve.
"Horace," Quick asked "Do ya have pen and parchment handy?"
"Aye." Said Horace. Then he went work cleaning some mugs.
Quick sighed loudly "Well can I barrow some?" Horace smirked and
retrieved a paper and
parchment from the behind the bar. Quickning took the pen and parchment.
Then blinked. "Uh
Horace, do ya have any Ink?"
Horace gave her a sly smile. "Weeell, there's the rub...Ink will
cost ya." Quick rolled her
eyes and paid Horace a silver. Once Horace had gotten the out the ink
she set to work.

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

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

Quickning capped the ink well and returned it to the Bar keep.
"Will you see to it that
Warden OneStab gets this when next comes in?" Quickning asked Horace,
"It a matter of
importance to this Inn." Horace nodded.
Quickning turned to leave when she heard the bar keep clear his
throat. She turned to face
Horace once more.
"There is the matter of your ....bar tap. I know you have money
young Quick. Seen you
...er shall we say working..." Once again that evil smile curled his
lips. Quickning paid of her bar.
"And remember...I roll the dice..." With That She paid a bit extra and
left before Horace could
extort more money.

>From the Stolen Pen and Twisted Mind of
Quickning

Date: Tue, 02 Jul 1996 09:03:01 -0700
From: Quickning <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>
Subject: For OneStab (short version)

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

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

Date: Tue, 02 Jul 1996 11:16:21 -0700
From: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: See no evil..hear no evil...BE evil

::Dellila slips into her tent::

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

::She thinks of the information she gathered that evening..managing to
introduce herself to Spectre and watching the chaotic state between he,
Simon and Trigon. She saw the determination on Spectre's face to find Narisa
and for a moment started to slightly worry.::

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

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

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

::She looks in the mirror:: "Mirror Mirror on the Wall..Who's the...((oh
wait..wrong story sorry!)) ((Rewind))

::She looks in the mirrow caressing her hair:: "Ah Dellila, you ARE a
brilliant! In time I will have all the power I need...and then it will be mine"

::She chuckles wickedly as she stands and walks out of her tent::

********************************************************************************

**In Angel's tent**

::Angel sits on her cot clutching the gem around her neck thinking::<w>He'll
be here.....soon...

::Her eyes slightly bloodshot and dark circles under her eyes from little
sleep...she surveys her tent once more:: "I've got to find Narisa damnit..by
the godz she better be ok"

::From the shadows::"Tsk tsk..resorting to talking to yourself now Queen?"

::Angel looks up quickly with a glare:: "Don't ye ever knock?"

::Out of the shadow slithers Dellila:: "Ah..ye look so tierd your
highness..ye really should get some sleep...::She saunters over to the small
table:: I see ye havn't eaten a bite either.."

::Angel looks up at her, her eyes narrowing:: "What so ye can poison me?"

::Acts insulted:: "Why your majesty..I wouldn't think of such a thing! for
NOW your better use to me alive then dead. Though the latter CAN be arranged
if you so choose to make things difficult for me"

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

::Dellila saunters over towards the opening of the tent:: "I'll have the
guard bring ye some fresh food..ye really should keep up your strength for
Xandur. <w>he's got quite the appetite for the female flesh" ::Laughs and
slips out::

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

********************************************************************************

**In Narisa's Tent**

::Narisa lays on her cot staring at the sandy floor..her face pale..her eyes
red from tears...her dress beginning to slip off her shoulders for she was
losing wieght..she too had not eaten..not out of fear of poison but for loss
of appetite...her stomache and heart ached to much to eat..::

::Dellila walks thru the opening of the tent:: "Ah the little princess pines
away for her dead love..tis such a shame"

::Narisa look up...<q>"why are ye doing this? How could ye be so cruel? Ye
must have a kind heart..don't ye know this is wrong.."

::Dellila throws back her head in laughter:: "Oh little princess...Ye have
much to learn of the world...not all are pure and innocent as ye" ::looks at
Narisa disgusted..she didn't like the queen but she hated this little
waif...to pure...to damn innocent...to damn...dangerous::

::Narisa rises off her cot looking at Dellila:: "Please...I beg ye.." ::She
walks slowly to Dellila:: "Please at least let my sister go" ::she rests a
hand on Dellila's arm a sudden shock running through Narisa::

::Dellila winces in pain and she rips her arm away from Narisa:: "Don't
touch me ye Bitch!" ::She hisses::

::Narisa looks at her hand then at Dellila very confused:: <w>"I..I didn't ...."

::Dellila reaches her hand back then pointing at Narisa as a bolt of red
energy shoots from her fingers slamming into Narisa throwing her back 10
feet and onto the floor knocked out::

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

::She glares at Narisa slumped on the floor and turns on her heels and
stomps out of the tent::

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Date: Tue, 02 Jul 1996 12:12:31 -0700
From: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: Gain strength...THEN attack

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

::The guard walks in and sets the platter down on the small table:: "Da
misstress says ye's tae eat sumthin"

::Angel frowns:: "I don't want it..go away and take that platter with ye"

::The guard crosses his arms across his chest:: "Da misstress say if ye
donnae eat she is goin tae skin me..now eat or I'll force ye meself!"

::Angel takes a deep breath looking at the food:: "You taste it first..I
won't be poisoned or drugged"

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

::he chews it all up and swallows smiling at her:: "'appy?"

::Angel sits and watches him for awhile..satisfied he wont' drop or die she
lets out a sigh:: "Fine..I'll eat it..go.."

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

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

::The guard sighs and nods and leaves the tent::

::Angel looks down at the food..her stomache growling..:: "For the child
Alysia...for Blk's child...gain thy strength for when he comes for ye.."

::She sits down and attacks the food::

::She thinks as she eats the food ravinously:: Hell, prepare room.... They
all will pay for this..
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Date: Tue, 02 Jul 1996 14:35:31 -0700
From: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: Shared Nightmares and Shattered dreams...

::Angel leans back totally stuffed to the gills:: <q>Godz I didn't realize
how hungry I was"

::She yawns and decides to try to get some rest...rest builds strength, with
strength comes freedom she thinks::

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

Enter..the Dream

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

::She leans down to kiss Timinion as he sleeps....Then suddenly Timinion is
gone from Blk's arm..she looks up quickly and instead of Blk it's Xandur::

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

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

::Just then Angel wakes up screaming..sweating and crying..she looks around
her quickly...tries to catch her breath and weeps:: <w> "Blk please hurry luv"

********************************************************************************

::Narisa Lays in the corner of her tent..her cheek down in the warm sand she
still being outcold from Dellila's blow..::

ENTER the other dream...

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

::The corpse opens it's eyes::"Hello luv"

::Narisa jumps and looks at Spectre sitting up in his coffin..then she faints::

::Spectre climbs out of the casket:: "Your making a habit out of this luv"

::He leans down and lifts her..she wakens opening her eyes...looking at
him:: <w>Spectre..

::She gathers in her surroundings..she isn't in the church anymore..she's in
a bed chamber and he's carrying her to the bed:: "What happened? I thought
you were dead" She cries and he lays her down on the bed::

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

::She looks up at him in shock:: "Wedding?"

::He crosses his arms:: "To late luv..you already said I do" ::He laughs as
he sits on the bed::

::She grows estatic:: "Oh! Then the kidnapping! The war! twas all a dream!
Oh spectre I'm so happy!!"

::She throws her arms around him catching a glimps of her finger...a wedding
band fitted over it..

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

::He smiles:: "I said wake up"

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

::She moans as she sits up slowly:: "What?" ::She looks around..then lowers
her head and cries::
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Date: Tue, 2 Jul 1996 17:56:22 -0400
From: DeWitten@aol.com
Subject: Re: Gain strength...THEN attack

The little apple piece looks up to Angel in fear....he watched as his
brother apple was chomped down by the other man in horror and now knew his
time was up.....
"it wont be so bad...im sure...one little cruch and...*sniff* itll all be
over..." it thought as he felt the guard place the tray down by Angel...
Never going to the apple school like his mother tree had always suggested,
he couldnt understand the human speech...he had grown up on a rough branch
and hung out with the bad apples....but now, he knew what was going on, even
without hearing the couples wording....
The woman seemed pretty mad...like when he found out he had a worm
once...so, in the simple mathematical equation of an apple, he just assumed
Angel had worms...
The man apparently, was undoubtedly an apple assassin...why else would he
be so cruel to eat one of the others then become intent on making the woman
eat him and the rest of his brethren?
Its thoughts were interupted when his form whooshed from the plate and into
a cave, surrounded by stalagmites and stalagtites (yeah, so im no geologist
and i cant spell 'em right) and the cave grew darker in a split second....
"Hey...this aint so bad" he murmered as he felt the warm, damp air around
him...well....it wasnt that bad until Angel's teeth tore him into bits,
mangling his outer skin and swallowing his torn remains into a pool of acid
in her stomach, the apple screaming in agony....
ThE EnD
((sorry for intruding on your story without asking Angel, but i just had this
really strong impulse when i read that one to write a quick little story =)
hope ya didnt mind...))
StEvE

Date: Tue, 02 Jul 1996 15:01:41 -0700
From: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: Re: Gain strength...THEN attack

::Mun wipes away her tears of fluffin laughter::..oh my god..my boss
wondered why the hell I was sitting at my computer laughing my ass off..
THAT dear Steve is a keeper!! LOL..It's ok that you jumped into this story
since your character "The lil' Apple piece" died anyway..ROFLMAOPIMPX1000!!!!!!!

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

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Date: Wed, 03 Jul 1996 01:24:49
From: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (Queen of Arangoth)
Subject: Hell hath no fury..................

::Dellila reapears in her tent..panting heavily::

::She shakes with fear and anger:: "DAMNIT! DAMNIT TO THE HELLS AND BACK!!..
WHY Why didn't I just stick to the original plan?!!?!

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

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

::He had enchanted her with a truth spell..she let him know that she had his
wife..and sister in law..she even told him they were in the Asyr desert...::
"Damnit!! That witch! I'll kill her! I'll kill them both!!"

::She storms out of her tent::

****************************************************************************
******************
(Angels Tent)

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

::Then tent suddenly flashes about her and dims....then lights up again. She
looks up.. "hmm.. more lightning"

::she goes back to work..suddenly dellila comes storming into the tent
screaming like a banshee:: "YE BITCH YOUR GOING TO DIE!!!"

::Angel jumps up not able to free the leg of the cot.. She blocks Dellila's
blow:: "I see ye've met my husband" She grins

::Dellila stops dead in her tracks:: "HOW did ye know that?!"

::Angel Grins:: "Ive seen that look before ...though it usually lays upon a
face in death"

::Dellila glares at angel and suddenly backhands her:: Aye..I've met thy
husband...and tasted a bit of his pleasures to... " . growls at Angel

::Angel leans up off the floor wiping a bit of blood from her mouth:::
"Obviously it left a bitter taste in thy mouth "

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

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

::Dellila seethes then stops herself from striking angel:: "Aye..your
right...tis time..I'm taking ye two scum to Xandur now!"

::Dellila calls her guard....she NEEDS to get rid of them..Blk and Spectre
will be at this campsite soon...and she cannot fight Blkdragon and Spectre
alone..not even with the power she has:: "Chain her from hand to feet, we
are leaving NOW"

::The Guard, not without a bit of struggle with Angel chains her feet and
wrists and drags her out of the tent::

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

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

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

"Hail mistress" he calls

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

::The guard nods and slips into the tent..a short time later he comes out
dragging narisa by a chain around her neck....her wrists and legs chained as
well::

::Angel sees Narisa her eyes widen:: "NARISA!!"

::Narisa looks up:: "ALYSIA!!"

::Narisa starts to run towards angel but the guard yanks her chain back and
she falls back coughing::

::Angel growls at the guard:: "YOU'LL DIE FOR THAT ACTION ALONE!!"

::Dellila rolls her eyes, her patience worn thin:: "WE GO NOW! Ye two had
better keep up"

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

::The guard nods:: "Aye M'lady he's expecting ye"
::She looks at him curiously:: "he is?" shrugs and slips into Xandur's tent
She sees him standing in his large tent overlooking some maps..his back to her.
"G'morn M'lord" she purrs.. I come baring gifts"

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AngelSin aka
Alysia Draconoris Muthoris Vostanoth
Queen of Arangoth
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Date: Tue, 2 Jul 1996 20:53:14 -0500
From: cullen@net-link.net (Cullen Stevenson)
Subject: re: apple story

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

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

Date: Tue, 2 Jul 1996 23:18:33 -0600
From: onestab@rmci.net (OneStab)
Subject: Tyntigal's Revenge

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

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

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

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

::: far out of sight, never entering the land of Asryi itself.. staying
away from any mage he senses.. moving from place to place landing only for
brief moments.. safely away from the storm, he stays through the night
holding the rain clouds over the area. With the dawn's light, he releases
the wind, allowing
it to go as it will; setting the clouds free. Weary, he flies off slowly,
... the morning sun soothing on his sore body as he heads home to Rhydin.:::

Date: Tue, 2 Jul 1996 23:59:13 -0600
From: xandur@rmci.net (Xandur)
Subject: Back at camp

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

"Zantoth!" Xandur bellowed.

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

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

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

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

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

Date: Tue, 2 Jul 1996 23:54:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: Syl <petal@earthlink.net>
Subject: While the Ruatha's Away the Mice are Mine
Cc: kaejo@camalott.com

From: starcry@mont.mindspring.com
X-Sender: starcry@pop.mont.mindspring.com
Date: Tue, 02 Jul 1996 23:37:02 -0400
To: petal@earthlink.net
Subject: While the Ruatha's Away the Mice are Mine

::::::::::::::::::;During the Night....the following happened while Lord Ruatha was at the BlkDragon Inn::::::::

From the Shadows, Jul`Kair peers out...spying the royal Guards as they make their rounds thru the castle....he studies their movements easily...and then when the moment presents itself, he steals across the courtyard into the main Hall...

Jul`Kair, stares blankly into the darkened corridors...moving easily and
silently, the warrior/assassin moves quickly to each door, listening for
the motion and speech of children....

Soon he finds the nursey and also can hear the speech of what sounds to be
the Princess hereself along with the Nanny....he ponders his luck....and to
ensure no worries over his action, quickly dons the Sunaj Armor he recovered from a fallen brother of his......

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

Jul`Kair sneaks his way up to the door of the nursery and with a simple twist of the handle, the door quickly opens....and shuts as he now is inside of the nursey....the Nanny lets out a brief squeal of shock.....as Jul`Kair releases a dagger directly into her gut, with the flick of his wrist.....the Princess, Menolly stands near her child...her utter disbelief at seeing a Sunaj Assassin standing in her own castle...

Menolly speaks clearly, "How dare you, do you know who I am!?!?!"

Jul`Kair removes the helm....and Menolly's eyes fade from anger to complete
shock as she sees it is...............Sun`zen, her own friend......

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

::::Sun`zen curses himself lightly about losing the one dagger...damn
shameful, almost feel as a new borne assassin...sheesh::::

Sun`zen places the Menolly and Myn her daughter in a secret place till he
can figure as to how he can benefit from this in the long run......Jul`Kair
removes the darken Sunaj armor as the Rift closes behind him....and the
vision of Menolly, and Myn fade from view......

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

:::he ponders for a moment.....shameful to bring Kaejo such bad news......he
chuckles slightly.....just shameful::::::::::
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-Sun`zen(former Sunaj)
{I'm am just a Simple Gardner, who enjoys removing a few "weeds" from the Lands}
Champion of BattleFest '96

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

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

Date: Wed, 3 Jul 1996 03:49:12 -0400
From: DeWitten@aol.com
Subject: Re: Gain strength...THEN attack

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

StEvE

Date: Wed, 3 Jul 1996 08:14:41 -0600 (MDT)
From: Stef <stefanie@rt66.com>
Subject: In the Keep

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And she waited for nightfall.

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

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Date: Wed, 3 Jul 1996 10:03:24 -0500 (CDT)
From: Kathy Stracener <merlin31@bihs.net>
Subject: Re: Gain strength...THEN attack

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

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

Date: Wed, 03 Jul 1996 11:07:44 -0700
From: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: TO SYLVIA!!!!!!!!!

::The lights dim as the curtain rises...Angel's Mun stands on the stage with
the spotlight on her. ((NO I'm not gonna wear the tight dress for this
one!)) The meistro taps his wand and the orchestra starts to play::

::Angel's mun breaks out in son:: "THERE"S.....NO business like SHOW
business like NO business I know!!! ::Holds out her arms as she dances
accross the stage::

::Suddenly Steve comes running out on stage with a large bullhorn and
directors cap:: "CUT!! NONONONON! Your singing the wrong song!!" ::He
whispers into her ear::

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

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

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

::The orchastra all turn around in unision::

::The miestro aka Kaejo/Mickey speaks up:: "Um...she's off getting drunk
somewhere...I think we started the show early...she won't be here till later"

::Angel fumes and turns to Steve who is coming back out from the side of the
stage:: "I GOT ALL DRESSED UP FOR THIS AND PUT ON MY BEST PREFORMANCE AND
YOU GOT THE WRONG TIME?!!? YOU IDIOT!!" ::She stomps her foot and storms off
to her dressing room::

::STeve shakes his head:: <M>Diva's
Steve then looks at the empty audience and the orchestra. He gets a sudden
idea..:: "You all stay here, be ready to play!"

::He runs off stage::
ticktockticktockticktockticktock
::The Orchestra sit in the pit getting restless then finally the spot light
shines onto the center of the stage..Clicking heels are heard on the stage
and suddenly STeve is in the spotlight...He's dressed in a long tight Satin
baby blue dress with a long red feathered boa around his neck..His heels
quite high, the reason him having a bit of difficulty walking...::

::He looks down at Kaejo and whispers for him to have the band play
something. Kaejo Rolls his eyes and nods :: <m>not this again

::The band plays. Steve breaks out in dramatic movments and begins to sing
in a low sultry femalish voice::

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

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

::Andie opens her door quickly and glares at him:: "ARE YOU SURE?!"

::Steve nods and runs off to get ready. Angel huffs then closes the door,
then opens it again looking in Steves direction as he disapears backstage::
<m>What the hell was he just wearing?!" ::She shrugs and slams the door..the
star on the dressing room drops revealing "Janitor" on the door..

::The curtain closes as Sylvia comes down the isle and takes her seat in front::

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

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

::Everyone takes a bow::

CUT!!!That's a wrap!! ::Steve yells thru his bullhorn..but when he looks
around..everyone is gone.. only the sound of crickets...Steve frowns and
walks off::
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Date: Wed, 03 Jul 1996 11:13:41 -0700
From: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: Re: Shared Nightmares and Shattered dreams... (fwd)

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

She sighs a bit as she continues to pace.. there is something lurking
behind her mind.. an image.. one that is just barely out of reach, and
yet.. so close.. Again she closes her eyes and sighs.. trying to reach
the image
yet unable to.. She turns from the mirror and walks to her desk hoping
Simon will be there soon.. maybe he has an understanding about all that
has happened she has not thought of.

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

ENTER SIMON...

Fire Ice smiles as Simon enters..

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

*Simon walks over to FireIce...*

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

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

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

*FireIce smiles to Simon, smiling..*

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

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

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

*Simon again looks into her blue eyes, remembering they are normally
Violet, and wonders if this Color change has anything to do with her
change in behavior?*

FireIce and SimnFenix

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Date: Wed, 3 Jul 1996 11:34:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Syl <petal@earthlink.net>
Subject: Re: To Syl

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

Date: Wed, 3 Jul 1996 15:30:55 -0400
From: DeWitten@aol.com
Subject: Re: TO SYLVIA!!!!!!!!!

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

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

Date: Wed, 3 Jul 1996 12:56:32 -0700
From: aliastra@ap.net (Aliastra Gaia Archrelar Amon)
Subject: None

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Date: Wed, 3 Jul 1996 13:05:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: RangerBlue <rangerblue@earthlink.net>
Subject: Death of OverLord
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, PottsceX@aol.com,
Onestab@rmci.net, stefanie@rt.66

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

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

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

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

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

In the brightening light of the flaming OverLord plans, Blue sharpens
a quill and writes:
*********************************************************************
Warden Order 37241
96/367-02

To: All units, Warden/Loreil forces

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

2. All units not currently engaged, shall transport by the swiftest
means available to location named "Anvil" in the lands adjacent to
Arangoth.

3. Once there, units will fortify and wait further orders concerning
defense of the Kingdom of Arangoth from Asyri incursion.

4. Dragon Riders of the 12th, shall begin immediate aerial scouting of
the Arangoth/Asyr border areas. Under no circumstance are hostile
force engagements authorized.

5. All mystic/mage activity to be restricted only to shield and
protect the Anvil forces with the exception of the Prometheus
operation. That shall continue as planned.

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

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

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

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

Date: Wed, 3 Jul 1996 18:03:32 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
cc: EmrldLace@aol.com, mrset1@ix.netcom.com, rycher@grnet.com
Subject: Wedding Final Notice

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

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

Simon Horus Phoenix, and Lady Viskaya

Date: Wed, 3 Jul 1996 18:14:15 -0500 (CDT)
From: lsawyer@texas.net (L.Sawyer)
Subject: okay did it work

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

Date: Wed, 3 Jul 1996 16:23:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Syl <petal@earthlink.net>
Subject: Follow-up

From: starcry@mont.mindspring.com
X-Sender: starcry@pop.mont.mindspring.com
Date: Wed, 03 Jul 1996 14:59:19 -0400
To: petal@earthlink.net
Subject: Follow-up

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

During that night, Jul`Kair managed to scale the walls of the Castle,
bypass each of the alarms set up thru out the castle to prevent exactly what
he is trying to do now....

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

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

Jul`Kair, then sets the dagger with the message firmly into the padding on
the other chair, where Menolly would sit...Jul`Kair reads over the message
once more, just to ensure it says what it needs.....

Lord Ruatha of the BlackFens;

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

Your New Allies.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Date: Wed, 3 Jul 1996 19:43:35 -0500
From: dee@southwind.com (TRM Pendrake and Mysha)
Subject: Alliances

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

Noble Cousins:

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

By Our Hands, this day,

Pendrake Mysha
Rex Caern Rhia Regina Caern Rhia

Date: Thu, 04 Jul 1996 17:38:08 -0500
From: Jimmie Bragdon <jimmie@io.com>
Subject: Sure is quiet in here...

*The mun sticks his head into the empty mailbox*

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

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

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

*Spies an unopened package of Black Cats on the shelf and grins, Grabbing them
he runs out the door.*

Later....

*He walks up to a black, metal mailbox with some writing on the side, it reads,
"LOTTS" Opening it up, he places all 200 firecrackers inside, and lights the
fuse, giggling maniacallly. He runs off as the firecrackers explode, each
with a loud metallic ring to it.*

Hope he wasn't sleepin' ;)

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Date: Thu, 4 Jul 1996 22:26:43 -0400
From: DeWitten@aol.com
Subject: Re: Sure is quiet in here...

StEvE *would* react to the explosions, but he was too busy pouncing
through fireworks and getting the hell burned out of him...now he comes in to
check his mail and to brush off the ashes and charred pieces of his shirt and
shorts....the next morning, he walsk to his mailbox, seening poor Milfred the
Mailbox torn asunder by someones reckless and sick sense of humor....as he
crumples to his knees he looks to the sky, screaming out the only person who
could have dont this...
"JIM-MMMMIEEEEE!!!!!! WHY?!?! WHY?!?!"
He falls to the ground weeping over Milfreds remains....

Date: Thu, 04 Jul 1996 22:37:44 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Hudson's Petting Zoo" <ehudson1@ic3.ithaca.edu>
Subject: Re: TO SYLVIA!!!!!!!!!

That was me off key..
Raych

----
Eric Hudson, mundane 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: Thu, 4 Jul 1996 22:13:35 -0500
From: dee@southwind.com (TRM Pendrake and Mysha)
Subject: *sigh*

Oooookay....

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

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

*huggs*
Mysha!

Date: Thu, 4 Jul 1996 22:15:02 -0500
From: dee@southwind.com (TRM Pendrake and Mysha)
Subject: RE:*sigh*

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

Pendrake

Date: Fri, 5 Jul 1996 00:11:24 -0400
From: Dave Crampton <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
Subject: RE:*sigh*

>The first person that actually DOES something,and stops her from molesting
>me is DEAD MEAT! 8)
>
>Pendrake
>
*Dave sits in front of his computer and chugs Dew and types....

Whoops, I did something. Heheheheh...

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

--
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"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: Thu, 4 Jul 1996 21:13:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Syl <petal@earthlink.net>
Subject: RE:*sigh*

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

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

Date: Fri, 5 Jul 1996 00:31:46 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
cc: mrset1@ix.netcom.com, rycher@grnet.com
Subject: Happy Independence Day!

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

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

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

*Viskaya smiles to her newlywed husband...*

"Well Spoken, Love..."

*Simon looks towards Asyr...*

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

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

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

***Over in Asyr...***

*Xandur and Zantoth see the Asyri skies ablaze with the Fireworks from
Arangoth, then hear the Air Ring with Simon's words...*

***At the Arangoth and Asyr War Camps...***

*Asyri and Arangothian alike look skyward, remembering what it was like to
live as separate, independent Kingdoms, do they yearn for an End to this
war?*

***At the Prison camp where AngelSin and Narisa are held...***

*Dellila finds herself caught off-guard by the Fireworks from Arangoth,
then growls deep as Simon's words echo over the realm...*

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

*ANgelSin and Narisa peek ou from their tents, seing the Fireworks as
well, then hearing Sinon's echoing speech.. AngelSIn turns to Dellila*

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

*Dellila spins Angrily to AngelSin, then stops, wondering if maybe, just
maybe Simon really is more of a threat than she figured?*

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

SimnFenix, FireIce, and Viskaya.

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

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

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

Date: Fri, 5 Jul 1996 00:54:29 -0500
From: dee@southwind.com (Fadi and Rainault)
Subject: RE:*sigh*

>
>
>>The first person that actually DOES something,and stops her from molesting
>>me is DEAD MEAT! 8)
>>
>>Pendrake
>>
>*Dave sits in front of his computer and chugs Dew and types....
>
>Whoops, I did something. Heheheheh...
>
>*Dave runs for his life....tossing cans of spam behind him....
>
"Hehehe....to late."
Pendrake says as he gasps for air. He walks to the window only to be
pulled down on the bed again.
"More!!!"
Mysha demands "NOW!!"
((And you thought it was IC 8) ))

Date: Fri, 5 Jul 1996 02:55:11 -0500 (CDT)
From: lsawyer@texas.net (Stagg's old mun)
Subject: COWS GONE MAD and a new character

ERP!

Now about a character i have been useing lately. Thews yes that one
is me useing a paranoid possesed sometimes character that hears voises.

Thews looks like he is made of thick grass and his skin is more
like dirt then anything else. He has his reason for being like this his
family owned some money to a mage but never paid this mage was almost as
insane as he is so he decided to burn down his home for the family not
paying. During this burning his whole family burnt down but he was outside
playing. He was found and made into the chia person he is. So he doesn't
like anyone who uses magic and being on his own that long left him a little
damaged sence he was so young when it happened. Also a deamon though his
grass like body was very nice so it possesed him one day but never gained
control due to it being a weak deamon possesing him. And when i use him i
am IC i don't mean what i do even though i am annoying with him and the only
time i mean something i have a () aorund it (i can't spell what those are today.
Yes my spelling and punchation proabley suck though this whole
letter but well i don't read this over and am to busy hopeing it goes
through to the list when i send it. Okay there i said alot but not to much
about him.

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

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

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

"The Swiss are invadeing"
The Tick

Date: Fri, 05 Jul 1996 12:11:27
From: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (Queen of Arangoth)
Subject: A NOTE ON YPAGES

Hi,

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

****************************************************************************
*****************************
Her Royal Majesty
AngelSin aka
Alysia Draconoris Muthoris Vostanoth
Queen of Arangoth
May our souls be blessed and our land be rich with love, peace and prosperity
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Date: Fri, 5 Jul 1996 10:30:44 -0500
From: cullen@net-link.net (Cullen Stevenson)
Subject: Re: COWS GONE MAD and a new character

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

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

Date: Fri, 5 Jul 1996 13:29:52 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
cc: mrset1@ix.netcom.com, rycher@grnet.com
Subject: Wedding Logs

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

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

Emperor Simon Horus Phoenix
Empress Viskaya Felina Phoenix
Lady FireIce

Date: Fri, 05 Jul 1996 14:58:29 -0400
From: Zantoth Dryanthos <merikus@ix.netcom.com>
Subject: Re: Back at Camp

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"*Now*, mage," Zantoth said.

"Uh...fifteen, sir."

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

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

Date: Fri, 5 Jul 1996 15:33:25 -0500 (CDT)
From: lsawyer@texas.net (Stagg's old mun)
Subject: Re: COWS GONE MAD and a new character

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

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

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

"Bad ninteen fifties homosexual sterotype"
Kids in the Hall

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

"The Swiss are invadeing
The Tick

Date: Fri, 5 Jul 1996 15:36:35 -0500 (CDT)
From: lsawyer@texas.net (Stagg's old mun)
Subject: Re: A NOTE ON YPAGES

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

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

"Bad ninteen fifties homosexual sterotype"
Kids in the Hall

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

"The Swiss are invadeing
The Tick

Date: Fri, 5 Jul 1996 16:04:24 -0600
From: xandur@rmci.net (Xandur)
Subject: Re: Hell hath no fury..................

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Date: Fri, 5 Jul 1996 19:45:00 -0400
From: Dave Crampton <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
Subject: Family Members

To all of my Kindred:

I propose a meeting to discuss our positions, ambitions, and power.
Weather this meeting be in Arangoth or in Detroit, I don't care. Respond to
me in private channels. It would be to your benifit to attend, my Kindred,
my Brethren.

Eternally Dark,

Stalker

--
Dave Crampton AKA Dark Vampyre

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

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

Date: Fri, 5 Jul 1996 20:07:36 -0700
From: kb5uuo@ix.netcom.com (Timothy McKee )
Subject: Re: Hell hath no fury..................

Date: Fri, 5 Jul 1996 23:26:44 -0400
From: DeWitten@aol.com
Subject: Re: Hell hath no fury..................

**opens the mail from kb5uuo@ix.netcom.com (Timothy McKee) only to see that
it is utterly, completely, and especially, empty....he shakes the email
envelope only to see that there is nothing there at all....**

is this some sort of sick joke? i get all hyper cause i get to open
another email and *sniff* im....im *tricked* by tsome *sniff*
heartless....*sniffle* i...i cant go on...

**runs off, weeping between maddened giggles**

StEvE

Date: Sat, 06 Jul 1996 13:16:51
From: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (Queen of Arangoth)
Subject: Ode to ..um..well what just popped in my head...

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

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

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

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

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

The ears that hear only silence
but the heart that hears the song
The soul awaits it's destiny
The being soon to be where it belongs
****************************************************************************
*****************************
Her Royal Majesty
AngelSin aka
Alysia Draconoris Muthoris Vostanoth
Queen of Arangoth
May our souls be blessed and our land be rich with love, peace and prosperity
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Date: Sat, 6 Jul 1996 09:25:01 -0500
From: dee@southwind.com (Elysiad and ALAQRB)
Subject: Re: Hell hath no fury..................

Elysiad opens the email of the one called (Timothy McKee). She looks in
the envelope three or four time. "How Anti-CLIMATIC," as she sighs deeply,
"perhaps is was a PREMATURE EMAILUATION. So typical of these foolish mortal
men these days."

ALAQRB shambles in as only he can, "Something of worth pet?"

Elysiad turns to ALAQRB and smiles as only she can, "No, nothing of
IMPOTENCE. Just typical mortal INFERTILITY." Elysiad walks to ALAQRB and
wraps her arms around him seductively. ALAQRB slides his hands down
Elysiad's....

*****THIS HAS BEEN EDITED OUT DUE TO THE EXESSIVE SEXUAL CONTENT *****

Elysiad walks away smiling at ALAQRB as she puts her clothes back on.

ALAQRB turns to the mortal who wrote that email, "Thank you mortal
(Timothy McKee), I enjoyed your letter IMMENSELY. Good day."

Date: Sat, 6 Jul 1996 12:09:23 -0700 (MST)
From: jmwace@primenet.com (Stan)
Subject: an oath

Aystan pulled his hair back and brushed the strands of loose hair
from his face. He glanced up at the great Castle Black that towered in the
distance. He bowed his head and unsheathed his blade. The young paladin then
thrust Lumina, his Holy Avenger, into the ground. He rested his right hand
on her hilt and proceeded to then kneel down and close his eyes. " Your
Majesty, the great king Blkdragon of Arangoth... I know not if you know me,
but I have vowed to protect you and her highness... The Asyrians must pay
for their treachery... The queen will be rescued and return unharmed. I
would vow this to you personally, but I know I'm nay allowed in thy castle..."
Aystan stands slowly and looks at the castle. " I wish to help ye
m'lord... For I'm sure to fail alone... But, how can a lowly warrior as
myself join up with the elite army of a great king?" Aystan sighed heavily.
" I know I'm unworthy to join you m'leige, but, I have nothing other than my
sword to offer as help... No matter what your general's decision is, whether
to allow me to join the army or not, I'll still fight for the glory of
Arangoth, and for Queen Angelsin..."
He then sheathed his blade and gazed at the sunset. " Soon the evils
will leave this land... Arangoth will emerge victorious!"
He stood looking onward, his dark hair swaying gently in the wind. A
smile came across his young face when he saw the beauty of the realm from
his high position. " This land is worth dying for... For its people and the
safety of their children... "
The paladin turned around and slowly walked away, pondering his next
move.

Date: Sat, 06 Jul 1996 14:36:43 -0500
From: Brad Plumb <palpatine@earthlink.net>
Subject: Re: Post names of the Asri (Long version)

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

> She let the thought trail off, there would be plently of time
>for thoughts of death as the war
>progresses. She had to think of a way for all this confusion to be
>avoided. Perhaps a wanted
>poster, printing all of the known Asri names. Quickning stood up and
>went to Horace, who was
>the bar keep for this eve.
> "Horace," Quick asked "Do ya have pen and parchment handy?"
> "Aye." Said Horace. Then he went work cleaning some mugs.
> Quick sighed loudly "Well can I barrow some?" Horace smirked and
>retrieved a paper and
>parchment from the behind the bar. Quickning took the pen and parchment.
>Then blinked. "Uh
>Horace, do ya have any Ink?"
> Horace gave her a sly smile. "Weeell, there's the rub...Ink will
>cost ya." Quick rolled her
>eyes and paid Horace a silver. Once Horace had gotten the out the ink
>she set to work.
>
>She wrote: To Warden OneStab
> Would you please post the Names of know Asri. That may ease some of
>the tension in the
>city of Arangoth. This will be for the higher good of Arangoth as well
>as the patrons of the
>BLKDRAGON inn.
>
> Arangoth Forever,
> Storm Quickning.
> (Insert a big flourish here )
>
>
>
>
>
>
>>From the Stolen Pen and Twisted Mind of
>Quickning
>
Uhhh well actually the asyri are an entire kingdom, unless you just want
the names of Asyri characters.
BrAd PlUmB
Silvan of Shadowdale
"Yes sir before joining the Royal Space force I admit to being nowhere at
all." - Wings of Honnemaise
"The only thing I fear, is Keyser Soze" - The Usual Suspects
"The greatest weapon of the fascist is the tolerance of the pacifist" -
Suicidal Tendencies
"Ours is the kingdom of steel" - ManOwar

Date: Sat, 06 Jul 1996 23:16:32
From: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (Queen of Arangoth)
Subject: The Negotiations begin....

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

::Angel's eyes widen with disgust leaning up off the ground ..Narisa stands
there silent with her head
looking at her feet..pale and still in shock over Spectre::
::Angel looks at them both:: "Oh, how romantic" her words drip with
sarcasm. "Shall I make sure that when Blk gets here and destroys every last
one o' ye that ye are both buried side by side?"

****************************************************************************
*****************************
Her Royal Majesty
AngelSin aka
Alysia Draconoris Muthoris Vostanoth
Queen of Arangoth
May our souls be blessed and our land be rich with love, peace and prosperity
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Date: Sat, 6 Jul 1996 21:06:46 -0400
From: bkdragon@iac.net (Black)
Subject: ::The Batle to come:::

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

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

Date: Sun, 7 Jul 1996 00:33:54 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
Subject: Re: ::The Batle to come:::

*Simon knocks on the Castle Door..*

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

*Simon, Fireice, and now Empress Viskaya stand outside the castle walls...
Simon, having long been close with BlkDragon, sends him a thought..: "I
can help you find AngelSin, but, I need your help for us to succeed."

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

SimnFenix, Viskaya, and FireIce

On Sat, 6 Jul 1996, Black wrote:

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

Date: Sun, 07 Jul 1996 03:46:00 -0400
From: Ash <phantom@atomic.net>
Subject: Myn to the rescue..er something..

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

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

Looking at Menolly pleadingly Myn starts to cry..

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

*Myn shakes harder, Menolly's limp body moving beneath her small hands*

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

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

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

Date: Sun, 7 Jul 1996 03:48:32 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
Subject: Re: The Negotiations begin....

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

*Fireice watches Simon with concern...*

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

*Simon looks over to Fireice..*

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

*FireIce shakes her head....*

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

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

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

*Looks down...*

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

*Turns to see if Blkragon has responded?*

SimnFenix and FireIce

Date: Sun, 07 Jul 1996 05:39:25 -0500
From: Jimmie Bragdon <jimmie@io.com>
Subject: The Hunt Begins

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Date: Sun, 07 Jul 1996 10:41:31
From: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (Queen of Arangoth)
Subject: A Bargain is struck...

:Angel's eyes widen with disgust..Narisa stands there silent with her head
looking at her feet..pale and still in shock over Spectre::
::Angel looks at them both:: "Oh, how romantic" her words drip with
sarcasm."Shall I make sure that when Blk gets here and destroys every last
one o' ye that ye are both buried side by side?"

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

::Angel's eyes widen as her mouth is covered.. Her stomache drops..**Blk
please..hurry..I shall take my own life and that of this child before I let
one of those swines take my body** she thinks

::Narisa doesn't fight her guard..instead she stares off into seemingly no
where..a single tear making it's way down her cheek::

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

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

Xandur cuts her off, raising his own gauntlet to her mouth. "BLKDRAGON is a
threat, but Asyr is not without weapons to cope. He will die as the rest,
when we are ready." Xandur's grip tightened around Dellila, his palm pinning
her lips to her teeth just painfully. "As for marriage," the Prefect grins
wryly, hiding truths about Asyri culture obviously unknown to this
wonderfully talented and naive prey, "I accept. But only ~after~ the
Arangoth campaign successfully complete. Until then, my betrothed, the Queen
and her sister need escorts to Avandil. They will be secure there."
Lowering his hand from her lips, he concludes, "I bid you accompany our
'guests' to my city. The guards," he signals two restraining Angel and
Narisa, "go as well. Make haste, Dellila, our enemies will be searching for
their Queen."

::Dellila smiles, estatic she bows low to Xandur:: "As you wish M'lord"
::Inside she reels with delight..**Your Destiny is coming Dellila...soon ye
will have all the power ye so deserve.**her mind whirls :.She spins around
on her heel and leads the guards out of the tent..:

::As Angel is moved she manages to free her mouth from the guards glove and
screams over her shoulder:: "Xandur! I'll see you in Hell!!!!"

****************************************************************************
*****************************
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: Mon, 08 Jul 1996 00:23:48
From: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (Queen of Arangoth)
Subject: Back at Castle Black....

::The guards lower the drawbridge and march out:: "Oh" one says "Ye ain't an
Asry..good eve Sir Simon...da king ain't here..he's off searchin for da
Queen and da princess...now tain't safe round these parts for ye and the
lady" nods to Fireice.

::The guards turn and march back into the castle bringing the drawbridge
back up::
****************************************************************************
*****************************
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: Sun, 7 Jul 1996 19:20:48 -0700 (MST)
From: jmwace@primenet.com (Stan)
Subject: Castle

Aystan stood for awhile in the distance of Castle Black, undecided whether
to dare approuch the great castle. He sighed and shake his head, " If I'm to
be of any help to his majesty, I'll need to visit his estate and hold an
audiance with him..."
The paladin nodded and begin his journey to the castle. As he
approuched the walls of the castle, he spotted two figures in the distance.
Unaware of who they were, he stepped forward catiously. He could distinguish
that one was a male and the other a female. Aystan moved silently forward,
watching the two carefully. He then recognized the male to be Simnfenix, but
he could not recognize the woman.
He then smiled and approuched the two. As he approuched them, he
noticed that Simon lowered his head and spoke to the woman. He said, "Even
so, I cannot help but feel helpless in all this..."
Aystan walked up to the two and smiled. "Well Met Simon! I'm unsure
if you remember me, but I was at thy wedding... I'm here to see if I can be
of any help to the king..."
He then turned to face the door, wondering how he would be allowed
to enter the great castle. " I'm afraid I'm nay royal enough to enter. But,
I hope the king will allow me to assist him..." turns to face Simon and
asks," So, what brings you here m'lord?"

Date: Sun, 7 Jul 1996 20:17:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: StevE <misanthrope@earthlink.net>
Subject: changed my addy and etc...

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

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

Date: Mon, 8 Jul 1996 00:17:09 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
Subject: Re: Castle

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

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

*Simon turns to FireIce...* "FireIce, this is Aystan, I believe you may
remember him geing at the Wedding?"

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

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

*Simon turns back to Aystan...* "You seek Entry with us? I doubt you
need our Escort to gain admittance, though I admit it seems to take quite
an amount to gain his Majesty's attantion nowadays.. Not surprising as his
mind is preoccupied, and... cluttered...."

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

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

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

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

*Simon finishes her statement, unsure as to the presence of other ears...*

*Simon turns again to the Castle....*

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

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

SimnFenix and FireIce

Date: Sun, 7 Jul 1996 22:41:41 -0700 (MST)
From: jmwace@primenet.com (Stan)
Subject: Entrance?

Aystan smiles slightly at Simon's words. " You have great wisdom
m'lord... As for faith, I know we will be victorious... After all, good
always truimphs over evil in the end... Tis fate you know!"
Turns to face Fireice and bows " A pleasure to meet you m'lady...
Forgive m'rudeness for not introducing m'self. I'm Aystan Silveron...
Paladin of Tyr."
Stands up and glances towards the door, waiting and hoping it would
open soon. "hmm... I wonder what is taking the guards so long..."

Date: Mon, 8 Jul 1996 02:40:14 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
Subject: Re: Entrance?

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

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

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

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

*Fireice stands Adamant.*

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

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

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

*BlkDragon steps forth from the Castle to oversee Simon's capture...*

*Simon turns again to Fireice and Aystan....*

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

*FireIce hesitates...*

"But, What of Viskaya, your Wife?"

*Simon ponders for a moment...*

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

*Fireice and Aystan hastily depart as the guards click the chackles over
Simon's wrists, ankles, and wings....*

SimnFenix, Fireice, and Aystan.

Date: Mon, 8 Jul 1996 06:21:29 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
Subject: Re: Entrance?

ATtENTION PLEASE!!!

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

SimnFenix

Date: Mon, 08 Jul 1996 08:05:37 -0700
From: Quickning <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>
CC: Rhiannonn <stefanie@rt66.com>, CedKnight <Biddlej@ix.netcom.com>
Subject: Quicks Planning

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

::Quickning's Beach on the shores of Arangoth::

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

Date: Mon, 8 Jul 1996 14:44:23 -0400 (EDT)
From: Syl <petal@earthlink.net>
Subject: The Saga of the Ruatha
Cc: kaejo@camalott.com

From: starcry@mont.mindspring.com
X-Sender: starcry@pop.mont.mindspring.com
Date: Mon, 08 Jul 1996 13:10:41 -0400
To: petal@earthlink.net
Subject: The Saga of the Ruatha

::::::::::::::During the earlier morning hours as the moon was slowly
descending into the horizon, and the sun was beginning to peek out from over
the Mountains of Arangoth.....::::::::

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

Greetings Lord Ruatha;

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

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

Do not fail us, Ruatha......Fore we are sure the Splynn would greatly
enjoy your wife becoming a Blind warrior woman.....will allow you to dream
as what your child will be trained as if you try to decieve us again in any
manner.

Sunaj Clan of Atlantis

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

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

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

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

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

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

Date: Mon, 08 Jul 1996 14:44:46 -0500
From: Brad Plumb <palpatine@earthlink.net>
Subject: Re: general

At 06:22 PM 7/8/96 -0700, you wrote:
> Aystan turned to face Simon after the guards had left. " Sir... It
>appears we are too late to do anything here at the castle... perhaps we best
>visit Lady Lysira? she is a General afterall..."
> He turned to face the castle and sighed heavily. He then spoke, "
>I'm nay sure where to find her... could you help me out sir? We are needed
>and must help out the king..."
> " The guards are right... too many dangers lies waiting around
>here... we best be leaving... where are you two heading?" He asked with a
smile.
>
>
Silvan overhearing jumps from a tree overhead. I can take ye to Lysira. We
Gaiscioch reside with her in Arankeep, if ye wish to meet her follow me.
BrAd PlUmB
Silvan of Shadowdale
"Yes sir before joining the Royal Space force I admit to being nowhere at
all." - Wings of Honnemaise
"The only thing I fear, is Keyser Soze" - The Usual Suspects
"The greatest weapon of the fascist is the tolerance of the pacifist" -
Suicidal Tendencies
"Ours is the kingdom of steel" - ManOwar

Date: Mon, 08 Jul 1996 16:55:20 -0400
From: Zantoth Dryanthos <merikus@ix.netcom.com>
Subject: Re: Back at Camp

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

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

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

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

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

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

Date: Mon, 8 Jul 1996 15:06:41 -0600
From: xandur@rmci.net (Xandur)
Subject: Re: Back at Camp

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

~D

Date: Mon, 8 Jul 1996 17:32:35 -0500
From: Mickey <kaejo@camalott.com>
Subject: BlackFens: Under new ownership

::the sound of vials clinking and paper rustling is heard as Kaejo packages
the last of his "personal items"....Kaejo then looks to the walls around him
and sighs:: Oh well....wasn't much of a place anyways

::That day a messenger arrives in Asyr's capitol and seeks out Xandur::
The Message States...:

You now have ownership of the Castle Blackfens.
hoorah..
The sceptre in the courtyard will signify you as Lord of the Blackfens.
Keep the place clean, ok?

Date: Mon, 8 Jul 1996 18:22:19 -0700 (MST)
From: jmwace@primenet.com (Stan)
Subject: general

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

Date: Tue, 9 Jul 1996 00:59:12 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
Subject: Re: general

*Simon turned to Aystan...*

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

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

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

*Simon gazes skyward, chanting one of his many spells, wincing a bit, as
he no longer posesses the massive amounts of Poer he had before... Slowly,
his form begins to change...*

SimnFenix

Date: Tue, 9 Jul 1996 09:24:38 -0600
From: onestab@rmci.net (OneStab)
Subject: ((Permission to play))

OOC:

Dear fellow gamers,

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

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

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

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

Thanks all, have a great day!
Darren

Date: Tue, 9 Jul 1996 10:21:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: StevE <misanthrope@earthlink.net>
Subject: ScarecroW's Demands

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

As the sun rises over Arangoth, its rays slip over the front of the
Arangothian Church...there, posted with a rusty spike, flutters a piece of
yellowed parchment, addressed as such...

To Kylus Dragonsbane, or messenger thereof,

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

Zhurilnir the Scarecrow

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

Date: Tue, 9 Jul 1996 10:35:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: StevE <misanthrope@earthlink.net>
Subject: kwestyon

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

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

does anyone remember anyone else? =/

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

Date: Tue, 09 Jul 1996 14:08:08 -0500
From: Isea Nightfall <deanna3@airmail.net>
Subject: Re: Sure is quiet in here...

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

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

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

Date: Tue, 09 Jul 1996 14:13:25 -0500
From: Isea Nightfall <deanna3@airmail.net>
Subject: Re: Happy Independence Day!

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

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

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

Date: Tue, 9 Jul 1996 15:20:15 -0500
From: cullen@net-link.net (Cullen Stevenson)
Subject: Re: ScarecroW's Demands

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

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

Date: Tue, 09 Jul 1996 16:23:27 -0400
From: Ash <phantom@atomic.net>
Subject: Captives & Captures

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

Even though she was in a hurry, Erica took a few more minutes than
needed in toying with the preist, but after all, she could afford them. She
had tricked Daedil into being her captive as well, tricked him into going
peacefully, minus most of his clothes albeit, but peacefully into his prison
with the airy thoughts of his love being set free.
Nearly laughing at the thoughts that he _trusted_ her, or scarecrow,
Erica finished up the last of her nightly tasks and began her spell to take
her to the prisoners.

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

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

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

*Inside the Cell*

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

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

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

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

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

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

**ScarecroWs Base of Operations**

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

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

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

Erica practically fumes with anger waiting her reply.

(( :) Have a lovely day folks! :) ))

~* Ash *~

Date: Tue, 9 Jul 1996 16:09:25 -0600
From: xandur@rmci.net (Xandur)
Subject: Battle at SoulDeep

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

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

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

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

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

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

Date: Tue, 9 Jul 1996 18:34:35 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
Subject: Re: Battle at SoulDeep

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

*Simon summons his helpers, preparing to Rock the Asyr once and for
all...*

SimnFenix

Date: Tue, 09 Jul 1996 15:36:06 -0700
From: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: Re: Battle at SoulDeep

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

Thanks..

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Date: Tue, 09 Jul 1996 19:56:57 -0500
From: Isea Nightfall <deanna3@airmail.net>
Subject: School Schedual

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

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

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

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

Date: Tue, 9 Jul 1996 18:54:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: StevE <misanthrope@earthlink.net>
Subject: Re: Captives & Captures

Scarecrow looks to her with an irritated sigh... ~^*Erica, you were
foolish enough to let the mage stay conscious..for this alone i should
punish *you* ... and then you have the arrogance to come back to me and
state a threat? i seriously think it is time for us to have a
"discussion".... *^~
His empty eyesockets glow as the little blkdragon*inn camera that lets
people read this (heheh) starts to run low on batteries, the only thing it
catches is him moving towards her and jerking her from the floor by her
hair, throwing her into a wall...

(good nuff reply ash? =) cause im starving and my mac and cheese is just
*screaming* for me heheh)
o/~ Can you imagine
for a second
doing anything
you ever wanted to?
Well thats just what i do,
so hooray for me,
and fluff you! o/~

Date: Tue, 9 Jul 1996 19:03:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: RangerBlue <rangerblue@earthlink.net>
Subject: The Dragon Spires Expedition
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, merikus@ix.netcom.com, SirCathay@aol.com,
Swiftsilvr@aol.com, Tyntigal@aol.com, Vahnia@aol.com, Vettexx@aol.com,
Rosesblush@aol.com, PottsceX@aol.com, Onestab@rmci.net,
stefanie@rt66.com

To the beleagured citizens of Arangoth:

Loreil has come into possession of some intelligence concerning a possible
supply/weapon cache in the abandoned tunnels and mine shafts of the Dragon
Spires, north of Arangoth. Asyri forces, hampered by the continuous rains in
your country, have not yet been able to get to the Dragon Spires to retrieve
possible supplies located there.

We are asking all available Wardens and any interested citizens to come with
us on a scouting expedition to the Dragon Spires this Saturday night, July
13, at 9:30 ((EDT)). We will meet at an encampment north of the Castle
((meet in Channel #castle*camp)) to organize, and then leave for the Dragon
Spires at 10 ((EDT.))

Please be warned, friends, that this expedition, though not close to known
Asyri troops, could be dangerous. The Dragon Spires tunnels are not mapped.
It is possible that the Asyri have placed traps to protect any army
supplies. In addition, it is known that the tunnels and abandoned mine
shafts have often provided shelter for dragons and other creatures best left
undisturbed.

However, if we are successful, we can handicap the entire Asyri army by
destroying supplies which they might well have counted on to continue the war.

Think carefully before signing on for this expedition. But if you are able
to serve Arangoth in this way, it will do you honor and the Wardens will be
grateful for your aid.

Please write to me by Friday if you would like to participate. Thank you.

With respect,
RangerBlue
Sovereign of Loreil
First Warden

Date: Tue, 9 Jul 1996 22:24:08 -0400
From: dshade@alpha.pulsar.net (Dave Soltys)
Subject: Here to stay... (for awhile at least)

Some people have seen me from time to time in the Inn and wondering
around, but for now my mun has found some time to stay awhile and so I'll be
trying to bring some of my old characters back to play.
I got to give Angel (aka Andie) credit. She has done wonders since
last Fall and this place has had some great turnout compared to the small
band of brave IRC freeformers last summer.
So off to OOCLand for now and watch out for new players in the plots...

*************************************************************
****/-*********__***** A Master of the "Point", *
***/ \*******/******* A Player with Shadow and Light, *
**/__ /REAM***\******* Royal Magi to the Crown of Arangoth. *

************__/HADE*** A Dreamweaver of the Northern Plains *
*************************************************************
((Oh and the mun is Dave, Royal Pain in the Rear to his friends.))
"To see a world in a grain of sand, and a heaven in a wildflower."
-William Blake
"Reality is what you make of it." - Unknown
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." -Some wise old sage

Date: Tue, 9 Jul 1996 23:30:39 -0400
From: dshade@alpha.pulsar.net (Dave Soltys)
Subject: The Northern Plains...

Void... Darkness... A silent whisper of air... A faint sloosh of
water...

A BLINDNESS OF WHITE OBLITERATING THE DARKNESS!!!
A dancing wisp of vaperous branches radiating brilliant oranges,
greens, and blues reaching into the watery reflection illuminated below and
fingering the white-speckled caps floating in the reflection.
A PEIRCING OF THE EAR DRUMS BY A KNIFE OF STABBING CRASHES!!!
A rolling beat of mountains crashing as the air gave to the flash of
plasmatic prismatic. lightening in the distance.

The clouds roll swift under many bright hues as the shiny ice-strewn
sea of dark hues stretches before the eye to meet the horizen. The
lightening splitting the ice like a knife through butter as the air glows
under the energy of its heat.
DreamShade stares out upon the ocean before him admiring the
fireworks with an almost childish wonder. He looks down upon the small
ice-strewn rocky beach far below as the rocky cliffs ascend to unknowable
heights. He turns from the scene to stare into a small sparce room whose
crystalline walls reflect the many flashes from the outside scene. Laughs
for a second staring to a dark corner.
"Sh'Lou why are thou so afraid... I have nay seen a feline filled
with so much fear... especially one of your ability and talent. Tis nay but
the seasonal wonder of the Firy Monsoons..."
The four-legged figure shrouded in darkness looks up slowly with a
green penetrating stare and glaring at DreamShade for a brief moment.
"Hey... you came up of your freewill my friend... I did not trick thee
at all... I told you tis would be brilliant is it not. The most brilliant
work of nature yee will see..."
A crash rumbles through the room shaking the rocky foundations...
The panther leaps up and pads swiftly across the room and past Dream
fading under a faint aurora of bluishgray and giving its form to the shadows...
"Well go hide than and nay come back..."
DreamShade turns to the armageddon at his back, and stares.
Speaks his thoughts.
"Tis I feel it is time... I sense it has worsened..."
DreamShade turns from the armageddon at his back and heads for a
small faintly lit rounded doorway.

***************************************************************

Shadows play of a dark wall shelved with many mysterious items as a
firy light cast form to the darkness...
DreamShade looks up from a small plush chair set in a small quaint
set of tables and chairs...
DreamShade approaches the dark wall and searches the shelves until
he stops.
He smiles slyly. "Tis yee are still here... To think I almost forgot..."
He pulls a small ebony box from the shelf with a highy detailed
geometric design across the top and sets it on the table...
DreamShade taps the side of the box and pushes at the top causing
movement in the pattern that shifts and moves to form a square...
He watches the box slowly open as a faint red aurora grabs at his
sly grin...
He reaches........

*************************************************************
****/-*********__***** A Master of the "Point", *
***/ \*******/******* A Player with Shadow and Light, *
**/__ /REAM***\******* Royal Magi to the Crown of Arangoth. *

************__/HADE*** A Dreamweaver of the Northern Plains *
*************************************************************
((Oh and the mun is Dave, Royal Pain in the Rear to his friends.))
"To see a world in a grain of sand, and a heaven in a wildflower."
-William Blake
"Reality is what you make of it." - Unknown
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." -Some wise old sage

Date: Tue, 9 Jul 1996 23:44:39 -0400
From: Kylus Dragonsbane <kylus@soho.ios.com>
Subject: GENERAL ANNOUNCEMENT

((Just as a note I would like to let everyone know that I'll be on vacation
from July 13th to the 26th---any weddings already set of this week I'll be
happy to do but I can't really set anymore for now :) I'll be happy to
schedule any for after the 30th of the month...the other option is to find
another priest/priestess ;) Sorry if this messes things up, folks. ))

Patrick~
Kylus' Mun

Date: Tue, 09 Jul 1996 20:51:46 -0700
From: tkayer@dvsdghse.com
Subject: Re: kwestyon

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

Date: Wed, 10 Jul 1996 00:18:32 -0400
From: Kylus Dragonsbane <kylus@soho.ios.com>
Subject: Preparations....

>Date: Tue, 09 Jul 1996 23:46:18
>To: blackdragon@bnbcomp.net
>From: Kylus Dragonsbane <kylus@soho.ios.com>
>Subject: Preparations....
>
>Kylus stares at the door the to the Church, his face devoid of expression,
his white eyes gazing at the withered parchment on its rusted spike...a lich
wants the contents of the Vault--a dark and evil treasure trove of cursed
and malignant objects placed in there so they would NEVER be able to be used
again by the Dark Powers...
>
>And now a leader steeped in those powers wants the contents of the
Vault...and he's taken Skylar and Daedil to get them.
>
>The blue-green jewel in Kingarhn, Kylus' smart-ass holy sword, flickers
rapidly, and Kylus pats the blade lightly.
>"No, old friend," he says quietly, his eyes still on the door to the
Church, "We can't go jumping into this one alone...we already made that
mistake...the first time hurt bad..the second time almost killed." He shifts
his weight onto his left leg, and grits his teeth a little as pain shoots
through his knee--his payment for being foolish and engaging the lich alone.
>~* Then what DO we do? *~ Kingarhn's voice came into his head.
>"I do not know...but first we'd best make sure the Vault is secure." With
that, the paladin ripped the withered parchment off the door and tossed the
stake to the ground, then went inside.
>
>The interior of the Church was quiet, but that was normal. The morning sun
was leaking through some of the stained-glass windows on the east side.
Kylus walked in, stepping across the Great Seal in the ground, and heading
into the back room of the Church. Inside that room was another door, to
which only he had the key. Speaking a few words and unlocking the door,
Kylus walked down a cramped flight of stairs and coughed as dust flew up
when he stepped on the ground.
>Before him, a massive set of stone doors stands strong and almost blend in
with the wall. They have no markings on them, save for a large infinity sign
that divides in half were the doors to open.
>Kylus sighs, and places a hand on the door. He begins to chant in low,
gutteral symbols, the expression on his face showing that he obviously does
NOT like opening this stone portal.
>He speaks the last word, and the doors give a great heave, as if they too
were reluctant to move. The stones begin to slide, and slowly they creak
open. A great THUD announces that the doors have opened completely, and
Kylus braces himself for what he knows is about to come....almost
immediately, a wave a nausea hits him as the evil of the items in the Vault
washes over him--so thick its almost tangible--like a stream of polluted
water. Kylus rubs his temples and makes his way over to the only spot in
this sea of evil that he can stand--the place where he gathered the items of
good that somehow found their way into the Vault. Once there, he looks at
the meager amount of items he has that could be used against the lich--if he
had people to wield them, and if he dared strike while his daughter and her
love are his captives...and then something that he didn't notice before
catches Kylus' eye. A scroll case, and next to it on the floor, a small
round pebble-like object that looked like an unpolished agate--not an
ordinary stone though, for the evil it radiated made all the other objects
in here look like mere trinkets. Kylus shuddered and took the scroll case
quickly, then left the vault before another wave of malignance could turn
his stomach more.
>Once outside, the paladin murmured some words and the doors to the Vault
groaned and shut, quickly and without the drama of their opening. Kylus
checked to make sure the wards were in place then ascended the staircase and
locked the door. Once things were sealed properly, Kylus opened the scroll
case and blinked as he saw various wizard and clerical spells...spells of
protection, designed to defend the items they were cast upon. Some of them,
Kylus knew, but he wasn't sure if he could cast them.
>
>Kingarhn flickered again, and Kylus smiled a little.
>"If I had my way Kingarhn, _I_ wouldn't go back in there....I'll make sure
not to take you there again...come on, we have a lot of work to do."
>
>Kylus locked the back room, and kneeled before the altar for a few moments,
lost in a silent and pleading prayer to his God that no matter what happens,
Paladine does all He can to allow the semblance of a family he has here in
Arangoth come out of it alive....
>
>After which, Kylus locks the Church and walks down the path to his cabin on
the edge of the forest, he walks in quietly and takes a moment to examine
the new, flat piece of slate he put in front of his door, with the runes of
a blessing upon it.
>
>"Maybe THAT will keep that soul-damned drow away from here," he mutters to
himself, knowing it doesn't really matter. The paladin walks inside and
heads for his bedroom in the back, taking a minute to look at the empty room
across from his that belongs to Skylar. Kingarhn flickers again, this time,
the jewel seems annoyed.
>
>~* If you keep that up, you'll NEVER get through this, Kylus! Sheesh! You
mortal humanoids! Always so dramatic!*~
>
>Kylus smiles a little and goes into his room. He looks on the table and
spies two more reminders of the friends--the family--that he prays are safe:
a small pendant that he made for Skylar, of the Night of the Eye on Krynn,
when the three moons aligned in an eclipse; and a small red leather-bound
book with words of magic written in it for Daedil--something else he found
in the Vault. Kylus takes these objects, and places them in his pouch. He
sees the blood on the pendant he had given Sky a few days ago, and his mouth
and eyes harden. He turns to a large wooden cabinet, built into the wall,
and unlocks a small lock on it. Inside, a battle shield and gleaming suit of
full plate hangs on a stand, both bearing the crest of the Ghosthunters-a
broken scythe in a circle of blue. Kylus looks at the scroll case, and the
armor and sighs.
>
>"Once a Ghosthunter, always a Ghosthunter," he whispers to himself, "Come
on Kingarhn, old friend. We do it one last time..."
>
>
>
>
>((Sorry for the length, but I have a problem with short =) If anyone has a
question about Kylus' past as a Ghosthunter, more of it is explained in his
bio on the web page ;) ))
>

Date: Wed, 10 Jul 1996 07:28:24 -0700
From: Quickning <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>
Subject: Dont read this.

(( It's a joke you've all heard so it you must read...you've been
warned! Just like i've been warned no to post oneliners))

One Day a piecie of string walks in the The BlkDragon inn, and
takes a seat at the bar. Horace, who is always bitter, twists up his
face saying. "Hey you string! We don't serve you kind in here! Get Out!"
The string pouted for a moment and then left.
The string sat on a bench across from the inn. He watched the
patrons enter and exit. He saw humans, elves, vampires, werewolves,
dragons, faries, kenders, kobolds, chia men and other asorted creatures.
Granted, he saw no other strings but he wondered why only he would not
be allowed. He gatherd up his corage and re-entered the inn.
Horace say him immedatly and glared. "I thought i told you to
Get OUT!" The string freaked out and ran out. He retuned to his bench.
The string thought for a while. A small light bulb flashed above his
head. He twisted himself into a not and messed up his hair, then walked
triumphantly into the inn.
Horace gave him a double take and said. "Hey, are you a string?"
"Fraid knot." he replied.

((Remember you were warned i was just testing my email sig. Thanks.))

>From the Stolen Pen and Twisted Mind of,
Storm Quicking,
Guild Vice Commander of
@}--}--The DarkRose Legion--{--{@

Date: Wed, 10 Jul 1996 07:37:23 -0700
From: Quickning <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>
CC: Rhiannonn <stefanie@rt66.com>
Subject: We await the call...

Quickning strolled into the BLKDragon inn with Mav the little
firedrake perched on her
shoulder. She scanned room and when she found a seculded booth she sat.
Mav then hopped
down to the table. "So," Quickning said in mindspeak, "do you think you
can make the
connecntion with Rhinnon from here." Mav looked up at her and nodded.
"Here is where I made contact with her last time... I should be
able to raise her again."
Mav closed his draconic eyes for a moment, then half openned them. His
now blank eyes stared of
into space as his mind search for any sign of Rhiannon's. Quickning then
closed her eyes using the
impression between her and Mav to project her thoughts."
"Rhiannon" She called mentally, "my team is ready...for your
rescue.....Rhiannon? You
need only give the word."

((OOC time!: Were'er ready when you are you guys...any night after 9pm
is fine by me! Mail me
back or tell me when you see me in the inn. I got everybody ready
pretty much.))

--
From the Stolen Pen and Twisted Mind of,
Storm Quicking,
Guild Vice Commander of
@}--}--The DarkRose Legion--{--{@

Date: Wed, 10 Jul 1996 09:54:30 -0500
From: dee@southwind.com (Cindy Lou)
Subject: A NEW CHARACTER TO THE INN!
Cc: khayman@ccia.com

***BE IT KNOWN TO ALL WHO MAY READ THIS MISSIVE THAT THE CONTENTS HEREIN ARE
INDEED SHOCKING,AND ARE THE SOLE CREATION OF THE WARPED MIND OF A
NOT-FEELING-WELL DEE. I HEREBY ABSOLVE RICH/PENDRAKE/PSIONIC/ALAQRB OF ANY
RESPONSIBILITY FOR THE SHOCKING STORY YOU'RE ABOUT TO READ...ALTHOUGH HE DID
SORTA KIND THINK IT WAS A PRETTY KEWL IDEA!!! ****

That being said, on with the tale...

AdooDormay,AdooDormay, Christmas, Christmas, don't be late, hands clasped in
joyful Who Song...Delicious Who Pudding and Who Roast Beast...the tiny
tinkle of a stray Christmas ornament as it rolled into her room..The visions
rushed thru Cindy Lou's mind, as she tossed and turned in her
sleep...Sugarplums dancing merrily...Then suddenly, crushing,and covering
her with a icky gooey purple gak...

With a start,and a scream,Cindy Lou awoke,and looked around, orienting her
sleepy head with her surroundings..."DAMN HIM!", she cried.."DAMN THAT GRINCH!"
She rose from her bed, her long pink nightie now fitting her much like a
mini-skirt, those two cute little ponytails on either side of her head now
long enough to brush along her waist, and made her way to the rather old
looking dog with a large horn tied to his head, like a reindeer..."It's been
15 years now since that horrible night,puppy...15 long years of
nightmares...and terror...But we're gunna find that grinch,and we're gunna
make him pay...Yes,we are..." A cold smile crossed her lips, as she reached
over to pet the pup..."So,he returned the toys...And so, he fed me roast
beast! LIFE IN WHOVILLE JUST WASN'T THE SAME AFTER THAT! How dare he think
that just because he turned nice,he could just walk away and never be
punished for his misdeeds! Well,I'll show him, I will...CindyLou Who Will
never quit til she gets her Grinch...He's gonna pay,and he's gonna pay
dearly, for all he did to me,and all he did to you,too, pup..making you pull
that fake sleigh like that...Poor puppy"

With a final small pet to the pup,Cindy Lou stood,and made her way to a
table near her bed,and belted her mini-pink nightgown,and strapped on her
boots...no stockings...she hadn't worn stockings since that fateful night 15
years ago that THAT CREATURE,THAT AWFUL GRINCH, had stolen hers...a constant
reminder of his evil deeds,those deeds that had changed her life forever.
Cindy Lou cast a glance at a calendar near the table..."5 months, Pup..5
months til Christmas...5 months to find that damnable Grinch,bring him to
justice,and make him pay for all his deeds" Cindy Lou pointed at a map lying
on the table, "Arangoth...YES...that's a likely place for him to
strike...Arangoth..I think we'll have to pay the good people of Arangoth a
visit...and of course, the doctors aren't very likely to find me
there,either...Psycho? Post-traumatic stress order? ME? HAH! Little do they
know...if the Grinch had tried to ruin THEIR whoville, they might want
vengeance too!"

Cindy Lou strapped on her sword,and headed to the door,beckoning for her
pup..."Off to Arangoth,little pup...CindyLou Who, Grinch Exterminator
extraordinaire never stops still she gets her Grinch!"

*NOTE: My sincere apologies to Dr.Seuss..:)

Date: Wed, 10 Jul 1996 10:18:24 -0500 (CDT)
From: Kathy Stracener <merlin31@bihs.net>
Subject: The Search for the Child

((once again people, this is a pre-set plot, so don't jump in whether you
ask or not because it starts and ends right here))

*Tarma sighs as yet another missed day passes. She rises from a
restless slumber and pulls her robe on. "Yet another favor for that...
*sigh* large pain in the ass." She runs her fingers through her tangled
hair and heads for the shower.*

*several minutes later*

*She steps out of the steamy water and towels herself off, grumbling
to herself. "How many times to I have to do this shit for him? And for
_her_ before they stop asking and leave me the hell alone?!" She walks
through the hallways of the dark cavern back to her room. While there she
dresses and combs out her hair, pulling it back into a thick ponytail. She
takes one last look around her stone-walled room and turns toward the main
chamber of the cavern. "I just hope to hell I see this place again. For
their sakes... I had better." She walks through the main chamber and out
the oak door set into the once gaping maw of the cave. She turns toward the
RedFang bar and starts walking toward it.*

*Inside RedFang*

*Tarma shoves the door to the bar open and strides to the back of
the main room, toward DV's table. She stops just in front of the table and
closes her eyes. A huge blackportal begins to open in front of her.
"Well... here goes nothing...." She steps through the black portal and it
snaps shut behind her with an electric glare.*

*Walking the shadows*

*She steps through and looks around, sniffing the black shadowed air
cautiously. Shadows of no form and all forms at once cartwheel and streak
past her face, some laughing, some wailing, some on missions for cruel
masters. She concentrates and her skin darkens to black, placing her in and
among the shades. "Better to not be seen here...." Walking further, she
hears the sound of a child crying, and she turns her nose up to sniff for
its scent. She makes a disgusted face as she smells Chryss on the child.
She nods and walks toward the sound, stepping over and ducking under the
mindless shades. One jagged shadow darts toward her face, scraping soft
shadow claws at her eyes. She gasps in shock and ducks, spinning to watch
the shadow bobbing away, laughing. She glares at it shortly and turns to
continue toward the child. After walking nearly a mile, she spots a small
glimmer of light... a beacon in all the darkness. "That would be it... I'd
recognize the fae glow anywhere..." She walks toward the child, noticing
how all the shades shriek and run when they get too close. She walks
closer, and gradually makes her way to the child. The baby cries and swats
at the shades that get too close, screaming everytie they try to touch her
((I don't know if the child is a bot or a girl, so for all general purposes
in here, I'll make her a girl)). Tarma looks down at the wailing infant and
her face softens. "Poor girl... scared aren't you?" She picks the child up
and cradles her close. The baby stops screaming and gurgles softly into
Tarma's neck. Tarma turns with the child and walks back toward the entrance
she came from, rocking the child gently in her arms............*

((here's where it stops until I can finish up in an actual RP thingie with
Stalker and Chryss.... FYI, the child is theirs))

Date: Wed, 10 Jul 1996 10:28:30 -0500
From: dee@southwind.com (Dee and Rich)
Subject: A message from Ori..

Angel,

Ori asked me to let you know that she's having probs receiving the mailing list!

Thanks,Sorry to take up Bandwidth for this...

Dee :)

Date: Wed, 10 Jul 1996 11:23:04 -0500
From: Rue <deanna3@airmail.net>
Subject: A Little Treat

If any of you know my character Aylaishia and have heard the ayla.wav for her
entrance wav, you'll probably see how much it fits her. But it's just not that part that
fits her, the whole song does... So, out of a little random thought, I decided to post
the lyrics up here, for those of you who know her, to tell me what you think about them.
And the song is pretty freaky, I have people who tell me that... <G> It is the song
"Home" by Erasure. It can be found on track 10 of their "Chorus" CD, which is, at this
moment, my personal favorite. That and "Abba-esque." <G> Well... Here ya go!

I ain't never going home
'Cause I'm having a good time
I ain't never going home
'Cause my time is come

I'll wait for the winter
To lie at my door
White stretches out before me
Leads me to the hall

White circles play within my mind
Ices over and freezes life
Time will come, time will come, time will fall
Bringing the world to it's feet
Bringing the world to it's feet

I ain't never turning back
'Cause I've come this far
And I'm lost within my tracks
I will follow the north star

I'll wait till the springtime
Is breathing at my door
The wilderness before me
Heeds the lion's roar

White circles play within my mind
Ices over and freezes life
Time will come, time will come, time will fall
Bringing the world to it's feet
Bringing the world to her hands and her knees

I'll wait till the winter
Is lying at my door
Time stretches out before me
A stone's throw from the door

White circles play within my mind
Ices over and freezes life
Time will come, time will come, time will fall
Bringing the world to it's feet
Bringing the world to her hands and her feet

Bringing the world to her feet

Enjoy! <G>
--
Rue
http://www.io.com/~jimmie/kirsy/home.html

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

"Go ahead with your schemin'
And shop at home
You'll find treasure
While cookin' up bones
But the knife is sharp
You'd better watch that you don't cut your hands."
Chorus ~ Erasure (Chorus)

Date: Wed, 10 Jul 1996 19:12:29 -0400
From: bkdragon@iac.net (Black)
Subject: Re: Battle at SoulDeep

::Smiles wickedly:::

You can count on me being there to destroy your utterly foolish army.....

::chuckles and strides off::

Date: Wed, 10 Jul 1996 16:16:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: StevE <misanthrope@earthlink.net>
Subject: Re: kwestyon

YAY! i *knew* i had a few more out there!

Hellion -- tanar`ri-angel mercenary, practician of necromancy, now in the employ of Scarecrow due to knowledge of Kylus and Arangoth...

thanks Stagg and Silvan =)

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

Date: Wed, 10 Jul 1996 16:16:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: StevE <misanthrope@earthlink.net>
Subject: Re: Preparations....

(WOOHOOYEAH! Kylus finally gets down without getting funky...so pattie, with you leaving, do you want to put this whole thing on hold till you get back? cause the way this thing is looking, it would be a waste to end it really quickly...)

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

Date: Wed, 10 Jul 1996 17:11:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Syl <petal@earthlink.net>
Subject: The Ruatha, A New Lineage

From: starcry@mont.mindspring.com
X-Sender: starcry@pop.mont.mindspring.com
Date: Wed, 10 Jul 1996 18:37:51 -0400
To: petal@earthlink.net
Subject: The Ruatha, A New Lineage

::::As the air cooled within the room, where Menolly and Myn slept, three
figures watched from the shadows...semingly dicussing what was to be done
with them, thru their ability of telepathy....as the hours passed by...:::::

As the single ray of sunlight filtered into the room, Myn was awoken with
the thought that she was at home, but quickly realized it was just another
dream...as she looked from the bed where her and her mother had slepted, she
immediately noticed three individuals standing in the joining room,
seemingly talking to one another in a very strange and unknown language.
Myn rosed from the bed...landing softly onto the plush carpet and moved
across the floor to the doorway, as to get a better look at her and her
mother's captors....Myn quickly noticed each was dressed just like the bad
man, that was thought to be daddy's and momma's friend, but these ppl were
women, not men....her eyes studied them each closely....really wishing daddy
was here to rescue her and momma from these bad ppl. But no sooner had she
thought this that one of them turned and looked straight into her
eyes....Myn could not resist any of it....it felts as if her mind, was being
ripped open....she screamed out loud, as she became very dizzy, and her ears
began to ring real loud, her vision blurred...and the last thought in her
mind was..."Where's daddy...."

Menolly woke from her slumber in an instant at hearing her child scream
in sheer horror and pain...Menolly gasp with rage and shock, as she saw one
of those evil person's looming over her child..as Myn just continued to have
seizures on the floor...as drool and tears of blood oozed from her tightly
closed eyes.....Menolly rushed out of the bed...tackling the female captor
in an instant. As they both fell too the floor, Menolly begin slamming her
fist into the helmet of the captor..as bruises, and blood began to seep from
Menolly's fists, as she continued to cry, and scream, "Leave my child
alone!!! You evil creatures, I will kill you ALL!!!!!" Another of the
captors moved slowly over the Menolly, and snatched her up and off of the
one she was beating up, and tossed her heavily and hard into a nearby wall,
Menolly was tossed with such force that she smashed thru the wall into
joining bathroom in the next room, where she landed in the shower stall,
with a loud and body shattering *THUD*.....Menolly, still in a fury, tried
to raise from her new position...but only found that her left arm, and
several ribs had been broken severely from the impact of being thrown thru a
wall. Menolly..just sat there and began to weep even more........

One of the captors, stepped thru the hole in the wall, and snatched
Menolly upright by the her remaining hair, and carried her into the nearby
bedroom, where she was tossed onto the bed like a sack of potatoes...the
captor looked at Menolly, and then spoke, "Listen up, Female, we are in
control, if you value they life of your child, you will make no more
trouble, Understand!" Menolly just sighed softly, then spoke even though
its was slightly hard, "Harm my child again, and it take a 100 of you to
stop me from killing you!" The captor, chuckled slight, "My, you do have
some fire left in you after all, well let us open you husband does as he is
told, if Not.....well, how would you like it, if your child joined
us...hmmm....I think that would just make everything much better, dont
you...brother...", she turns to the shadows of the room, as Sun`zen steps
out of the shadows....

Sun`zen turns his eyes from Menolly to his sister, "Perhaps,
sister....you have a problem now". Sun's sister turns to him, "What do you
mean problem?" "Lord Ruatha, is trying to seek out the whereabouts of his
family...the pyramid gave him enough information to locate, it seems. "
Sister replies, "And now did he find the pyramid...Are you aiding him
Sun...because if you are, I am sure, your soon-to be wife would make a fine
addition as my slave!" "Leave her out of this, you promised! And i am not
aiding him, I have done everything as you have asked, but he is dedicated to
his wife and child, I am sure he will do as you order." "Well you better
make sure, take this scroll, on it, it explains what he is to do, in the
upcoming battle in Arangoth between the Asyri...explain to him, if he fails
us, then his child will be ours forever....and Oh yes, so he knows we arent
playing around, Sun`zen...." Sun's sister, turns back to Menolly...who is
slightly in shocked at learning about Sun, getting married, and can only
wonder as too who that might be...Sun's sister, graps, Menolly's left hand,
and pulls out a very sharp knife...and has the other two, female warriors
there, hold Menolly down, as two more warriors walk in and one of them lifts
Myn's coma like body up into her arms, and the other places a dagger to the
childs throat....Sun's sister speaks, "Menolly take one last look at your
child!" Menolly looks up...with tears in her eyes...as she seemingly pleads
with Sun`zen to do something anything, but he remains standing there at the
foot of the bed...looking at the floor....then Sun's sister, takes the
knife....and with a two quick and simple strokes....Menolly screams...as her
visions blurs in an instant, then darkness, falls over her...Sun allows a
single tear to drop from his eyes...at hearing Menolly scream, he looks to
see, that his sister has removed Menolly's eyes, and places them in a box,
and gives the box and the scroll to Sun.

"Brother, you best hurry along, I am sure her hubby, really wish to set
his eyes on Menolly's eyes again, really soon.....HHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"

Sun`zen steps into the shadows....and a crackle of blue energy seeps
outwardly...and he is gone...Sun's sisters, has the others clean the room
up, and then, in an instant two more Rifts in the Air form, and they all
disappear, with Menolly, and Myn again....

****************************************************************************
*********************
((just as note from menolly's mun: Aww Stephen did you have to remove her
eyes? Ewww! well ok Nolly is now without eyes))
-Sun`zen(former Sunaj)
{I'm am just a Simple Gardner, who enjoys removing a few "weeds" from the Lands}
Champion of BattleFest '96

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

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

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

Date: Wed, 10 Jul 1996 22:43:03 -0500 (CDT)
From: lsawyer@texas.net (lsawyer)
Subject: Re: Dont read this.

>kobolds, chia men and other asorted creatures.

*stagg and thews mun gets out a magazine scissors paper and some glue then
begins adding to the list*

Why you pluraling those just me and i never put a clone on at the same time
fer some reason oh well i really just felt like saying something in the list
so here it is ME saying something in the list it wasn't ment to pick on your
english

BLIPPLE BLIPPLE BLIPPLE BLA

okay if i didn't add my head would explode and there would be a very dealy
nuclear war around the planet so be thankfull for this cuz i had time but
didn't have nothing smart to say left with somethign stupid

Date: Thu, 11 Jul 1996 01:04:05 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
cc: rycher@grnet.com, mrset1@ix.netcom.com
Subject: New Beginnings...

*In Phoenix Castle, the portal to Phoenecia opens, and a troop of the most
powerful Phoenixes on Simon's homeworld enter...*

*One phoenix, a gleaming bird seemingly made of Onyx steps forward to
Simon and Empress Viskaya...*

"Your Majesties, We, the Lone of Phoenecia wish to Expand our Services to
our Kin, and stand at your side here in Arangoth.."

*Simon looks down to the Phoenix...*

"Arrowfeather, You know you never need ask to come and help..."

*Arrowfeather nods to the Phoenixes with him, and they bring forth a
rolled bundle of scrolls...*

"Your Majesties..." *Arrowfeather continued...* "It is not whether we
serve for which we ask permission.. Rather, it is our format of
service....*

*Viskaya looks to the Phoenixes, then to Simon....*

"What do they mean, Love?"

*Simon unrolls the scrolls, revealing sets of complex blueprints and
unusual spells.... He peruses over them silently, then looks to
Arrowfeather...*

"You all designd this, and wish to Commit yourselves to it? I must admit,
it is rather.. Unorthodox..."

*Arrowfeather bows...*

"Unorthodox, yes, your Highness, But, it is the manner of Service we have
chosen, and developed."

*Simon raises an eyebrow in surprise...*

"Developed? One of these is already active?"

*In answer to his question, a titanic Dragon enters through the portal, 60
feet long, with huge feathery wings, rather than the usual Leathery wings,
the Head having an elongated, serrated beak, the eyes a gleaming orange...
The scales covering the body with a feathery grain, and dark gold sheen
similar to Titanium....*

*Simon and Viskaya gaze agape at the impressice creature which approaches
the throne, and bows humbly, a deep voice rumbling...* "I live to Serve
thee, your Majesties..."

*Simon looks down to Arrowfeather...*

"You all have Outdone yourselves... Tell me, what do they have as a breath
weapon?"

*Arrowfeather smiles...*

"Your Highness, That is their best distinction... For a breath weapon,
rather than standard flame, they shoot masses of a chemical weapon from
the Earth realm, I believe it is called ummm,, Napalm...."

*Simon ponders for a few minutes...*

"Make sure only you Phoenixes can control them, and put them into
Production on Phoenecia... I do not want Any made here, for security
reasons..."

*Arrowfeather bows..*

"The precautions have been Taken, my Lord... Titanus here shall remain for
your assistance..."

*Simon smiles...*

"Well Done, Arrowfeather, You and your group have pulled off a Miracle.
Do return soon."

*Arowfeather, the Phoenixes, and Titanis all bow and respond in unison...*

"As you Command, Lord Simon."

((Yup, a new PC ANd a new being to add to the Menagerie of Monsters in
Arangoth. THe Phoenix dragons are Biomechanical beings.. Not true
dragons, but made to resemble them.))

SimnFenix

Date: Thu, 11 Jul 1996 00:27:07 -0600 (MDT)
From: honer@cyberhighway.net
Subject: Descriptions (Honer's)

((OCC: Ok all I have never posted anything here before so as a test I am
going to post the descriptions of my characters))

HONER

Honer is the last living mage of a far off country called Fay. the
mages of Fay were Fire mages and Honer is no exception. Honer is 6' 2",
black hair, and gray eyes. He regularly wears a deep red robe with many
pockets containing spell components, magical scrolls, darts, small daggers,
and potions (this is a Robe of Holding for all you D$D players). He wears
around his neck his most prized posession a small gold amulet with a picture
of his love, Aylissa. He caries around his magical quarter staff "NOVA"
which when evoked can produce power full fire spells. He keeps all of his
other possessions in a pocket demension supported by his life force.

Renoh

Renoh is Honer's brother that he found in Rydin last week. When
Renoh was born he was seperated from his parents and pressed into service by
a black mage. The mage enhanced his strength so that he would be as strong
as ten men.
He later escaped from the mage. Renoh has long black hair tied back, blue
eyes, and a short beard. He wears well polished chain mail that comes to
his shoulders. He also wears two thick (magic defensivve bracers) with a
lock pick hidden under the right one. On the lower half of his body he
wears black leather breeches with black dragon leather boots. Out of the
tops of the boots poke the hilts of two perfectly ballanced throwing
daggers. he is equiped with a long sword that rests on his left hip and a
heavy dagger on the right, a two handed sword is slung across one shoulder
with a long bow and a quiver full of arows on the other. On his waist right
obove the dagger is a coiled whip. He carries around a backpack with a
medium shield and all of the lute that he took when fleeing from his former
master which consists of several healing potions and some protection scrolls.

((sorry if this was long but I have been meening to do this for a long time
now))
____________________________________________________________________________
________

Honer of Fay the last of the great Red Mages and keeper of the secrets of
Fire Magic

Date: Thu, 11 Jul 1996 14:33:10 -0400
From: Dave Crampton <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
Subject: Kenokk & Trici (please post this, Dave)

>Date: Wed, 10 Jul 1996 23:19:34 -0400
>X-Sender: pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu
>To: crampto3
>From: Adam Pigeon <pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu>
>Subject: Kenokk & Trici (please post this, Dave)
>
>A Continuation of Kenokk and Trici's story
>by: Adam Pigeon, Mun of the Many(over 40 pc's and growing!) and Defender of
>the Sig!
>
>***The scene***
>On the way back to the Seilwood, Kenokk has met an old friend named Malek
>who is then killed
>by an unknown assailant. Now Ken races through the forest to try to find
>Trici and possibly save
>her from any attack.
>12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)~
>Kenokk races along the trail, cursing himself for leaving Trici behind all
>by herself. Ken looks all
>around for any signs in the ley lines that might tell him where she is. Ken
>spots a few converging
>blue and green lines, surrounded by several black lines. He runs as fast as
>he can, following the
>lines, until he breaks into a clearing. There, he see Trici fighting
>against 3 elves, all much bigger
>than she is, with another lying on the ground in a bloody mess. "Trici!!"
>he shouts running into
>the clearing, his sword flashing into his hand. Trici looks up. "Kenokk!"
>she shouts. As she looks
>away one of the attackers hits her in the back of the head with a club and
>she slumps to the
>ground. "No!" Ken shouts and dives at the closest attacker, ramming his
>sword of sharpness
>completely through his body. Ken winces in pain as he feels the elf's life
>force drain from his
>body but he bears through it, pulling out his blood-covered sword and faces
>the remaining two
>attackers. "Kenokk Moonglow," he hears a voice off to the side say, "Please
>put down your
>weapon, we have been expecting you for quite some time now. In the name of
>Rube Manslayer
>I bring you greetings." "What does The Manslayer want with us?" Ken growls.
>"Us? Oh, you
>must mean the girl. Is she with you? I'm terribly sorry, we had thought
>her to be another one of
>Malek Starchild's whores. We are terribly sorry." Ken glances over at
>Trici and sees her waking
>up and looking around groggily. "She is under my protection, and the
>protection of King Isin
>Brightdale. If you harm either her or I then not even The Manslayer shall
>be protected from his
>wrath." "Manslayer..." Trici whispers silently, a look of fear spreading
>over her face. "Harm you?
>Oh no, we have no intention of doing that" The elf waves the remaining two
>attackers off and
>they drag the bodies away. "I am here because The Manslayer wishes to make
>you an offer." "I
>will have nothing to do with him, the war between the humans and elves is at
>an end." "The
>Manslayer knows how underappreciated in King Brightdale's court, but even
>with all the power
>the crown imparts on him, he will not live forever. And when that time
>comes, The Manslayer
>will ascend to the throne. And he wants you to come to him, and become his
>heir." Ken looks at
>the elf dumbfounded. "Yes, it is true," he continues, "The Manslayer knows
>of the powers of the
>ley lines that you hold within you. In time you could become as powerful as
>him." "No, I will
>never follow him," Ken says calmly. Trici stands up and moves to Kenokk's
>side. "That is a pity,
>I shall convey your answer to The Manslayer. Perhaps in time you will
>change your mind." The
>elf then turns and disappears into the forest. "Ken," Trici says quietly,
>"What was he talking
>about? Why would Rube Manslayer be interested in you?" "I'll.. I'll tell
>you about it later. Right
>now I want to get out of here and try to find somewhere safe." "Ok, I want
>to leave as fast as
>possible too." Trici takes a few steps and wavers and almost falls but Ken
>catches her in time.
>"That was a bad hit you took, we'll have to wait here a few minutes while I
>heal that." "Must we?"
>"Yes, I'm afraid so. I'll try to hurry it as fast as I can." Ken helps
>Trici sit on the soft, moist grass
>and then sits in front of her. "This won't hurt," Ken says softly as he
>lays his hands on the large
>bump on her head. Ken hums quietly to himself, his mind reaching out and
>grasping onto the
>flow of life in the forest. He becomes acutely aware of every living thing
>around him. The grass,
>the trees, the birds, Trici, himself. He feels the excess force of life
>flowing around them. He
>grasps onto it with his thoughts, diverts the flow, transforming himsel into
>a conduit for the forces
>to flow through. He feels the life energy force itself into Trici's wound
>and heal it, and then he
>lets it go, allowing the force to flow where it will. Ken opens his eyes
>and smiles. "How do you
>feel now?" he asks quietly. "I.. I feel wonderful. Thank you Ken." Trici
>smiles and gives him a
>hug. "Now let's leave, quickly. I don't like this place." "Neither do I."
>Ken stands and helps Trici
>up and they walk hurridly away.
>
>Kenokk and Trici travel for many silent hours on foot, resting little, until
>at last they reach the
>borders of the Seilwood.
>
>"Halt! State your name and buisness here!" a border guard's voice booms.
>"Sidhe Kenokk
>Moonglow." Kenokk answers immediately. "My companion and I travel to
>Callistilae to attend
>the wedding of King Isin Brightdale." The guard seems rather surprised by
>this response. "I'll
>need to see your papers, sir." "Of course. Here you are." Ken reaches in
>his pack and hands
>the guard a few pieces of paper. "I'm terribly sorry to have inconvienenced
>you m'lord," the
>guard says in a much softer tone as he hands back the papers. "Is there
>anything you require?"
>"Yes, we would like horses to ride and a small armed escort to the royal
>palace." Trici looks at
>Ken, surprised at the authority he is commanding. "Yes sir, right away" the
>guard says and
>hurries off to follow Ken's orders. "The royal wedding? We're going to the
>royal wedding?" Trici
>asks in a hushed but excited voice. "Yes we are, that's the 'urgent
>business'. I wanted to
>surprise you," Ken says quietly, a broad smile on his face. "Well i'm
>really surprised! Oooh! I'm
>so excited! Thank you!" Trici wraps Ken in a tight hug and Ken laughs and
>hugs her back.
>12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)~~
>
>More ramblings from a bored and lonely mun:
>Well, I hope you enjoyed this installment of Trici and Kenokk's story, more
>parts to come! If you
>have any questions, comments or general spamming about the story please send
>whatever you
>want to me at pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu If any comments are posted on the
>mailing list I won't
>see them, because I'm not on the mailing list. :(
>
>Now on to another subject, I haven't gotten very much mail lately. I'm
>lonely out here. If you
>haven't written to me lately please do.
>
>Now on to another subject, I may be getting local access by the end of the
>month. Keep your
>fingers crossed!
>
>
>
--
Dave Crampton AKA Dark Vampyre

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

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

Date: Thu, 11 Jul 1996 16:12:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Syl <petal@earthlink.net>
Subject: Continue of the Ruatha New Lineage

From: starcry@mont.mindspring.com
X-Sender: starcry@pop.mont.mindspring.com
Date: Thu, 11 Jul 1996 17:51:39 -0400
To: petal@earthlink.net
Subject: Continue of the Ruatha New Lineage

:::::As darkness once again, fall over the lands of Arangoth, a shadow moved
effortless across the landscape, nearing the dark and quiet castle of
Blackfens...::::

Jul`Kair peered from out of a nearby small bushes shadow...using his ability
to meld with the shadows...he looked around the area...being careful as too,
not set off any alarms, incase the castle was still being watched....

He moved in and out of the shadows across the landscape, till finally
reaching the outer walls of the castle...he touched the stone...feeling its
life force, as the crystal inside is armor hummed slighty..this told him,
that magiks were still in use within the castle....he pondered..."yess,
kaejo...you left behind some nice traps...funny man....". Jul`Kair
reached his hands to the wall, feeling for the simple cracks in the wall,
and this time used his non-magical talents to scale the wall..sensing that
some of the traps would be alert with the use of magiks....as his muscles
strained under the use..he thought "damn, been too long since doing it the
old way, must remember to practice more, later of course". Finally
reaching the top of the wall, he rolled over the top of the wall, landing
softly and quietly onto the floor, his eyes scanned thru the darkness,
trying to perceive any threats....finding none...he moved slowly, and low to
the floor, but stopping every ten feet just to check his surroundings.

Finally reaching the main hallways from where the bedrooms are located,
and after disarming a total of twelve non-magikal traps, and four magikal
traps...rubbing his left shin slightly...seeing the flesh as it still hasnt
healed completly yet...he looks at the blood soaked make-shift bandage, he
curses silentily under his breath, "curse you Kaejo..damn sneaky trap..damn
sneaky!" He continue to creep forward slowly down the hallway...till finally
reaching Menolly and Kaejo's bedroom chamber...he thru some dust over the
entrance and at the door....there he noticed, as the dust showed, the sigil
of a strange symbol...knowing time was important, he choose not to try and
disarm this, figuring it would take too much time....so Jul`kair, lifted a
shield of an armored suit in the hallway, and rammed the door with his full
wieght and strenght...still this wasnt enough, as the sigil flares, and a
magical force slams him into the wall across the hall, the shield mangeld
around his arm...."Alright....", he bends the shield off his arm, feeling
the arm bone is broken, he winces from the pain...reaching into the side
pouch, lifts out some blue & red sand, and tosses it at the sigil, it flares
then disappears...he then rushes the door again...***CRASH***....falling
thru the timbers of the door, he rolls to a stop by hitting a wall, real
hard...feeling another rib break from the impact....Jul`Kair groans, as he
looks back at the shattered doorway, he sees the sigil flare back to life
again...

Jul`Kair begins to search the room carefully...after several minutes, he
finally finds the piece of jewelry, Menolly's bracelet...he grins slightly,
and places the item inside his armor for safe keeping....he then tosses out
several handfulls of colored sands across the floor...hoping this will be
enough, he summons a small amount of raw mystical energies, and gestures a
few times as the colored sands begin to glow, and in a flash of
light...Jul`Kair is transported......directly in the middle of the courtyard
of Castle Black..."damn...shit...piss...u sneaky little bastard!"

Jul`Kair looks around at all the startled Guards around him..."Hiya
fellas, Know where the nearest outhouse is?" The Guards draws their swords
and shields, and charge him, saying "Capture the intruder!!" Jul`Kair, "Oh
shit...guess not!" Jul`Kair uses all of his talents of leaping and dodge the
best he can, with three broken ribs, a broken arm, and slightly damage
leg...he rolls to the side, flips over a number of grounds, only to land on
his face....he rolls to the side, to see and count close to eight swords
leveled at his throat..."Guess we cant talk about this, huh?"

****************************************************************************
****************************

Menolly awakes slowly...now fully realizing that she is now blind...she
tries to cry, and now realizes that crying only brings her more pain...he
calls out for her child..."Myn, are you there??"

:::silence follows...then a voice breaks the silence::::::

"No my dear, your child is not here." Menolly replies with a tremble in her
speech, "Who...who are you??" "I am called by some as the father, but
others know me as the Caretaker." Menolly, puzzles the
name..."Caretaker??...are you one of those evil women that took me and my
child??"
"No, i am not with them, i am a prisoner just like you...your child you
speak of was taken from here, while you were asleep....I sensed that they
are going begin training her to join them, my dear." Menolly, "Train
her???, where are we???" "My dear, we are in Atlantis, well actually we are
beneath Atlantis, in the Sunaj Training and Prison Halls...and yes, they
plan to train her as one of them....i am so sorry to tell you this, you need
to rest, calm yourself."
Menolly, can only begin to cry regardless of the pain it causes her, as she
continues to call for Kaejo in her mind..."KAEJO!!!!!!!!!!, Where ARE
you!?!?!??!?!"

****************************************************************************
******************************

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

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

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

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

Date: Thu, 11 Jul 1996 23:57:02 -0400
From: dshade@alpha.pulsar.net (Dave Soltys)
Subject: Re: The Northern Plains...

((I guess this is part II of this post... I cut it into installments since
people
hate large post... or maybe not... its just what I here... DreamShade's mun))

> He watches the box slowly open as a faint red aurora grabs at his
>sly grin...
> He reaches into the ebony holder of the red mystery as a crash
rumbles through the shadowy room startling even the likes of DreamShade.
DreamShade looks up as he senses the presence of his feline friend.
"Tis I see you have returned... I think the weather may be getting
to me too...". DreamShade looks down at the two large emeralds reflecting
the firelight and searching her magi companion's innerself.
Forgetting the box, DreamShade closes the black, patterened lid on
the red enimga and sets the black box upon the small wooden table beside him
as shadows take it and its contents to a safe haven. He speaks watching it
leave his presence, and turns to the large cat. "Till later..."
He sits back into his plush chair and reaches to scratch the
panther's ear.
"Tis I think its time for a move... Don't yee... A return to an old
haunt for maybe...a long visit...."
The panther looks up at Dreamshade peircing him with another one of
her quizzical emerald stares.
"Well... if thats the way yee feel, but yee will never understand...
for now, at least... I know you are comfortable, but times change and I
think I owe them a favor..."
The feline stares back again with an almost human expression.
"What do you mean!!" Dreamshade raises his voice glaring at the cat
and starts to stand.. "You are fool of many misconceptions my friend...
Speak no more... You act as if you are queen of this place..." Dreamshade
shouts at the panther with a slight anger upon his voice. The panther stands
alert with a low growl. "GO THEN... Let your instincts fill your primal lust
and blind what intellegance was granted to such an... ODD... PESKY CAT!!"
The cat leaps up at Dream growling with a flaring green stare jumping toward
him. Dream flinches back as shadow and light play off his retina's and
reflect from the wall and the feline passes through him into the
darkness."Damn... infernal beast that you are... play your shadowy tricks on
me... AYE!!" Turns around in fury... "Yee were but an ODD BEAST... till I
lay my hand on thee... AND NOW YOU ACT AS QUEEN!!! WHY NOT...." Dream fumes
from within as a footstep breaks his wraith turning with bluish flaring
iris's to a small shadowy figure standing in the half-lit doorway...
A small, short stalky figure half-cast in shadow speaks with a faint
frightful tongue of high-pitched syllables. "Tis I nay wi.. wii.. wish... to
Anggeerr... Sirrr ... I mean... Lor... Tis I mea.." The small figure steps
forward with a height of under 4 ft and a small round face with a slightly
large nose and a very pale complextion with golden hazel eyes. The gnomish
character shifts in his pale white speckled gray fury shirt and wool pant.
"Mast.."
"SPEAK UP...!!!", barks Dreamshade with a flaring tempor...
"Master... Master Rhaellon... I bring..."
DreamShade's tempermant changes suddenly as he hears his birthname,
something deeply held by him and strangely given to few but his most trusted
aquintances, and stoops down to meet the small gnome. "I am sorry..
Farlow... Tis the pesky... shadowy beast as you call her was acting up
again...". The gnome shakes his head and his eyes grow small at the mention
of the cat. "Aye... The big mean sh'dow... I never will know why you are so
to taking a liking of such a big be'st... And she almost ATE me!" Farlow
shudders at the thought. "She is gone for now, " DreamShade turns around
looking into the shadows, "Hopefully." "Tis I bring you news..." The gnome
shift in the large fur northern clothing as the heat of the fire beats at
him. "And so how did thee come to find passage here so quickly... I nay hope
you trudged here across that god-forsaken sun and sand ridden wasteland of
those desert dwellers, through the snowy passes, and across the ice-strewn
tundra... Is..." The gnome opens his lil mouth to speak... "Wait.. it isn't
ready that early... HOW DID YOU... its been so long since I've seen you!"
The lil gnome interrupts with a mouth of high pitched gabber... "Tis not
M'lord as you say... We are near some semblence of completeness but still
far off... Although... as to me passage... the circle and seal are complete
and so gave me passage... it will now permit passage to Arangoth for the
rest of us without your future worry and things will move quicker to
completion with the fast route of magic... also I have other news... its of
the state of affairs in the realm. The dese.. " Dreamshade smiles at the
news and than interrupts suddenly... " I know of thee desert dwellers
conflict with our fair friends of the south..." The gnome gabbers on. "But..
M'Lord the Queen has..." Dreamshade again smiles, but with a concerned look.
"I know Farlow. She is in the hands of a desert mistress, but as that is as
far as I have been able to inquire though... " Farlow looks confused. "But
how... Yee are always on top of the most smallest bit before I even see the
light." Dreamshade laughs. "You know of my ways... And I have been on an
occasional visit to that happy inn of the realm and my usual haunts of the
castle grounds, etc..." Farlow smiles knowing things that others know not
of. DreamShade stands back up. "Now I have news for you... I am returning as
of today... and.... Follow me." Dreamshade turns to the doorway and exits
into a polished marble passage. Farlow follows behind with curiousity...

*************************************

*************************************************************
****/-*********__***** A Master of the "Point", *
***/ \*******/******* A Player with Shadow and Light, *
**/__ /REAM***\******* Royal Magi to the Crown of Arangoth. *

************__/HADE*** A Dreamweaver of the Northern Plains *
*************************************************************
((Oh and the mun is Dave, Royal Pain in the Rear to his friends.))
"To see a world in a grain of sand, and a heaven in a wildflower."
-William Blake
"Reality is what you make of it." - Unknown
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." -Some wise old sage

Date: Thu, 11 Jul 1996 21:32:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Syl <petal@earthlink.net>
Subject: Continue Saga of the Ruatha Lineage
Cc: kaejo@camalott.com

From: starcry@mont.mindspring.com
X-Sender: starcry@pop.mont.mindspring.com
Date: Thu, 11 Jul 1996 22:40:10 -0400
To: petal@earthlink.net
Subject: Continue Saga of the Ruatha Lineage

:::::As the Sun rose to meet the great Pyramid of Asylum, its glare flashing
off the teirs around the pyramid...the rays flirted down into a small hole
into a large chamber that is set off to the side, protected on the outside
by a number of stone statutes, and a number of roving guards, mostly being
Sunaj warriors...::::::

The female Sunaj warriors introduced themselves to Myn, you sat infront of
them...."Greetings child, I am called Dwen`zen first daughter of the Aerihza
clan, and to my right is, Tazmir, my second, and on my left is Moquir, my
advisor and third...We are the true lords of the Inner Guardiens of the
Sunaj." Myn looked blankily at them and then spoke, "Where's momma and
daddy??" Dwen spoke slowly to Myn, "My dear child, her mother died...I am
sorry, there was nothing we could do, she had thought you were dead, when
she awoke a few days ago, and we could not calm her, and she managed to
injury one of my sisters, and my sister accidentally killed her, We are all
sorry for this." Myn looked into the eyes of Dwen, and could not see if she
lied or was telling the truth...and when Myn sought to feel the link between
her and her mother, she couldnt feel it...so Myn collasped onto the floor,
crying and shaking....

Dwen spoke, "Myn, dear little one, do not cry, for me and my sisters have
decided to take you into our little family, and bring you up
correctly....Moquir please help Myn, remember the truth..."

Moquir bowed slightly to Dwen, and then moved close to Myn....Myn still
crying, lifted her head slowly and with tearful eyes, sniff a few times,
wiping her nose on a tattered sleeve, and looked into Moquir
eyes...."Can....can...you...help me?!?" Moquir merely nodded, then Myn felt
inside her mind as if someone was pulling at it...Myn cried in pain, and
then relaxed suddenly...as she looked with pain into Moquir eyes, then
looked again with understanding....Myn saw memories fade away...slowly then
quickily. What seemed to be days, was a mere few hours, as the small hole
in the ceiling change from day to night....Myn rose up from the floor,
shaking a little bit, she looked up to Dwen, "Dwen, my sister, we can i
begin my teachnings?" Dwen replied, "Soon my child, soon...but now you need
sleep, Moquir, please take our little sister to her sleeping chambers.."
Moquir bowed slightly, as she lead Myn away from the chamber...Myn looked to
Moquir, "Moquir...can you tell me anything about my mother and father..i can
seem to remember them?" After reaching Myn's sleeping chambers, Moquir,
knelt down to Myn, as a tear streaked across her face...Myn reached to touch
the tear, "Moquir, why do you cry?" Moquir looked into Myn's eyes, still
as the tears slowly streaked down her face, "Myn, my love...you dont
remember me, do you?" Myn shaked her head. Moquir began to cry some
more...then spoke, "Myn, you were taken from me when you were still young by
some dimensional demons...it wasnt tell a few days ago, that me and my other
sisters finally found you and brought you back home, Myn you are my only
daughter, your really name is Myn`lea, daughter of Daoir Laz`jud, second to
the order of the Sunaj." Myn looked blankily at Moquir....then suddenly her
face sprang with a renewed glow as she shouted and hugged Moquir, "MOMMA!!!!!!!"

****************************************************************************
*****Meanwhile in a cell underneath Asylum Menolly is telling her 'cellmate'
the story of her capture and how much she wants to just go home to her
husband and family**********
Caretaker sympathizes with her plight, and so tells her, "My dear child,
calm yourself, and i will try to open a doorway to your home." Caretaker
begans to summon the energy from the nearby pyramid that lies several
hundred meters above them ever so slowly so that he will have the power to
open the Rift back to Arangoth for Menolly. Caretaker begans to pulse with
the energy, and then funnels the power into the air near the wall, a sudden
rush of air springs up, then the bluish vortex of the Rifts springs into
life..."My child, your path home is now open, walk straight ahead, and do
not stop." Menolly nods. But as soon as Menolly reaches the threshold, a
sudden explosion rocks her body...she drops to floor as she feels the life
begin to drain from her...Menolly lunges forward as she can feel her spine
shatter, her ribs splayed to the near walls, her mouth and throat fill
instantly with blood, as her mind screams out, ~*KAEJO*~, she falls into the
Rift along with the few remains of her body..her lower torso remains behind
in the cellroom...the Rift closes.

****************************************************************************
********
-Sun`zen(aka. Jul`Kair, aka.Sun`Dragn, aka. Sunaj)
Champion of BattleFest '96

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

-starcry(aka. Stefhan)

((personal note frokm Sylvia...YES I know Nolly is dead...and Simon just
leave her there ok?))
~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.

Date: Thu, 11 Jul 1996 23:55:30 -0600 (MDT)
From: honer@cyberhighway.net
Subject: Hints for Recycling AOL Disks

>Return-Path: esinger@cyberhighway.net
>Date: Thu, 11 Jul 1996 21:36:54 -0600 (MDT)
>X-Sender: esinger@mailhost.cyberhighway.net
>To: honer@cyberhighway.net
>From: Jim Essinger <esinger@cyberhighway.net>
>Subject: Hints for Recycling AOL Disks
>
>>Return-Path: owner-um-list@ULKYVM.LOUISVILLE.EDU
>>Date: Mon, 8 Jul 1996 16:56:42 UT
>>Reply-To: Methodist discussion group <UM-LIST@ulkyvm.louisville.edu>
>>Sender: Methodist discussion group <UM-LIST@ulkyvm.louisville.edu>
>>From: KudzuKid <KudzuKid@MSN.COM>
>>Subject: Hints for Recycling AOL Disks
>>X-To: um-list@ulkyvm.louisville.edu
>>To: Multiple recipients of list UM-LIST
>> <UM-LIST@ulkyvm.louisville.edu>
>>
>> Time to lighten up a bit. The following are suggestions for
>dealing with the
>>ubiquitous America Online "free" disks that seem to come in every magazine, in
>>the mail, and everywhere else. Many people simply erase them and use them to
>>store more worthy files. Here are some other options I found on the Internet.
>>
>> 1. Attach to a ruler and presto, you've got a fly-swatter.
>> 2. At a restaurant, shove one under a wobbly table leg
>> 3. Re-entry tiles on the space shuttle (donate them to NASA)
>> 4. Room dividers for your hamster
>> 5. Drink coasters
>> 6. Bathroom tile
>> 7. Sturdy case for under your bicycle/motorcycle kick stand on soft
>surfaces
>> 8. Mini Frisbee
>> 9. Grill scraper
>> 10. wrist slicer - after receiving first AOL bill (use metal door)
>> 11. Once collection reaches 52, use for playing cards
>> 12. Toe tags for mortuaries (great for identifying dead computer
geeks)
>> 13. Fence (may need a few thousands, but that should only take a
>year to
>>collect)
>> 14. Halloween treat (give them away all night long)
>> 15. Hidden/spare key holder (crack open one side, insert key,
>place near
>>door - completely safe, 'cause who'd want an AOL disk?)
>>
>>Gary
>>HardyBoy1@aol.com, of course :)
>>--
>> KudzuKid@msn.com
>>http://www.hardyboy.com/~bayport/welcome.html
>> "Hate is not a family value."
>>
>>
>-----
>
>Jim Essinger
>esinger@cyberhighway.net
>John 3:16
>
>
____________________________________________________________________________
________

Honer of Fay the last of the great Red Mages and keeper of the secrets of
Fire Magic

Date: Fri, 12 Jul 1996 04:00:44 -0400
From: Ash <phantom@atomic.net>
Subject: Kylus's Trick?

**** Outside the inn back into the forest a little ways****

Erica cackled with glee as she held the ornamentally carved box which
contained the Eye of Vecna. The foolish bastard elf (aka Kylus) she would
show him who was damned.

As she faded out of side she allowed kylus to glimpse at his "darling"
foster daughter Skylar.

***** A image appears first faded then comes into view infront of kylus**

Skylar slumped against the wall of the small cell, the stone walls looking
rough compared to her chaffed bare body, and Daedil's broken form in chain
but unconscous on the floor blood pooled around his head and only shallow
breathes escaping him.

Kylus places a hand over his mouth, and whispers a prayer to paladine for
them both as Erica fades back in, her ceremonial drow robes decorated with
fine spider webbing make her truly look like one of the dead.

"Like how your "child" looks preist? I'm sure she would look better missing
some limbs, you better hurry with the rest of your demands, time is ticking!"

Kylus turns to her his face hard again. "Go damned one....take it back to
your master....<qm> may you both choke on it..."

Erica considering she had down enough to the priest for today walks through
the portal a smile on her face.

Kylus smiles faintly and draws Kingarhn....
Kylus sticks it int he ground and DUCKS

*A HUGE Explosion Rocks the Country Side, Birds squawk and take to the air,
the people of the inn look around quickly wondering if the earth was
splitting apart, everywhere everything pauses for a moment, then lets out a
collective sigh as the sound does not continue*

Kylus smiles, knowing he just activated the trap on the box he had given
Erica, sealing her and ScarecroW in thier lair for the time being, til they
can find a way to get free.

Kingarth flashes as Kylus pulls him out of the ground.

"Yes old freind, we do have much to do, come lets go prepare.."

And with that Kylus leaves heading off in the direction of Church...

=) Questions, comments, general BLAH, mail it to me! :)

~* Ash *~

"Perhaps this is a situation where excessive honesty can be detrimental." --
Data, Star Trek: The Next Generation

Date: Fri, 12 Jul 1996 14:37:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Syl <petal@earthlink.net>
Subject: Saga of Myn with the Sunaj

>From: starcry@mont.mindspring.com
>X-Sender: starcry@pop.mont.mindspring.com
>Date: Fri, 12 Jul 1996 16:08:24 -0400
>To: petal@earthlink.net
>Subject: Saga of Myn with the Sunaj
>
>[[[[[Please send to the Mailing List...Thanx :) ]]]]]]]
>
>
>
>::Morning came quickly to Myn, who awoke to find her mother, sitting to the
>side of the bed, loooking out a window...:::
>
> Myn, rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and then asked, "Momma, is everything
>okay?" Moquir turned and looked at her innocent and sweet child, "Yes,
>Myn`lea everything is better since your home...also, Dwen, has argeed to
>begin your training in the arts of the Stone Mages, a very proud art within
>the Sunaj...only the best ever achieve the teachings of becoming Stone Mages."
> Myn looks with excitment on her face, and looks to Moquir, "When do i
>start learning...cuze I want to make you and daddy proud of me." Moquir
>speaks, "Myn`lea, you have already made us happy, and maybe your daddy, will
>visit us soon." "Where is daddy, momma?" Myn asks. "His on a secret mission
>for the Sunaj lords in another dimension, and soon will be home." Moquir
>replies. Myn smiles...and rushes to get dressed....after nearly an hour
>with Moquir, they both finally leave the bedroom chamber and walk quickly to
>dining hall, where she, her mother, and several others eat an amazing feast
>of foods set out before them...Myn is amazed by the number of servants, and
>how they treat her, as she was royalty, Moquir explains that she is of
>royalty, she is the daughter of the third High Lord of Inner Guards of the
>Sunaj..Moquir points to herself with that statement...Myn smiles and hugs
>her mother.....
>
>......directly after breakfast, Moquir, and Myn`lea moved to the training
>halls, this is where Myn sees Dwen and another strange person dressed in all
>in robes, where bandaged hands...and when it speaks...its "s" is drawn out,
>like when it says, "yes" it comes out as "yesssss". Myn looks to her mother,
>Moquir leans down and explains that that being is a Rifter, a being capable
>of opening doorways to almost any dimension and world across the
>cosmos...Myn looks blankily at the explanation, then just shrugs...thinking
>he must be a bigshot. The Rifter turns its attention to Myn and
>Moquir...and then walks away to the side....Dwen speaks up, "Good day to you
>Myn`lea, and Moquir...Myn`lea, you will begin your training outside of this
>place, the Rifter will take you and your mother, to another place, along
>with a dozen other Sunaj to watch over you both while you begin your
>training over the next 19 years...." Myn looks to her mother..."19
>years....thats a long time???" "Hush, my little one...it really isnt that
>long, for the Rifter can have us back here in a couple of days as if we had
>just left..." Moquir replies, and notices the confused look of her
>daughter..."Trust me, everything will be okay." Myn shrugs, then smiles
>hugging her mother...as they both along with a number of Sunaj, the Rifter,
>and several servants, and packages on a hover slide, move thru the Rift into
>the unknown....Myn slightly shaking, but tries to remain brave beside her
>mother thru the entire event.......The Rift closes.
>
>******************************************************************
>-Sun`zen(aka. Jul`Kair, aka.Sun`Dragn, aka. Sunaj)
>Champion of BattleFest '96
>
>Reality is a nightmare from which we can only awake from when we are living
>our True Lives in Cyberspace.......Long Live the BlkDragon*Inn in all its
Glory.
>
>-starcry(aka. Stefhan)
>
>
>
~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.

Date: Fri, 12 Jul 1996 19:04:37 -0700 (MST)
From: jmwace@primenet.com (Stan)
Subject: forgive

I'm sorry all, but I fear I may not be able to join ye at SoulDeep.. My mun
has something very important to do at the time. If I can, I'll join ye...
but, if not, I beg for all of your forgiveness...
~Aystan Silveron~

Date: Sat, 13 Jul 1996 00:39:21 -0400
From: Kylus Dragonsbane <kylus@soho.ios.com>
Subject: Kylus' retreat...

Kylus opens the door to his cabin and walks in quietly (or as quietly as he
can in full plate). He looks around his empty house and sighs wearily. He
managed to trick the banshee into closing the gate temporarily...that will
allow them to act without being spied upon by the lich...at least for a
little while..
Kylus mutters to himself, praying that Skylar and Daedil do not suffer for
his actions.
He gets out an odd metal frame from his armor chest and leans it against the
bed. The paladin then begins to remove his armor, lashing each piece to the
frame, and tossing the padding in a small satchel at the bottom of a frame.

"There," he says quietly, "that should fit on me don't you think?"

~* Don't you think that will break your back, oh brainy paladin?*~ Kingarhn
snickers, the blue-green jewel flickering in the dim light of the cabin.

"How soon they forget," he smiles slightly, "It has a spell on it to lighten
the load, oh barb-tongued holy sword."

~* Must we go do this? *~ Kingarhn sighs.

"Yes," he replies softly, "I've forgotten what it is to be a Ghosthunter,
Kingarhn.....I think both of us have forgotten, old friend. Best we go away,
and relearn what that means."

~* I don't want to go the mountains! *~ the sword whines, ~* They're BORING. *~

"How would you know? You were asleep in the box when I crossed them from
RhyDin." Kylus asks, looking at the sword as he dresses in a plain pair of
worn traveling pants and a patched up brown shirt. He places his holy symbol
around his neck.

~* Oh yeah......heheheheheehhehee...silly me. *~ Kingarhn laughs
mischievously, and Kylus sighs, knowing the whole point of this conversation
was to drive him nuts.

"How much more is there to you that I don't know about, Kingarhn?" he asks,
turning serious for a moment.

~*Hehehehehehhehehehehehehehe, now I can't just TELL you, Kylus....that
wouldn't be any fun at all would it? *~

Kylus sighs again, and pulls out a bedroll, then lashes it to the frame.
Kingarhn he sticks in a sheath on the side and nods.

~* A little tight....do you have anything one size bigger maybe? *~ Kylus
doesn't even bother to respond at this point and Kingarhn laughs mindlessly.

The paladin sighs and wraps a faded grey cloak, the one that Skylar gave
him, and goes around the house, closing the doors and the shutters on the
windows. He takes his pack, which feels only slightly heavy, despite the
armor, and walks out the front door, then shuts and locks it. Kylus traces a
symbol on the door and mutters a blessing to keep theives away.

~* Ready? *~ Kingarhn asks.

"Not quite," Kylus replies quielty, "One more thing needs to be done.." he
sets the pack down and pulls out his flute, a small, hand carved thing.
Kingarhn falls silent, knowing he doesn't like to be toyed with while he
does this. Kylus puts the flute to his lips, and faces the mountains that he
will soon venture into--the ones that lead to RhyDin. He plays a soft,
wordless elven love song and all the life seems to stop for a while to
listen to the notes as they travel up to the moon, and to the one they are
meant for.

Kylus lets the notes trail off as the song ends and looks up to the red star
that points the way to RhyDin and hopes his wife is there, looking at it as
he does from Arangoth. He turns then, and lets out a whistle. Its answered
by a grey horse galloping out of the woods. Kylus smiles and rubs his head.

"Aeryc," he smiles, "You ready for a little ride? Its been a while." Aeryc
gives the paladin what he can of an affirmative and Kylus smiles and saddles
him. Hefting his pack on his shoulders he climbs up and settles himself in
the saddle.

"It _has_ been a while." he mumbles, and Kingarhn snickers. Kylus smiles a
little and turns to face his cabin, now lightless and closed up...empty.

"Gods watch over my friends, whereever they may be," he whispers, "keep them
safe and at peace until the threats have passed...."

With that, he spurs Aeryc on eastward, towards the mountains of Arangoth's
border and the place of spiritual retreat where he hopes he will relearn the
skills of the Ghosthunters....to battle like he used to one last time.

((Well all I'll be talking to you when I get back from vacation! See you all
then! :D ))

Patrick~

Date: Sat, 13 Jul 1996 00:21:45 -0600
From: onestab@rmci.net (OneStab)
Subject: NETWAR

OOC:

Dear players,

I am very sorry the NETWAR had to be postponed at the last minute.. I thank
all of you for understanding a personal emergency.

The NETWAR will be rescheduled for next week. I will send the exact time
and day by sunday... and I will try to make it earlier for those of the
eastern US persuasion..

Thanks!
Darren

Date: Sat, 13 Jul 1996 10:17:45 -0400
From: Dave Crampton <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
Subject: Cursed Blessings chapter 2 - The New Blessing

>Date: Sat, 13 Jul 1996 00:04:34 -0400
>X-Sender: pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu (Unverified)
>To: crampto3
>From: Adam Pigeon <pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu>
>Subject: Cursed Blessings chapter 2 - The New Blessing
>
>Book 2 in the Deth Trilogy
>by Adam Pigeon, Mun of the Many and Defender of The Sig!
>This story has been given a voluntary rating of PG-13. May not be suitable
>for children
>"You'll learn to love this pain you feel, like father like son" -Garbage
"Queer"
>"Bow down before the one you serve, you're going to get what you deserve"
>-/\/ | \/\ "Head Like A Hole"
>
> Deth fled through the ancient catacombs, trying desperately to remember
his way
>out. His sword was covered in blood. Many guards had given chase. It was
>nearly
>impossible to make it as far as he had, and there was surely much farther to
>go. Deth
>rounded a corner. A guard stood at an ambush, ready to shoot on sight.
>Deth drops into
>the shadows, a split-second before the machine gun fires. Deth runs blindly
>through the
>walls, drops down through the floor, and up through the ceiling, trying to
>lose anyone
>who might be tracking him.
> "Breathing too heavy.. remember your training.. must keep silent.." Deth
>thought
>to himself as he re-appeared in the normal world. He looks around and finds
>himself in a
>tool closet. "Perfect.. now if I can get the right tools.." Deth grabs a
>loose nail and a pair of needlenose pliers and starts to pick at the
>psi-collar around his throat. "C'mon.. just a
>little more and then I'll show them some pain..." Muffled voices come from
>outside, "...got
>a lock... ...find him... ...closet 6J.." "Damn!" Deth growls to himself.
>The doors burst
>open as automatic weapons fire sprays into the room, but too late, as Deth
>dodges into the
>shadows just in time.
> Deth runs quickly and silently through the complex network of metallic
>tunnels and
>rough stone caverns. He sees a guard standing behind a door waiting with
>gun pointed at
>the door, waiting to ambush. "This is too easy," Deth chuckles silently to
>himself. He
>sneaks up behind the guard and snaps his neck in one quick motion. He picks
>up the gun
>and examines it quickly. "9mm.. full auto.. It'll do fine." Deth mutters to
>himself. He
>checks the ammo and then takes off down the next hallway.
>
> Lucas taps his foot impatiently as the elevator speeds upward. "I have to
stop
>Deth before he escapes or Karma Burn is gonna kill me," he quietly says to
>himself. The
>elevator jolts to a stop and the doors open. Lucas hurries down the stone
>corridor, a quiet
>pinging noise coming from a box in his hand. "Hmmm.. he went this way, all
>right."
>Lucas runs faster down the hallway and comes to a horrible sight....
>
> Deth steps around a corner and looks for danger. He lets out a slight
>exhale of
>relief, the exit is at the end of the corridor. A chill wind blows. Deth
>starts to turn but is stopped by a strong hand wrapping around his neck form
>behind. "You are not leaving
>alive, Derrik," Karma Burn's evil voice laughs. "Now your powers will kill
>you." Deth
>screams as a purple glow surrounds him and begins to invade his body, his
>mind, his soul...
>
> Lucas rounds the corner and sees Karma Burn with his hand on Deth, imparting
>the final blessing, that of death. Lucas sickens at the sight and collapses
>against the wall. Deth's screams slowly die away as Lucas runs, losing
>himself in the catacombs.
> /\ |-\ /\ |\ /| |--\ | /--\ |---- /--\ |\ |
> / \ | \ / \ | \/ | | | | | | | | | \ |
> /----\ | | /----\ | | |--/ | | ___ |-- | | | \|
> / \ | / / \ | | | | | | | | | | |
>/ \ |_/ / \ | | | | \__/ |---- \__/ | |
>
>-The Mun of the Many and Defender of the Sig!
>
>http://www.msu.edu/user/pigeonad/
>
>
>
>
--
Dave Crampton AKA Dark Vampyre

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

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

Date: Sat, 13 Jul 1996 07:52:03 -0700
From: Quickning <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>
Subject: Rummi's Magic and Pawn

Announcing the Grand Opening of Rummi Gumy's (yes she's a gummi bear)
Magic and Pawn
Shop! conveniently located across the street form the Blkdragon Inn,
with a second location on
the Isle of Mysts.
Have old armor that doesn't fit anymore? Is that rusty sword beyond
repair? Or do you
just need to get rid of a pendant you just stole! Come to Rummi's. Cash
for Junk! I buy
everything. Gold Gold Gold!
Assorted magic spells, potions, and Items. Wand recharges for a
reasonable price. Spells
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Date: Sat, 13 Jul 1996 07:53:42 -0700
From: Quickning <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>
Subject: PC tolerance and Lack there of

Hail and Welmet Fellow Role players,
I'm writing just tell some of you guys to LIGHTEN UP!!! I
understand most of the role
players play for intense drama My pc, Quickning is basically comedic in
nature. She steal things
from PC, and not always with their Muns permission. I'm starting to
worry im going to get kicked
or banned for this. I know that a certain pc was banned for being too
annoying, and maybe he
might have had it coming. But I got kicked from Inn for tipping a kick
in the arse to Dulcy. Yes I
was warned that Dulcina would fight back. I thought it would be some
smart aleky remark or
maybe have the boot the butt returned. But being kicked out of the inn
is a little bit extreme isn't
it? I wouldn't have done it if I had know that I would be kicked.
I took it with a smile and returned with Quick rubbing her but
after being kicked out. I just
wanted to remind all you dramatic Muns that not all the PC's are
serious. Not all are nice. Some
aren't even sane. The variety of types of pc's, not just in
personalties, but in role playing styles is
what makes the BLKDRAGON*Inn fun for me.
Quickning is a thief. She almost always tries to get the big
tippers, and she almost never
give a straight tip for the drinks she orders. Its not because I'm not
trying to be annoying or trying
to make every one else miserable. I'm being true to my pc. If you want
me to stop just MSG me. I
hope some of you will have the good humor to go along with it. And I
will always play the
consequences of my actions. Just don't check you sense of humor at the
door.

Thanks for letting me Rant and Rave,

>From the Stolen Pen and Twisted Mind of,
Storm Quicking,
Guild Vice Commander of
@}--}--The DarkRose Legion--{--{@
And her Mun Crystal

CAN'T WE ALL JUST GET A LOG!

Date: Sat, 13 Jul 1996 19:52:11 -0700
From: leiajedi@ix.netcom.com
Subject: None

Date: Sun, 14 Jul 1996 10:38:16 -0500
From: dee@southwind.com (Dee and Rich)
Subject: Re: None

Elysiad stands looking out from her window, which over looks what seems to
be an ocean. She knows better. There is a knowck at her dor and a zombie
opens the door and shambles to her.

"What is it...Ah....mail from the BlackDragon Inn. So let's see what they
have to say."

Elysiad takes the scroll and the zombie turns to leave. She turns back to
the window looking out into the distance and begins to open the seal. A
light touch on her shoulder stops her.

"Mail from an admirer Elysiad," AlAqrb asks sacasiticly from behind her.

"Possibly, but then why would you care," she replies as she continues and
opens the scroll.

AlAqrb laughes a very hollow, evil laugh, looking at the empty scroll,
"Perhaps, but this one can't write it seems." He takes the scroll as it
bursts into flame and it's ashes float out the window on an unseen and
unfelt wind. "I believe I am admirer enough for you Elysiad."

Elysiad gets a small smile on her face that AlAqrb cannot see and as she
turns it vanishes, "Ah, but is any man enough for me." She begins to walk
towards the door, but is abrutly halted by an unseen force. Then AlAqrb
stands before her.

"That is yet to be discovered is it....Then I guess I should explore..."

AlAqrb leans down as Elysiads clothes are ripped from her body by another
unseen force. He slides his tongue...

****The following has been edited for those minors that get these mails 8) ****

Elysiad stands looking out her window once again. And looks at the ocean
and watches AlAqrb walk along the shore. "Perhaps....."

Date: Sun, 14 Jul 1996 10:22:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Syl <petal@earthlink.net>
Subject: The Birth Of Granis The Sunaj (part one)

Please Post to the Mailing List, Thank you

:::As the Sun began to Rise thru the sky..its rays, just beginning to touch
the fragile lands underneath its graces...deep within the Asyr Desert the
sands began to move....as anyone on the sands out there could feel the
slight tremors....as suddenly there was an explosion of light as several
hundread Rainbow's sprang forth into the sky and across the Desert...as the
Pyramid shudder into existances slowly...then finally coming to fully appear
in the glow of the Morning Sun::::

Granis awoke from his slumber rather early this day, and quicklily donned
his armor and gear, snatching up the amulet he was giving by Sun`zen...he
studied the item closely, and could see nothing special about it.....just
outside his window the first rays of the morning began to glide into his
room. Granis holding the amulet walked to the window....then suddenly the
amulet was hit by ray of the sun....Granis stopped in his movement as he
quickily spinned around, as he found himself suddenly in the Desert and
standing shin deep in sand, there just to his left stood a Pyramid glowing
in the light of the morning sun...Granis looked to the amulet and noticed it
glowed for a mere second...then sudddenly Granis found himself standing
inside the Pyramid..as the amulet vanished from his grip...his hand slightly
numbed by the feeling of the amulet leaving him.

Granis looked around, and could clearily see the large pillars of stone
and statues that rose beyond his vision high into the ceiling...and wrapping
around the pillars, statues, along the walls, and across some parts of the
floor...were these beautiful roses...each seemingly looked just like the
rainbow..and as he looked closely, he could slowly see the patterns of color
shift within the petals of each rose...he leaned close to touch
one..."Stop!!!" Granis nearly fell over from the sudden voice, but
didnt...Granis turned to see who commanded him, and grined slightly at
seeing Sun`zen wearing tattered clothes, but they seemed rather strong in an
odd way. "Good Morning, Sun!", Granis replied. "Morning, Granis...and please
do not touch the flowers, ok?", Sun asked. Granis nodded. "So when do we
begin the training?", he asked. Sun looked to the into air towards the
ceiling.....as ripples of energy and light began to flare...thunder and
lightning flashed outside of the Pyramid...then Sun looked to Granis, and
smiled..."It begins now", Sun replies, and with a gesture of his hand,
Granis awakes to find himself spreaded eagle on a table, with his arms
outstretched, and as he looked with only his eyes to the right, he could see
all of his gear and equipment laid upon a far away table, and to the left
Sun, smiling at him, seemingily playing with a bunch of strange metal
instruments...."Sun..care to explain this???", Granis asked. "Not much to
explain...you are now my prisoner...HAHAHA...NOT...sorry just always wanted
to say that", "But really, i merely transported you to the preparation room,
since this is where you will be spending the next 8 years of your life, plus
the additional 2 years it will take to train you correctly in the use of the
Tattoo's...so just relax, and try and not think about the pain, that makes
the "Dead" glad they arent alive...ok?", Sun explains and tells him.
Granis tries to grin, but inside his mind his brain is screaming at
him...""I told you this was a BADDDDD idea..didnt I...but NOOOOO, we dont
listen..noooo, we want revenge for being made a fool of by the Sunaj...well
buddy look at you now...no..no..dont say it...'Shut up'..""...Granis sweats
a little...waiting for the beginning.

Sun...walked around Granis..rubbing an oilish film all over his
body..."Granis this will numb some of the pain, alright...blink once for
yes..twice for no!" Granis blinked once. Sun finished with the oil...and
stepped back as he saw Granis muscle tighten real fast, then suddenly
relax...Quickily, Sun drew out the magical grafting rods...as he clapped one
to his to each of his ankle, touched the small ruby at the top of them...as
a glow pulsed from each of them....the clasps, slap the sides of each of his
ankles as blood and bits of flesh were splayed across the run...slowly the
clasp twisted and turn..as they slowly dug their way into his flesh and into
the granite slap that Granis, rested on...finally the clasp, reached
bone...and with a grinding sound, then with a sudden screeching sound, each
clasp, stopped , as the wound was magically sealed by the clasps, binding
each of the clasps directly to Granis's bone of each ankle, preventing
escape....Sun walked over, and with two more clasps, he placed each one
directly above Granis's wrists, and again after touching the ruby, the
clasps, splayed open his wrists, sending blood and bits of flesh into the
area...muscle, liagments, cartilage being cut in two as the magical clasps
each slowly twisted and turned grinding its way down into the bloody mess of
his wrist(both left and right)...blood shooting out from the artery that is
cut open...slowly, the clasp, grinded into the bones...screeching to a halt
deep into the bones(imagine the sound the drill at the Dentist office
makes)...then once again..the wound is magical sealed and healed...leaving
the clasp bonded to the bone and table....Sun moved to Granis neck and
head...doing the same to both of them as he did with ankles and
wrist...placing the clasps, one over his neck, and the other on top of his
head.....after a few seconds...the blood, brain, muscle, skin/flesh and
pieces of bone stop being splayed into the area, and the wounds on both the
neck and head are sealed and healed...Sun then brings to set out the magical
tools to etch the tattoo's into Granis's body...~*Relax Granis, you are
about to become a new Man!*~

::::On the outside of the Pyramid the day slowly creeps by at the speed of a
trapped snail:::

:::Inside the Pyramid...weeks and months move past...Sun, shaves Granis, of
his beard nearly 17 times the first year, then only 15 the second, then on
the third 16 times...then finally gives up, and lets the damned thing
grow....as he looks over Granis's body...as he begins to count the number of
etched and powered tattoo's that glisten on Granis's
body...1...2..3..4......7..., Sun realizes he must place more on Granis body
just to make sure he is ready for just about anything...and so more years,
pass by...Granis hair, begins to grey in certain areas..balding slightly on
his head...his muscles slowly deteriote to almost nothing...his muscle tone,
is nearly all go by the 6th year of the process....now Sun counts the number
again...1....4....8....12...18..., "Yes, this is enough, this amount should
give him a fighting chance against them, and plus he has two tattoo's of my
own creation, something the Sunaj will not expect!", Sun laughs out loud,
heavily and strong, breathing in the musk of an aged human, and dried smell
of urine, dung, blood, and sweat, Sun sneezes, and shakes his head...he
looks at Granis...then Sun gestures as a loud *CLANG* rings out...as all
the clasps within Granis body, magical reappear out of his body, and back
onto the etching table to the side.

~
((This ends part one...I had to cut what Stephen wrote into tweo parts
because I did not want to send something 14 [pages long to the list))
~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.

Date: Sun, 14 Jul 1996 10:24:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Syl <petal@earthlink.net>
Subject: The Birth of Granis the Sunaj (part two)

((this part is very graphic ...if you have a weak stomach skip to the end))

12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)12:48, 20 July 2013 (EDT)
:::This here description will explain the full details of what Granis went
thru for each tattoo, that was implemented into his body, except that the
two super monster ones, inflicted four times the amount of pain and twice
the amount of damage to his body:::::

Slowly as the magical etching tools slice into the flesh, blood, and muscles
of Granis's body, a cold sweat seeps across his body as the body becomes
coldly numb, then a throbbing numbeness springs out around the area of where
the tattoo is slowly being drawn into the very flesh, blood, muscles, and is
also being g directly linked into the very soul of Granis...headaches begin
to course and throb deep inside his mind...a terrible and hard hitting
shooting pain runs down his spine..his legs shudder suddenly, muscles
tighten and relax many times over...Granis can feel his body begin to tingle
from the power it slowly gains from the tattoo...he muscles and very fibers
of his nerve endings beging to throb and ache...even the muscles he has
never used before in his entire life...suddenly...a moment of calm, then
Granis body lunges forward, the magical clasps grinding against his bones,
from the sudden burst of his body in every direction...his body begins to
convulse with stabbing pains..as he feels his very soul screaming out for
relief..as he spews forth his own stomach acids from his stomach, the acids
spews forth up into the air, only to splash down unto his face, and in his
hair...his body becomes racked by continual bursts of constant fits of
nausea and weakness...his entire fiber of his body and soul screams out for
"DEATH!!!!"...even there are moments inbetween conciousness and
unconciousness, that Granis screams out in a hellish scream with a voice
from deep within the bowels of his own soul, as cries out, with tears
running down his face as he pleads in his voice, saying, "KILL ME...PLEASE
END THIS TORTURE...I WAS WRONG...KILL ME...KILL ME...I CANT TAKE THIS...KILL
ME...KILL Me....PLLEASE..pleasssseeeeeeeeeeeee...
<cry..cry..wimper...wimper..cry..cry...wimper...wimper...pleading..pleading.
..cry..cry....wimper...>... <----all of the above last for four days and
nights), but slowly the pain lessens down to just the occassionally stabbing
pain...nausea..and fits of convulsing....then two days later...the pain is
gone, and only the memory of the pain, torture, and the desire for immediate
death lingers in the front of his mind...along with mild headaches....then
on the twentyenth day, after Granis has fully recoveredit begins all over
again....this continues for each of the 18 tattoo's that are placed on and
in Granis's body....but if you can bring your imagination forward deeper,
just a little more....imagine that pain if you can five times worse of each
of the two super monster tattoo's that were placed into his body and
soul...imagine that amount of torture...think clearfully...and open your
soul to the pain and death of that kind of pain, and torture over four days
and night...:::::::::

Five years, ten months, and nine days later, Granis slowly begins to
recover his muscle tone from the process of placing of the eighteen magical
tattoo's into his body...the process of recovery takes the next the two
years to recover from...then once he has fully recovered, Sun begins
training him on each of the uses, and the different implementations of each
of the tattoo's given too him, this training taking on another two years of
Granis life, after this amount time, is Granis finally allowed to drink down
the four potions that Sun has made from Wyldcard's elven blood and a number
of other magical ingredients, the potions are two potions of youth, and two
potions of longevity....Granis drinks one slowly..coughing abit at the taste
of the potion...then after about twenty minutes drinks another one...after
finishing each potion, Granis grins as he looks into a polished mirror in
the room of the training hall, and now sees his new body covered with
several tattoo's and his younger body stronger and tougher than ever
before...Sun explains to him, "Granis, the number of tattoos, that I placed
on your body, now makes you a supernatural being, your strength is mightier,
your quickness is faster, and your skin more resistance to normal and
magical damage, also know that only your magical tattoo death touch can heal
your wounds, or another being from my world such as myself, Taeylea, and
Kaejo can heal you fully if you were to take more damage than you could
recover from....Also the Sunaj will test you, but I have used the gifts of
the Pyramid to place into your mind as much information and knowledge that
we both figured that you could handle, so that you could infliterate the
Sunaj more easily without to many problems...Welcome to the family of the
Sunaj, Assassin Granis." Sun sets out the Sunaj formal armor, and equipment
for Granis, to wear when he leaves for Atlantis.

::::For those who like rolls, I personally rolled each roll for the potions:
Potion Youth #1: 2 years restored; Potion of Youth #2: 3 years restored;
Potion of Longevity #1: 7 years restored; Potion of Longevity #2: 8
years....bring Granis down to the age of 21 years old. :::::

:::Sunaj then gestures and Granis suddenly finds himself and all of his
gear, including the Sunaj formal armor, and equipment, inside his room...as
he finds himself staring out across the landscape of Arangoth as a new
morning begins to rise thru the lands....~*Granis, friend, only 1 day has
passed outside of the Pyramid, enjoy!*~

-Sun`zen(aka. Jul`Kair, aka.Sun`Dragn, aka. Sunaj)
Champion of BattleFest '96
....Long Live the BlkDragon*Inn in all its Glory.
-starcry(aka. Stefhan, the mun)

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

Date: Sun, 14 Jul 1996 11:26:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: StevE <misanthrope@earthlink.net>
Subject: Re: PC tolerance and Lack there of

**Gasps and looks at Quick's letter in innocent wonder**

oh no! you mean....people actually dont *like* other people?? no! say it isnt true! my entire vision of a perfect utopia of Arangoth has been irrepairably shattered! what about me?? i love everyone! i shelter everyone from harms path and take them under my wing to care and treat them lovingly!

**nearly gags then rolls his eyes**

please...i dont think i really need to go into the humor thing anymore than i have the past couple of nights where i say a joke or something *meant* as a joke and people spend the next half hour pulling their underwear out of their rears...so, quick, i can tell you now....it wont stop....there are always people who refuse to play humorously, whether its ic or ooc...so all ya can do is just shrug it off, mark it down as another loss, then add the persons name to a nifty list **points to a pen and half filled piece of notebook paper beside his monitor** to mark down the people with whom *not* to rp with....so far, its working for me <g>....the past week, all ive tried limiting myself to was playing with people i didnt know, and ive had more fun in this small time than in the months ive tried to work my way into playing with my "friends"....

k, off like a dirty shirt....

StevE

Date: Sun, 14 Jul 1996 15:08:55 -0600 (MDT)
From: Stef <stefanie@rt66.com>
Subject: Re: PC tolerance and Lack there of

Speaking for myself, I lie Quick's role...diversity is great and a
pickpocket was always one of my favorite types of characters to see played. :)

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

http://www.bnbcomp.net/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm
Irc Channel #BLKDRAGON*Inn
It's no longer just roleplaying..it's friggin' "As The World Turns" meets
Captain Kangaroo ;)

Date: Sun, 14 Jul 1996 20:01:55 -0400
From: Ash <phantom@atomic.net>
Subject: Rating Code?
Cc: starcry@mont.mindspring.com

Due to the Graphic, voilent nature of some of the recent posts, and from
Adam Pigeons example on his own "stories", I pose the question, "Should we
have a rating code for the posts on the mailing lists, as in the story post?"

Okay before you down me on censorship, that is not what i meant, i mean a
_VOLUNTARY_ Rating given by the author if that is what they wish to do.
Granted this may cause some waves, but i think it would be benificial.
Perhaps some of the younger roleplayers and some of the sensitive ones of us
thought the cutting out of someone eyes and their gorey death was a bit to
much in detail or maybe i just have too explicite of an imagination. I am
merely suggesting a system not so much as like theatres, but like
Cable/Sattelite ratings, like "V" for excessive voilent content, or L for
language??? Does anyone else feel the same or do you think this is a
horrible idea, i would love some feedback. As in someone would post the
rating they give it at the beginning and it might warn some of us that this
might not be something we wish to read. I would like to state that i am NOT
WHINING about the latests post, i really enjoyed the Ruatha saga which my
example came from and i complimented the author, that is his writing style,
i am not criticizing the more violently motivated, just suggesting this in
light of the more sensitive readers out there.

Thank you for your time and May you have a WONDERFUL day/eve.

A proud @ of BDI and a fellow rp'er :)

~* Ashley *~

"Perhaps this is a situation where excessive honesty can be detrimental." --
Data, Star Trek: The Next Generation

Date: Sun, 14 Jul 1996 19:30:03 -0500
From: dee@southwind.com (Dee and Rich)
Subject: Re: PC tolerance and Lack there of

Quickening,

As a channel op, I'm sorry to hear that you feel that your character is at
risk of being banned from the inn simply because of her nature.One of the
beauties of #blkdragon*inn is the wide-diversity of characters there. From
what I have observed of the way you play Quickening, I have really seen
nothing that I would consider to be offensive...she's just a good theif!
:)...And to be honest, I have yet to see a character banned merely because
other muns didn't like the char...*grin* If that were the case, poor Random
would be banned for life! :) I would ask you this,Quickening, are you
certain the person banned from the channel was banned merely because the
character he played was "annoying" or was there perhaps an underlying reason
of which you might not be aware. If you are speaking of the case of Stagg,
which I suspect you might be, I must admit I was not there at the time the
ban was put into place,and I do not know all the reasonings behind the ban,
but I will state this...the reason listed with the ban, as Stagg was kicked,
was "Refuses to comply with ops"...The reason for his ban may have been due
to much more than an op simply finding him "annoying"...Perhaps if you wish
to know the reason for the ban,you should speak directly to the op who made
the ban, or Angel and Blk,as they pretty well know everything that goes on.

As for the incident with the bot,while I can in no way speak for the owners
of Horace or Dulcina, as a bot-owner myself (Pendrake and I own a bot on
#Camarilla), perhaps I can shed a little light from the point of view of
someone who owns a channel bot. Putting a bot together is not an easy
thing..it does take time and tender care to get a bot configured,and
maintained and updated properly. Bots are placed on a channel to ASSIST, to
make the lives of channel users easier,and add to the overall atmosphere of
the inn. To watch your bot, a "creation" upon which you have lavished time
and personal investment, continually abused is a VERY frustrating
experience.I, personally have witnessed MANY occasions of late of people
abusing the bots. Quite frankly folks, the people who gave us the use of
their bots have done so out of the kindness of their own hearts, in an
attempt to allow us to have a better experience on #bdi, and such treatment
is, I think,highly disrespectful to them, and ourselves as well. Try to
imagine the inn without a Horace or a Dulcy...:( As to your being kicked
for the incident, I am sorry that you feel that you were more harshly
punished than you should have been...however, I do not see the kick as
"unjust" for a number of reasons...#1) There have been notes posted, as well
as channel topics, over the past few days plainly stating "Please don't
abuse the bots!" #2) You were merely kicked, and immediately allowed to
return...the kick was merely to get your attention, and #3) You were, by
your own words, warned that Dulcy might kick back..this,in my opinion,
constitutes a warning, one that you obviously didn't pay attention to,
therefore the next step to get your attention was a kick...

I'm sorry if this offends anyone, but it is merely my opinion, and mine alone!

Thanks!
Dee :)
Mysha/Raenthrea/Elysiad and Anemone..:)

Date: Sun, 14 Jul 1996 21:45:24 -0500
From: Pyrona <fcastro@apci.net>
Subject: Pyrona the professional licensed firestarter

"Hi! Here's my card:"

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Date: Sun, 14 Jul 1996 22:10:51 -0500
From: Pyrona <fcastro@apci.net>
Subject: RE: Pyrona the professional licensed firestarter

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Sent: Sunday, July 14, 1996 9:45 PM
To: Multiple recipients of list BlackDragon
Subject: Pyrona the professional licensed firestarter

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Date: Mon, 15 Jul 1996 06:20:21 -0700
From: Adam <doochina@datatek.com>
Subject: I'm back!

Hey guys! IT's me! I'm finally back, and I have good reason for being
gone so long! First off, my computer was attacked by a virus and Windows
was knocked out, so I cleaned the virus and got Win 95 Cd-Rom. Then, I
found out both my 5 1/4 floppy drive and my cd-rom drive were bad, so I
had to get them replaced. So, here I am finally back with a new 4 speed
cd-rom, a new foppy drive, win 95, and a lot of catching up to do!
-Adam
--
One day more!
Another day, another destiny.
This never-ending road to calvary
These men who seem to know my crime
Will surely come a second time.
One day more!

Date: Mon, 15 Jul 1996 10:22:02 -0600
From: onestab@rmci.net (OneStab)
Subject: Time Away
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 Friends,

Duty has many facets. For over a year now, me time has been dedicated,
almost exclusively, to the defense of Arangoth and Loreil. This service has
been at times tedious, but for the most part, fulfilling and rewarding. I
have enjoyed me time serving as both a Warden and First Knight in Arangoth.

However, duty also includes one's family. Since me wife's death and
TirAimee's disappearance, me daughter, Elise, has been essentially
parentless. Her rearing accomplished by an old friend and mentor of mine
from me homeland. Time has come for me to leave the duties of these lands
and focus on me primary responsibility, fatherhood.

In time, perhaps, I will return to service with the Knights and the Wardens.
For now, I will be taking an extended leave of absense.

I wish ye all well, and entrust ye to the guardian hands of the Goddess.

In Faith,
Warden OneStab
First Knight of Arangoth

Date: Mon, 15 Jul 1996 19:47:57 -0400 (EDT)
From: Galliard <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu>
Cc: BlackDragon <BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net>
Subject: Re: I'm back!

> cd-rom, a new foppy drive, win 95, and a lot of catching up to do!
> -Adam

A FOPPY drive? Now wonder you've had problems connecting! Your drive's
a total FOP!!!

Wolfie`s PUN-ishing mun *grin*

Date: Mon, 15 Jul 1996 18:28:40 -0600 (MDT)
From: Stef <stefanie@rt66.com>
Subject: Great Aspirations
Cc: lysira@aol.com, rangerblue@earthlink.net, hht6c@faraday.clas.virginia.edu

Once again looking out of the spire's solitary window, the woman in black
gazes out into the starless night, the moon obscured by clouds, tantalizing
her of the upcoming battles in this land.

"Soon...oh so very soon..." Dark eyes scan the grounds of Verdant Keep,
viligant for any sign of movement of her rescuers, Storm Quickning and her
Dark Rose legion. The message sent by raven said they would come...where
were they? The opportunities were growing fewer...as were the days before
she would give birth to her first and only son.

The faint sound of activity outside her guarded doors announced the coming
of her one and only visitor. Rhiannonn sighs as she turns, seeing her captor
and father of her child stride into the room with little ado as the guards
swiftly swing the oak door closed behind him and locked it down.

"What brings me the honor of a nocturnal visit from you?" Rhiannonn gazes at
the Warden with a mixture of weariness and of wariness. OneStab pauses in
the shadows, watching his imprisoned mistress, his expression reflecting the
same emotions as hers. Sighing heavily, he approaches her and motions with
his hand. "I need to search you, Rhia....please do nae make this any more
difficult than last time, eh?"

A silent smile quickly passes Rhiannonn's lips, remembering the last time
she was searched for concealment of weapons..wondering if he recovered
nicely from the nasty bite she cast on his hand. The searching was a mere
formality by now...routine and mundane...they both knew that she had no
weaponry upon her, and since the capture of the Black Covenant, her magical
properties were no longer a threat to anyone's safebeing. Yet all the same,
he had taken her pendant. Running his hands down her sides then to her front
beneath her black robe, OneStab paused, startled by an awakening
sensation..the feel of a tiny rebellious kick upon the palm of his hand from
her abdomen. His expression softening for a moment, he paused in wonder,
forgetting for the moment who this woman was or their circumstances.

Holding her breath, Rhiannonn's face softened momentarily and
unseen...touched by the awe on her enemy's face. Then it passed...and as One
raises his eyes to meet hers, they are met by two hardened orbs, cold as
onyx. Abruptly, he turns away and rakes a hand swiftly through his hair.

"Your time is almost due, Rhia", OneStab replied in a gruff and strained
voice, "There are some things we need to discuss after the child has come."

Rhiannonn sets her jaw stubbornly, her dark eyes boring into his back.
"Oh...really. Seems to me that since my capture, *you've* been doing all the
talking around here...this is *my* child...you cannot be certain you are the
father." Then she laughed.

His cheeks reddening angrily, OneStab swung around, grabbing her shoulders,
losing his characteristic cool demeanor, and instantly shocking her into
silence.
"Woman...I have had enough..do you hear me?! ENOUGH of you...if I were any
less an honorable man-" OneStab bit off the rest of the sentence. He had
reached his end with her...he would have to change his plans regarding her
after the child came.

Rhiannonn assesses him with a critical eye, seeing the obvious strain this
war was taking on the Warden. Many nights he was away, planning...his life
revolved around it and was virtually non-existent at his keep. And the
nights he was here...ah, here was the soul of a tortured man that few others
had seen. Occasionally through the mortar and brick, she could envision
glimpses of his most private thoughts. She could sense them best of all on
nights she would watch him take long walks through the overgrown gardens on
dark nights, his thoughts haunted by ghosts of his past...betrayed friends,
a dead woman he still loved. Once she even thought she saw the image of a
child in his thoughts..the vague outline of a tiny little girl, her hair a
mass of dark ringlets and her skin a soft percelain with the glow of the
innocence only the young can possess. Rhiannonn did not know who she
was...but the thoughts of her were locked deep inside of him..and the most
difficult to read.

As her mind was brought back to the present, she was surprised to see him
watching her closely, as if he sensed her thoughts. Rhiannonn took a step
back as he took a step forward, cupping her chin in a large hand, forcing
her to look at him squarely in the eye.

"It matters not who the father is, Rhiannonn. What matters is its
welfare...and I deem you unfit to be its mother...you do not know how to
love. The child will remain under my care and I shall see to it that he is
raised appropriately...under Loriel principles."

"I would rather *die* first", Rhiannonn seethes quietly, her eyes locked in
silent combat with his.

OneStab slowly releases her face and looks at her, nodding in thought then
sighs. "If that is how you would have it..verra well. But the child comes
first...what you choose to do to yourself afterwards will be on your own
hands, may the Goddess have mercy on your soul. Faith knows, I have tried by
my best by you Rhiannonn, but you only find reason to hate than to accept.
I pity you."

And with that, OneStab turns away and walks to the door, rapping sharply on
it to signal to the posted guards on the otherside. Looking back over his
shoulder, he eyes a silent and stony-faced Rhiannonn.

"If you should have a change of heart, you know what to do milady." Giving a
mock bow, OneStab exits through the door, leaving her alone once again to
herself in her gilded prison.

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

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Date: Mon, 15 Jul 1996 22:18:41 -0600
From: onestab@rmci.net (OneStab)
Subject: Re: Great Aspirations

::blinks:: Wow.. that was... masterful.. An impressive look not only into
Rhia but OneStab's tormented side as well. No one but you could write that
besides me..

Date: Mon, 15 Jul 1996 22:31:13 -0600 (MDT)
From: Stef <stefanie@rt66.com>
Subject: Great Aspirations 2
Cc: rangerblue@earthlink.net, lysira@aol.com, hht6c@faraday.clas.virginia.edu

"My lord...the woman...she seeks to join you for breakfast."

Surprised sapphire eyes instantly meet the confused ones of a guard.

"What?"

The guard nods, shifting uncomfortably in his uniform. "Aye, Warden...the
woman 'prisoned in the tower...she requested me to ask ya if she may come
an' join ya for some tea....an' quite nicely she did too.."

OneStab's brows shot up. "She was actually nice?"

The guard nodded once again, clearly feeling out of his element.

OneStab's eyes narrow suddenly and suspiciously. "I see." Setting down his
glass firmly on the table, he pushed his chair away and slowly stood,
adjusting his sword belt. "Verra well, bring her down..and mind ye..guarded."

The guard nodded curtly and turned to leave. Three quarters of an hour
later, when OneStab was starting to wonder if perhaps the request had been a
mere prank, the shuffling of footsteps approached the west lounge. Suddenly
the door swung open and two guards gently but firmly escorted a woman in.
OneStab had to blink twice. His eyes traveling slowly upwards, he was
greeted by the sight of a woman he knew as Rhiannonn, but did not resemble
her at all. Gone were the customary black robes she *insisted* on always
wearing and in their place..a beautiful pale yellow silken maternity dress
he had provided for her, among many other garments, when she was brought to
the castle. Even more striking, she had her black hair pinned up, loose
wispy strands touching the nape of her neck and softening her face. But the
most remarkable thing...and OneStab rubs his eyes...was that there was no
longer her trademark smirk on her lips or the defiance in her dark eyes In
their place he was met with a look of composed serenity...as if she were
merely a polite neighbor stoppnig by for tea.

"By the Goddess, Rhiannonn, one of us has lost our marbles.." OneStab
mumbles, unsure what guise this is.

Lowering her eyes delicately, Rhiannonn murmurs, "I have thought over your
words carefully...One. I am willing to change..to show you that I can
raise..*our* child." Rhiannonn raises her eyes to OneStab sincerely. OneStab
gazes at her for a long moment, thinking the Asyri must have indeed finally
lost her senses...perhaps he should nae have kept her imprisoned so long..

"OneStab...I would like to start anew...may I join you? The baby is famished."
Then beyond all doubt, she gave him a warm smile...without the malice,
without lies, without sarcasm.

"Er..ah..aye." OneStab motions to the table and exchanges a quizzical look
with the guards who return with a dumbfounded one each of their own.
Rhiannonn glances at the guards...then at OneStab. "Aye...ah...I think I can
handle this situation if need be...dismissed." Watching the guards leave,
Rhiannonn sits primly at the side table where OneStab had been.

OneStab approached her warily, eyeing her. "Is this some sort of trick...an
illusion? Just last night you had nothing but spite for me." Rhiannonn
glances down...and a teardrop falls into the half-empty cup sitting before her.
"I came to the realization that I must change..for myself..for my son. The
Asyr have no more control over me...but I need your help, OneStab."

OneStab sat perched at the edge of the table for long moments and finally
came to a conclusion. "I do nae fully trust you Rhiannonn...but if you are
willing to try as you claim, I will give you the chance..for our child."

As OneStab turned to ring for a cook, Rhiannonn glanced up, a slow smile
crossing her face, a dark glint in her eye.

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

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Date: Mon, 15 Jul 1996 22:39:58 -0600 (MDT)
From: Stef <stefanie@rt66.com>
Subject: Re: Great Aspirations

At 10:18 PM 7/15/96 -0600, you wrote:
>
>
>::blinks:: Wow.. that was... masterful.. An impressive look not only into
>Rhia but OneStab's tormented side as well. No one but you could write that
>besides me..
>
>
Does that mean you like it? ::smile:: BTW..I am trying like hell to get on
servers...I am lagged or something..so wake up!!

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

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Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 01:12:24 -0400
From: Dave Crampton <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
Subject: Stalker's Life...Part 11

Well, as we turn our gaze upon this wacky crazy kinda guy, the usual
warnings come into play.
1. Violence is possible
2. Nudity is possible
3. Graphic forms of the above are possible.
4. Crappy writing is possible (hell, even likely)
5. As above, profanity is possible and pretty ^&@%@#$* likely.
6. SPAM WILL RULE FOREVER! MUHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
7. Dave will go and take his pill now....

FINAL CHAPTER OF THE FIRST BOOK

A post it note. It was written on a freakin' post-it note. "Meet me at the
War-Del Motel. Room 11B. Come alone. Your life for hers." He had noticed
it on the ground in front of the front door of the #RedFang bar. Those damn
things never stick. Now he was on his way to a crappy little suburb of
Detroit called Shelby Township. Bunch of conservative, republican,
stick-up-their....well, anywayz, Jake wasn't one bit happy.

In fact he was downright pissed. Scarrd, a Black Widow, decided on
SolarFlare as his target to get at Jake. ((If any of you remember,
SolarFlare was one of Jake's Childer...one of the bazillions..)) His life
for hers. The one thing Jake couldn't give up for her was the only thing
that this Black Widow freak would take. Jake drove like a madman down
VanDyke...16 Mile Road...17 Mile Road...the only thing that was keeping him
from frenzying was the Metallica on the radio...

Turning into the run-down motel's driveway at about forty miles per hour,
Jake screeched his black Firebird to a halt and jumped out of the car. He'd
show this so-called Mage exactly what spells he could shove up his arrogant
little ass as he ripped his head off. If any passerby had looked at him,
they'd notice his eyes gleamed a little red and his canines looked way too
long. Jake went up a flight of stairs and came to apartment 11B. Kicking
violently, he ripped the door off of its hinges and sent it shattering into
the room.

There was a female scream and a male chuckle as he stared incredulously in
at the scene. A red haze was creeping about his vision as he looked on...
blood was pooled on the floor. SolarFlare's blood. She was tied up to the
bed, nude, her skin cut almost to ribbons...every time one of her wounds
instinctively tried to re-heal, Scarrd would slash it anew, even as Jake
stood there watching. Looking up at Jake finally, Scarrd grinned
nonchalantly, as if this was all a game, and brought his hidden sword down
quickly, severing SolarFlare's head from her convulsing body. The red haze
creeped in upon his vision, completley obscuring it. Then all he knew was
warmth....the warmth of fresh blood.....

--

This has been the last installment of Stalker's Life. There were 11 parts,
of which I have copies. E-mail me privately if you missed any. I do plan
on writing more about him, and am going to find a much better title than
this one. Anywayz, comments, suggestions, flames, offers of sacrifice, etc
are always accepted. >:) L8r spammy people.

--
Dave Crampton AKA Dark Vampyre

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

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

Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 04:12:02 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
cc: mrset1@ix.netcom.com, rycher@grnet.com
Subject: SimnFenix's Mundane gets older on July 16th

*Simon strides thru Arangoth, towin a wildly thrashing person behind
him..*

"Come on, Bryan, it's your Birthday. Let it be recognized..."

*Bryan finally surrenders th the towing, not knowing where SImon is taking
him for his 24th year of mortal life...*

SimnFenix and his Aging Mundane...

Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 09:39:23 -0700
From: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: Posting Ratings

Good idea I think.. this way if someone doesn't want to read something to
graphic etc. they have an option..BUT remember there are certain
restrictions on how far you can go here on the list..We cannot forget that
we have a YOUNGER crowd with us...So let's consider them when we write..

Rating code

G=Little kids could read it and not have nightmares or know where babies
come from after reading the post

PG-13= Some mild violence possible hint of sexual happenings but not enough
for them to get it or you to get into trouble

R=Very graphic in violence and a bit more sexual tones ((let's not get
carried away though...we that know how to take a hint don't need details))

I'll elaborate on these later....

P.S. Remember to put a rating at the TOP of the post..

Thanks :)
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Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 09:39:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: StevE <misanthrope@earthlink.net>
Subject: Re: Great Aspirations

Well, i just have to say that this entire thing is very well written...i suppose One is right about only you two actually being able to describe One and Ms. "I-Have-Alot-Of-N's-In-My-Name"'s reactions so well, but they are written in such a graphic and definitive manner that its like i was peeking in on 'em <g>...i only have one complaint that i found quite unnerving...im sorry to say this but...well...*sigh*... you mispelled the word "stopping" in "stopping for tea".... <vbg>
Hurry up and write a bunch more cause i dont want you to have a writers block fall on your head and you cant finish =)
toodles and stuff...off like a prom dress...

StEvE

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

Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 09:39:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: StevE <misanthrope@earthlink.net>
Subject: Re: SimnFenix's Mundane gets older on July 16th

Flashback grins madly as he sees two of his *biggest* heros walking in... ((sorry...you have to have seen this pc in action to know why they are his heros <g>))
With a sensory expoding giggle, he leaps from his place along the philotic cords of the universe and pops into existance before the couple in a myriad of sparkles and wavering matter...
"Helloooooooo peepels!!! so its yer birthday huh?? i know! ill get my hero a present!!"
And with another flash and another blur of sparkles and melted existance, he vanishes away for but a second before coming back again in the same spot, little box in hand...
"oh i cant wait for you to open it...ill just tell you what it is! <bg> its a spice rack! everyone needs a spice rack! ...now...where was i...? OH YES! I REMEMBER!"
With a big hug to both of them, entirely too quick for them to make a move to stop him, he whips out his book and pen, handing it out to them with a smile to rival that of a 3 year old after an hour of Barney vid's that his clueless aunt got him for christmas...
"Can-i-have-your-autographs-sirs???"
And with a look of happiness that is only granted by insanity, he watches his "heros" in wonder...

(sorry....had to do it...that whole RandoM-like action once per hour thing....)

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

Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 09:39:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: StevE <misanthrope@earthlink.net>
Subject: Re: Stalker's Life...Part 11

oooooohhhhhh....a suspenseful ending <eg>....Dave, another well writen, well worded, descriptive, well spamifyied story...but tell me...the spam thing...this....infatuation if you will...is it in alliance with the vampire theme? i mean, do you have to think of undead alot to actually be able to accept that spam even exists? <g>

commendations,

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

Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 18:45:25
From: The Ebil One <CMCCUB51@mail.caps.maine.edu>
Subject: Muns.

I came into the inn, and what faced me was tireing. It may be just me, and
you can all just ignore this letter, but every other line was (( )), MUNS.
Almost all of the inn members were OOC, and once in a while they'd pop in
IC. I know I go ooc a bunch, but I try to keep the conversational mun
speaking to MSG, not in channel. I ask one question that I hope some will
answer:
Should we limit the OOC stuff, and keep more of it MSG then in channel?
-Jules.

Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 18:49:25
From: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (Queen of Arangoth)
Subject: The Escape.....

::Angel and Narisa run not looking back...the burning sun blazing down on
them they make theyre way as far south as they can...Narisa whimpers::

"Alysia! Please can we stop for a moment!" She stops and drops to her knees
in the sand::

::Angel turns around and stops panting heavily:: "Aye..we've been running
for at least an hours time...they havn't gained on us...or even chased us
for that matter....tis good we went south" she drops to the sand trying to rest

::Narisa looks up:: "Why..why did we go south? Is not Arangoth north?"

::Angel wipes the sweat from her brow:: "Aye..but that's where they would
think us to run..and most probably where they are heading now" she grins at Nar

::Narisa almost catching her breath :: "I'm thristy Aylisa...we need water"

::Angel frowns slightly:: "Aye luv' me too.. we will need water..especially
if we are to keep going...the sun will be up for at least 3 more
hours...it's hotter than hell itself out here...there must be an oassis out
here somewhere ..or a village..." her words trail off as she sets her hand
over her brow gaurding her eyes from the sun..she turns in a complete circle
looking off into the desert...seeing nothing but just that.."Pray to the
Saints I'm right...we won't last long out here"

::Narisa lets out a sigh, tears welling up in her eyes:: <q>"We can't make
it...in your condition sister...you..you cannot expect to travel so far in
such heat..."

::Angel looks back at Narisa with a glint of determination in her eyes::
"Damn well we WILL make it Nar! This child will NOT perish and I will be
with Blk and my children again! and you will be......" she stops herself
remembering Spectre gone.. <q>"well...i meant you'll be home..and..oh...I'm
sorry" ::she bows her head::

::Narisa's tears stain her cheek:: <q>It's ok Alysia...I don't have anyone
to go back to as you....I probably won't make it....it's alright...I wasn't
meant to have the life I wished for"

::Angel frowns:: "Damnation sister you WILL have the life you wished for!
I'll make sure of it! You WILL make it! we both will..::she pats her
stomache:: "And this child! Now lets move on...we need to find water! And,
get these damnable chains off our wrists!:: She grabs Narisa's arm and helps
her up. They continue south...hoping...to find something...anything....but
the Asyr.......
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Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 18:56:26
From: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (Queen of Arangoth)
Subject: Re: Muns.

My nick is TheMun at the moment..because both my pc's are kidnapped..but I
wasn't really even speaking in the channel..havn't been for two friggin
weeks..just waiting to be rescued *AHEM BLK AND SPECTRE* I'm only there to
watch the channel..so don't lump me in this thing

thanks

>I came into the inn, and what faced me was tireing. It may be just me, and
>you can all just ignore this letter, but every other line was (( )), MUNS.
>Almost all of the inn members were OOC, and once in a while they'd pop in
>IC. I know I go ooc a bunch, but I try to keep the conversational mun
>speaking to MSG, not in channel. I ask one question that I hope some will
>answer:
>Should we limit the OOC stuff, and keep more of it MSG then in channel?
>-Jules.
>
>
>
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Alysia Draconoris Muthoris Vostanoth
Queen of Arangoth
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Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 21:29:39
From: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (Queen of Arangoth)
Subject: The Sun smiles it's searing gaze as they move on..

**5 hours into thier escape**

::Angel and Narisa start to slow down...drenched with sweat they trudge on
thru the scorching desert::

"I...I can't continue" Narisa manages to pinch out the words through her
cracking dry throat

"There...got to be...something...soon" Angel wearily speaks

"I thought ye ...said there would only be 3 hours left of the sun..." Narisa
complains

"Aye...so I was ..wrong...tis only an hour to sunset at the most..it's
cooled considerably" She drops to her knee at a large bolder "Ah..come here
nar..let's try to break these chains on this rock"

::Narisa drops down next to Angel, her breathing heavy..sweat stinging her
eyes::

::Angel digs around the sand looking for any loose rocks and finds a small
one:: "here..put your chains up on the rock"

::Narisa obeys and slowly places her hands on the rock seperating her hands
as far as they would go..only a few precious inches is she allowed::

::Angel frowns looking at the dried blood around Narisa's wrists..then
glancing down at her own wrists that aren't in much better shape. She lifts
the rock and pounds on the chains..the force from the blow shoots thru
angel's bones like lightning and she winces...she continues and after
several tries she manages to split the chain:: "There...that will make
things easier.. here do mine" Angel stretches out her hands across the
boulder after giving Narisa the rock.

::Narisa takes many more times than Angel hitting the chains but finally
manages to split them:: "I need water Alysia..and ye need it twice as
bad...godz is there ANYTHING out here?! I've seen nay but god awful sand for
hours!"

::Angel rubs her wrists looking around "Just the fact that we found this
large boulder must mean we are near some kind of incline..a mountain
perhaps...and that would mean water... I wish I knew where the hell we
were...come..let's go a bit further..if we don't find anything before dark
we will camp for the night"

::Narisa nods and they both balance themselves on the boulder trying to stand::

**Sunset**

"we have no choice Narisa...we'll have to camp for the night...it's worse
traveling at night with nothing but the moon to show the way"

::Narsia stares at the small cave that they encountered...a large mountain
they had found some 20 minutes before sunset seemed theyre only refuge::
"but there are probably wild animals in there!"

::Angel grumbles:: "Then they'll be having houseguests for the night.. or
would ye rather sleep out here under the stars where the wolves or god knows
what else will get ye?"

::Narisa shudders and agrees to go into the cave. They dared not enter to
far...they just curled up in the entrance of the cave and a few minutes
later, were asleep::

**Sunrise***

::With the first bit of morning light coming into the cave Angel opens her
eyes. Every muscle in her body feels as though it has been ripped from her
body and put back..she lets out a quiet moan as she looks across to Narisa::
"Wake up sister..it's time to move on"

::Narisa jolts awake from what seems a nightmare:: "Spectre?!" Her eyes
rolling around the cave trying to gather her suroundings::

::Angel frowns and lets out a sigh:: "Nay sister..we're still lost..I'm sorry"

::Narisa sighs:: "I can't stop the nightmares"

::Angel slowly stands and offers a hand to her sister:: "They will stop in
time luv', for now lets try to get home...or at least some food and water"

::They exit the cave and adjust they're eyes to the morning light. Angel's
eyes widen as she turns to the left::

<q>"What the hell is that?!"

::Narisa turns in the direction and gasps:: "My lord! I don't know! But I'm
not going near it!!"

::Angel shoots Narisa a glance:: "C'mon there may be water..or even food
there, or someone to get us HOME"

::With much reluctance Narisa follows Angel...they walk straight for a huge
pyramid..that Angel knew was not there the night before................
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Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 21:54:42
From: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (Queen of Arangoth)
Subject: Re: A complaint from not-Steve...

Reads the first paragraph and replies>

Let me define what *I* consider free form roleplaying ok? ok :)

The BDI is essentially set in medieval times..though not everyone plays a
medieval character even though they've been asked a million times.. anyway..
it's basically let's play pretend without all the classes,rules,blablabla of
D&D.. i'ts us writing a story as we go along..most of the time I always
interact with all kinds of characters and just roll with it..EXCEPT in this
case.. the kidnapping of Narisa and Angel... there are certain ways I wanna
go with this..only very few different directions it can go...one of the
purposes of this mailing list is to write stories..sometimes sure anyone can
join in...other times NO it will screw everything up..if I had said "Oh
anyone can join" Angel and Narisa would have been rescued in two second way
to easily and bam..no more storyline..I have enjoyed it very much to write
all the stories I have for the last two weeks..weather they are good or not
is not for me to say..and probably no body but myself and others involved
have even read them..But,
I've had fun none the less.. and we havn't said "No one go near this
story..we said no one go near this story without asking" and many have
emailed us first asking if they could post something..sometimes yes they
could because it didn't interfere but ADD to the story..other times no it
just didn't work..As in real life not everyone will be involved in one
peticular instance or situation...so it goes the same here.

I'm sorry if some of you feel left out of this storyline, but it's kinda an
important one and I'de just like to see it get the plots,stories,and ending
it deserves...

Thanks :)

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Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 22:10:46
From: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (Queen of Arangoth)
Subject: Re: A complaint from not-Steve...

and another thing

Just read the rest of that post

The purpose of this mailing list as I said before is to write stories..I
have read several on here that My Pc is in no way involved with..does this
upset me? NO, it's like reading a new book..it's enjoyable to read other's
stories and see what they're pc's and others in that story are up to..that
is what it is all about. As I said before we cannot all be involved in
everyone's stories..especially in the Inn when there are 30 plus people
talking about all different things..so it's nice to come in here and see the
stories of characters that we may not even really interact with because we
are to busy with our own... this way we don't miss everything that went on
in the Inn.. as far as ignoring a post if someone jumps in..well that
doesn't make sense..once it's written it's much harder to fix the damage
done rather than have it never had happened at all..

>3) You fail to allow your creativity its fullest testing. If you have a
>closed story, then you are protected from someone just jumping in,
>granted. But at the same time you limit yourself. If you leave the
>story open for anyone to join in, then it tests your creativity to find a
>way to work them smoothly in and out (whichever they may go).

I don't agree.. if someon just jumps in and says "OH! I kill angel out in
the desert" well DUH that's lame ..or "I rescue them and they are home" etc..

>4) You alienate the "newbies." Lately I have also seen a few new people
>come into the inn, and try to get involved in the role-playing, only to
>be ignored. They then leave and never come back. This is not entirely a
>result of closing stories, but anyone can see that closing stories
>certainly does not help the situation any. Things like this (the newbies
>being ignored) lead to the creation of new role-playing channels. While
>I am not opposed to new role-playing channels, it pains me to see these
>come about as a result of the perceived "cliqueshness" of the BDI.

THis happens everywhere.. EVEN in the NEW channel's.. it's hard for people
that are into a plot or RPGing when someone says something to them they
might not even see.. some people develop a system of just looking at the
people's nicks they are dealing with at the time..a way to stick with the
story as it scrolls along..they may miss that anyone had even said anything
to them

>would also encourage all those people who have been running "closed
>stories" (those with a header stating that permission is desired before
>jumping into the story) to open them up to all, and challenge your
>creative abilities.

My creative abilities are very well in tact..I however cannot spare the time
on most occasions to explain in a post that this did not happen or he cannot
have done that in the story. now, I am not quite sure if you are speaking
soley live RP in the Inn or stuff here on the list.. I would certainly hope
it's not here on the list because the stories here are what I set this up
for.. and have made it clear on the web page and here what it is for.. I
don't see your argument at all if it's the list you are referring to.. If
you are referring to the BDI itself, I can see where the argument comes from
and I would be inclined to agree with you more..but, in some cases asking
someone not to interfere is the storyholders choice and right.

>not just my own. Oh, and don't be fooled by the polite nature of this
>complaint. I was sorely tempted to fill this thing with profanities, or
>even symbols that represent them, but didn't because some people will
>automatically dismiss anything with profanity or obvious anger in them as
>blowing off steam, and some people are offended by profanity.

I would have dismissed it because I would have thought it rude and in no way
accomplishing anything but being imature and obnoxious.

Ok.. I'm done :)

Love ya all..even you wolfie :)

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Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 22:15:47
From: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (Queen of Arangoth)
Subject: Re: A complaint from not-Steve...

Quickly..let me explain something

The specific reason we said "NO one allowed into this story" was not
something we had planned or really meant everyone..it included a certain few
that are notorious in jumping into plots and screwing everything
up..therefore we put the No one in without asking disclaimer in there...I
get posts now privatly from people with thier suggested posts and if it
works I just forward em to the mailing list..it works well this way and
keeps everyone happy..some of the posts that I have recieved would have
really messed the plot up and took me forever to fix.. so ergo the no
posting disclaimer :)

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Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 15:28:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: RangerBlue <rangerblue@earthlink.net>
Subject: Dragon Spires Expedition Once more
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, merikus@ix.netcom.com, SirCathay@aol.com,
Swiftsilvr@aol.com, Tyntigal@aol.com, Vahnia@aol.com, Vettexx@aol.com,
Rosesblush@aol.com, PottsceX@aol.com, Onestab@rmci.net,
stefanie@rt66.com

Subj: The Dragon Spires Expedition
Date: 96-07-09 22:05:18 EDT
To the beleagured citizens of Arangoth:

Loreil has come into possession of some intelligence concerning a
possible supply/weapon cache in the abandoned tunnels and mine shafts
of the Dragon Spires, north of Arangoth. Asyri forces, hampered by the
continuous rains in your country, are desperate to retrieve these
supplies to continue their war effort.

We are asking all available Wardens and any interested citizens to
come with us on a expedition to the Dragon Spires this Saturday night,
July 20, at 10:00 ((EDT)). We will meet at an encampment north of the
Castle ((meet in Channel #castle*camp)) to organize, and then leave
for the Dragon Spires.

Please be warned, friends, that this expedition, though not close to
known Asyri troops, could be dangerous. The Dragon Spires tunnels are
not mapped. It is possible that the Asyri have placed traps to protect
any army supplies. In addition, it is known that the tunnels and
abandoned mine shafts have often provided shelter for dragons and
other creatures best left undisturbed.

However, if we are successful, we can handicap the entire Asyri army
by destroying supplies which they might well have counted on to
continue the war.

Think carefully before signing on for this expedition. But if you are
able to serve Arangoth in this way, it will do you honor and the
Wardens will be grateful for your aid.

Please write to me by Friday if you would like to participate. Thank
you.

With respect,
RangerBlue
Sovereign of Loreil
First Warden

Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 16:51:54 -0700
From: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: Souls tattered and tempers flared...

Rated PG-13

::Angel and Narisa get shoved out the door by the guard.::

<m>"Touch me again Asyr and be ready to lose thy hand...along with other
body parts" Angel growls

The Guard chuckles "Ye ain't scarin me missy..yer chained up an ye cannot
touch me"

::Angel spins around and lifts her knee with all her force into the guards
groin...as he winces and drops to her knees she grins.."How unfortunate for
ye ye didn't rechain my ankles"

::With that and Dellila still in the tent with Xandur she turns to Narisa,
grabs her by the wrist and whispers "LET'S GO!"

::Narisa gasps and nods to Angel as she runs right behind Angel as fast as
she can::

::The guard doubled over in pain doesn't even notice Angel and narisa
running out of the camp and disapearing into desert when Dellila comes out::

::With a wicked grin on her face she stares up at the sky:: "oh how I shall
soon rule ever....OOOF!" she trips over the guard landing face first into
the sand "WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE DEVIL ARE YE DOING YE IDIOT?!" She
stumbles up brushing the sand off her glaring at the doubled over guard..
Then she gets an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomache and spins around
widely "Where are they?! Where is the Queen and her sister?!?!?! "

::The gaurd staggers to his feet:: "She..she suprised me..::still holding
his aching groin:: "They...they got away" ::he lowers his head::

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! YE DAMNABLE FOOL! YE LET THEM GET AWAY!!"
Dellila's rage fills her as she pulls out a dagger and slits the guards
throat..he makes a quick gurgling sound as his eyes widen, his face drains
all color and he drops down into the sand dead::

::Dellila screams for Xandur and anyone else who will hear her:: "They've
escaped!! HURRY! We must not let them get away!!" ::She jumps on the first
horse she can find and digs her heels into the steed...taking off
north..hoping its the right way::

**A few minutes later**

::Angel and Narisa run as fast as they can heading south::.....
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Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 20:05:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: StevE <misanthrope@earthlink.net>
Subject: Re: Muns.

>Hecks no! I say we limit the *IC* stuff. Our muns need to socialize! Down
>with roleplaying! Whats your take on this, Steve?
>*grins*
>
>---
>Cullen Stevenson

**blinks and looks around at the mention of his name**

Me? oh....well....i dont really give a damn and i think you all know that by now...and ill openly admit that i was one of the muns that Jul was talking about in the inn at the time.....that channel is for free forming....i hate to admit it, but we all free form with our "muns" in the brackets just as much as we do with our characters....we all do it so dont deny it, but sometimes we just go off mundane to mundane (that is the last time i will ever use that word...i am *not* mundane, dammit) and have a little fun...its like playing two characters at once....within the magic of the brackets we can have *ourselves* do anything we want, not just our characters....so dont complain about ooc brackets, because it is just another step in role playing between good friends....

StevE -- the non-mundane one...

p.s. -- the new Stephen Lotts term for "mundane" **shiver** is "pwt"...a person who types, or person who's typing =)

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

Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 22:12:45 -0500
From: cullen@net-link.net (Cullen Stevenson)
Subject: Re: Muns.

>Should we limit the OOC stuff, and keep more of it MSG then in channel?
>-Jules.

Hecks no! I say we limit the *IC* stuff. Our muns need to socialize! Down
with roleplaying! Whats your take on this, Steve?
*grins*

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

Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 23:24:49 -0500
From: cullen@net-link.net (Cullen Stevenson)
Subject: Re: Muns.

Yes! I agree with Steve! Completely rule our RPing like he said!

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

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 00:51:20 -0400 (EDT)
From: Galliard <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu>
Subject: A complaint from not-Steve...

Okay. It's my turn to both complain, and raise a valid point at the same
time (just like Steve does often... And yes, often he DOES have a valid
point).

Lately, especially on the mailing list, the majority of the stories I
have seen are marked with the header "This is a set storyline, please do
not jump in without asking." I don't know, maybe I'm way off base, and
If I am, would someone please explain it to me (gently, I'm not flaming
anyone here...)? By closing the plotline to outside people you defeat
the purpose of free form role playing. You have a set plotline, and
things are going to end up a certain way--you've already decided it, and
don't want anyone else to jump in a "ruin" it (ie: God PCs and certain
characters whom are not considered good Rpers--I'm not mentioning any
names here). Am I right so far?

That is not free form role playing as I see the definition. By closing
the story to outsiders (not referring to newbies, but anyone you haven't
written into the plot--which lends weight to my above argument), you
limit yourself, discourage other players from role-playing, fail to allow
your creativity its fullest testing, and alienate the "newbies."

1) You limit yourselves. Someone else out there may have a great idea
to add to your pre-written plot, and you never get it because they don't
want to intrude on an already-established group. Also, if no-one ever
takes the newbies under their wing and *shows* them how not to create God
PCs in the story... then how will they learn? Some of them simply don't
know that their PCs are too powerful to provide any fun RPing, and others
don't realize that a limited PC 1) makes the plotline drag out farther,
2) stimulates your imagination and creativity by using your PC's limited
abilities to their fullest potential, and 3) can be just as enjoyable to
play, and is certainly more fun for other players to interact with.
<<Note to God PC owners: If your character was truly the master of all
that power, he/she wouldn't need to use it. >:) >>

2) You discourage other players from role-playing. When you close a
story from open joining, then you are simply telling a story, and acting
it out, rather than role-playing (correct me if you think I'm wrong on
any of these points, or have a differing viewpoint). This means you
expect the rest of the RPers to pay attention, otherwise you'd just go to
your own channel, and act it out there and mail each other back and
forth, the way I see it. I have a story that I am writing, true, (A
\\'olf Story) but it concerns only my character, and takes place before
his appearance in the BDI. The thing that separates role-playing from
story-telling, in my mind, is audience participation. If you only allow
certain members of the audience to participate, then you are not
role-playing, you are telling a story. And I believe the BDI was
established as a role-playing channel. If you want to write stories,
then mail each other back and forth, and then present to finished thing on
the mailing list. I assure you I will enjoy it a lot more then.

3) You fail to allow your creativity its fullest testing. If you have a
closed story, then you are protected from someone just jumping in,
granted. But at the same time you limit yourself. If you leave the
story open for anyone to join in, then it tests your creativity to find a
way to work them smoothly in and out (whichever they may go). Granted
you may run into God PCs, but that provides an opportunity to turn those
Players and the players who in your own opinion are not "good"
role-players into ones you enjoy role-playing with.

4) You alienate the "newbies." Lately I have also seen a few new people
come into the inn, and try to get involved in the role-playing, only to
be ignored. They then leave and never come back. This is not entirely a
result of closing stories, but anyone can see that closing stories
certainly does not help the situation any. Things like this (the newbies
being ignored) lead to the creation of new role-playing channels. While
I am not opposed to new role-playing channels, it pains me to see these
come about as a result of the perceived "cliqueshness" of the BDI.

I hope that I have not offended anyone with this complaint, but if you
are indeed offended, maybe you should take a look at why you're
offended. I'm not attacking anyone, but simply stating a concern. I
would also encourage all those people who have been running "closed
stories" (those with a header stating that permission is desired before
jumping into the story) to open them up to all, and challenge your
creative abilities. Again, I am open to other viewpoints, but unless
your argument is pretty convincing, I will not change my position. If
you bother to respond, esp. in regard to the newbie and God PC points, I
don't want to hear excuses about what the other people will or won't do.
I want to hear what you are willing or unwilling to do. Making excuses
simply shows me that you are too lazy to take the effort to help someone
else out. If they don't want your help, fine. At least you offered.
Then you can simply ignore all their actions in regard to your plot. But
I for one, do not like being thrown into a group considered God PCs and
others automatically, with status to change upon asking permission to
join you story, which is what I feel is happening.

On a final note, let this be a notice to all. I will not ask permission
to join in any story. If you close it, I won't jump in, but neither will
I ask permission, and I will simply ignore the whole thing. I would much
rather not do this, and be free to enjoy all the stories running around,
not just my own. Oh, and don't be fooled by the polite nature of this
complaint. I was sorely tempted to fill this thing with profanities, or
even symbols that represent them, but didn't because some people will
automatically dismiss anything with profanity or obvious anger in them as
blowing off steam, and some people are offended by profanity.

Wolfie`s Open-story Player

P.S. I have created a new character for the inn, albeit on a temporary
basis, due to his ability and a curse, I do not expect him to
survive for very long. His name is Ragman, and he is on a
mission. A short description: Ragman is a hulking brute of a
man with arms of tree-stump thickness. He is dressed in typical
attire (meaning normal clothes for the time) and carries a large
stuffed sack on one shoulder. Anything else you wish to know
will be provided in role-playing, and is open to the public to
role-play with. I have but one rule... Due to his curse, he
cannot be healed in any way shape or form--even naturally,
although a continuously bleeding wound will not kill him,
provided it is small enough. The human body continually produces
plasma, and thus a small wound will not kill him. Larger wounds
may or may not kill him, depending on what I decide of the
severity of the wound. If you have a questions/concerns about
this character, please email me (not the list) and ask.

Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 22:06:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Syl <petal@earthlink.net>
Subject: Re: A complaint from not-Steve...

At 12:51 AM 7/17/96 -0400, you wrote:
>
>
>
>
>Okay. It's my turn to both complain, and raise a valid point at the same
>time (just like Steve does often... And yes, often he DOES have a valid
>point).
>
>Lately, especially on the mailing list, the majority of the stories I
>have seen are marked with the header "This is a set storyline, please do
>not jump in without asking." I don't know, maybe I'm way off base, and
>If I am, would someone please explain it to me (gently, I'm not flaming
>anyone here...)? By closing the plotline to outside people you defeat
>the purpose of free form role playing. You have a set plotline, and
>things are going to end up a certain way--you've already decided it, and
>don't want anyone else to jump in a "ruin" it (ie: God PCs and certain
>characters whom are not considered good Rpers--I'm not mentioning any
>names here). Am I right so far?
>
Actually in the story of Sun`zen and Menolly and kaejo etc......there was no set ending...but I did not want someone immediately writing and saying that they 'waved a hand and made Menolly and Myn reappear in the castle Blackfens'...Menolly's death was not planned it just happened as a natural consequence of her trying to escape...I apologize...and actually I just realized that you can't be talking to me because we NEVER once said this is a closed plotline please don't jump in...no one even bothered so I will shut up and stop rambling~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 01:16:20 -0400 (EDT)
From: Galliard <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu>
Cc: BlackDragon <BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net>
Subject: Re: A complaint from not-Steve...

On Tue, 16 Jul 1996, Queen of Arangoth wrote:

> Reads the first paragraph and replies>

Read the rest of it and get back to me, on this one, will you please?

> except in this case.. the kidnapping of Narisa and Angel... there are
> certain ways I wanna
> go with this..only very few different directions it can go...one of the
> purposes of this mailing list is to write stories..sometimes sure anyone can
> join in...other times NO it will screw everything up..if I had said "Oh
> anyone can join" Angel and Narisa would have been rescued in two second way
> to easily and bam..no more storyline..

Again, read the rest of my letter... Not everyone would have
resued Angel and Narisa. None of my characters are dumb enough to
attempt a rescue alone in enemy territory. Evne if they made it in,
they'd have a hard time making it out with two injured people to drag
along as well.

> I have enjoyed it very much to write
> all the stories I have for the last two weeks..weather they are good or not
> is not for me to say..and probably no body but myself and others involved
> have even read them..But,
> I've had fun none the less.. and we havn't said "No one go near this
> story..we said no one go near this story without asking" and many have
> emailed us first asking if they could post something..sometimes yes they
> could because it didn't interfere but ADD to the story..other times no it
> just didn't work..As in real life not everyone will be involved in one
> peticular instance or situation...so it goes the same here.

True, but they have the opportunity to try. With or without
permission. Also, just to clarify, this letter was not directed at your
or your story alone, but a general class of stories, as I stated later on
in the letter.

>
> I'm sorry if some of you feel left out of this storyline, but it's kinda an
> important one and I'de just like to see it get the plots,stories,and ending
> it deserves...

I don't blame you. That's what we all want, right? But in doing
so, you assume that someone else can't write a plot, story and ending
that you might enjoy even more than the one you wrote. You cheat
yourself of what you most want. Again. READ the rest of my letter and
get back to me. I addressed most of these arguments in that letter, and
I think I deserve a full reading before you respond. :) There are also
other things you might want to answer in it... And I don't feel left out
(see above.).

>
>
> Thanks :)

Not a problem. Always happy to do my part.

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

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 01:19:28 -0400 (EDT)
From: Galliard <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu>
Cc: BlackDragon <BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net>
Subject: Re: A complaint from not-Steve...

On Tue, 16 Jul 1996, Syl wrote:

> Actually in the story of Sun`zen and Menolly and kaejo etc......there
was no set ending...but I did not want someone immediately writing and
saying that they 'waved a hand and made Menolly and Myn reappear in the
castle Blackfens'...Menolly's death was not planned it just happened as
a natural consequence of her trying to escape...I apologize...and
actually I just realized that you can't be talking to me because we
NEVER once said this is a closed plotline please don't jump in...no one
even bothered so I will shut up and stop rambling~So many characters
running through my mind...so little time to play them all.
>

Again, let me re-iterate. I was not speaking to any one individual or
group. I was simply addressing a concern to the general public of the
BDI. Even if you never contributed to the mailing list before, but have
a different viewpoint, and wish to tell me, do so. But don't get
defensive! I'm not attacking any body!

Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 22:27:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: Syl <petal@earthlink.net>
Subject: Continue Saga of Myn, Possible End?

>From: starcry@mont.mindspring.com
>X-Sender: starcry@pop.mont.mindspring.com
>Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 22:28:19 -0400
>To: petal@earthlink.net
>Subject: Continue Saga of Myn, Possible End?
>
>During the festival of the mid-summer year, Atlantis was booming with
>travelers from all over, including the various dimensional travelers that
>come to visit the slave markets, and purchase items, and/or other beings......
>
>:::A Rift opens within the Main Halls of the Sunaj...:::
>
>:::Another Rift Opens, within the Lower Levels of the Halls of the Sunaj....::::
>
> Myn`lea steps out of the Rift, brushing her hair to the side out of her
>face, her sculpted body of a young women, firm, and pleasant...she moves
>slowly across the floor, her eyes flaring with a deep power just behind
>them, as she looks around the large chamber...she quickly notices her
>mother, and several others of the Sunaj, standing there watching her....she
>quickly notices Dwen, as she walks up to Myn. "Welcom back home, Myn`lea,
>your mother and Rokgop told us much of your progress." Myn allowed a simple
>smile come to her lips, as she bowed slightly to Dwen and her mother.
>"Dwen, what is my mission, fore Rokgop told me, to report to you for the my
>assignment", Myn asked. "Oh, that...well, it is a touchy subject, first you
>will enjoy the company of your mother, and then return here in the morning
>for your assignment, Myn`lea", Dwen replied. Myn nodded, and moved beside
>her mother...they hug each other, and then moved down the halls out of main
>chamber to be alone in their private chamber.
>
>***************************************
>
> Granis step out of the Rift, as well as Sun`zen...the Rift closed
>instantly behind them. "Granis, listen to me, fore we both are now within
>the home of the Sunaj, chances are they noticed/felt this Rift open..so we
>must make haste, I have a mission of my own here in Atlantis...you are to
>follow the halls, and ask simple direct orders/questions to any you meet,
>ever allow them the upperhand on you, alright?" Granis, nodded slowly,
>feeling his stomach flop over several times...as he finally felt the
>pressure of Death await him, if he was found out. Sun shapeshifted into a
>normal looking female, and quickly donned the clothes he brought along with
>him, he merely smiled to Granis as he placed the final clothes on. Granis,
>watched, and ready himself as a guard, as he tried to contiunal remind
>himself Sun was male, even though his female form look very awesome. Sun
>quickly moved out of the room and headed off in a different direction...he
>quickly disappeared down the hall. Granis looked around, and shrug, then
>moved forward. It wasnt 30 minutes, when Granis encountered some Sunaj,
>coming out of what seemed and smelled like a kitchen of sorts....Granis
>merely nodded, and stepped into the room, and looked around...his eyes could
>not believe the sight before, him....An Inn, kitchen, and all a few hundred
>times the size of the BlkDragon Inn...and here he didnt see his friends,
>here was at best counts hundreds of Sunaj, he gulped silently, and moved out
>of the room, and continued his travels up the hall...finally he came to
>stairs, and moved up them, several levels up, and these is when it dawned on
>him as he looked around...and quickly realized, he was on the main level.
>
> Granis ran into a number of Sunaj sentries as he moved thru the
>hallways, thru the course of speaking with them, he learned of only one
>female that is within the complex that fits a resemblence to the name,
>Myn....but he found out this female is a young woman, and not a child...he
>ponders over the thought...and returns back to the point where he and Sun
>where to meet up again. Sun arrived moments later running quickly down the
>hallway...Granis looked at him, and then Suddenly a Rift opened near
>Granis...Sun ran up to Granis, "So you find her??", he looks around, "Guess
>not, oh well no time to think of picking up any souvenirs." Granis replied,
>"But we need more time....", he turned to where Sun was pointing, and
>noticed several Sunaj warriors rushing up the hallway...Granis turned to
>face them, and Sun snatched Granis, as he dove into the Rift...it closed.
>
>*********************************************************
>
> Myn heard the confusion outside her room, and step outside to see what was
>going on, as she saw two indivduals standing before a Rift, and several
>Sunaj rushing up the corridor...she prepared a spell to send at the two,
>quickly noticing them for intruders, but before she could finish them spell,
>the two dove thru the Rift, and it closed. "Damn, intruders!", she cursed.
>
> Myn returned to her room, and spent the rest of the day with her mother,
>and then early that morning, meet her father, but only briefly, as he was
>having to go to the lower levels to aid in the recover of a number of a
>escaped prisoners, that an intruder had released in her retreat. Myn was
>escorted back to the main chamber, where she was to meet with Dwen.
>Arriving their, she noticed only that Dwen and the Rifter was here. "Dwen,
>care to explain what occurred yesterday with the intruders?" Dwen replied,
>"Of that...it seems, that someone found our secret holds of various
>information of various dimensions and worlds...and destroyed most of the
>information, but lucky for us, that our Rifter here, kepts most of that
>information inside its head...she laughs."
>
> "Well, time for you to go...your assignment is too visit a world, that we
>have are eyes on, in this world, there are two prime forces at work, one is
>called Asyri, and the other is a combination of forces, within some land
>called Arangoth...you are to go, watch and listen...do whatever you have too
>survive." Myn looked puzzled, "But what is the assignment?" Dwen replied,
>"To listen, watch, and to send reports once a month back on what is
>happening in that world...I must also warn you, there is an evil force
>their, known as the Ruatha's, one is an evil wizard and the other is an evil
>melter of the mind...take care with your thoughts, and with your attitude
>around those too....also, a small warning, there is also a Rainbow Dragon on
>that world, take special care to avoid it, fore it could pose a threat even
>to you, understand?" Myn nods...and then asks, "How will i recognize these
>evil forces?" "You will noticed them both easily, fore they both have a
>star over one of their eyes...the Dragon...well thats a problem, fore it can
>shapechange and look like any race, including gender, just be on your
>guard", Dwen states. Myn smiles, and bows to Dwen, and then graps her
>snatchel of gear, her cloak of holding, hugs her mother, as a tear slides
>down her cheek. "Be well daughter, and maybe i will visit, or you can return
>here", Moquir whispers to her. Dwen walks up to Myn and hands her another
>snatchel, "Myn inside this contains a book with neverending pages, a quill
>that never runs out of ink, also, currency, and a pendant, this pendant will
>open a Rift once a month, so that you can return here to report your
>findings, and visit with your mother, before returning." Myn nods, and
>soon, she walks thru the Rift and is gone...the Rift closes.
>
> Myn steps out of the RIft, and looks around...spotting a small, but nice
>Inn just down the road...as she walks to it, she reads the sign on the
>outside..."Welcome to the Blkdragon Inn".
>
>*************************************
>-Sun`zen(aka. Jul`Kair, aka.Sun`Dragn, aka. Sunaj)
>Champion of BattleFest '96
>....Long Live the BlkDragon*Inn in all its Glory.
>-starcry(aka. Stefhan, the mun)
>
>
>~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.

Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 23:32:04 -0600
From: onestab@rmci.net (OneStab)
Subject: Re: Muns.

::raises a brow::

In my rather humble opinion, certain players are ruining BDI with incessant
munchat unrelated to RP. I can't name names. I try to ignore the banter.
But frankly, very seldom do I frequent BDI anymore because it is a jumble of
muns yapping. There are *thousands* of "munchat" channels. Thousands. BDI
is becoming just one more of them.

Three times I have, as my OP charter demands, asked this chatter to stop.
All three times I was rebuked for doing so (Once or Twice by other ops).
Therefore, I request a clarification. Is the following (taken from an
earlier AngelSin letter) actual OP policy and therefore law, or is it
wishful thinking? The statement is ambiguous on that point.

>OOC: Let's try to keep the (())'s to a minimun..but this rule is kinda a
>give or take..it depends what time of day it is, how many people are in the
>Inn etc. Sometimes everyone is talking ooc for a few minutes and it doesn't
>matter..that's usually when I come in and ruin everyone's fun and tell them
>to get back to RpG >:)

Personally, I wish an RP channel. BDI stretches farther and farther from RP
each day. I suggest a neat lil sub channel BLKDRAGON*OOC. Players can be
both places; and, it seems easier (to me anyway) simply to move the cursor
to the OOC room window than type the (( )) designators.

BTW, I have *no* problem with ~brief~ OOC comments on events in the inn,
salutations, or negociations of story lines. Those are natural parts of the
game. However, conversations about music groups, movies, dates, roommates,
homework, etc. etc. etc. have NO place in an RP channel, at least not in one
I wish to be affiliated with.

As I said before, look at your channel list, there are many places YOU can
go to socialize. I thought this channel was reserved for fantasy.

I graciously request a ruling.

Thanks,
Darren aka OneStab

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 01:33:54 -0400 (EDT)
From: Galliard <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu>
Cc: BlackDragon <BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net>
Subject: A clarification on A complaint from not-Steve...

On Tue, 16 Jul 1996, Queen of Arangoth wrote:

> The purpose of this mailing list as I said before is to write stories..I
> have read several on here that My Pc is in no way involved with..does this
> upset me? NO, it's like reading a new book..it's enjoyable to read other's
> stories and see what they're pc's and others in that story are up to..that
> is what it is all about. As I said before we cannot all be involved in
> everyone's stories..especially in the Inn when there are 30 plus people
> talking about all different things..so it's nice to come in here and see the
> stories of characters that we may not even really interact with because we
> are to busy with our own... this way we don't miss everything that went on
> in the Inn.. as far as ignoring a post if someone jumps in..well that
> doesn't make sense..once it's written it's much harder to fix the damage
> done rather than have it never had happened at all..

Okay. To clarify, I never complained about the storie's presence
on the list. As you said, that's what the list is for. If I were
complaining about the stories, then I would not be writing one of my
own. I simply object to the way the stories are being presented, or
maybe handled is a better word.

As for ignoring a post... why doesn't it work? If you, as the
originator of the post, ignore it, and continue on as if it didn't
happen, I don't think anyone will have a problem recognizing that.

> >3) You fail to allow your creativity its fullest testing. If you have a
> >closed story, then you are protected from someone just jumping in,
> >granted. But at the same time you limit yourself. If you leave the
> >story open for anyone to join in, then it tests your creativity to find a
> >way to work them smoothly in and out (whichever they may go).
>
> I don't agree.. if someon just jumps in and says "OH! I kill angel out in
> the desert" well DUH that's lame ..or "I rescue them and they are home" etc..

Obviously, then you simply ignore the post (but at the same
time, I'd try to explain to the post-er privately why that was not cool.).

> >4) You alienate the "newbies." Lately I have also seen a few new people
> >come into the inn, and try to get involved in the role-playing, only to
> >be ignored. They then leave and never come back. This is not entirely a
> >result of closing stories, but anyone can see that closing stories
> >certainly does not help the situation any. Things like this (the newbies
> >being ignored) lead to the creation of new role-playing channels. While
> >I am not opposed to new role-playing channels, it pains me to see these
> >come about as a result of the perceived "cliqueshness" of the BDI.
>
> THis happens everywhere.. EVEN in the NEW channel's.. it's hard for people
> that are into a plot or RPGing when someone says something to them they
> might not even see.. some people develop a system of just looking at the
> people's nicks they are dealing with at the time..a way to stick with the
> story as it scrolls along..they may miss that anyone had even said anything
> to them

Okay, point taken here. I hadn't considered this angle of it.
See, I'm not un-convincable...

> >would also encourage all those people who have been running "closed
> >stories" (those with a header stating that permission is desired before
> >jumping into the story) to open them up to all, and challenge your
> >creative abilities.
>
> My creative abilities are very well in tact..I however cannot spare the time
> on most occasions to explain in a post that this did not happen or he cannot
> have done that in the story. now, I am not quite sure if you are speaking
> soley live RP in the Inn or stuff here on the list.. I would certainly hope
> it's not here on the list because the stories here are what I set this up
> for.. and have made it clear on the web page and here what it is for.. I
> don't see your argument at all if it's the list you are referring to.. If
> you are referring to the BDI itself, I can see where the argument comes from
> and I would be inclined to agree with you more..but, in some cases asking
> someone not to interfere is the storyholders choice and right.

I agree that is their choice and right. I also have the choice
and right to object to that. :) And yes, I was referring to the live RP
in the BDI at this point.

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 01:35:58 -0400 (EDT)
From: Galliard <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu>
Cc: BlackDragon <BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net>
Subject: Re: A complaint from not-Steve...

On Tue, 16 Jul 1996, Queen of Arangoth wrote:

> The specific reason we said "NO one allowed into this story" was not
> something we had planned or really meant everyone..it included a certain few
> that are notorious in jumping into plots and screwing everything
> up..therefore we put the No one in without asking disclaimer in there...I
> get posts now privatly from people with thier suggested posts and if it
> works I just forward em to the mailing list..it works well this way and
> keeps everyone happy..some of the posts that I have recieved would have
> really messed the plot up and took me forever to fix.. so ergo the no
> posting disclaimer :)

Okay. As I said, I don't challenge you right to do this, but I
still hold that there are better ways to handle this problem. I consider
what you've done the easy way out... and think that it could have been
done better. :) Just my opinion.

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 00:27:40 -0700
From: Adam <doochina@datatek.com>
Subject: Re: A complaint from not-Steve...

MAy I vote we drop this subject and start a new one?
-ADam
--
One day more!
Another day, another destiny.
This never-ending road to calvary
These men who seem to know my crime
Will surely come a second time.
One day more!

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 05:24:32 -0500
From: Mickey <kaejo@camalott.com>
Subject: Re: (A complaint from not-Steve)(and Muns)

ok I'm gonna put my two cents in
I for one give up
everyone's right when they say it
BDI sucks
goodbye to some, fuck you to others

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 07:47:39 -0400
From: Dave Crampton <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
Subject: Re: Stalker's Life...Part 11

At 09:39 AM 7/16/96 -0700, you wrote:
>
>
>oooooohhhhhh....a suspenseful ending <eg>....Dave, another well writen,
well worded, descriptive, well spamifyied story...but tell me...the spam
thing...this....infatuation if you will...is it in alliance with the vampire
theme? i mean, do you have to think of undead alot to actually be able to
accept that spam even exists? <g>
>

Actually, it has nothing to do with vampyrism...I've always assumed that
Spam was just plain alive, but it _could_ be undead. Hmmmmm.....

Hey, I'd like to get in a plot with you, like with this Reneau guy (if he
didn't totally get on Jake's nerves). but I'd need to know more about him to
see if him and Jake would ever get along....well, anywayz, spam on, man.

--
Dave Crampton AKA Dark Vampyre

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

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

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 08:27:29 -0400
From: Dave Crampton <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
Subject: Re: A complaint from not-Steve...

>On a final note, let this be a notice to all. I will not ask permission
>to join in any story. If you close it, I won't jump in, but neither will
>I ask permission, and I will simply ignore the whole thing. I would much
>rather not do this, and be free to enjoy all the stories running around,
>not just my own. Oh, and don't be fooled by the polite nature of this
>complaint. I was sorely tempted to fill this thing with profanities, or
>even symbols that represent them, but didn't because some people will
>automatically dismiss anything with profanity or obvious anger in them as
>blowing off steam, and some people are offended by profanity.
>
Well, I have a few things to comment on here, since I was one of the first
who started the "closed-off" stories. They're not really closed off at all.
Anyone who has something they want to add to a plot would be totally
welcome, as long as they presented it to me beforehand. Not to name any
names (but his initials are SimnFenix), but someone kept jumping into my
story and others without asking and was writing about my character in a very
uncharacteristic way, and that's why I started this.

Also, the mailing list is not free-form. The time frame is totally
different than online. The fiction posted here is just that, fiction.
They're short stories meant to expand on characters and clarify storylines,
they're not actual role-playing sessions.

I am very disappointed to hear that you won't ask permission to join in
anyone's plots, because I've role-played with you online and think that
you'd have some valid plots to add. But I'm not going to open my storylines
up to just anyone, due to the very complicated nature of my characters (not
even from arangoth's time) and past incidents. I hope this helps.

--
Dave Crampton AKA Dark Vampyre

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

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

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 08:23:52 -0600 (MDT)
From: Stef <stefanie@rt66.com>
Subject: Re: A complaint from not-Steve...

You brought up some valid points (re: the original letter)...and I just
wanted to make it known concerning what *I* have been writing is only
writing...it has not been RP'd and the whole reason I am merely writing at
this point is to wrap up my Asyri pc per the originator's request...plus
quite often it is hard to get the muns around all at the same time to play.
But I'd just like to add...any story I write or start is open to anyone who
*seriously* has an interest in it and being a character.

Thanks, Rhiannonn's and Laeral's mun

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

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: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 07:43:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: StevE <misanthrope@earthlink.net>
Subject: Re: A complaint from Steve Himself Dammit...

Well, im sure you all *knew* i would put my little part in this... <g>

i think of it like this:

sure, this *is* a free forming channel/list....but, we have to consider the people who work hard on set plotlines of their own design that they value so highly that they wish to share them with all of us, not just those few Pc's involved...these plots may or maynot have set endings, so they may or maynot be changeable by a single person...but we have to keep in mind, the people writing these stories are just like the dm/gm of their little temporary world...they have final say so...
so in addition, you must offically pass *anything* that your pc wishes to do in *their* plotline through them first...its all falls back to courtesy...an invasion of plotspace...
and then there *are* other ways that a few of us could do a little better....

stop shutting people out *completely*...yes, we love your stories...in fact, we love them so much we want a part in them! give some of us a chance to slip a pc into the script...its easy....the person who wants their pc in the story simply mails the individual writer and says "hello, i want (insert generic pc here) in this story, might i be able to slip him in?"....the writer decides whether this pc can fit in logically, and writes the person back, asking what his or her reactions would be to certain situations and poof...next story thats out, the writer has written their pc into the story and everyone gets a little of what they want; the writer has control, while the other pc is included...

And i hate to say it Brenlyn, but i have the very reason we cant let *everyone* have the right to jump in on a story and let them free form, is due to the fact that some people are blessed with no sense...these are the people who, unlike you, wouldnt know the limits and are most likely to take angels story and do this:

1) angel and narisa are in the desert, when lo and beyold, a crack team of navy seals fly down in their chopper, massacre the bad guys and airlift them out under the leadership of *so and so*...
2) angel and narisa have escaped, running out into the desert where they arent going to be seen (and i *have* to comment on this one...how the mother fluffing *hell* are you going to get away from a near *army* in the desert??? its *flat*! nothing to hide behind but hills and they can be climbed by a could of guards sent in each direction!? alright....sorry....im ok, really...) and tada! *so and so* shows up in his hummer and drives them to the safety of arangoth...
i wont go any further for work beckons....
hope i got my point across! laterz!

StEvE

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

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 09:53:41 -0700
From: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: Re: A complaint from Steve Himself Dammit...

Steve
>2) angel and narisa have escaped, running out into the desert where they
arent going to be seen (and i *have* to comment on this one...how the mother
fluffing *hell* are you going to get away from a near *army* in the
desert??? its *flat*! nothing to hide behind but hills and they can be
climbed by a could of guards sent in each direction!?

At Xandur's there wasn't guards all over.. and no one even knew but Xandur,
the guards, zantoth and dellila that angel and nar were there..and this
desert isn't flat.. it's like the mountainy kind >:) and the idea that
Angel and Nar would head to Arangoth is why they went south..but believe me
soon they will spread out when they realize that the two couldn't have
possibly gotten away on foot. besides, it's like a movie , Not EVERYTHING
will be reaslistic..sheesh >:P
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Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 13:54:31 -0400 (EDT)
From: Carl Prichard <cloend19@zeus.netset.com>
Subject: Loendal's Rambling Thoughts

*** Loendal stands before his castle back in Britannia, looking outward
over the fields to the south, where Daylene approaches from each day ***

<quietly speaking to himself, holding his helm under his arm>

Daylene, why are ye consistantly tormenting me? First ye take me family
away, ye torture me love and terrify me child. But, m'love twas not so
easy for ye to contol was she? <a michivious smirk crosses his face> Ye
make one small error and me daughter returns to me. Ye are a fool, do ye
truly think ye can control the Fyrehawk and our child! BAH! Ember is
safe now <his face grows cold> but I have missed so much, the first 6
years of her life, I have missed due to ye and ye foul husband. <he
replaces the helm on his head, obscuring his face>. For that alone will
ye die by me own blade. <his fists clench> And ye husband!! Ye husband
will be captured, tormented, tortured and KILLED! <begins to shout> YE
WILL FALL AT ME FEET I SWEAR THIS UNTO YE!!!!!! Ye will NEVER touch me
wife again.... EVER!

<Loendal slides The Dragonblade from his hip and holds it alot to the
skies before planting it firmly into the ground at his feet>

ES DRACO ES NOMORTUM!

Loendal smiles as the column of fire from the skies strikes him, he can
feel the warm heat of his god and protector surrounding him as his form
begins to shift and sway. He can feel his body grow and change, becoming
longer, stronger, more powerful. Wings begin to sprout from his back as
the column of fire continues to grow around him, encasing him, enveloping
him in the warm heat of Dragonfire. Soon the transformation is complete
and leaves behind only Onyx.

<Onyx speaks, the sound deep and rumbling, but distinctly Loendal>

Now must I go and rally the men, for now they will know the true nature
of they're Sovergn Lord. I am Loendal and I am Onyx, we be one in the
same. The Dragonlord resides within me, to be brought forth in times of
need. As a cleric is to his god, as am I to mine....

<Onyx leaps into the air and circles back towards his troops, casting a
baleful eye to the south.>

Ye life is at an end Daylene, cerish these next 2 days, for they are to
be ye last upon this earth......

<The distant crumph crumph crumph whirrrrr of Dragon Flight echoes into
the distance, leaving behind only a air of war and death...>

<< Just some misc. ramblings from your friendly neighborhood Dragonlord >>

O+- Loendal the Dragonlord of Britannia, The Avatar of Old -+O

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 11:09:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Slurpee God <misanthrope@earthlink.net>
Subject: None

Sorry peoples...with all this madness i thought i would throw this inn to alter it more to my kind of madness <g>

Bill Gates dies in a car accident. He finds himself in purgatory, being
sized up by St. Peter.

"Well, Bill, I'm really confused on this call; I'm not sure whether to
send you to Heaven or Hell. After all, you enormously helped society by
putting a computer in almost every home in America, yet you also created
that ghastly Windows '95. I'm going to do something I've never done
before in your case; I'm going to let you decide where you want to go."

Bill replied, "Well, what's the difference between the two?"

St. Peter said, "I'm willing to let you visit both places briefly, if it
will help your decision."

"Fine, but where should I go first?"

"I'll leave that up to you."

"Okay then," said Bill, "Let's try Hell first."

So Bill went to Hell. It was a beautiful, clean, sandy beach with
clearwaters and lots of bikini-clad women running around, playing in the
water, laughing and frolicking about. The sun was shining; the
temperature perfect. He was very pleased.

"This is great!" he told St. Peter. "If this is hell, I REALLY want to
see heaven!" "Fine," said St. Peter, and off they went.

Heaven was a place high in the clouds, with angels drifting about,
playing harps and singing. It was nice, but not as enticing as Hell.
Bill thought for a quick minute, and rendered his decision.

"Hmmm. I think I'd prefer Hell," he told St. Peter.

"Fine," retorted St. Peter, "as you desire."

So Bill Gates went to Hell.

Two weeks later, St. Peter decided to check on the late billionaire to
see how he was doing in Hell. When he got there, he found Bill, shackled
to a wall, screaming amongst hot flames in dark caves, being burned and
tortured by demons.

"How's everything going?" he asked Bill.

Bill responded, his voice filled with anguish and disappointment, "This
is awful! This is nothing like the Hell I visited two weeks ago! I can't
believe this is happening! What happened to that other place, with the
beautiful beaches, the scantily-clad women playing in the water?!???

"That was a demo," replied St. Peter.

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

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 11:20:17 -0700
From: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: An OOC message from our sponsor

Ok.. check it out..I'm going to lay down some guidelines ok? This way no one
can agrue with them..This is the way it's gonna be NO arguments.

OOC chat : Now, as I've said before once in awhile for a minute or so OOC
will happen..and in some cases is necessary, BUT it takes away from Rpg and
I'm unfoturnatly going to have to make this rule.. Ops are to enforce this
rule..if an op comes in and tells people to please stop the OOC chat (Please
do this in private msg's) and the person refuses they are given 3
warnings..if they don't comply they are kicked..if they come back and do it
again they are banned..until they agree to stop.. if you want to talk ooc go
to #BLKDRAGON*OOC. Now, if another OP disagree's with the op or someone
telling them or another to stop OOC I want to be notified about it..and
given the log..if an op doesn't follow this rule they will get thier op's
status removed.

Takeovers: I'm getting real tierd of this takeover crap, but as we are very
popular it is bound to happen.. I know it's a stressful thing that happens
BUT, I would like everyone, esspecially the ops to stay calm and to ask
people nicely to leave the channel if no ops are on the channel.. It's a
difficult situation to be in I realize, been thru it myself and it's very
irritating but we need to stay calm in these situations and NOT blame
eachother or argue amongst ourselves.. this lets the Hackers win..by causing
chaos and tempers flaring.

At the moment this is all that's on my mind..I will be setting up OFFICIAL
rules for everyone to read and prices to be paid if not followed.. I hate to
do this but it seems all my SEVERAL statements and emails have not been read
or completley ignored..there HAS to be some kind of guidelines for the BDI
to run smoothly..I know several of you won't like it but the BDI is set up
for a specific reason and I don't want to see the channel go to hell..I and
several others have worked far to long and hard to keep it the channel it
deserves to be..

Thanks for your attention in this matter :)
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Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 18:44:44
From: The Ebil One <CMCCUB51@mail.caps.maine.edu>
Subject: Re: Fine.

I'm not leaving yet ya old coot@! Ori's gunna stay! :)

At 08:14 PM 7/17/96 -0500, you wrote:
>
>
>Fine, everybody just leave. Maybe some of the newbies care enough to stay and
>try and make this thing work. I for one will still be here, even though I
>can't roleplay much because I'm always keeping up with the bot and channel
>security. I've been working on getting another mailing list up for the
>ops to use, but that has been pushed to the side as there are only so many
>hours in the day. Sorry to see all of you go, thought we were a family.
>Maybe I can find some people in this new crowd that will take an orphan.
>
>-TheRaven
>
>
> ==========================================================
> // Jimmie Bragdon | jimmie@io.com | /\ \\
> \\ User Administrator | www.io.com/~jimmie | / \ //
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> \\ ============================================= / \ //
> /________\
>
>

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 19:37:49
From: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (Queen of Arangoth)
Subject: The latest hottets subject re: the Inn

Suggestion,

Could we maybe drop all these discussions and arguments till people get a
chance to cool down and seriously think about what they are upset about?

Just a thought..in anger we say things that are overblown and not
necesarrily intended to go out..

just a thought

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Alysia Draconoris Muthoris Vostanoth
Queen of Arangoth
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Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 14:42:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Syl <petal@earthlink.net>
Subject: HEY!! Wake up!!!

I don't know if any of you noticed or even much care but Mickey/Kaejo just said goodbye to the inn. Are we all that wrapped up in ourselves that no one cares? Someone has gotten upset by the junk thrown at them and no one apologizes or even seems to care at all that he is leaving the BDI...after all that he has done for the channel I think that the complete lack of response is rather mean-spirited and low.

You guys are complaining about OOC talk in the inn...Do you know what that OOC talk shows me? Not that we do not care about roleplaying but that we have come to care about each other as well as our characters. And this is a BAD thing??? If so then excuse me for being a human being and LIKING the fact that someone will say ((Hi Syl!)) when I walk in...or even ((hey congrats on getting a job!!)) it makes me feel like I still have some friends out there. You suggest keeping it to a msg...well do YOU like getting 15 msg windows hitting you the minute you walk into a channel? Answering those msg's makes you miss someone trying to RP with you. I know that her majesty queen of all our lives on IRC has already made a ruling on this and to be honest I do not care much what that ruling is...I have had it with all these rules and am leaving the inn myself.
I enjoyed knowing all of you...at least those of you I DO know....and you know how to find me on IRC...I will be around...this is the last letter I will be sending to the mailing list...but do not wish to be taken off because of the fact that Starcry still cannot get his email program to send to the list...so I will remain on the list for his sake only.

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

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 16:15:34 -0600 (MDT)
From: honer@cyberhighway.net
Subject: Re: A complaint from not-Steve...

I totaly aggree with aall of the arguments posted on this subject
but I am affraid i am going to have to aggree with Angle. If someone wants
to write a story I feel they should have every right to do so. Plus I would
be totaly disapointed if I got realy far into a plot and someone came along
and solved all my problems in a one linner. But I also aggre on the point
that not all of the plots should be closed plots and someone should try to
make a plot for everybody. Unfortunatly this will not be me because I have
not had an origonal idea for a long time but I am sure one of you woulod be
abble to. If any of you have any other rules to add on how an oppen plot
should run please either E-mail them to me or post them.
____________________________________________________________________________
________

Honer of Fay the last of the great Red Mages and keeper of the secrets of
Fire Magic

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 17:17:10 -0500
From: grcolby@tamu.edu (Gail R. Colby)
Subject: Re: HEY!! Wake up!!!

OK LOOK DAMMIT. In case you are wondering this IS Suzanna at my
toher hostmask and email addy. I have has just about enough of this shit
and I just watched 3 of my better friends walk out of BDI today. This has
GOT to stop RIGHT THE FLUFF NOW.
The takeover shit is where I'm gonna start first. We have had
nemerous takoevers in the last couple of weeks and all those present do
their part to try and kick ass and take the channel back. I LOVE this unity
and I think it is great. However, do I ever see people thanked for retaking
the channel? I got 2 thank yous today when I took it back at 10:30AM. 2!!!
And not a single damn acknowledgement from the almighty Queen herself. I
took YOUR damn channel back. But did I get a thank you? NO! All I got was a
drilling about who I was banning and wether or not I set the bans right.
That is all well and good to check up one me but when someone shows up for 5
minutes and then goes afk to sit there in the channel and not pay attention
when you are the only op, I get upset. Awhile ago you said that if you were
gonna be afk for more than 20 min to leave the channel and come back when
you were back at the keyboard. I read your mail Angel.. ALL of it, but I
have yet to see you follow those rules yourself. I am doing this publically
because I am sick of this shit and I don't care to put up with it anymore.
If you make the rules FOLLOW THEM DAMMIT. Last... PAY ATTENTION TO OUR
CHANNEL. I try to follow this rule as much as possible.
Second. The OOC stuff. I agree with Sylvia. It's nice to see a ((Hi
Suz!)) or a ((Hi Tev!)) when I walk in the channel. I do not want to be
bombarded wth 15 of those. If people have something drastic to say, they can
msg me, but otherwise I would rather not see 15 of those things light up at
the bottom of my screen. Also when you are seriuosly trying to RP and msgs
pop up constantly you can't RP!! Scrolling up to see plot msgs while trying
not to ignore personal msgs gets very old and very frustrating. Half the
time I can't keep up with all the msgs and get pinged to death while trying
to RP because people think I'm lagged.
*SIGH* NOW!!!! Onto something else. I think we need to have a
SERIOUS ops meeting sometime. Half of our ops are never there, especially
the masters in the bots, which we are now -1, and most aren't paying
attention to the channel. We need to either eliminate some, or at least try
to pay more attention to what we are doing. The masters need to learn the
bot commands and how to use them effectively and the ops need to be taught
how to set bans and how to use their level of bot commands. We can keep the
takovers from happening if we have effective ops who know how to prevent
server ops .and the like. Yes the bots have these features but are sometimes
to lagged to catch it on time.
Now that I have said what's on my mind I would like to say that I
will not be coming into the Inn much more often anymore due to all this
crap. If you have a problem with this email, or just want to say howdy and
ask where I can be found, email me at merlin31@bihs.net. I'm not
garanteeing a swift response but you'll get one.
Suzanna

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 16:30:51 -0600 (MDT)
From: honer@cyberhighway.net
Subject: Re: Muns.

At 11:32 PM 7/16/96 -0600, you wrote:

>Personally, I wish an RP channel. BDI stretches farther and farther from RP
>each day. I suggest a neat lil sub channel BLKDRAGON*OOC. Players can be
>both places; and, it seems easier (to me anyway) simply to move the cursor
>to the OOC room window than type the (( )) designators.
>
>BTW, I have *no* problem with ~brief~ OOC comments on events in the inn,
>salutations, or negociations of story lines. Those are natural parts of the
>game. However, conversations about music groups, movies, dates, roommates,
>homework, etc. etc. etc. have NO place in an RP channel, at least not in one
>I wish to be affiliated with.
>
>I graciously request a ruling.
>
>Thanks,
>Darren aka OneStab
>
>
I compleatly aggre with Darren that there sould be a #BLKDRAGON*OCC
channel for most of the OCC stuff just like there is #BLKDRAGON*arena for
fighting and #BLKDRAGON*inn2 for quieter chat. I would also request a
ruling on this topic.
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Fire Magic

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 18:37:42 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Samuel Lee Cotrell Jr." <Monitor1@bright.net>
Subject: I'm going to Atlanta

.
.
. Well folks I'm going to be in Atlanta from 26 july to 9 aug. I
will be there with my national gaurd unit to provide security for the
olympics. If anyone lives in this area and would like to show me around or
just hang out I would apreciate it . As I will not be aloud to take my
computer with me . Or if anyone knows of a cybercafe in the area. I will be
staying at the Cedar Grove High School on River Road.....thank you all
.
.
.
.
. Brightsun the Mage
. Sam the Mun
Brightsun and Mage
Sam the Mun

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 17:21:25 -0600 (MDT)
From: honer@cyberhighway.net
Subject: Re: HEY!! Wake up!!!

At 02:42 PM 7/17/96 -0700, you wrote:
>
>
>I don't know if any of you noticed or even much care but Mickey/Kaejo just
said goodbye to the inn. Are we all that wrapped up in ourselves that no
one cares? Someone has gotten upset by the junk thrown at them and no one
apologizes or even seems to care at all that he is leaving the BDI...after
all that he has done for the channel I think that the complete lack of
response is rather mean-spirited and low.
>
> You guys are complaining about OOC talk in the inn...Do you know what that
OOC talk shows me? Not that we do not care about roleplaying but that we
have come to care about each other as well as our characters. And this is a
BAD thing??? If so then excuse me for being a human being and LIKING the
fact that someone will say ((Hi Syl!)) when I walk in...or even ((hey
congrats on getting a job!!)) it makes me feel like I still have some
friends out there. You suggest keeping it to a msg...well do YOU like
getting 15 msg windows hitting you the minute you walk into a channel?
Answering those msg's makes you miss someone trying to RP with you. I know
that her majesty queen of all our lives on IRC has already made a ruling on
this and to be honest I do not care much what that ruling is...I have had it
with all these rules and am leaving the inn myself.
>I enjoyed knowing all of you...at least those of you I DO know....and you
know how to find me on IRC...I will be around...this is the last letter I
will be sending to the mailing list...but do not wish to be taken off
because of the fact that Starcry still cannot get his email program to send
to the list...so I will remain on the list for his sake only.
>
>
>~Syl
> ~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.
>
>
Well I would like you all to know that at least one person cares. I
am sad to see Sil and Micky/Kaejo leave the inn and would like them to
reconsider. I know the inn is going through problems right now but if we
all stay clam I am sure that we can word through them. I have been on so
many RPiing channels that have died because of things like this that I am
begining to be afraid. This is the best RPing channel that I have ever
found and as Angel's signature says "It's no longer just roleplaying...it's
a community with a life of it's own." I firmly believe this and again urge
all of you people to keep calm.

<Josh gets down on his hands and knees to beg Sil and Micky/Kaefo to stick
around for awile to see if this improves>
____________________________________________________________________________
________

Honer of Fay the last of the great Red Mages and keeper of the secrets of
Fire Magic

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 16:37:04 -0700
From: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: Re: HEY!! Wake up!!!

You know what Suzanna..I suggest you Think about what you say before you say
it... #1 I work from 9-6 when i'm here and when I was here at the time..I
was in the middle of checking two logs..trying to answer the phones and hide
my IRC screen from my boss..I didn't DRILL you all I said was "what was that
ban for?" trying to see what happened and who the culprits where..

#2: as far as THANKING you I didn't even get to the bottom of the damn
takeover when I saw you! I didn't even know who helped take the channel
back! DID YOU EVER ONCE SAY "HEY ANG I GOT THE CHANNEL BACK!:" Or "HEY ANG
DID YOU HEAR ABOUT THE TAKEOVER" or "HEY ANG DO YOU KNOW WHAT"S GOING ON" ?
NO YOU DIDN'T!

>Awhile ago you said that if you were
>gonna be afk for more than 20 min to leave the channel and come back when
>you were back at the keyboard. I read your mail Angel.. ALL of it, but I
>have yet to see you follow those rules yourself. I am doing this publically
>because I am sick of this shit and I don't care to put up with it anymore.
>If you make the rules FOLLOW THEM DAMMIT. Last... PAY ATTENTION TO OUR
>CHANNEL. I try to follow this rule as much as possible.

Excuse me?! But while I'm on I make it a habit to check in at least every 5
minutes so don't EVEN give me shit about this!!

> Second. The OOC stuff. I agree with Sylvia. It's nice to see a ((Hi
>Suz!)) or a ((Hi Tev!)) when I walk in the channel. I do not want to be
>bombarded wth 15 of those. If people have something drastic to say, they can
>msg me, but otherwise I would rather not see 15 of those things light up at
>the bottom of my screen. Also when you are seriuosly trying to RP and msgs
>pop up constantly you can't RP!! Scrolling up to see plot msgs while trying
>not to ignore personal msgs gets very old and very frustrating. Half the
>time I can't keep up with all the msgs and get pinged to death while trying
>to RP because people think I'm lagged.

As I've stated before I don't care about little ooc stuff it's when it get's
rediculous and looks more like a chat room than a RPG room does it bother me.

As far as the REST of your letter, I'll read it later..I've got the phones
ringing off the hook and am SERIOUSLy pissed off at the moment.. YOu wanna
flame me I suggest you get your facts straight or come to ME first and tell
me if there's a problem before you go fluffing public!!!!!!!
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Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 16:47:28 -0700
From: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: Re: HEY!! Wake up!!!

Btw, I started my post on this one from sylv when my sys crashed

I didn't even know KO was leaving..all I noticed was a nasty note to the
mailing list which I sent him a note on in Horace asking him what was up..
next thing I know I see your post..

This happens every damn time someone takes over the channel, every HAS to
fight amognst themselves and someone stomps out.. I don't even know all of
what happened yesterday cause I wasn't even here! And god forbid that that I
fluffing sleep for awhile!!!!!!!

And what about Ashley's feelings?!!? who was accused of the takeover?! She
didn't stomp off..she came and talked to me..which is the least anyone can
do if there is a problem without flying off the handle..

as far as msg's hell I get at least 30 a session but that's the breaks..I
don't wanna bog down the CHANNEL with ooc crap..that's the POINT..

I'll finish this later cause I'm about to get fired..

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Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 18:58:55 -0500
From: Jimmie Bragdon <jimmie@io.com>
Subject: Lots of things

Allright, I started out by reading my mail, and seeing that because I've been
so busy at work that I've been putting off a plot here, so I was going to post
to the list about that. I keep reading my mail, thinking that I'll catch up
first before posting to see a discussion about closed stories, that while it
has the potential to be a good discussion is still a bit hostile, so I make a
not to put in a post about my opinion after the story post. Then i see a very
short post from our friend Mickey that doesnt make much sense to me, so I
decide to send him some mail as soon as I finish catching up. And the last
letter I read is bitching me out because I havent responded and also that
because of a new policy someone else is leaving for good.

Now, I'm trying to stay very calm here and not blow up like several other
people here have lately. Instead of blowing up and leaving for good, why
don't you try to discuss the things you think are wrong or why you may decide
to leave? Currently, because someone blew up, we are currently botless, as
Dulcy is down because my roomates computer went off the net and I am not
going to bug him today as he just had some _Serious_ root canal surgery, and
he is sleeping.

I personally don't see what is wrong with asking people to use either msg,
#BlkDragon*OOC or the bot's party lines for ooc chat. The inn has a lot of
people now, and with it as crowded as it is, its hard enough just to keep up
with all of the IC chat, much less with just as much OOC chat going on.
Now this doesnt mean that a ((Hiya <munsname> long time no see)) is out of
place. But that it would be better if, before you started catching up on
the events in eich other's lives something like this followed: ((Tell me
whats been up since i saw ya on <msg, #blkdragon*ooc, the bot> )) We're not
saying not to talk to the muns, we're just asking that you move the bulk of
the conversation to some other place.

Also, I think we _all_ need to curb our tempers a little. I know that real
life, along with the several recent attempts at channel takeovers have
started wearing many of us down to the point that we will snap at anybody.
But please, remember that even if your're just taking it out on the nearest
or most convienent person, that it's not thier fault, and that you quite
possibly hurt thier feelings. Yelling and leaving the channel isn't going to
solve anything, its only going to leave a bad taste in everybody's mouth.

-Jimmie (aka TheRaven)

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Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 20:00:18 -0400
From: Ash <phantom@atomic.net>
Subject: All this shit going on...

Well i wasn't going to email the list but since everyone else is i'll follow
the crowd..i'm the minus on the masters and prob ops too by now.. i talked
to angel and mailed mickey and so i'm gone til Patrick comes back aka Kylus
or never as far as this goes unless i have a major change of heart..I think
Suzanna is RIGHT!!! (and for those of us who know me and her know that is
pretty big statement in itself) Yes syl i saw what mickey said.. i wrote him
pvt ly about it.. =( This is really bad people..we won't have to wait for
the hackers if we do this and destroy ourselves, Suzanna had good points, so
did Sylvia, it *DOES* make one feel good when you see people saying (Hey
Ash! ) and other such things, it makes you feel like you *BELONG* and are *A
PART OF SOMETHING* What alot of us don't have enough of in real life its
nice to have that on irc..but when i get accused of being in with the
hackers and not ACCUSED TO MY FACE but automaticaly assumed??? I'm sorry
that is a little much.. but I see Jules's points too, its HARD to rp when
you have (and hell yes i'm calling names) Steve and someone having some type
of fight, as in a Brad/Steve fight on Brads sexuality, or a topic war.. sure
thats fine and good if they are the only ones in there and no rp is going
on, but when you can't read the rp for the (())'s there is a problem.. :(
Personaly, i think if we don't start shaping up the channels popularity and
everything else is going to go down the tubes.. i *REALLY* hope this doesn't
happen :( WE NEED A OP MEETING *BAD* I think the ops need a GUIDELINE to go
by, something not strict but enough for us to know how to rule, and not have
it be where *YOU* the op get msg'ed by other people whining for you being to
mean or something when you kick someone who was being MEAN AND HATEFUL TO
YOU! We all know whats its like to ask someone to stop and get a "no" answer
and some colorful language, well you kick them after the warnings, then you
get yelled at by the channel or another op for kicking them, and you get
your bans removed or whatever, We don't get any respect, atleast i don't.
Maybe its just me? I want this channel to work, but i'm taking a break, so
if you want to talk to me (yeah right) You know my nicks etc etc... :( it
really hurts me to see all of this befalling us.. *AGAIN* *sigh*..

May you all have a wonderful day and find some *PEACE* on irc,

~* Ashley *~

"Perhaps this is a situation where excessive honesty can be detrimental." --
Data, Star Trek: The Next Generation

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 20:14:03 -0500
From: Jimmie Bragdon <jimmie@io.com>
Subject: Fine.

Fine, everybody just leave. Maybe some of the newbies care enough to stay and
try and make this thing work. I for one will still be here, even though I
can't roleplay much because I'm always keeping up with the bot and channel
security. I've been working on getting another mailing list up for the
ops to use, but that has been pushed to the side as there are only so many
hours in the day. Sorry to see all of you go, thought we were a family.
Maybe I can find some people in this new crowd that will take an orphan.

-TheRaven

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Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 22:07:21 -0400
From: Dave Crampton <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
Subject: Recent Un-Spammy Conflicts

Dave, the wacky crazy kinda spammy mun, is going to do something
that might be impossible. I'm going to try to stay neutral. I will
continue RP'ing on the channels I usually RP on, including BDI and RedFang
and the others. I'm not going to let any of this stuff effect me. ((Good
luck wishes gladly accepted. :) ))

I take blood-pressure medicine to stay this calm...maybe I should start
distributing it...*SHRUG*

--
Dave Crampton AKA Dark Vampyre

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

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

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 21:13:47 -0500
From: grcolby@tamu.edu (Gail R. Colby)
Subject: Re: Fine.

Jimmie hon... me and my pc's aren't leaving... I just find that lately BDI
has been wearing my few remaining nerves down... and it is beginning to
affect my personal life here... I love all of you guys to death and I
apologize for any hurt feeling... but I DO stand by the ops thing.. we need
a meeting....
I love you guys to death and I'll be around, just not in the Inn the
whole time. Last night I was not in the inn for a good 2-3 hours RPing else
where and I left the computer a lot less stressed out than I usually do...
so I'll be around, and you can find me whenever you want.. see ya sweets.
Suzanna

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 21:15:45 -0500
From: Rue <deanna3@airmail.net>
Subject: Re: HEY!! Wake up!!!

honer@cyberhighway.net wrote:

>
> <Josh gets down on his hands and knees to beg Sil and Micky/Kaefo to stick
> around for awile to see if this improves>

I am afraid to say this, but... I kinda agree with Syl and Tev there... I worked
my ass off all night last night, even though I had made it perfectly clear to
everyone that I had class today... I had promised myself that I would go to bed
earlier... So I would be on time... Did I? Nope. I didn't get off until around 6am...
and I didn't fall asleep till around 7. I had to leave home by 11:45 to make it to
school on time due to the traffic of Central Express-way on the way to school. If you
want an example of what I mean? I can get there in 15 minutes... No problem... But it
take 30 minutes just to get 7 damn miles on that freeway because it is so screwed up.
Anyway... I was late to my class... Again... And I wasn't too thrilled 'bout it... I
barely had time to get ready and be on my way. All because I stayed up to help out.
Another thing... I think that you take all of this roleplaying too damn
seriously! I never hung out on Peaceful Warrior Inn and Para-Dice Inn all that much on
Prodigy when I was there... Why? Because they were too serious! It's not fun when you
get all down a serious about something... The whole reason Brad and I kept up with the
switched person plot was because it was FUN! That's the keyword here... "FUN!" Of
course... But the way some people, and I'm not mentioning any names, take out the fun by
gettin' too serious... That if one person gets OOC, that it's gonna destroy the world...
Look... I'm OOC all of the time... Even when I play my characters because I am so much
like them... Rue is modeled after the way I look and from my serious side... Taeylea is
from the side that I used to be... Quiet and innocent... And Peverell is outgoing,
hyper... She's a kender dammit... And people agree with me when I say this... So am I!
People! Listen to me! I'm going to be as blunt as I have to... I'm not going to let this
down easy like I would normally do... My temper will not let it. Yes... A good deal of
you are my closest friends I will and always will have and remember... The rest of you?
You are all being assholes who seem too serious with this to even have a life! The whole
reason I'm still here is to be with my friends! I have seriously considered killing my
account with iadfw because of the way I've been treated on here... But I couldn't...
Because I had friends. And they are the only ones that are keepin' me online in the
first place, and one of them, I had left once when I got off of Prodigy... And I
couldn't lose him again... Let me just say, the whole thing that made the channel I hung
out on on Prodigy was the fact that there were NO rules at all... That we were people
who all knew each other... muns and character... And half of the time we did RP, but
rarely was it ever serious. I mean... There were fights of Nuitari vs Rue... Rand vs
Moiraine. Lanfear vs Moiraine... etc... But most of the RPing was either silly, or it
wasn't really existant... This is where I learned to role play for the first time...
This was where I fell in love with chatting. Most of all, this was where this life with
a love for computers started, and if that hadn't happened... I would still be in high
school today... I would either be a senior... And most likely... I would not be here
writing this letter... I nearly killed myself during that time... But I didn't...
Because I had friends. And that's what this is all about. It's not about being the most
powerful there is. It's not about having a cyber-family. And it's not about saving the
world. It's about having friends to spend time with and have fun! Most of you understand
what I'm saying... But I bet that a lot of you will ignore this letter and go on with
your lives... *shrugs* Fine. I don't care. I have a life to go on to also. And that's
what I'm going to do.
I feel that people think that this is real life... But it's not... This is a
place to escape from real life through. That's why I'm here. If I didn't have this
escape... I'm not going on into that. I'm sorry if you think that I'm complaining, but
I'm not. I'm just trying to say that this place is falling apart. And that if something
isn't done right away, the #BLKDRAGON*inn will cease to exist. And I don't want to see
that. I have too many fond memories of this place.
On a final note, I'm saying that I'll be taking my leave. I'm not sure at this
time if this is temporary, or if this is permanent, but I do have a life outside of
this, and I have school, and soon, I'll have a job. Also, I'm doing this to give the inn
a chance to become the way it once was. And I'll close this letter of farewell off with
one phrase, that I learned the hard way... I sang the song as my first solo at a large
concert... "Que sera! Sera!" "What will be, will be." And I hope that what "will be"
will be something to bring us back together.

Bie Liao (if you don't know, look it up.)
--
Rue
Taeylea Cai'Maral Ruatha
Aylaishia
Isea Nightfall
Kirsten Claire Miller
http://www.io.com/~jimmie/kirsy/home.html

Keep Sailor Moon alive!! SOS(Support our Sailors)!!
http://looney.physics.sunysb.edu/~daffy/sos/
---------------------------------
"Lest we forget
The speed at which the world is turning
Careering through space and time
On her fatalistic journey.

It scares me half to death
That we tear ourselves apart
A war of love or religion
Close your eyes to the screaming

Now are we pleased?
How are we free?
See how this obession
Turns the love to anger."
Turns the Love to Anger ~ Erasure (Chorus)

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 21:30:34 -0500
From: grcolby@tamu.edu (Gail R. Colby)
Subject: Re: Fine.

>
>
>Fine, everybody just leave. Maybe some of the newbies care enough to stay and
>try and make this thing work.
Alrigh now.....just hold on right there......Wait..newbies....how about the
rest of us??....i for one have tried to make things here work...BUT...i'm
not differentieated from Suz.....if i get in the channel it is assumed
automaticly that iu am her...she may almost always be here now...but there
are 2...count em 2 distinct human beings here...plus my sister..so this make
3 people using the same hostmask... But even more upsetting is that the
people that have problems with Suz's Characters or her mun have problems
with MY PC's and My Mun..........

>I for one will still be here, even though I
>can't roleplay much because I'm always keeping up with the bot and channel
>security.
I haven't roleplayed much because none of the people in the inn pay any
attention to my characters..... AND...as far as Security...i have also
worked on the recovery end of the takeovers.....and Like Suz and Ash i am
VERY upset about the lack of thanx and being accused of the takeovers.....i
for one after recruiting help and eventually retakeing the channel
myself...got bot banned!! I the person responsible for getting the channel
back into its rightfull hand got banned FOR TAKEOVERS NO LESS!!!....needless
to say i was extremely pissed....

>I've been working on getting another mailing list up for the
>ops to use, but that has been pushed to the side as there are only so many
>hours in the day.
As far as the ops.......well....IMNSHO the channel need more responsible ops
that actually will be watching the channel when they are there.....unlike
some of the masters even...this does not include the bot owners because i
know how much effort it takes to run a bot.....

On the bot issuse.....i am getting a script that will allow me to clone a
bot that will act for all intents and purposes like an Eggdrop bot..and
would like to get it set up so that if and inevitably when Ducly or
Horace(If KO ever brings him back) go down.......BUT...that would mean i
would have to actually BE an op....not an op off of Suzanna but a full
fledged op in myself....wich in light of my work in retakeing the channel
NUMEROUS times would make _some_ Sense......
NEway....i'll step down off my soap box.....if you actually got to this
point congratulations you have reached the end...and thank you for listening..
Kevin.......
Mun of Saburo
NOT SUZ!

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 21:38:47 -0500
From: grcolby@tamu.edu (Gail R. Colby)
Subject: Re: Fine.

Ok....now that everyone else replyed to this e-mail i thought it my duty to
do so also...HEY! Everyone else did!! Well this is the lil sister not the
human being *thwaps Kev upside the head* About this problem..i think that
there are rights and wrongs on both side. I am not saing that only one
person was right and one person was wrong. I juat think the ops need to get
together and talk things over.....CALMLY....if that is posible...*doesnt
think it is but is going to pray* Ummm....I am not like Kev and feel that i
have to wright a book and a half and i like the short and sweet way. Well
i'll get outa yer hair.

--Erin
Mun of Gwen, Rhayne and Solinari

See all yall guys in the inn....Hopefuly...

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 23:18:29 -0400
From: Dave Crampton <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
Subject: Everything (Please post this ASAP Dave)

>Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 23:11:19 -0400
>X-Sender: pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu (Unverified)
>To: crampto3
>From: Adam Pigeon <pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu>
>Subject: Everything (Please post this ASAP Dave)
>
>Ok, I know that ppl have had a lot of hurt feelings, not being thanked for
>things, wtc. But I don't want ppl to get angry at each other and start
>leaving. I've been here for a very long time and I've made a lot of good
>friends. I'd hate to lose all of you to some petty arguing. Please think
>things through well before doing anything drastic.
>
> /\ |-\ /\ |\ /| |--\ | /--\ |---- /--\ |\ |
> / \ | \ / \ | \/ | | | | | | | | | \ |
> /----\ | | /----\ | | |--/ | | ___ |-- | | | \|
> / \ | / / \ | | | | | | | | | | |
>/ \ |_/ / \ | | | | \__/ |---- \__/ | |
>
>-The Mun of the Many and Defender of the Sig!
>
>http://www.msu.edu/user/pigeonad/
>
>send all replys to pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu cuz I ain't on the list
>
>
>
>
--
Dave Crampton AKA Dark Vampyre

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

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

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 20:25:46 -0700
From: Adam <doochina@datatek.com>
Subject: Re: HEY!! Wake up!!!

Syl wrote:
>
> I don't know if any of you noticed or even much care but Mickey/Kaejo just said goodbye to the inn. Are we all that wrapped up in ourselves
that no one cares?
>
> You guys are complaining about OOC talk in the inn...Do you know what that OOC talk shows me? Not that we do not care about roleplaying but
that we have come
> I enjoyed knowing all of you...at least those of you I DO know....and you know how to find me on IRC...I will be around...this is the last
letter I will be sen
>
> ~Syl
> ~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.
Well, goodbye then Syl. It was nice knowing you, and I hope I can still
catch you in #redfang. I have no clue why Mickey was so pissed and is
leaving the channel, and as far as I know I have no part in what caused
him to choose his path. If I did, I'm sorry for it. So, goodbye to you
both, Mickey and Syl.
-Adam
--
One day more!
Another day, another destiny.
This never-ending road to calvary
These men who seem to know my crime
Will surely come a second time.
One day more!

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 20:52:56 -0700
From: Adam <doochina@datatek.com>
Subject: Re: Fine.

WEll Jimmie, if it's an consolation, I'm still here.
::wonders if that is a consolation::
--
One day more!
Another day, another destiny.
This never-ending road to calvary
These men who seem to know my crime
Will surely come a second time.
One day more!

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 23:10:41 -0500
Subject: CERT Advisory
From: Jimmie Bragdon <jimmie@io.com>

=============================================================================
CERT(sm) Advisory CA-96.13
July 4, 1996

Topic: ID4 virus, Alien/OS Vulnerability

- - -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

The CERT Coordination Center has received reports of weaknesses in
Alien/OS that can allow species with primitive information sciences
technology to initiate denial-of-service attacks against MotherShip(tm)
hosts. One report of exploitation of this bug has been received.

When attempting takeover of planets inhabited by such races, a trojan
horse attack is possible that permits local access to the MotherShip
host, enabling the implantation of executable code with full root access
to mission-critical security features of the operating system.

The vulnerability exists in versions of EvilAliens' Alien/OS 34762.12.1
or later, and all versions of Microsoft's Windows/95. CERT advises
against initiating further planet takeover actions until patches
are available from these vendors. If planet takeover is absolutely
necessary, CERT advises that affected sites apply the workarounds as
specified below.

As we receive additional information relating to this advisory, we will
place it in

ftp://info.cert.org/pub/cert_advisories/CA-96.13.README

We encourage you to check our README files regularly for updates on
advisories that relate to your site.

- - -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

I. Description

Alien/OS contains a security vulnerability, which strangely enough
can be exploited by a primitive race running Windows/95. Although
Alien/OS has been extensively field tested over millions of years by
EvilAliens, Inc., the bug was only recently discovered during a
routine invasion of a backwater planet. EvilAliens notes that
the operating system had never before been tested against a race
with "such a kick-ass president."

The vulnerability allows the insertion of executable code with
root access to key security features of the operating system. In
particular, such code can disable the NiftyGreenShield (tm)
subsystem, allowing child processes to be terminated by unauthorized
users.

Additionally, Alien/OS networking protocols can provide a
low-bandwidth covert timing channel to a determined attacker.

II. Impact

Non-privileged primitive users can cause the total destruction of
your entire invasion fleet and gain unauthorized access to
files.

III. Solution

EvilAliens has supplied a workaround and a patch, as follows:

A. Workaround

To prevent unauthorized insertion of executables, install a
firewall to selectively vaporize incoming packets that do not
contain valid aliens. Also, disable the "Java" option in
Netscape.

To eliminate the covert timing channel, remove untrusted
hosts from routing tables. As tempting as it is, do not use
target species' own satellites against them.

B. Patch

As root, install the "evil" package from the distribution tape.

(Optionally) save a copy of the existing /usr/bin/sendmail and
modify its permission to prevent misuse.

- - ---------------------------------------------------------------------------
The CERT Coordination Center thanks Jeff Goldblum and Fjkxdtssss for
providing information for this advisory.
- - ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

If you believe that your system has been compromised, contact the CERT
Coordination Center or your representative in the Forum of Incident
Response and Security Teams (FIRST).

We strongly urge you to encrypt any sensitive information you send by email.
The CERT Coordination Center can support a shared DES key and PGP. Contact the
CERT staff for more information.

Location of CERT PGP key
ftp://info.cert.org/pub/CERT_PGP.key

CERT Contact Information
- - ------------------------
Email cert@cert.org

Phone +1 412-268-7090 (24-hour hotline)
CERT personnel answer 8:30-5:00 p.m. EST
(GMT-5)/EDT(GMT-4), and are on call for
emergencies during other hours.

Fax +1 412-268-6989

Postal address
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Software Engineering Institute
Carnegie Mellon University
Pittsburgh PA 15213-3890
USA

CERT publications, information about FIRST representatives, and other
security-related information are available for anonymous FTP from
http://www.cert.org/
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CERT advisories and bulletins are also posted on the USENET newsgroup
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To be added to our mailing list for CERT advisories and bulletins, send your
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Copyright 1996 Carnegie Mellon University
This material may be reproduced and distributed without permission provided it
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CERT is a service mark of Carnegie Mellon University.

Date: Thu, 18 Jul 1996 00:32:47 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Hudson's Petting Zoo" <ehudson1@ic3.ithaca.edu>
Subject: All the recent garbage.

I for one am *staying*.
1) Yes, we've been having lots of problems lately (and I'm not going into
any of the details- none of us has the time). But as far as I have seen,
none of these problems are unsolvable. Let's all try to be friends
here. I thought that that's what this was in the first place.
2) Reagrding the Mun-talk: I agree with the proposals. Most to all of
my mun-talk goes in msg's or on the bot party line.
3) Regarding people leaving: *shrug* If you think it's gotten to the
point that you can't stand it anymore, then that's your choice. I'll
miss ya, but I understand.
I've put alot of my time into the Inn myself. I still remember around a
year ago when I was so happy that I had found an RP channel that wasn't
AD&D. I had gotten briefly into on-line RP'ing just before Quantum-Link
folded, and didn't feel like getting involved with MUD's, and had very
much mi9ssed it for my first year of college. A friend of mine showed me
how to IRC one afternoon, so I got part of my on-line fix back. (I met
my now fiancee on-line as well.) Then early last summer, I found
#BLKDRAGON*Inn. I could RP again. (I wasn't very good at it for at
first.. I had only been at it a few months on Q.) I';ve watched the Inn
grow very fast, and develop offshoots everywhere. I've loved every
minute of the experience. Some of the lustre has worn off recently, but
I know that somehow those of us who want the Inn to continue will do
whatever it takes to solve the problems. (Besides.. Raych's plot has
been getting *good* lately, and there's no damn way I'm gonna give it up
anytime soon!)

Okay.. sorry if I overflowed anyone's mailbox (mine nearly was the other
day, but that's another stroy- damn slow telnet connects), but I wanted
to let my feelings be known as well.

Eric

----
Eric Hudson, mundane form of Sir Raych Kjeldoran IV
ehudson1@ic3.ithaca.edu
hudson@ithaca.edu - ICACCS
Let's just pretend it didn't happen,
didn't happen at all, doesn't matter at all.
-Mike and the Mechanics, 1991
Everything doesn't have to be a war with you J. Edgar Hoover types.
-Steve Martin, "My Blue Heaven"
----

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 23:23:18 -0600
From: onestab@rmci.net (OneStab)
Subject: Foiling Grafton's Battalion

>From the Chronicles of the Nine..

Foiling Grafton's Battalion

Thunder roared across the lowland plains of Trissant. Metal banging against
metal, beast hooves on hard earth, masters shouting to underlings all
combined into a storm raging across the flatlands. Grafton's army marched
to Trissant Guarde, there to crush her inhabitants and enslave her steward
lands. Cavalry, archers, lancers, spearmen, infantry, over a thousand
blood-thirsty renegades following a madman for money. Mercenaries.

Grafton rode point. His golden-bronze helm shone like a beacon, marking him
as the chief contractor of mischief. A master of siege and plunder, Grafton
and his warriors scourged Torin's remote lands and her neighbors.
Considered at first a pest, his raids, murders, and kidnappings earned him
notoriety. Fame that soon reached Laeral and the Nine..

"Keep down!" Arnthiir whispered urgently to the others. Laying prone on a
ridge, three of the Nine studied Grafton's battalion in the valley below.
Evening shadows stretched over Trissant's valley. Firelights appeared
beside army tents. Against the light sky, any form would be silhouetted,
and discovered. "If they spot us," Arnthiir continued, "we'll all meet in
hell before twilight.."

"Hell won't let us all in, Arnie," Veleria jested, curling her long-nailed
fingers over his shoulder. "The devil knows we be more than his match."

Arnthiir shook his head, swallowing his chuckle. Then turning to the dwarf
beside him, "Whaddya think Pel? They seem relaxed enough."

"Oiy, tha' dey do, Arn." Peltrain replied without looking, his squinted eyes
remaining glued to the adversary preparing camp. "Methinks because dey know
der is nae significant resistance near. Doze scouts we.... quiete... will
be missed soon tho'. We bes' strike at firs' dark."

Arnthiir nodded his agreement. "We have little time. Pel, tell Laeral our
guests are ready for their hosts. Nothing unexpected, proceed as planned."
As the dwarf scooted away, Arn unwound his bowstring and in a hushed voice
addressed Veleria, "Midear, we have a score to settle. Will you find him?"

"Happy to, midear." Veleria winked, teasing her companion. Crawling to the
edge of the ravine, she unclasped her robe, drew her arms into the material,
and slithered out. "When I find him, I'll dive. Shoot him. And Arnie,
don't miss."

"Don't you end up dinner, they look hungry."

Veleria laughed and rolled off the edge of the ravine. As her body hurtled
faster and faster toward the ground, a shrill echoed throughout the valley.
Grafton snapped his head toward the ridge, beside him. Captain Kaelig's eyes
narrowed, searching the skyline for the cry's source. A speckled falcon
circled high above, nothing out of order. Shrugging off the unexplained
racket, the two returned to business.

"Report Captain," Grafton demanded.

"Squad six on watch, My Liege, units one and four cover the northern rim,
two and three the southern. Squad eight scouts are in recovery and debrief,
units from squad one will replace them shortly." The Captain spoke
authoritatively, even to his commander. Kaelig's scarred face and hard
features at dusk shadowed the murderous soul beneath his skin. Grafton was
the battalion's brains, Kaelig its sword.

Soaring over the encampment, Veleria examined Grafton's army. A tear
slipped from the corner of her eye and across her feathers. These depraved
mercenaries burned her home around her brother and his family. Every
agonizing squeal stung, forever etched into her memory by the telepathic
link she shared with her dead sibling. One clear face came with the
suffering, a leathery, scarred face. Banking against the cliff, Veleria
streaked across the valley for another pass, her eyes scanning for the man
matching her brother's killer.

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 23:29:21 -0600
From: onestab@rmci.net (OneStab)
Subject: Foiling Grafton's batalion (pt 2)

>From the Chronicles of the Nine..

"Lady Lae," Peltrain bowed to Laeral upon his return, "Arn sez all is as
anticipated. Strike goz as planned."

Laeral smiled gratefully, "Thank you, General Peltrain." She always used
his former title. "You and Brieanna guard camp. Tack and harness the
horses, our egress must be swift. Argolon, Airissa, make your way to the
valley floor. Stay out of sight on the Trissant Guarde side of Grafton's
forces. Our flight to the castle could be ambushed at the crossroads.
Ensure it is not. We rendezvous there at moonrise."

"Confirmed, Laeral." Argolon replied. Sheathing his massive sword across
his back, the huge barbarian-looking man stood and approached Airissa.
Clasping his hand on her Mithral shoulder plate, he winked. "Up for this,
BattleAxe? Since our last encounter, I am up two on you."

"Tha' score wi' soon be even'd, UmberHulk." Airissa's gray elven eyes
flickered between playfulness and intensity. "Come, le's away to th'
valley." In one lightning motion, Airissa snatched Argon's palm from her
shoulder and twisted it. He responded with a grimace and a nod. Together,
they disappeared into the scrub brush, on their way to the ridge, then down
to Trissant's lowlands.

While Peltrain and Brieanna prepared the Nine's animals, Laeral continued.
"OneStab, Thanadar, you are with me."

"Confirmed, Laeral." Thanadar answered, tucking his loaded pistol crossbow
beneath his deep green woodsman tunic.

"Certainly, Magebabe." OneStab smirked. "Wouldn't have it any other way."

Laeral shook her head, unsure whether annoyed or flattered, and no time to
decide which. "It's up to us to persuade Grafton and his hirelings that
Trissant Guarde is more headache than it's worth."

Thanadar raised one brow. "Nae an easy task, Lady."

"Sure it is, Than!" OneStab broke in. "We dangle ye neked from the
battlements. That'd discourage anyone."

"One!" Laeral glared, an amused twinkle betraying her angry tone.

"Sorra, Lae."

Laeral held his gaze a moment before explaining, "Arn and Vel will create a
commotion. The fear and confusion they initiate, we must reinforce. My
part will be an illusion... a dragon. I can enhance the illusion with other
spells. Well placed fireballs should help convince them our fantasy is
real. However, I cannot do everything with my magic. Two simultaneous
spells are taxing enough. The image needs sound. OneStab, can you
impersonate a dragon?"

"A dragon? Well, I can imitate the noises and speech." OneStab thoughtfully
shook his head. "But a dragon's cry can be heard for near a mile, there is
nae way me voice will carry realistically."

"Yes it will, One. The Valley is an acoustic semi-circle, carved by ice
ages ago. Your voice will boom like a beast's."

OneStab shut his eyes, picturing the valley's shape and his lessons in sound
wave propagation theory. "I... think ye are right, Lae... Just try to keep
the image closer to us than the opposite ridge. Echo reflections may
distort the dragon's sound relative to his position. While panic will
likely prevent rational thought in Grafton's ranks, someone may get
curious... and discover our deceit."

"Confirmed, One." Stepping closer to Thanadar, Laeral took his hand. "You
must protect us, Than. While One and I fool the others, we must not be
discovered. Search our surroundings, hide, and watch passages to the ridge,
whatever you deem necessary. While we concentrate on the illusion, we will
be distracted and easy prey. Your aim is our only protection."

Thanadar bowed slightly and patted his twin-stringed crossbow. "Your lives
be safe, Midear."

With that, the three moved away from camp, to their mission.

Date: Thu, 18 Jul 1996 00:01:11 -0600 (MDT)
From: honer@cyberhighway.net
Subject: Calm down people

I have been very distress over all of us yelling back and forth
about the occ and the takeovers and everything else. As I posted in an
ealier reply I have seen this happen many time if you we do not do something
soon there will be no #BLKDRAGON*inn. I also ask all of you people to clam
down for a while but don't leave for good. I promise that if we stick
together and work things out comly that we can keep the inn going and most
importantly we can patch up the hurt feelings of all our friends. Once
again I remind you to calm down if you need to take a breather from the Inn
that is fine I can understand that.

IF WE KEEP GOING THE WAY WE ARE GOING THERE WILL BE NO COMMUNITY

____________________________________________________________________________
________

Honer of Fay the last of the great Red Mages and keeper of the secrets of
Fire Magic

Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 23:09:51 -0700
From: soul@ix.netcom.com (Becky Fisher)
Subject: Re: (A complaint from not-Steve)(and Muns)

I know you do not know me very well, and I do not know what happened to
make you leave the BDI. But I want to tell you this...at this
moment..I am so disgusted with all the crap I have been dealing with
here..I am ready to leave it all behind. The problem is...I love to
rp..and I would miss it a great deal. I wish I had the answer....I do
not. I am being pursued by asshole hackers and flooders. They have
decided that I am there favorite sucker to play with. I have not had
one freaking day that has been only fun, when no one yelled at me in
the inn for trying to keep order or something..when no hacker tracked
me down and harassed me....for so long I cannot remember. What
happened to the joy? What happened to the excitement of playing? I
wish I knew. I just sat here a few minutes ago, watching the msgs fly
at me..and ignored them...thinking that I would just sit here and let
the tears fall. Sad....not like me. ::sighs:: I hope thigs get
better for you. I, for one, like you, and although we did not rp much,
I will miss you. You are one of the good guys. Please do not leave
us. Or..take me with you?

I remain,
SoftBird and her Mun

Date: Thu, 18 Jul 1996 07:34:01 -0600 (MDT)
From: Stef <stefanie@rt66.com>
Subject: Re: Fine.

I wasn't planning on leaving either..I'm not sure what the hell is going
on..buuttt..I think if everyone keeps their cool, this can be worked out. As
for my being an op and not being around much, I am afraid that it's
impossible for me to be on here during the days and my nights are limited
(those of you that know me best know what's going on)...if it would be in
best interests of the inn, to remove my op status, so be it. However, I
would be glad to keep it if I could learn how to set bans if needed..I only
recently learned some bot stuff. In either case, I'm not going anywhere..I
am so sad to see two people I care about leave-and not know entirely why. :(

Stef

Date: Thu, 18 Jul 1996 09:12:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Slurpee God <misanthrope@earthlink.net>
Subject: Random thoughts....

Funny thing...i was all up on leaving last night too...soon as i come on,
i make the royal mistake of actually *going into* blkdragon*inn...tsk tsk
tsk, what the hell was i thinking? Of course i make my *normal* series of
joking little comments and somehow i had Angel convinced that i was
suicidal...after a CAPS WRITTEN statement that i was in no way going to kill
myself (personally, i believe it to be impossible...i cant die, so live with
it) and Angel starts up on her own suicidal rift...fine, she is upset, under
a tremendous amount of pressure...i wont stand by her comments of suicide,
but ill see what i can do to cheer her up (im the damn jester arent i?)...
So in the best of humor (for me at least), i told her to stick her head in a
toilet, because we all know that if you can stick your head in a toilet and
flush it, then stand up and look out a window, then if you still have a
serious anger grudge on the world, then its time to see a doctor...these
were about my exact words....so of course, before i know it, im accused of
making fun of angel, and taunting her...of, i left, because im tired of
putting up with people having selective humors, capable of only getting a
joke when its conveinient, or their own....
I honestly had planned on staying out forever...ive been run from there
more times than Rifter by now for Gods sakes... but, while reading last
night (had to do something, you know how i dont sleep, and without irc i had
to resort to reading words that dont dance) i gave it a little
thought....most of us have gotten pretty damn close...i mean, ive RPed with
alot of people over the past 10 years and only a few of em have i actually
been able to tolerate, much less talk to nightly...
So i changed my mind...ill be back...you wont get rid of me or my
characters *that* easy dammit...and as for the newbies being adopted...i
have been getting along with new people (please...i really hate the term
"newbie" as much as i do "mundane") who knows, maybe its time for the 6th
generation to be defined...

6th Generation : those role players of the inn who arrived at the time of
the earlier Generations' fall...

Stephen

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

Date: Thu, 18 Jul 1996 11:20:45 -0600 (MDT)
From: honer@cyberhighway.net
Subject: Re: Random thoughts....

I am glad you are staying after all and that you are going to try to work
with the younger generation. Sorry for the shortness of this letter but I
have already sayd most of the things on my mind. Once again glad to see
that your still around.
____________________________________________________________________________
________

Honer of Fay the last of the great Red Mages and keeper of the secrets of
Fire Magic

Date: Thu, 18 Jul 1996 14:24:36 -0500
From: Brad Plumb <palpatine@earthlink.net>
Subject: Re: HEY!! Wake up!!!

At 09:15 PM 7/17/96 -0500, you wrote:
>
>
>honer@cyberhighway.net wrote:
>
>>
>> <Josh gets down on his hands and knees to beg Sil and Micky/Kaefo to stick
>> around for awile to see if this improves>
>
> I am afraid to say this, but... I kinda agree with Syl and Tev there... I
worked
>my ass off all night last night, even though I had made it perfectly clear to
>everyone that I had class today... I had promised myself that I would go to
bed
>earlier... So I would be on time... Did I? Nope. I didn't get off until
around 6am...
>and I didn't fall asleep till around 7. I had to leave home by 11:45 to
make it to
>school on time due to the traffic of Central Express-way on the way to
school. If you
>want an example of what I mean? I can get there in 15 minutes... No
problem... But it
>take 30 minutes just to get 7 damn miles on that freeway because it is so
screwed up.
>Anyway... I was late to my class... Again... And I wasn't too thrilled
'bout it... I
>barely had time to get ready and be on my way. All because I stayed up to
help out.
> Another thing... I think that you take all of this roleplaying too damn
>seriously! I never hung out on Peaceful Warrior Inn and Para-Dice Inn all
that much on
>Prodigy when I was there... Why? Because they were too serious! It's not
fun when you
>get all down a serious about something... The whole reason Brad and I kept
up with the
>switched person plot was because it was FUN! That's the keyword here...
"FUN!" Of
>course... But the way some people, and I'm not mentioning any names, take
out the fun by
>gettin' too serious... That if one person gets OOC, that it's gonna destroy
the world...
>Look... I'm OOC all of the time... Even when I play my characters because I
am so much
>like them... Rue is modeled after the way I look and from my serious
side... Taeylea is
>from the side that I used to be... Quiet and innocent... And Peverell is
outgoing,
>hyper... She's a kender dammit... And people agree with me when I say
this... So am I!
>People! Listen to me! I'm going to be as blunt as I have to... I'm not
going to let this
>down easy like I would normally do... My temper will not let it. Yes... A
good deal of
>you are my closest friends I will and always will have and remember... The
rest of you?
>You are all being assholes who seem too serious with this to even have a
life! The whole
>reason I'm still here is to be with my friends! I have seriously considered
killing my
>account with iadfw because of the way I've been treated on here... But I
couldn't...
>Because I had friends. And they are the only ones that are keepin' me
online in the
>first place, and one of them, I had left once when I got off of Prodigy...
And I
>couldn't lose him again... Let me just say, the whole thing that made the
channel I hung
>out on on Prodigy was the fact that there were NO rules at all... That we
were people
>who all knew each other... muns and character... And half of the time we
did RP, but
>rarely was it ever serious. I mean... There were fights of Nuitari vs
Rue... Rand vs
>Moiraine. Lanfear vs Moiraine... etc... But most of the RPing was either
silly, or it
>wasn't really existant... This is where I learned to role play for the
first time...
>This was where I fell in love with chatting. Most of all, this was where
this life with
>a love for computers started, and if that hadn't happened... I would still
be in high
>school today... I would either be a senior... And most likely... I would
not be here
>writing this letter... I nearly killed myself during that time... But I
didn't...
>Because I had friends. And that's what this is all about. It's not about
being the most
>powerful there is. It's not about having a cyber-family. And it's not about
saving the
>world. It's about having friends to spend time with and have fun! Most of
you understand
>what I'm saying... But I bet that a lot of you will ignore this letter and
go on with
>your lives... *shrugs* Fine. I don't care. I have a life to go on to also.
And that's
>what I'm going to do.
> I feel that people think that this is real life... But it's not... This is a
>place to escape from real life through. That's why I'm here. If I didn't
have this
>escape... I'm not going on into that. I'm sorry if you think that I'm
complaining, but
>I'm not. I'm just trying to say that this place is falling apart. And that
if something
>isn't done right away, the #BLKDRAGON*inn will cease to exist. And I don't
want to see
>that. I have too many fond memories of this place.
> On a final note, I'm saying that I'll be taking my leave. I'm not sure at
this
>time if this is temporary, or if this is permanent, but I do have a life
outside of
>this, and I have school, and soon, I'll have a job. Also, I'm doing this to
give the inn
>a chance to become the way it once was. And I'll close this letter of
farewell off with
>one phrase, that I learned the hard way... I sang the song as my first solo
at a large
>concert... "Que sera! Sera!" "What will be, will be." And I hope that what
"will be"
>will be something to bring us back together.

I know I'm gonna get yelled at for not editing the letter, but I don't
fluffing care. I don't think my thoughts on the matter could be expressed
any better than what Kirsy says in this letter, and yes the switched names
plot was fun. And damnit the thing that made this place seem like a family
in the first place was getting to know each other ic and ooc and that
doesn't happen as well one on one as in groups in my opinion. I would like
to say I'm showin my support for Mickey, Kirsy, and Syl and am leaving, like
Kirsy maybe temporarily maybe not. I want any of you who I have called
friend to know this is nothing personal against you, but I am sick of all
the bad feelings I get from being in the inn sometimes. I really do love the
place, but it's gotten to be too much. I like speaking in groups online. So
I'd like to close not in anger, but by saying I will always keep fond
memories of BDI and maybe you can find me in there occasionally. Goodbye all.

Sorry if this gets sent twice, it screwed up the first time.
BrAd PlUmB
Silvan of Shadowdale
"Yes sir before joining the Royal Space force I admit to being nowhere at
all." - Wings of Honnemaise
"The only thing I fear, is Keyser Soze" - The Usual Suspects
"The greatest weapon of the fascist is the tolerance of the pacifist" -
Suicidal Tendencies
"Ours is the kingdom of steel" - ManOwar

Date: Thu, 18 Jul 1996 16:01:01 -0700
From: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: TEST

Do NOT reply to this msg..I had to upgrade the mail server and I'm just
testing the mailing lists..

Thanks
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Date: Thu, 18 Jul 1996 23:45:47 -0600 (MDT)
From: honer@cyberhighway.net
Subject: Re: Hmmmm

At 05:20 PM 7/18/96 -0700, you wrote:
>ok I hate to do this but everyone that gets this let me know..I am getting
>rejects like crazy and I know 40 email accounts are suddenly not NO good
>anymore..
>
>
>thanks
Got it
____________________________________________________________________________
________

Honer of Fay the last of the great Red Mages and keeper of the secrets of
Fire Magic

Date: Fri, 19 Jul 1996 05:44:10 -0400
From: "Kerrinne Lynne Kl'ramordan" <kerrinne@tiger.avana.net>
Subject: Re: Hmmmm

::raises her hand:: Your majesty...I received it.

~Kerrinne

Date: Fri, 19 Jul 1996 10:37:38 -0500 (CDT)
From: Kathy Stracener <merlin31@bihs.net>
Subject: Re: Hmmmm

I'm gettin it Angel.... my mail server ^#$*$^ed up on me too and I got 20
rejects for ONE email I sent... =)
Suzanna

At 17:20 18-07-1996 -0700, you wrote:
>ok I hate to do this but everyone that gets this let me know..I am getting
>rejects like crazy and I know 40 email accounts are suddenly not NO good
>anymore..
>
>
>thanks
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>
>

Date: Fri, 19 Jul 1996 09:17:52 -0700
From: Quickning <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>
Subject: Come on.

Look I know they guys dont really care anymore but.... Leaving
really doesn't solve anything. It takes a little bit of courage to stick
it out Rough times and smooth. I'm gunna stay. Even if i end up roll play
just me and my split personalities. I'm gunna miss you guys who have left
or are leaving.

"No matter what happens, I'll always have each other."

Crystal Mun of Quickning and a few other PC's who wont beliving Arangoth.

PS Just how old is the BLKDRAGON*inn Maybe we need to declare a holiday
for Arangoths birthday.

Date: Fri, 19 Jul 1996 10:01:32 PDT
From: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (Queen of Arangoth)
Subject: RECENT EMAIL PROBLEMS

OK,

I'm headed to work..I hadn't realized that some of you were getting rejected
emails too.. I'm gonna go see if I can fix it.. I may have to delete all on
the mailing list that are getting rejected so you can resubscribe.. don't
know..but it's happening on all the mailing lists and there has to be
something I missed..I apologize for this inconvienance and promise I will do
my best to fix it. I'll probably end up calling tech support and screamin
at em ;)

Talk to ya later
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*****************************
Her Royal Majesty
AngelSin aka
Alysia Draconoris Muthoris Vostanoth
Queen of Arangoth
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Date: Fri, 19 Jul 1996 11:33:36 -0700
From: hortill@ix.netcom.com (Todd Hortillosa )
Subject: Re: Hmmmm

I got it too

Date: Fri, 19 Jul 1996 12:15:20 -0700
From: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: another test

DO NOT REPLY JUST TESTING
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Date: Fri, 19 Jul 1996 13:15:58 -0700
From: aliastra@ap.net
Subject: Re: HEY!! Wake up!!!

I have never heard such trivial arguing over what "should and shouldn't
be" in an RPG channel. ::rolls her eyes:: honestly! my Typo Demons create
less havvoc than I have seen here.
I think everyone should just do whatever makes them happy. If you
don't like OOC talk then fine, don't talk OOC! If you do enjoy OOC talk
with friends ((and I personally do)), then do it. If I get kicked for
doing it, then so be it. BDI is not the only RPG channel around.
I would also like to say that I get annoyed with others telling me how
I should act/not act...how I should respond to letters/not respond to
letters...how I should live/not live......ok, so no one here has told me
how to live *yet*. But I wouldn't put it past a few of you. As long as I
am the dryad that mun intended me to be, I have no use for some of the
imposed pseudo-authority that gets tossed around.
I feel strongly that EVERYONE should just take care of their own PC.
Sure, if someone comes into the channel and cusses.....the ops should kick
him....or if some idiot interrupts a SL with a really stupid post, talk
with him/her....otherwise, I think that many of you will find that if you
spend your time refining yourselves, everything else will fall into
place....guaranteed.

Blowing roses at you all, ~ ~
~*~Astra~*~ O
Elder Councilmember, MoA /!\
@ @ @

Date: Fri, 19 Jul 1996 15:46:13 -0500
From: cullen@net-link.net (Cullen Stevenson)
Subject: Re: another test

>DO NOT REPLY JUST TESTING

Okay.

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

Date: Fri, 19 Jul 1996 16:54:33 -0400 (EDT)
From: Syl <petal@earthlink.net>
Subject: Pyramid of the Rose: Watching

>From: starcry@mont.mindspring.com
>X-Sender: starcry@pop.mont.mindspring.com
>Date: Fri, 19 Jul 1996 05:33:10 -0400
>To: petal@earthlink.net
>Subject: Pyramid of the Rose: Watching
>
>Rating: G {Just an Intro Line...nothing more right now}
>
>
> As the Sun begin to ascend to its peak...its rays of light shine down
>onto the golden sands of the desert, clouds linger slowly by, as if in no
>hurry to arrive at any set point in the world...slowly a shimmering area of
>energy rippled across a large massed area of the sands...as a pyramid of
>great size slowly appeared, as out of so shadowy world. Finally as the
>energies washed across it outer texture, strokes of colored lightning and
>rolling thunder stretched across the landscape of the Great desert. This
>ominous pyramid stood silently in place absorbing the vast amounts of the
>Sun's light into itself, as well as additional strokes of colored
>lightning/energy raced across the sky to strike the pyramid's peak...as a
>continual glow pulsed from this peak, as almost an audible crackle could be
>heard...far into the skies, the darken shapes of what a passerby would
>notice as the form and shape of the shadow off several large dragons or
>possible winged creatures, that remained hiddened in the vast clouds that
>slowly rolled overhead. Stranger still is the fact that only moments ago no
>of this was here...on few occassions a traveler across the desert may have
>looked up for a moment, and may then have noticed the shadows of these beast
>within the clouds, and on fewer occassion still, at night over a campfire,
>the sudden coming of a breeze and a darken shadow that befallen over the
>land of campfires, or even the minor towns and/or cities of the desert,
>perhaps maybe they too noticed this beast, but none to this day have made it
>an important fact, to be told to a guard.....
>
> ********************
>
> Floating high within the clouds over the Asyr Desert, the many Dragons of
>the Pyramid rose upward, to glide graceful on the winds......soon in the
>distance they easily noticed the approach of several other dragons within
>their territories of the sky, and since receiving no orders from the Pyramid
>that these other intruders were friends...they begin to watch...learning the
>various features and designs of these other dragons...and mentally reporting
>said information back to the pyramid far off in the desert....waiting and
>watching....soon to end these intruders lives within the heavenily clouds
>above the land.....
>
> ******************
> Sun`zen strecthed out after waking from his earlier morning slumber...he
>glanced around...and noticed that the Pyramid had sensed three things wrong
>within general scope of the Desert....he looked with a lazy eye to the
>center of the pillar within the central core of the Pyramid as a single
>crackle and stroke of energy reached out and touched his mind....he quickly
>noticed two individuals making their way to the Pyramid..he shrug it off,
>thinking surely no one in their right mind would venture towards, or at
>least inside of the place without being invited...dismissed this, and
>quickly looked at the other things, one being a ripple within the scope of
>the land...meaning that a rather large Rift had opened for a rather long
>time...he merely pondered its results, and shruged it off for the time
>being....then the Pyramid linked him to the minds of its others, here he
>quickly noticed several winged creatures approaching the Desert high within
>the clouds...hmm, more dragons, they must be from that Titanus and Simon
>persons...hmmm, no worries....wait just a moment...as he thought to
>himself...noticing a dragon or something resembling one enter the Desert
>heading in what seemed to a be a search pattern...this may be interesting,
>he thought.....
>
> ********************
>Personal Note: {{{{To Bryan/SimonPhnix}}}}
>{Oh, Bryan, hate to be the bearer of bad news, but it is really not a good
>thing to show up at the Pyramid unannounced and all....could be a very bad
>thing, of course i know that me pyramid is only visible, and physical for
>six hours every morning...just to be safe, send a messager or something....i
>wont go into further detail, u will just have to find somethings out for
>urself about this...have a nice day}
>
> *******************
>
>
>
>-Sun`zen(aka. Jul`Kair, aka.Sun`Dragn, aka. Sunaj)
>Champion of BattleFest '96
>....Long Live the BlkDragon*Inn in all its Glory.
>-starcry(aka. Stefhan, the mun)
>
>
>~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.

Date: Fri, 19 Jul 1996 17:05:33 -0400 (EDT)
From: Galliard <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu>
Cc: BlackDragon <BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net>
Subject: Re: HEY!! Wake up!!!

>
> I have never heard such trivial arguing over what "should and shouldn't
> be" in an RPG channel. ::rolls her eyes:: honestly! my Typo Demons create
> less havvoc than I have seen here.
> I think everyone should just do whatever makes them happy. If you
> don't like OOC talk then fine, don't talk OOC! If you do enjoy OOC talk
> with friends ((and I personally do)), then do it. If I get kicked for
> doing it, then so be it. BDI is not the only RPG channel around.
> I would also like to say that I get annoyed with others telling me how
> I should act/not act...how I should respond to letters/not respond to
> letters...how I should live/not live......ok, so no one here has told me
> how to live *yet*. But I wouldn't put it past a few of you. As long as I
> am the dryad that mun intended me to be, I have no use for some of the
> imposed pseudo-authority that gets tossed around.
> I feel strongly that EVERYONE should just take care of their own PC.
> Sure, if someone comes into the channel and cusses.....the ops should kick
> him....or if some idiot interrupts a SL with a really stupid post, talk
> with him/her....otherwise, I think that many of you will find that if you
> spend your time refining yourselves, everything else will fall into
> place....guaranteed.
>
> Blowing roses at you all, ~ ~
> ~*~Astra~*~ O
> Elder Councilmember, MoA /!\
> @ @ @
>
>

At last! Someone who actually has a good idea! As the immortal
sage once said, "You cannot change others, but you can change yourself."
Well, that's all for now, as I'm at home, and supposed to be on vacation...

Wolfie`s aptly-named-sir-not-appearing-in-this-inn mun

Date: Fri, 19 Jul 1996 16:54:14 -0500
From: cullen@net-link.net (Cullen Stevenson)
Subject: Re: HEY!! Wake up!!!

::pokes Astra::

Hey! Respond to all my love letters!

::cackles::

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

Date: Sat, 20 Jul 1996 01:20:14 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
Subject: Dark Forebodings....

*Deep within the lowest planes of Darkness, a single, solitary figure
watches events unfold in Arangoth, seething in Anger at what he sees...*

"Idiots... They cannot hold a single prisoner to save their lives...."

*His Steel-clad fist slams down onto the black obsidian of his throne,
sending razorlike shards flying....*

"WHat does it Take to hold a Simple Queen?!?!"

*THe black steel skull mask, red eyes ablaze tilts upwards towards
Hell, and the black void of the Abyss...*

"Balor! Marilith! Get down Here, NOW!"

*Into the shadows steps a huge, hulking beast wielding a spiked whip and
Serrated sword, his stony wings half-spread... Behind it slithers a
demonic being, with the voluptous Upper torso of a Female with 6 arms, her
hips and legs replaces with a snake's body...*

"You called us, Lord Leareth?"

*Leareth glares at the two with Eyes afire...*

"Are you or are you two Not the Harbingers of War and Chaos?"

*Balor backs away...*

"We are doing Everything in our power, my Lord, but..."

*Leareth rises, scraping his blades together with a blood-curdling scream,
like the scream of the undead...*

"I Want Results, Not Excuses! Xandur, Zantoth and Dellila stand to Fail
thanks to your Bungling. Sun`Zen will Regain his Stature in Arangoth,
thanks to your Failing to Blind everyone. What does it Take to Get this
Done Right?"

*Marilith slithers forward in a moment of Defiance...*

"Perhaps it takes You getting Off your Arse?"

*Marilith suddenly realizes her words, and shrinks back as Leareth
prepares to Backfist her with his deadly blades...*

"If that is what it takes, I hope you have No further plans for Eternity,
for you may no longer have an Eternity to live..."

*Leareth turns away, and goes into his inner sanctum for whatever Evil
Perversions he has in mind for the Innocent of all...*

Leareth, the Dark side of a Mundane.

Date: Sat, 20 Jul 1996 14:56:05 +0800
From: Bun-G Esq <nick@iap.net.au>
Subject: STOP IT PLEASE!

Look , thios is not my brothers account...could you please remove me from
this list as I have no time for it and it actually is hurting my business
having to sort through all of these emails for the real ones.
If you need me to do anything please either email me or find me on irc (Bun-G)
..effnet usually
thanks... sorry for the inconvenience

Bun-G
*|-------------------------------|
*|-------------------------------|
*||Wob & Bun-G ||
*||http://www.iap.net.au/~nick ||
*||nick@iap.net.au ||
*|-------------------------------|
*|-------------------------------|

Date: Sat, 20 Jul 1996 03:25:00 -0500
From: dee@southwind.com (Dee and Rich)
Subject: Flooders :(

To all ops,and bdi regulars...

Beware of the following addresses,or nicks similar to these..these are nicks
used by the people who flooded and took over the inn...

[-XX-] is super2@clv-oh7-01.ix.netcom.com * -¦¦¦>»¥«SHoCK
KaPKaP is RFC1413@ip150.san-ramon.ca.interramp.com * PaPPy
[FReeZe] is ~wtf.godam@152.169.182.230 * FReeZe
QwertyBaL is super2@clv-oh7-01.ix.netcom.com * -¦¦¦>»¥«SHoCK 1.9»¥«<¦¦¦-

These addresses may be altered,as the username can be switched,and the
interramp.com address differs..last time it was cleveland.oh. interramp...
But fortunately for us,they tend to use the same pattern in their nicks...I
have seen KapKap as KapGrl,or Kap,though...possible clones...and [-XX-]
frequently not only uses this as a nick,but as a user name..I have seen him
use the nick.."Fuqer", as well(Excuse my language...)..Freeze often uses
that nick without the []..excuse my language. Shock 1.9 is the script
they're using,if anyone has any info on that,please let one of the ops
know...it might help prevent future takeovers..

Thanks to all!
Dee :)

Date: Sat, 20 Jul 1996 07:06:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: RangerBlue <rangerblue@earthlink.net>
Subject: Dragon Spires Expedition Once more
Cc: xandur@rmci.net, merikus@ix.netcom.com, dragonmlf@usa.pipeline.com,
Maruskk@usa.pipeline.com, Syra3@concentric.net, Lysira@nwlink.com,
Stormcrest@worldnet.att.net, RangerBlue@aol.com, WrynBlue@aol.com,
BuzzVampyr@aol.com, DarbenGray@aol.com, DragonTayI@aol.com,
Goldendust@aol.com, merikus@ix.netcom.com, SirCathay@aol.com,
Swiftsilvr@aol.com, Tyntigal@aol.com, Vahnia@aol.com, Vettexx@aol.com,
Rosesblush@aol.com, PottsceX@aol.com, Onestab@rmci.net,
stefanie@rt66.com

Hearty adventurers of Arangoth,

Once more that all may know: On Saturday 07/20/96 at 10:00 PM EDT at channel
#Castle*Camp, an expedition into the heart of the Dragon Spires Mountain
range will be started to find the critical cache somewhere within of
supplies and equipment needed by the remnants of the Asyri army. Only those
of stout heart and valiant spirit are asked to attend. The mines are
unmapped and inhabited by various beasts; in addition, the Asyri might well
have laid traps to protect any caches they have placed there. However,
location and destruction of this cache is so important strategically that it
may in fact effectively end the war.

Please allow your mundanes to read the note which follows my signature, and
I will hope to see you for a briefing and expedition tonight. Tranmissions
about attending this are welcome, but please use only trusted messangers to
send any replies, as we do nae wish to be surprised by Asyri counter-forces.

With respect,
RangerBlue
Sovereign of Loreil

((OOC Notes: Key players will begin with a briefing at 9:30 PM on the
channel named above. This will be a DMed, roleplaying scene with dice
combat. There will be two DMs, one for scenes/lore and one for combat
calling. No OCC chatter or out-of-control dice throwing will be allowed.
Because of some difficulties caused by a few players in the last RP scene we
hosted, we also wish to state up front that only one warning will be given
to those who are disruptive before they are kicked from the channel. Thanks
for your interest, and we hope this will be an exciting adventure for all
who choose to participate! Recommended servers for this scneario are:
irc.cris.com, irc.mo.net, irc.neosoft.com, irc.stealth.net (if up))

Date: Sat, 20 Jul 1996 11:20:59 -0400 (EDT)
From: Slurpee God <misanthrope@earthlink.net>
Subject: Last Night

would just like to commend Blkdragon for his well executed control over the
ops meeting last night....it was well handled and closely maintained...he
watched over with a calm i didnt know he had in him...hell, he even managed
to make *me* feel like i was a help in the inn...<g> So everyone thank Blk
for his contribution to keeping the inn the place we have all grown to care
about...So lets get going and straighten out these little wrinkles we have
been having, and have some fun dammit...

StEvE

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

Date: Sat, 20 Jul 1996 10:53:58 -0500 (CDT)
From: Kathy Stracener <merlin31@bihs.net>
Subject: Re: Last Night

I agree... I was very impressed with how well the meeting was handled. I was
expecting alot of accusations flying and so forth but it went very well. I
am requesting a log of the meeting since I misses teh rest of it, so if
anyone has one dcc it to me later.
Suzanna

Date: Sat, 20 Jul 1996 10:16:17 -0600
From: onestab@rmci.net (OneStab)
Subject: Re: Last Night

Sorry I could not be there last night.. Congrats BLK... obviously you
successfully diffused a potentially bad situation... Commendable my friend..

I as well would like the log.

~Darren

Date: Sat, 20 Jul 1996 10:07:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Slurpee God <misanthrope@earthlink.net>
Subject: Time for a confidence booster >=)

Well....after giving the idea a little thought...ive decided to take on
the task (yeah, trust me...i have a feeling this will be a "task") of the
first BLKDRAGON*Inn Mailing List RP Superlatives! I think a few of us
(hell, most of us) need something to urge us back into roleplaying, and ive
came up with an idea that just might be a kick...
We all vote on the topics listed below...ONE vote per person, per
selection...i will count all votes in the end and announce the winners =)
It starts off by you (meaning anyone who wishes to) mailing ME, NOT THE
LIST, the names you think should most represent the topics listed
below...after looking over thge selections, i will choose 3 to 5, depending
on the number of different recipients for each selection, and then place the
list of names back on the mailinglist for you all to vote on? Simple, right?

So the topics are:

1) Best Played Thief PC
2) Best Played Priest or Cleric
3) Best Played Mage or Magic-using equal
4) Best Played Vampire or Undead
5) Best Played Were-creature
6) Best Outstanding Warrior (this is an overall selection, so pick those you
think RP fighting well)
7) Most Original PC Concept
8) Best Drawn Out Plotline (this should be the killer one)
9) Best Overall Roleplayer (the big one...not to be selected
lightly...choose someone who perhaps plays a PC totally different from their
individual person, or several PC's, all played well, with totally different
personalities...)

Send ALL of your choices for these selections IN ORDER BY # to :
misanthrope@earthlink.net

i will wait until tomorrow night until i post the final selections for voting =)

Hope you all have fun with this!

Stephen

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

Date: Sat, 20 Jul 1996 13:11:29 -0400
From: Ash <phantom@atomic.net>
Subject: Log for Ops..

I was also very impressed with the whole affair.. i Agree with Steve
wholeheartedly! This meeting seemed to be what alot of us needed! =) And
Blackdragon handled everything very professionally and compassionatly and
with such CALM! :) heheh Congrats to all! :)

If you want a log of the affair, i have been sending them out to all, i was
there from start to finish, for the whole 3 hours and some of it, so email
_ME_ at phantom@atomic.net and request and i shall send it, or find me on
irc and i will dcc. :)

I'm glad it seems this channel is still gonna be here! :)

Have a WONDERFUL day all! :)

~* Ashley *~

"Perhaps this is a situation where excessive honesty can be detrimental." --
Data, Star Trek: The Next Generation

Date: Sat, 20 Jul 1996 11:16:36 -0600 (MDT)
From: Stef <stefanie@rt66.com>
Subject: Re: Last Night

Since I had already given my excuse for my absence (sorry about that)..could
I have a log as well?

Stef

Date: Sat, 20 Jul 1996 10:17:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Slurpee God <misanthrope@earthlink.net>
Subject: EEP! Forgot a topic.... heres #10

10) Evilest Character (to be judged on the actions of the character)

sorry =)

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

Date: Sat, 20 Jul 1996 17:25:13
From: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (Queen of Arangoth)
Subject: Re: Last Night

I agree...He did an excellent job...I'll need a log too since I didn't get
to stay :(

****************************************************************************
*****************************
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: Sat, 20 Jul 1996 12:28:46 -0500 (CDT)
From: Kathy Stracener <merlin31@bihs.net>
Subject: Re: Time for a confidence booster >=)

What about best played abomination seeing as how theer seems to be a
sprouting of those in the Inn now... *sigh*
Suz

Date: Sat, 20 Jul 1996 12:15:44 -0600
From: onestab@rmci.net (OneStab)
Subject: foiling Grafton's battalion (pt3)

Scampering though the underbrush, Arnthiir shadowed Veleria's flight path.
Dashing silently down a wash, he remained invisible to Grafton and his
henchmen. As his falcon friend glided above, the roguish Arn picked his way
carefully through the outer perimeter of the army.

Hearing a voice from just outside the riverbed, Arn crouched near a stand of
dry reeds, and listened.

"Who passes?"

"Scout patrol, unit three, squad eight."

"Password?"

"Avenger."

"Welcome back, unit three. Report to debrief immediately."

Arn strained to hear more of the conversation, but scuffling of movement
drowned out any more words. Still, Arnthiir couldn't help but smile at his
fortune. Grafton's army had no specific uniform, no prominent race. They
were mercenaries. With the password, he could quit sneaking around, and
simply pass himself off as another soldier.

Traveling in the wash a few meters before emerging, Arnthiir glanced up
quickly at Veleria. She was still searching the ranks. As he approached
the checkpoint, sucked in a deep breath. Five massive guards stood at the
boarders of a man-made thorn briar barrier. While Arnthiir was a capable
shot with his bow, melee was not his forte. He would be no trouble for
these five should they catch his lie.

"Who passes?" The largest one addressed.

Hiding his anxiety, Arn explained, "Scout from unit three squad eight.. I
got separated from the others."

"I see," lifting his brow suspiciously at Arn, the guard asked
sarcastically. "I suppose you left the password with the others also?"

"No sir." Arn managed a steady reply. "Avenger."

Studying Arnthiir a moment longer, the mercenary relented. "Very well, pass.
But.." he stopped signaling another of the guards, "Dravvel will ensure you
return to your unit. We can't have you lost again, can we?"

Dravvel, a muscular but plain looking youth, took Arn by the shoulder and
led him into the camp. Arnthiir cursed under his breath, chiding himself
for abandoning his original plan and coming into the open. Now, if he could
not shake this brutish dolt, unit three would be one man extra. Until they
killed him. Racing through what few options remained, Arnthiir decided on
diplomacy.

"Hey there friend, don't believe I know ya. I'm Barthaniel of Torin. Who
might you be, lad?"

Silence.

"Oh now don't be shy, lad. And loosen up that grip," Arn shrugged his
shoulders in a half attempt to get away. "we are on the same team."

The soldier remain quiet, but his grip relaxed. Arnthiir's patience wore
thin with his captor. Not only was this mercenary a despicable killer, but
he was rude. Just ahead, Arn saw his chance. The path they walked passed
between to valley scrub oak bushes. For a moment, for just a moment, they
would be hidden from view. Others wandered aimlessly through the camp, any
noise and a hundred or so brutish barbarians would descend upon his
comparatively frail body.

"Oooch!" Arnthiir complained as they disappeared into the brush. Arn
grabbed his foot with one hand, a fist-sized rock near his heel with the other.

"What now?"

"Twisted ankle, lad. Injury I sustained on patrol flaring up." Suddenly,
Arn's eyes darted from the soldier to Veleria soaring through dusk. As he
stared up, he could see the guard's interest rise.

"What ye lookin' at?" The guard committed his error, turning and looking
skyward. Arn sprang. Slamming the rock into the back of his captor's
skull, the guard went numb and crumpled immediately to the ground.

Arn dropped the stone on the unconscious mercenary's chest. "Let that be a
lesson to you, lad." He whispered. "Never turn your back on an enemy."
Gazing again at the sky, he watched Veleria pass overhead. Signaling her
with his trademark two-fingered wave, the hawk resumed her search.

Catching an evening thermal, rising as she rode the updraft, Veleria's sharp
eyes caught a flash of firelight on bronze. Grafton. Crabbing against the
wind, bleeding off altitude, she closed on the hellish figure. He sat on a
hollow log, gorging himself with mutton. He was disgusting. For a moment,
she considered diving above him. Arn's arrow through Grafton would be
almost as satisfying as watching her brother's killer slip from life. As
she circled lower, contemplating Grafton as a substitute target, her eyes
found Kaelig.

Hard, withered face, scars running his right cheek and neck, maniacal
eyes..... she'd found him. Surging with exhilaration and fury, the hawk
swept back her wings and angled into a steep dive. Her wing tips fluttered
as the wind buffeted them, her claws whistled through speeding air. Braking
just inches from Kaelig, she spread her wings, tore a bit of cloth from the
Captain's shoulder, and zoomed upward into the darkening sky.

Kaelig reeled backward. Yanking his sword from its sheath, he swished it
vainly around him. Stunned at the attack on their leader, Kaelig's men
gaped at sunset. The hawk was gone.

A few hundred feet away, Arnthiir moved quickly towards Veleria's signal.
Her dive alerted the camp, sending them into a moment of panic as their
enemy from the sky remained invisible. Arn slid around a canvass tent.
Peeking from his cover, he saw Grafton. For a moment, he too considered
this new target. But a gleam from under Grafton's tunic quickly changed his
mind. Grafton even ate in his armor. On his best day, Arn couldn't hope
penetrate a joint in plate, or a weak set of links in chain with an arrow.
Especially not at 80 plus yards.

Arn lifted the tent canvass. Searching it with his eyes, and finding it
empty, he crawled inside. Tightening the string of his bow, he knocked an
arrow, and pulled peered again towards the fire where Veleria dove.

"There..." Arn muttered, glaring from the shadows at his victim.

Kaelig returned to his place beside Grafton. Tearing a bite of mutton from
the spit, he sat beside his commander on the hollow log. Occasionally, the
captain sneered at the appearing stars.

Arn drew and steadied his aim. His thumb grazing the corner of his mouth,
the broadhead swept over vital areas of Kaelig's body. "How to kill you,
slime." Arn murmured. "Quick and messy, or a slow and agonizing." Arn
wished the man to suffer long before death sent him to hell; but, he could
not risk an adept healer saving his murderous life. He opted for quick...
and messy. Pulling his bow to full draw, he shot.

Another song of wind in feathers rang though the camp. Arn's arrow whizzed
by a few stunned guards. Kaelig's eyes widened as the missile found its
mark, sinking to its fletchings just below his neck. Without a whisper,
Kaelig's soul drained to the underworld.

Date: Sun, 21 Jul 1996 10:35:42 -0500
From: dee@southwind.com (Dee and Rich)
Subject: Followup to the ops meeting

Yes, i want to agree Blk dd a great job as moderator, but we never decided
anything. We need to have a followup meeting to discuss not just the
problems, but how to solve them. They are there and now we know what they
are. How do we fix them? Thanks to everyone who showed up and shared their
opinions and to Blk especially for his hard work.

Rich and Dee
Pendrake and Mysha

Date: Sun, 21 Jul 1996 11:09:54 -0500
From: dee@southwind.com (Dee and Rich)
Subject: The "war"

First of all i want to apologize for leaving early... Things came up. BUt
during the war i noted a few problems we had.
First of all, I think the leaders should have been established long before
the event. People could not make suggetions because if ppl didn't like them
they were ignored. And the leaders need to have some experience, no to say
the ones we had didn't, but I didn't know them.
Second, the chnl was a world of total chaos..ppl running around doing
things only to have others do the same thing. Ppl would suggest or perform
an action and would be ignored only to have another do the same action 5
mins later. I think the chnl should have been moderated with only the team
leaders have moderation. It was too hard to see what the DM's were saying
between what the chars were saying.
Third, on the same lines, with so many ppl saying things...ppl get
ignored...The only way to stop that is to moderate it....then the team
leaders can say which person does what. Maybe even give the team leader ops
so they can moderate and unmoderate ppl as they do actions for their team.
Fourth, and lastly, the Team leaders need to take charge. If your not
gonna moderate the chnl, then the leaders need to keep they're ppl from
overrunning the chnl with what they are doiing. You just can't do actions.
The team leader should instruct you to do so, suggest it to him/her
privately and then wait to see what he/she says.
That's it, the storyline itself was cool, puzzles without the use of
magic. It just goes to show we all depend on our omnipotece to much.
EVERYONE was trying to prove they were better then everyone else. My char
is more powerful then you, or I can't be killed or I'm carrying everything
with me...i'm a virtual General store.. Come one, it was getting real
lame...I'm not gonna bring up specifics, but it called for a stealth mission
and EVERYONE talked and walked and acted. Not much stealth involved in that
i think.
Thanks for listening to my gripes 8) Hope I didn't offend anyone.

Rich and Dee
Pendrake and Mysha
Psionic and Raenthrea

Date: Sun, 21 Jul 1996 13:57:12 -0500
From: Brad Plumb <palpatine@earthlink.net>
Subject: Zalandros & Llestran part 1

This is for the benefit of those who have become involved with
either of these characters in my time playing them.

The sun bore down on the mage sector of Thay, today a young man would take a
test to earn his red robes. Zalandros watched quietly as his master
approached, laying the robes down on a chair and watching him. Then it
began.....

Darkness. From the Darkness another young man watched his brother at work.
Llestran swung his hair into the void which surrounded him, the color
matching. A week before he had been in his Zal's place, showing the strength
to be a Red Wizard of Thay. He only hoped his brother would show the same,
for he had noticed something different in him, a weakness. Llestran sighed
and watched...

Zalandros moved quickly dodging a fireball here and erecting a shield there,
branches to be moved with tk, each step of the test presented a different
puzzle for Zal to solve with his magic. He stopped for a brief second,
breathing heavily. Then he moved again, quickly until he encountered the
final part of the test, an old man lying on the ground with a knife next to
him....

Llestran held his breath, if his brother failed here it would be disastrous.
He must see the weakness of the old fool, exploit this.

Zalandros paused.....looking up and down at the man and knife questioningly.
A voice echoed in his mind, the voice of his master. "He is weak! If not for
his weakness he would not be in this situation! COmpassion is for the
foolhardy! Kill him! It is your duty!" Zalandros paused again............

Hope you enjoyed that, more to come
BrAd PlUmB
Silvan of Shadowdale
"Yes sir before joining the Royal Space force I admit to being nowhere at
all." - Wings of Honnemaise
"The only thing I fear, is Keyser Soze" - The Usual Suspects
"The greatest weapon of the fascist is the tolerance of the pacifist" -
Suicidal Tendencies
"Ours is the kingdom of steel" - ManOwar

Date: Sun, 21 Jul 1996 14:13:51 -0500
From: Brad Plumb <palpatine@earthlink.net>
Subject: About the story...

just as a little something else, this is a background, this happened many
years ago, and the time will eventually evolve to the present, should have
had this in my letter.
BrAd PlUmB
Silvan of Shadowdale
"Yes sir before joining the Royal Space force I admit to being nowhere at
all." - Wings of Honnemaise
"The only thing I fear, is Keyser Soze" - The Usual Suspects
"The greatest weapon of the fascist is the tolerance of the pacifist" -
Suicidal Tendencies
"Ours is the kingdom of steel" - ManOwar

Date: Sun, 21 Jul 1996 20:28:31
From: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (Queen of Arangoth)
Subject:

::Angel and Narisa Reach the massive pyramid..::

"My lord, where did it come from?" Narisa gasps

Angel shakes her head "I don't know..but it wasn't here last night"

::The both tilt there heads back looking up::

The main outer structure is made up of several different elements of
rock, creating a pattern of multied colors within the scope of its
being...the sides are smooth to the touch, and rise nearly 1200 feet from
the sands of the desert to a point, from the moment it appears till it
disappears at Noon, the pentacle at the top, radiants with a glow of various
colors, and on occassions, in the sky around additional energies flow
together this pentacle and touch it as all most embracing each other in
their own glow.

As far as possible entrances, none are visible to a male eyes, but to a
natural female, and the protectors of the Pyramid, an entrance can be seen
only briefly for a flickering moment at the beginning and end of every hour
its is visible....this entrance is a raised archway, with two statues of
females clad in wondorous armor, weilding swords that are raised over head,
as if they only support the arch.

::Angel and Narisa walk around the pyramid...finding an arched
entrance...they look at the two statues::

"well..seems to be a tribute to women at least" Angel mumbles

::Narisa holding onto the back of Angel's shirt:: "I don't think we should
enter"

"Nonsense" Angel says "we need water, food and godz clothes...at least ye
have your gown..I've been traveling in only Blk's shirt for days now..weeks
mayhaps.."

::With Narisa close behind they enter the pyramid..suprised by the doors
opening by themselves::

Inner Structure:>

Once crossing the threshold into the Pyramid, you automatically lose
sight of the outside, also the arch you came thru, now looks like a wall,
and even to the touch feels like it. On the inner hall, you will quickly be
struck gently be a warm, but wet breeze that seems to filter thru the
hallway(including all other sections of the Pyramid). Also standing in this
spot, you will also notice the large mulitueds of hanging gardens of Rainbow
Roses, including the fact that these rose, even climb the walls, and run
across most of the artichecture of the place. Stairs lead off to many rooms
of the place...for some unknown power than a person could easily feels, has
created, or bent the fabric of space, for the pyramid seems to have to ends
within its structure....you can easily find entire valleys of waterfalls,
creeks, and various plant life being supported inside(including various
foods:natural fruits and such). There are a large number of empty rooms
throughout the place, alot of which still hold various equipment, such as
weapons, and armor...and there are even several large libraries within
inside the place...several of the books are written in languages, that are
considered very dead, and some are somewhat understandable to
others.....some books detail wars, battles, economics, spells, artifacts,
histories, and many, many more various titles and items abound within these
libraries, nearly all are covered in several inches of dust.

::Angel and narisa make thier way to a large waterfall...where they drink as
much water as their stomaches can hold::

"there must be food...this isn't an anciet burial tomb...this place is lived
in" Angel motions to Narisa and they head off in search for food::

::They walk into another room and find all sorts of food ...where they eat
heartily::

::an hour later, with thier bellies full..the began to explore the pyramid::

"Careful" Angel whispered.."I'm sure there are many traps in here...keep thy
eye open at all times"

::With that they opened another door and entered a large room::
****************************************************************************
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AngelSin aka
Alysia Draconoris Muthoris Vostanoth
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Date: Sun, 21 Jul 1996 15:46:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: RangerBlue <rangerblue@earthlink.net>
Subject: Dragon Spires after Action Report
Cc: xandur@rmci.net, merikus@ix.netcom.com, dragonmlf@usa.pipeline.com,
Maruskk@usa.pipeline.com, Syra3@concentric.net, Lysira@nwlink.com,
Stormcrest@worldnet.att.net, RangerBlue@aol.com, WrynBlue@aol.com,
BuzzVampyr@aol.com, DarbenGray@aol.com, DragonTayI@aol.com,
Goldendust@aol.com, merikus@ix.netcom.com, SirCathay@aol.com,
Swiftsilvr@aol.com, Tyntigal@aol.com, Vahnia@aol.com, Vettexx@aol.com,
Rosesblush@aol.com, PottsceX@aol.com, Onestab@rmci.net,
Stefanie@rt66.com

Warden Report to Her Majesty, Queen Angel Sin, and the Citizens of
Arangoth

Subject: End of War

Last night at 22:00 hours, the Wardenship alongside brave Arangoth
citizens entered the unmapped mines of the Dragon Spires. There, they
discovered a small Asyri force guarding a large arms and supply
cache--undoubtedly the cache which the Asyri army intended to use to
sustain the war effort in your kingdom for some weeks to come.

The expeditionary force fought off the Asyri guards and destroyed the
supply cache. Casualties were light, and the forces present to be
commended for both initiative and brilliance under fire. They are
truly a credit to Arangoth and its people. During the fight, the
Prefect Xandur, who was leading the troops in the Arangoth War, was
killed by one of his own mage-assistants, a woman named Rhiannon.

With their supplies and general gone, the army retreated in confusion
to Asyr. There, they were met by the guards of the Emperor and
slaughter for their failure to capture the Arangoth trade route. Asyri
routinely put unsuccessful troops to death, since manpower is their
only abundant natural resource.

However, Warden intelligence reports indicate that few of the Asyri
from the battle force survived. They have fled to the border of Khala,
perhaps to seek shelter with the country's warrior-leader. We will
have to investigate further in order to ascertain this. However, it is
certain that the majority of the troops which invaded your country are
dead.

The war is ended. In launching this small expedition, We personally
had no idea that such an outcome would be possible, but it seems to be
true.

May God save the noble people of Arangoth and their Queen.

Respectfully submitted,

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

�

Date: Sun, 21 Jul 1996 15:47:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: RangerBlue <rangerblue@earthlink.net>
Subject: Re: The "war"

You bring some valid points I will try to address. The overall expedition
had 20 gamers, and 3 more in the bad guy room. I could have simply appointed
leaders as DM, and in the Scriptorium scenario last month did just that, but
felt that was improper in this for the following reason. You, the gamers
decide. I am not god, nor even a distant relative. I have friends yes, and
could have picked such to lead, knowing their ability. Is this fair to the
others? A strong gamer that I personally do not know, be excluded from
potential leading based solely on that? That scenario a bit to common now in
the land, and I refuse to do such. The gamers decided leadership, then
organized into teams. Yes, it was a bit chaotic, but they chose. I got no
less than ten irrate msgs over that, but since the gamers chose, I felt
their choice to be respected. One leader was a Warden I know well, the other
a person I know not at all, who did a fine job.

I am glad you liked the scenario. A great deal of work went into it.
WrynBlue in fact wrote the thing and corrodinated all in an amazing display
of skill and management ability. The gamers then brought it life. We learned
a great deal also. The groups were large and teamwork as you noted, at times
sublimiated to personal gratification. Normal that, but in so large a
grouping has an impact.
I have DMed many scenes over the years, and never had so much difficulty
with 12 msgs open all the time, coordinating three rooms and trying to help
Wryn, equally buried, with the main room. Add a few lags and punts here and
there and the mix a tough one. However, it seemed in the end succcessful.

Thanks for you help and thoughts. Takes them we shall to learn that more to
come better for all concerned.

Blue

Date: Sun, 21 Jul 1996 22:36:54 -0400 (EDT)
From: Slurpee God <misanthrope@earthlink.net>
Subject: Last chance on the superlaxative...errr....superlative thingee

Alright...if anyone actually wants to nominate anyone else for the voting
that will be held over the next two days for the "best of" selections, email
me with your names...last call and all...

sTeVe

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

Date: Sun, 21 Jul 1996 21:56:30 -0600 (MDT)
From: honer@cyberhighway.net
Subject: Re: Last Night

Even though I am not an ops I also would like to request a log of the
meeting. If one of you could do that for me I would apreciate it.

Thanks,
Honer and his curious mun

Date: Mon, 22 Jul 1996 02:15:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Slurpee God <misanthrope@earthlink.net>
Subject: Here are the choices to vote for!!!

TADA!!!
and here are the nominations for the Blkdragon*inn superlatives! remember
to decide who you think did best in each selection....send your choices to
me (misanthrope@earthlink.net) personally so that noone is offended by you
not choosing them =) the choices will be added up and i shall give out the
winners soon....err...and i noticed that i have a few of my nicks in the
selections....i didnt vote, so dont blame me and say i cheated =) send the
choices to me in code so that they will be easier to count...Ex:
1) c , 2) a , etc...

your votes will be appreciated and hope to see you all soon! =P

StEvE

1) Best Thief
a. Cross
b. Quickning
c. Siel
d. Valen
e. Elli

2) Best Priest or Cleric
a. Aystan
b. Kylus
c. Skylar

3) Best Mage or Magic-User
a. Blckthorn
b. Daedil
c. Kaejo
d. MoonDiver
e. Raist
f. TheRaven
g. Stormcrst
h. Honer
i. Loendal

4) Best Vampire or Undead
b. DVampyre
c. Erica
d. Falcyne
e. Hawkens
f. Lovan
g. Reneau
h. Ronny
i. Stalker
j. Crysalin
k. Tighara

5) Best Were-Creature or Similar
a. Brenlyn
b. Deth
c. Fazuul
d. Mokole
e. Tigrah
f. Wolfeyes

6) Best Warrior/Fighter
a. DeathStkr
b. Lysira
c. Loendal
d. Reneau
e. WharGhoul

7) Most Creative PC Design Concept
a. Flashback
b. Kardd
c. Morkeleb
d. Rhiannonn
e. Scarecrow
f. Static

8) Best Plotline or Drawn-out Storyline
a. Asyr/Arangothian War
b. Stalker's Email Storyline
c. The Rue/Silvan Switch
d. Stef and Darren's Story on the list
e. Isea's Plot that got really confusing <g>
f. the "Trivia kills everyone" story

9) Most Evil Pc
a. Llestran
b. Ronny
c. Jihaxus
d. Hellion
e. Rhiannonn
f. Isea
g. Scarecrow
h. Jahruna
i. Reneau
j. Sun`Zen

10) Best Overall Roleplayer
a. AngelSin
b. Stef -- Rhiannonn, Laeral, Tir`Aimee
c. Lysira
d. Dave--Stalker, DVampyre
e. Julie--Calsey, Siel, ElfChild
f. Jimmie--TheRaven, Spectre
g. StevE--Hellion, Reneau, Daedil
h. Sylvia--Crysalin, petal, Menolly

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

Date: Mon, 22 Jul 1996 11:29:41 -0500
From: Brad Plumb <palpatine@earthlink.net>
Subject: Zalandros & Llestran Part 2

Zalandros looked down at the old man, and his hand moved for the dagger.
Thoughts raced through his mind, impure thoughts, weak thoughts. "Why must I
kill him, why this waste of life." Zalandros had always been weak were
others in Thay had been strong, he had not the hatred for life that many of
these had. Now in what supposed to be the moment of his greatest triumph, he
felt it in his gut, his stomach. Zalandros reached out for the
dagger..........

Llestran watched on as Zalandros reached for the dagger. Yes! His brother
was showing strength at last, he sighed and relief and then suddenly his
eyes bulged as Zalandros turned and hurled the dagger away, a red robed body
fell to the ground, with a dagger protruding from its chest. Emotions welled
up within him, rage, despair. His brother had betrayed him....

Zalandros felt the presense of his master, and the dagger caught the
unsuspecting mage in the heart. He fell dead immediately. Zalandros suddenly
realizing what he had done, ran.

BrAd PlUmB
Silvan of Shadowdale
"Yes sir before joining the Royal Space force I admit to being nowhere at
all." - Wings of Honnemaise
"The only thing I fear, is Keyser Soze" - The Usual Suspects
"The greatest weapon of the fascist is the tolerance of the pacifist" -
Suicidal Tendencies
"Ours is the kingdom of steel" - ManOwar

Date: Mon, 22 Jul 1996 13:38:22 -0500
From: Leonard Foley <fitz@netropolis.net>
Subject: Re: Here are the choices to vote for!!!

At 02:15 AM 7/22/96 -0700, you wrote:
>
>
>TADA!!!
>and here are the nominations for the Blkdragon*inn superlatives! remember
>to decide who you think did best in each selection....send your choices to
>me (misanthrope@earthlink.net) personally so that noone is offended by you
>not choosing them =) the choices will be added up and i shall give out the
>winners soon....err...and i noticed that i have a few of my nicks in the
>selections....i didnt vote, so dont blame me and say i cheated =) send the
>choices to me in code so that they will be easier to count...Ex:
>1) c , 2) a , etc...
>
>your votes will be appreciated and hope to see you all soon! =P
>
>StEvE
>
>1) Best Thief
>a. Cross
>b. Quickning
>c. Siel
>d. Valen
>e. Elli
>
>2) Best Priest or Cleric
>a. Aystan
>b. Kylus
>c. Skylar
>
>3) Best Mage or Magic-User
>a. Blckthorn
>b. Daedil
>c. Kaejo
>d. MoonDiver
>e. Raist
>f. TheRaven
>g. Stormcrst
>h. Honer
>i. Loendal
>
>4) Best Vampire or Undead
>b. DVampyre
>c. Erica
>d. Falcyne
>e. Hawkens
>f. Lovan
>g. Reneau
>h. Ronny
>i. Stalker
>j. Crysalin
>k. Tighara
>
>5) Best Were-Creature or Similar
>a. Brenlyn
>b. Deth
>c. Fazuul
>d. Mokole
>e. Tigrah
>f. Wolfeyes
>
>6) Best Warrior/Fighter
>a. DeathStkr
>b. Lysira
>c. Loendal
>d. Reneau
>e. WharGhoul
>
>7) Most Creative PC Design Concept
>a. Flashback
>b. Kardd
>c. Morkeleb
>d. Rhiannonn
>e. Scarecrow
>f. Static
>
>8) Best Plotline or Drawn-out Storyline
>a. Asyr/Arangothian War
>b. Stalker's Email Storyline
>c. The Rue/Silvan Switch
>d. Stef and Darren's Story on the list
>e. Isea's Plot that got really confusing <g>
>f. the "Trivia kills everyone" story
>
>9) Most Evil Pc
>a. Llestran
>b. Ronny
>c. Jihaxus
>d. Hellion
>e. Rhiannonn
>f. Isea
>g. Scarecrow
>h. Jahruna
>i. Reneau
>j. Sun`Zen
>
>10) Best Overall Roleplayer
>a. AngelSin
>b. Stef -- Rhiannonn, Laeral, Tir`Aimee
>c. Lysira
>d. Dave--Stalker, DVampyre
>e. Julie--Calsey, Siel, ElfChild
>f. Jimmie--TheRaven, Spectre
>g. StevE--Hellion, Reneau, Daedil
>h. Sylvia--Crysalin, petal, Menolly
>
>
>o/~ Can you imagine
>for a second
>doing anything
>you ever wanted to?
>Well thats just what i do,
>so hooray for me,
>and fluff you! o/~
>
>Hey there,

What about a best flirt catagory?

Date: Mon, 22 Jul 1996 15:21:06 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
Subject: Re: your mail

*Outside in the Desert...*

*Inferno, his wings blazing, and Dante, his breaths spewing out in
torrents of flame, follow the "Blind Spots" left by magics intended to
block Phoenecian magical sight... Their trail ends abruptly....*

"Dante, Isn't there supposed tp be a Pyramid here?"

*Dante scans around, his frustration evident in the increasing fire of his
breaths...*

"According to Simon's information, Inferno, Sun`Zen's pyramid does appear
here, but only for part of the day.. We'll have to wait until the next
morning in order to enter, And, we'll have to await Sun`Zen's
permission..."

*Meanwhile, in another area of the desert...*

*ArrowWing and Hades continue to follow a fainter set of blind spots...
As they continue, they sense another blind area, similar in signature, but
much more powerfl.. Ahead appears a small camp.... The 2 dragons drop to
ground level, slithering up a dune, peeking over...*

"Hades, that's the seal of Prefect Xandur..."

*ArrowWing nods...*

"And that Wizard, I assume, is Zantoth"

*Scanning around, a woman appears in their vision, her form heavily
layered with Blinding magic...*

"Hades, isn't that the Woman, Dellila? The one who, according to Simon's
information, tried to Assasinate BlkDragon?"

*Hades sneers...*

"It appears so, ArrowWing, and, she is guarded by the same Blinding magic
as that trail we've been following..."

*ArrowWing looks around, taking in sensory information...*

"We'd better note this area, then report back to Simon and BlkDragon, And
to Dante and Inferno..."

"After nightfall, ArrowWing, after those two are asleep.. Until then, a
little Looksee will help immensely...."

*Quietly, the 2 dragons burrow into the hot sands, their orange eyes
barely peeking from the sand....*

SImnFenix

Date: Mon, 22 Jul 1996 12:29:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Slurpee God <misanthrope@earthlink.net>
Subject: Voting List Corrections

I noticed today that i tragically left out a couple of the last minute
nominations... =/ in my sleep deprivated hurry i forgot to flip a page to
look on the back of my notes...so....even though ive gathered only a few
peoples different votes, please resend any that you may have placed due to
the fact that several more names have been added...i appologize for the
mistake...
and hurry up too dammit =) im getting impatient, so send in all the votes
already ok?

StEvE

1) Best Thief
a. Cross
b. Quickning
c. Siel
d. Valen
e. Elli

2) Best Priest or Cleric
a. Aystan
b. Kylus
c. Skylar

3) Best Mage or Magic-User
a. Blckthorn
b. Daedil
c. Kaejo
d. MoonDiver
e. Raist
f. TheRaven
g. Stormcrst
h. Honer
i. Loendal
j. Rue

4) Best Vampire or Undead
b. DVampyre
c. Erica
d. Falcyne
e. Hawkens
f. Lovan
g. Reneau
h. Ronny
i. Stalker
j. Crysalin
k. Tighara

5) Best Were-Creature or Similar
a. Brenlyn
b. Deth
c. Fazuul
d. Mokole
e. Tigrah
f. Wolfeyes
g. Tarma

6) Best Warrior/Fighter
a. DeathStkr
b. Lysira
c. Loendal
d. Reneau
e. WharGhoul

7) Most Creative PC Design Concept
a. Flashback
b. Kardd
c. Morkeleb
d. Rhiannonn
e. Scarecrow
f. Static

8) Best Plotline or Drawn-out Storyline
a. Asyr/Arangothian War
b. Stalker's Email Storyline
c. The Rue/Silvan Switch
d. Stef and Darren's Story on the list
e. Isea's Plot that got really confusing <g>
f. the "Trivia kills everyone" story

9) Most Evil Pc
a. Llestran
b. Ronny
c. Jihaxus
d. Hellion
e. Rhiannonn
f. Isea
g. Scarecrow
h. Jahruna
i. Reneau
j. Sun`Zen

10) Best Overall Roleplayer
a. AngelSin
b. Stef -- Rhiannonn, Laeral, Tir`Aimee
c. Lysira
d. Dave--Stalker, DVampyre
e. Julie--Calsey, Siel, ElfChild
f. Jimmie--TheRaven, Spectre
g. StevE--Hellion, Reneau, Daedil
h. Sylvia--Crysalin, petal, Menolly
i. Kirsy--Rue, Isea, Aylaisha (sp?)

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

Date: Mon, 22 Jul 1996 12:51:15 -0700
From: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: Re: Voting List Corrections

My votes:

1) Best Thief

>b. Quickning

>2) Best Priest or Cleric
>b. Kylus

>3) Best Mage or Magic-User
(don't know to hard to decide)
>
>4) Best Vampire or Undead
>b. DVampyre

>
>5) Best Were-Creature or Similar
TIE
>a. Brenlyn
>b. Deth
>c. Fazuul
>d. Mokole
>e. Tigrah
>f. Wolfeyes
>g. Tarma

>6) Best Warrior/Fighter
>b. Lysira

>7) Most Creative PC Design Concept

>b. Kardd

>8) Best Plotline or Drawn-out Storyline
>a. Asyr/Arangothian War >:)

>9) Most Evil Pc
Steve...oh you said PC?

>10) Best Overall Roleplayer
>a. AngelSin yeah MEEEEEEE MUHUHAHAHHA!! oh wait..crap I've been missing
for 3 weeks so i really havn't been roleplaying...hmmm sigh oh well :(

This was almost to tuff to vote on.. I think all nominees and others not
nominated do a great job and bring all kinds of different wonderful stories
to the Inn.. btw thanks to whoever nominated myself.. I'm flattered :)

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Date: Mon, 22 Jul 1996 15:55:33 -0400 (EDT)
From: Slurpee God <misanthrope@earthlink.net>
Subject: Re: Here are the choices to vote for!!!

well...this is a trial run...im thinking of doing it based on monthly
achievements, so maybe next time ill put that as a selection <g>

Stephen

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

Date: Mon, 22 Jul 1996 12:56:06 -0700
From: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: Re: Here are the choices to vote for!!!

Oops

I forgot you said to send the votes to You Steve and sent it to the
list...sowwy :/

Just cancel my votes anyway..I shouldn't be allowed to vote on account of
um..well I can't make up my mind ...yeah...ok..bye

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Date: Mon, 22 Jul 1996 13:16:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Slurpee God <misanthrope@earthlink.net>
Subject: Re: Voting List Corrections

....pssst.....angel.....you did the *one* thing i hoped *noone* would
do...you sent your votes to the list >=/ but, now that its done and over,
ill use this as an example =) NOONE send anything about this to the
list...all votes and selections, including remarks are to be sent to
me...too many people are our friends to choose favorites in a way that might
hurt someones feelings....
And now that i have angel into it, what do you think of my ideer Queenie?

StEvE

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

Date: Mon, 22 Jul 1996 21:37:25
From: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (Queen of Arangoth)
Subject: Exploration....

::Angel and Narisa find themselves in a large room. Their eyes wide in awe
of the magnificent energy displaying fabulous light shows..They find
themselves at the outer edge of the large room and before them a small door.
Angel pushes it lightly and it gives. Dust floats off the opening as this
door probably hasn't been opened in a long time.

<w>"Where do ye think it leads?" whispers Narisa

::Angel turns around:: <w>"We are about to find out"

::They enter a smaller room. The air still as fresh as in the rest of the
pyramid and the light dancing off the walls:: "It seems to be a bed chamber
of sorts"

::They walk in Narisa stepping on Angel's heels:: "Godz Narsia there's
nothing here to harm ye give me some room!" Angel snaps

::Narisa frowns:: <w>I"m sorry, tis not every day I go trapsing around a
spooky pyramid!"

::Angel chuckles:: "Well, Ye are the one that wanted adventure"

::Narisa wrinkles her nose at her sister's comment:: "I didn't think
adventure meant poking around in someone's grave"

"Nay..this is not a tomb luv'.. this is not yer average pyramid.. Tis
something meant for much more than death and the afterlife"

::They separate in the small room and look around::

"Angel!" Narisa squeels

::Angel instinctivly reaches at her side for her sword once again realizing
it isn't there:: "What is it!?" she rushes over to Narisa who has opened a
gold chest

::Narisa pulls out several finely made silk dresses and veils:: "Clothes!
and they look as if they were just stiched!"

::Angel's eyes widen :: "Aye that they do! Come, I'm sure the owners ::looks
up and around her:: of this pyramid wouldn't mind if we borrowed them for
awhile. Let's go back to that waterfall and bathe...which godz we
desperatly need!"

::Narisa nods and they take the dresses and veils with them and head out of
the bed chamber making thier way to the large waterfall and pool.

::Moments later they are unclothed and bathing in the cyrstal clear water::

"I don't know what it is about this place Narisa..but after all we have been
thru in the last few weeks..I feel none the worse for wear"

Aye! ::Narisa smiles. dunking her head under the water then coming back up::
"I feel like I've slept for weeks!"

::They continue to bath and Angel gets a shiver.. she turns around slowly,
lowering herself into the water looking around. She thinks "We aren't alone"
****************************************************************************
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AngelSin aka
Alysia Draconoris Muthoris Vostanoth
Queen of Arangoth
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Date: Mon, 22 Jul 1996 21:47:26
From: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (Queen of Arangoth)
Subject: The Pyramid of the Rose, A New Start?

((Sun's posting))

>Rating: G
>Storyline: Open(as far as Granis is concerned....currently Angelsin/Narisa
>still closed: Email Angelsin directly if u want to be invovled)
>Story Note:(Granis Storyline: Remember RPng, not GOD PC involvement is
>enjoyable, for all)
>
>:::::As the Sun rose slowly across the Desert, the Pyramid of the Rose,
>began to hum slightly..:::
>
> Deep within the levels of the Pyramid, there sitting in a non-descripe
>chair is Granis, a newborn to the fold of the Tattooed Warriors...a gift and
>training given by what some may call mysterious, but others just call a cold
>calculating evil being, known mostly as Sun`zen, or as some call him Sun.
>
> Sun ponders over the recent actions that have taken place in Arangoth, as
>well as in Asyri...but since neither are his present concerns, he pays them
>little attention...he turns to Granis. "Alright, Granis, you win....I will
>use the Pyramid to transport you back to Atlantis, within safe distance of
>the Sunaj Training Halls...also i will give you a tailsman, this tailsman,
>is a one-shot deal...It will open a Portal back to this very room once
>activated, the Portal will remain open till you cross its threshold,
>Understand?" Granis nods, as a smile crosses his lips. "Good then, I wish
>you luck in finding Myn, fore if they still have her, she is somewhere
>inside the Sunaj home." Granis, accepts the tailsman, and tucks it within
>the folds of the Sunaj Armor that he wears, then firmly places the Deamon
>Helm that goes with the outfit onto his head...as its mystical powers,
>grants him full facial expression and speech...<something Sun did, not
>normal>. "Sun, I will promise you this, I will find Myn, and restore my
>honor to the Ruatha family, This I will do!!!" Sun, merely notices his
>words...as the memory that still haunts him lingers on...the memory that he
>is still responsible for all of this....
>
> Sun turns his memory and attention towards the Pyramid, as he mental
>communicates with it, a Portal, not a Rift, opens allowing Granis to arrive
>at his destination safely...Sun knows that any Rift can be opened and almost
>always detected on Atlantis...but Portals, well thats another matter
>totally. "The Portal is secure, you may proceed, Granis...take care, my
>friend!" Granis bows slightly, then dashes into the Portal...as it closes
>directly behind him.
>
> Sun smiles, and whispers softly...<w> "I wish you well".....and then
>turns back to the his guests as it were that are within the Pyramid...he
>gestures and a wall shifts and ripples, granting him the vision of where his
>guests reside....he grins as many thoughts cross his mind.....then shakes
>them off. "Now i can restore my name within Arangoth...till i no longer need
>the use of Arangoth's respect...hmmm, i wonder...how can I use Simon to
>fullfill my needs more easily...so many Opportunities...so little time to
>decide...."
>
> Sun gestures away the vision, and proceeds to go meet with his
>vistors....telling the Pyramid mentally, to shield the place completely from
>all, till he figures what to do next....a voice speaks..."What of the
>Dragons other than mine...what of them???" Sun stops in his tracks...and
>ponders this...then a smile comes to his lips, "Pyramid, have you gathered
>the full auras of our vistors?" ....a few moments pass...."Yes...i have
>their clones ready...why?" "Transport them, every now and then to different
>areas of the Desert, till i can figure out what to do, with the real
>ones....that should keep SimnPhenix and his Dragons rather busy for a time",
>as Sun laughs slightly at his own words...."As you command, Protector...fore
>it has been done!"
>
> Sun leaves the inner chambers, and proceeds to watch his two lovely
>guests...as he blocks his mind fully thru the use of the Pyramid's
>abilities, and hides the Pyramid fully from all detections/locations, till
>he is ready.....
>
>***************************
>-Sun`zen(aka. Jul`Kair, aka.Sun`Dragn, aka. Sunaj)
>Champion of BattleFest '96
>....Long Live the BlkDragon*Inn in all its Glory.
>-starcry(aka. Stefhan, the mun)
>
>
>
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Date: Mon, 22 Jul 1996 15:54:04 -0700
From: qsilver2@ix.netcom.com (...)
Subject: Letter of Warning

My Fellow Arangothians,

I realize that I have away for a great duration of time, and that
my presence in the court as well as the inn have been noticeable.
However, in this letter, I am prepared to explain the events that have
transpired over the past few months and in these events unfolds a tale
that could bring Arangoth to its knees.

As most of you who know me to some extent, I am not of Arangoth.
I am from a distant world known in my native tongue as "Dar Shadamon"
which loosely translated means, "The Hiding." My people are a very
powerful race that could be feared though we have kept to ourselves
over the centuries not wishing to be in contact with other races.
However, my initial presence unto this world was caused by invaders
whom I still know not much about.
They came through this sort of vortex that looked like some sort
of....rip through the fabric of space and time. They were a great
power, one that rivaled my own people's. We fought bravely killing
much of their invasion fleets, but they had numerous reinforcements.
They would keep coming. They ravaged our lands destroyed our people,
and killed my family. With me born of noble blood and my family
destroyed, I took command of much of my people's forces. One day, I
was doing battle with what seemed like one of the invading forces
leaders though I could not say for certain. I had him to the ground
and prepared to take my sword and deliver the final blow when the enemy
mouthed some outlandish incantation that I could not understand and
then I saw another of those rips, I then felt a pulling sensation and
felt myself being pulled towards the rift, all of my powers could not
prevent me from being pulled in. The next thing I knew, I lay beside
the Darian River a couple of miles from the Black Dragon Inn.
That occured a little more than seven months ago. Since then, I
have made many friends, adopted a wonderful little girl and even earned
a place in the Arangoth Royal Court as a Baron. My stay in this world
certainly was not a bad one, but the nagging feeling of what I left
behind had haunted me the whole journey and never left. It was a few
months ago, that I decided to do something about it and this is what
explains my actions and absence for the past months.

My greatest power would be in my magic skills. I have a power
that records visions if they are felt strongly enough and my landing in
Arangoth deemed worthy of that power to come into effect. For weeks I
spent alone in my castle trying to make sense of the vision, recalling
all my knowledge but always coming up with nothing, until one day. I
remember reading a book discussing quantum theories and it stated that
there are an infinite number of worlds. All different and parallel to
one another. It also recounted an experience of one powerful magician
who supposedly made this theory work. The book explained exactly what
the magician had done and I decided to try it. It took all my powers
to accomplish what I did but once I was finished, I had created a rip
of my own. Curious to see what lay beyond, I stepped through.
When I came out on the other side, I was back on my homeworld,
only it wasn't. The lands were aflame, the air smelt a foul stench of
dead flesh and there were invaders all around me. Exhausted and in awe
I passed out.
When I came to, I was in dank cell with one man, and invader. By now,
they had picked up on our language and he interrogated me for hours
asking me what I knew and how I got here. I was still weak and was too
tired to try to think around him so I told him all I knew. Then I
heard this strange humming in my head, and then my mind flashed all
these visions. Some were of this world. From what I could comprehend
it seemed as though the man was scanning my mind. After that was done
with. I heard him laugh a sinister laugh and say "So, this is where
you've been 'ey? Interesting...." then I heard the incantation of the
vortex and it opened up. As I passed through I heard his voice
trailing off saying, "Warn them, we do not fear. They will be next."
Then I was back here.

I came back last night and immediately fell asleep. This morning
I came to the inn for a bit but now I finally can warn you. I fear
these invaders might be heading for Arangoth, and if this is true, we
are in grave danger for their powers are great and if we do not act
efficiently, Arangoth will suffer the same fate as my homeworld. The
time to act is now. As I have now returned and rested, I extend my
full services to you and this land and will do whatever I can to help.

Respectfully,

Baron QuickSilver the 2nd
Royal Baron of Arangoth
Protector of the Darian Realm

Date: Mon, 22 Jul 1996 17:34:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Syl <petal@earthlink.net>
Subject: testing

this short note is to see if I am getting through to the mailing list...please email me at petal@earthlink.net with a response...thank you

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

Date: Tue, 23 Jul 1996 12:22:22 +0800
From: Bun-G Esq <nick@iap.net.au>

Hey Look!! I want yopu to take my name off this list...please. I have
already mailed about it once. I understand that its just a list, but that
doesn't mean that all the other ppl couldn't mail me and tell me what i have
to do. or get in contact with the owner and tell him , I hope you can at
lwast try
Thanks
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Date: Tue, 23 Jul 1996 06:35:03 -0700
From: Quickning <leiajedi@ix.netcom.com>
Subject: Re: Bards

While I myself aint looking to become a bard. I think you should talk to
Cross, she a fair singer she.... and... it would to be a good... er..
Opportunity for her. ((If anyone has seen Quick and Cross together
in the inn you know what i mean)) Plus she allready. 'Sides she's the of
the DRL's. So if you get a chance talk to Cross.

--
From the Stolen Pen and Twisted Mind of,
Storm Quicking,
Guild Vice Commander of
@}--}--The DarkRose Legion--{--{@

Date: Tue, 23 Jul 1996 09:55:32 -0700
From: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: Pyramid

((Suns Post))

>Rating: G
>Storyline: Closed> contact Angelsin if you desire to be allowed in
>
> As Sun watched, from deep in the bowels of the Pyramid, Angelsin and
>Narisa bathe, a small smile came to his lip and as well as to his
>mind....then the Pyramid alerted him to the presence of two of Simon's
>little bugs which had just arrived out on the sands...Sun checks the time,
>noting the Pyramid isnt to reappear for several more hours...he speaks to
>the Pyramid, "Release those clones out into the desert, and make sure that
>they are hard to locate...we cant make it easy for them...not till i figure
>this out!", the Pyramid, speaks calmly to him, "Fore it will be done....and
>what of the two females??" "Give them what they need to live, but to ensure
>the sanctity of this place, arm the traps within as well as outside too,"
>"As you command..but they havent been fully correct...they may not work,
>Protector." Sun face took on a simple grin...."At least it will provide
>some excitement."
>
> ::::Throughout the Pyramid, Narisa and Angel could easily hear rumblings::::
>
>********
>
> Sun watched as the clones of Angel and Narisa were transported out into
>the bowels of the desert, far from his Pyramid....he slowly watched them
>disappear into a Sand Storm that came across the lands...the clones taking
>shelter in some rocks from the blinding sands....
>
> Sun also watched as the Dragons of Simn's moved from different areas,
>somehow sensing the clones....
>
> Sun then spoke mentally with the two outside his Pyramid:::
>
> ~* Greetings...welcome to the Desert....I know why you came, and I have
>called off the Dragons of the Pyramid, they will allow you to search the
>Desert, but the Pyramid will not allow you within its domain....as far as
>the two individuals you spotted nearing the Pyramid, they are just some
>simple Desert dwellers that I do business with from time to time....Enjoy
>the Desert, I am sure you will locate those that you seek, Good Luck *~
>:::and with that Sun ends the mental message, and checks over the Pyramid
>once more to ensure that none can penetrate the shieldings....
>
>**************
>
> Later that day...a messanger arrives at Castle~Black with a small box, he
>pestitions the guards on the wall to allow him entry. Gaurd, "Hold your
>spot stranger...what is the business you have here?" "I am a simple minion
>of my lord, he wishes that I bring your King Blkdragon...and as well as
>another known as Spectre- a message of great importance." The guard
>shuffles his feet, and speaks with the captain of the sentry...then finally,
>the gates are opened to the stranger....he enters..as his feet seemingly
>never touch the ground..as if he floats over it slowly, a hood and robe
>hiding all his features from any onlookers. He moves slowly with the guards
>to a waiting room. "You will have to wait here, Messanger, while the King is
>made aware of your presence to see him...and we will try to locate this
>Spectre- person as well." The stranger merely nods to the guard, as he sits
>down slowly onto a small bench in the corner of the waiting room....then as
>the last of the guards leaves....it turns to the shadows...and speaks
>slowly..."Inform Master Sun`zen, i have arrived...and his plan is proceeding
>as planned".....the shadows ripple slightly, and then return to their normal
>composure.
>
>***************
>
> Sun continues to watch as Angel and Narisa finishes their bathing and
>dressing...and they move slowly to one of the inner rooms...he senses their
>need for sleep...as he gestures, filtering pollen from the Roses into those
>areas where the two are...slowly Angel and Narisa begin to feel
>sleepy...real sleepy....
>
>***************
>

>-Sun`zen(aka. Jul`Kair, aka.Sun`Dragn, aka. Sunaj)
>Champion of BattleFest '96
>....Long Live the BlkDragon*Inn in all its Glory.
>-starcry(aka. Stefhan, the mun)
>
>
>
>
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Date: Tue, 23 Jul 1996 21:15:34
From: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (Queen of Arangoth)
Subject: The Search continues...

((Simon's Post))

*ArrowWing and Hades continue to scan the Asyri war camp, their thoughts
the same as Simon's, a bloodthirsty desire to rip Zantoth and Dellila to
shreds, yet holding back since Reinforcements are either unavailable, or
uncooperative....*

"This is nuts, Hades.... The perfect opportunity to tear that little witch
apart, yet if we do, we'll have Umpteen million Asyri on our arses..."

"ArrowWing, Didn't that Sun`Zen person say the 2 who entered the castle
were desert dwellers?"

*ArrowWing grumbles deeply..*

"After all he has pulled and continues to pull, you want to believe him,
Hades? I myself am starting to doubt the story he gave Titanus... The
trail leads from here to the Pyramid, and Dellila clearly appears at a
loss..."

"Not to mention, ArrowWing, the trail matches her magic Signature.."

*back at the Pyramid...*

*Inferno relays Sun`Zen's message to Simon...*

"Your instructions, Lord Simon?"

"Hold your position, Inferno....."

*Simon sits up abruptly in the throne, as AngelSon again appears in his
senses, this time, not a clone...*

"Dante, meet me at the Following location..."

*Dante and Simon hover just outside the fringes of the Sandstorm....*

"Are you sure, Simon?"

"After the information Blk gave me, it is probable... Highly probable..."

*Simon ponders why AngelSin and Blk never told him abiout the second
Ressurection earlier?*

"We'll go in after the storm abates... It's too dangerous oherwise, for
them..."

"In the meantime, There's a little hell to pay..... Hades, ArrowWing!"

*Near the asyri camp, hades and ArrowWing detect Sinon's call...*

"yes, Simon?"

*Simon grimaces as he sends his simple instruction to the 2 dragons...*

"After nightfall, Give the Asyri a message from me, then join Inferno at
the Pyramid..."

*Hades and ArrowWing chuckle at the new ordders, eagerly awaiting
nightfall...*

SimnFenix

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Her Royal Majesty
AngelSin aka
Alysia Draconoris Muthoris Vostanoth
Queen of Arangoth
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Date: Tue, 23 Jul 1996 14:50:56 -0700
From: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: Sleep...and the dreams that follow.....

((Closed story please email me directly at AngelSin@blkdragon.com if you
would like to add to it))

PG-13

::Angel and Narisa finish bathing and dress in the silk dresses and veils::

"Hmm.. how do I look?" Angel chuckles

::Narisa buttons her top:: "Well, tis nay our kind of dress but I do think
it's quite becoming sister"

::Angel Yawns:: "I'm exhausted...let's go back to that bed chamber and get
some sleep...something we have missed much of since this nightmare has started"

::Narisa nods and they make thier way to the bed chamber. Oddly, the chamber
no longer is covered in dust:: "hmm..strange" Angel looks around

"What is it Alysia?" Narisa peaks around her

::Angel suddenly hardly able to keep her eyes open shakes her head and
crawls onto the large bed:: "Nothing..let's get some sleep"

::Narisa's eyes grow heavy and she nods climbing onto the bed::

::They are both asleep before thier heads hit the pillow::

***ENTER...THE DREAM SCENE****

((ANGEL))

::Angel opens her eyes and stares up at the endless cieling, the light
almost hurting her eyes. she turns to see Narisa isn't next to her.
~Narisa?~ she calls. Her voice echo's back to her and gives her an erie
feeling. She rises quickly from the bed and walks out of the room. As she
steps out of the room she is suddenly in a dark temple..not the room she
remembered adjoining the bed chamber. The light from the two only candle
create strange shadow's on the wall. Kneeling before a strange idol is
Narisa. ~what are ye doing here Narisa?~ she asks.

::Narisa turns slowly.. Angel's eyes widen as she sees it isn't Narisa but
Dellila laughing at her..she looks up at the idol and Narisa lays upon
it...her hand limp and hanging off the side..blood trickles down her hand
and drips off her fingers. ~NARISA!!!!!!!!!~ Angel runs towards the altar
and a trap below her opens...She falls what seems forever then lands into a
pile of something. She moans and looks around but it's to dark to see
anything. She hears something and spins around ***M'luv..tis good to have
you home*** ~"BLK?!" She tries to rise from the pile and reaches the place
where her husband's voice is coming from. She stops at some bars and peeks
thru the slots...on the other side she sees Blk in their chambers at Castle
Black..and he's with HER? she watches the scene between her husband and
herself. **I missed ye luv'** Blk says **And I you ** says the Angel she is
watching. Suddenly the Angel with Blk turns into Dellila and turns to look
at Angel behind the bars. Angel screams ~NO BLK!! LOOK OUT!! THAT'S NOT
ME!!!!!!~ Dellila having Blk in her arms reaches behind her and pulls a
knife out aiming for Blk's back. ~NOOOOOOOOOOO BLK!! NO!!! WATCH OUT~~
Angel pulls on the bars as hard as she can with no evail..she reaches below
her grabbing a hard long object hoping to throw at Dellila. Suddenly the
room which she is in has light..she looks in her hand to see a human arm
bone. She screams and drops it looking around where she stands knee deep in
human skeletons.

::She awakes with a start. Sweat dripping down her forhead she looks around
the room...seeing Narisa sleeping next to her. She lets out a heavy sigh
"Godz I've GOT to get home"

((Narisa))

::She sits in a large field of wildflowers. The sun up high, the birds
singing..a butterfly lands on her arm. She smiles down at the butterfly and
lifts her arm to let it take flight. It takes off and she watches it's
direction, suddenly focusing on someone approaching her. She cups her hand
and puts it over her forhead blocking the sun and trying to see who it is,
but there is no one there: "hello princess"

::She spins around to the voice. Her eyes widen as she sees Spectre sitting
next to her. She bows her head away from him: "Do ye come to haunt me again?"

::Spectre whispers into her ear:: "I come to warn ye luv'.. your not safe in
this little pyramid...your not safe until she is dead"

::Narisa looks up:: "Until who is de..." She looks around but he's gone..
Tears start to sting her eyes: "Spectre?!?! Until WHO is dead?!"

"until *I* am dead!!" Dellila's voice comes from behind followed by a cackle.

::Narisa spins around and gasps..she gets up and runs as fast as she can,
Dellila right behind her no matter how fast she runs.

~Narisa?! Narisa?!~ ::narisa see's Angel standing in the meadow and runs
towards her::

~Narisa wake up!!~

::Narisa opens her eyes seeing Angel sitting up next to her and shaking her
slightly:: "Ye were havin a nightmare luv. Seem's contagious"

;:Narisa sits up:: "How long have I been asleep?"

::Angel sighs :: "I don't know..I just woke up myself..and this place never
seems to get dark so I have no idea" She stretches and steps off the bed.
Suddenly she feels again as if they are being watched and turns toward the
door: "Hello?" she walks towards the slightly opened door "Who's there?"

****************************************************************************
********
Her Royal Majesty
AngelSin
Queen of Arangoth
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Date: Tue, 23 Jul 1996 16:53:28 -0500
From: Leonard Foley <fitz@netropolis.net>
Subject: Bards

Here ye, Here ye,

To all who know me, i'm Fitz, one of the royal bards of Arangoth. I've
currently become married and am in need of an apperentice. If ye feel like
ye would like the job, please post a letter here or talk to me, Crimson,
Tamsin, or Pendrake.
I would ask that ye have atleast a little experence in music or poetry. I
thank ye all in advance to all who will inquire to the job.

Fitz duMar, Royal Bard of Arangoth
Royal Flirt and othe fun stuff

"Ye missed a spot on the toilet dear"

Date: Tue, 23 Jul 1996 19:15:13 -0400 (EDT)
From: Slurpee God <misanthrope@earthlink.net>
Subject: LAST CALL!

anyone who hasnt sent in their votes need to do so...at midnight tonight,
the polls are closed and i tally up the votes to post the winners and
runners up... so hurry cause im getting impatient and tired of tallying
votes <g>

StevE

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

Date: Tue, 23 Jul 1996 20:19:02 -0500
From: dee@southwind.com (Dee and Rich)
Subject: Bards

>To: Multiple recipients of list blackdragon <blackdragon@bnbcomp.net>
>Sender: owner-blackdragon@bnbcomp.net
>Reply-To: BlackDragon <blackdragon@bnbcomp.net>
>Date: Tue, 23 Jul 1996 16:53:28 -0500
>X-Sender: fitz@netropolis.net
>From: Leonard Foley <fitz@netropolis.net>
>Subject: Bards
>
>
>
>Here ye, Here ye,
>
>To all who know me, i'm Fitz, one of the royal bards of Arangoth. I've
>currently become married and am in need of an apperentice. If ye feel like
>ye would like the job, please post a letter here or talk to me, Crimson,
>Tamsin, or Pendrake.
>I would ask that ye have atleast a little experence in music or poetry. I
>thank ye all in advance to all who will inquire to the job.
>
>Fitz duMar, Royal Bard of Arangoth
>Royal Flirt and othe fun stuff
>
>"Ye missed a spot on the toilet dear"
>
>

Date: Tue, 23 Jul 1996 18:37:45 -0700
From: Adam <doochina@datatek.com>
Subject: Blk's e-mail

Could someone send me Blk's e-mail address privatly, so-to-speak, as-in
not posted on the list?
Thanks
-Adam
--
One day more!
Another day, another destiny.
This never-ending road to calvary
These men who seem to know my crime
Will surely come a second time.
One day more!

Date: Tue, 23 Jul 1996 23:30:49 -0400
From: Ash <phantom@atomic.net>
Subject: Re: Voting List Corrections

>1) Best Thief

>c. Siel

>
>2) Best Priest or Cleric

>b. Kylus

>
>3) Best Mage or Magic-User

>e. Raist

>4) Best Vampire or Undead

>i. Stalker

>
>5) Best Were-Creature or Similar

>b. Deth

>6) Best Warrior/Fighter

>d. Reneau

>7) Most Creative PC Design Concept

>e. Scarecrow

>
>8) Best Plotline or Drawn-out Storyline

>d. Stef and Darren's Story on the list

>9) Most Evil Pc

>d. Hellion

>
>10) Best Overall Roleplayer

>c. Lysira

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

"Perhaps this is a situation where excessive honesty can be detrimental." --
Data, Star Trek: The Next Generation

Date: Tue, 23 Jul 1996 23:34:51 -0400
From: Ash <phantom@atomic.net>
Subject: >=(

Awww fuq i just sent in my votes to the mailing list.. :( ! Damn .. wasn't
thinking.. :/ did just like angel.. :( oh well guess you all know who i
voted for :/ guess you can disqualify me too steve :( sorry folks..

~* Ashley *~

"Perhaps this is a situation where excessive honesty can be detrimental." --
Data, Star Trek: The Next Generation

Date: Tue, 23 Jul 1996 21:36:55 -0600 (MDT)
From: Stef <stefanie@rt66.com>
Subject: Escape
Cc: maruskk@pipeline.com

(another part from the hand of Quickning..)

Quickning hurried off, still carrying the unconscious body of the guard to
a small clearing of the forest. She slowed down as she entered the clearing.
Seeing no one in the clearing she smirked to herself. She contiuned for a
few more steps then stopped laying the guard on theground. Quickning bent
to catch the gaurd's head, to protect him from further injury, and rested it
on the ground. As she started to raise she felt a fist grab her hair, and a
sharp point against her neck.
"Reveal thy name," a hoarse voice hissed into her ear. Quickning rolled
her eyes, and sighed.
"Cute Ced, coming from down wind like that," Quickning said smoothly,
"You need to do something about that dragon breath though." With that she
was released. Quickning straightend, and turned round to look her assailant.
She gave a smug half smile her to the Commander of the Dark Rose Legion,
Cedric Knight. He smiled knowingly and gave a signal. Two other figures
stood on the edge of the clearing. Quickning nodded in greeting to her
fellow legionares. Cross, the nimble and lightfingered elf steeped on to the
clearing. Cross was probably the best thief in all of Arangoth. After Quick
of course, far after. She smiled to Quick and glanced behind her. Following
her was Rand al`Thor the magic user and warrior. His face was serious. He
wasn't in the mood for horseplay. He gave Quick a curt nod.
"All is ready, correct Quickning?" Ced asked as the two walked toward
them. Quicknodded. "Defenses?"
"Eight Guards patrol the grounds." Quickning reported, "There are
also several more inside and one is always near Rhiannonn."
Ced looked thoughtfull for a momment, "And Magical defences?"
"Uh... magical.... I-I don't know," Qucik stammered.
Ced frowned at Quick for a moment then his expresion softened. "A
mistake you won't make again, will you, Vice Commander?"
"Yes sir... uh no sir." Quick looked slightly embarassed. Cross giggled
softly from behind her hand as Quick shot her a fearsome grimace. Then Cross
suddenly noticed a small bird flying off or a particulaly intresting cloud
or something. Rand cleared his throat.
"Who's this?" he asked indicating the still guard.
"He's how you and I will get into the keep, Rand," Quick replied, glad
for change of subject, "I call him Al".
"His name is Thair," Cedric said curtly.
"Anyhow," Quick continued, "He's about your build. The uniform should
fit and with a little disguise magic from Cedric, you and I will walk right
throught the front gate."
Quick handed Rand a length of very frayed rope. "Take his clothes
and tie him up with this. A little struggling and he will get free." Rand
nodded and dragged the guard into the forest. Cedric smirked at Quick
softheartedness.
"I will teleport Cross and myself to your firedrake Mave's location.
When I get the signal I will teleport Rand to our location. You should be
able to get out on you own."
"This is gunna be great." Cross said enthusiasticaly
"No foolishness." Cedric said, "That goes for both you and Quick."
Quick and Cross traded glances, then both rolled thier eyes. "I mean it! I
won't do it either."
"Of course Sir, no foolishness" Cross said almost seriously. Quick
grinned bearly keeping from laughing. Just Then Rand returned dressed in the
uniform of the Verdant Keep guardsman.
"It a pretty good fit," Rand stated, "But the boots are a little
tight." Ced's eyes unfocused a bit as he mumbled a few words. An aura
surrounded Rand and Quick, then faded. Cross's eyes grew wide as she looked
not upon the faces of Rand and Quick, but the face of the gaurd Thair and an
elven woman. Cedric just smiled satified. They made readied themselves, and
left for the
keep.
* * *

Soon the false Thair came to the gate of the keep. He was struggling to
keep hold of a wild-looking elf woman. She broke loose for an instant but he
tackled her to the ground.
"Why didn't you tell me you were gunna do that?" He whispered to the
elf.
"Call to the guard for some help." she hissed back. Rand nodded quickly.
"Ho There! I have a spy!" Rand called as the elf kicked and spat. "I
could use a hand!"
Soon two guards came out of the gate, one holding shackles.
"Hail Thair!" one called back, "Can't keep the little thing under
control eh!" Quickning slackend her struggling just enough to allow the
guards to bind her, then stopped completly whenone of the guard threatened
to knock her out with his sword hilt. She needed to have her wits about her
for this job. They marched here into the keep and into a small room for
questioning.
All the while Cedric and Cross had been watching. When they saw that
Rand and Quick had entered, they made their move. Cedric mentally contacted
Mave who was already with Rhiannonn and teleported to the inside of the wall
and made their way from the garden to the tower room in which Rhiannonn was
being held. Cross used a few well-aimed poison tipped darts to take out
a few guards and Cedric used his fists to take out a few more. They both
managed to get to the short hallway which Rhiannonn's room was on without
raising alarm. They stopped for a bit...waiting.
Meanwhile Quick was being held in a small room while Rand fed the
fabricated story.
"When you left to check out the first noise, I heard another. I went to
find out what it was and I found that she-devil. She spotted me and ran.
Took me along time to catch her and still longer to drag her back here.
She's a feisty one, that I can tell you." Quickning was very impressed with
al`Thor's lying ablity. None of the guards were paying her any attention.
She worked her wrists free of the shackles then nodded slightly to catch
Rand's attention. Rand gave her a quick glance.
She stood up suddenly, bowling over many of the lax gaurd and bolted
for the door. Rand was on her tail quick as a flash shouting "Stop her!"
Quickning gave Mave a mental signal, which he in turn relayed to Cedric. As
the pair rounded the corner, the magical disguises dropped as Ced teleported
Rand to his location. Then Cedric cast a new spell of an illusion of the
elven woman running through the gate into the forest. Ced kept up the
illusion just
long enough to indicate she was obviously heading west.
Quickning grinned as she heard the guard shouting "Get her! She is
heading for the forest" and "She's going to get away!" She looked out of a
nearby window to see most of the guard pouring out of the keep spreading out
to search the woods. Any guards left would easily be taken care of in the
confusion. In the meantime, she found her way to the treasury, finding a
larger chest and a two smaller ones. The large chest was filled with
gold...the guards' wages no doubt. She opened one of the smaller chests and
her eyes widened with awe. Platinum! Quickening stuffed the chests into the
everpresent bag that was at her side. She started for the door, but a
twinkle caught her eye..a small pendant. She stuffed the pendant into her
pocket and left.
As she glanced around the corner, she saw a small force of 15 gaurd
racing up a stairwell. She cursed silently. They were on their way to secure
Rhiannonn no doubt. Quick sent a telepatic message to Mave. She grimaced as
she blinked to his location.
Cross and Cedric were sitting crouched in ajacent hallway, when Rand
appeared in midstride. He nearly bowled over the twosome as he blundered
into the hallway, stomping loudly as he tried to come to a stop. The solider
who sat as Rhiannonn's guard before her door immediatly stood up and his
hand dropped to his sword, charging Rand. Seeing the solider coming, Rand
stopped tryng to slow himself down, recongnizing his momentum was now to his
advantage. Charging as he held out his arm to the side, Rand connected with
the guard's neck with awesome force, enough to spin the guard in mid-air
landing him on his face, out cold. Rand stopped just short of crashing into
the opposite wall.
"Well done, Rand!" Cross said, clapping her hands.
"Aye, couldn't have done it better if I planned it," Cedric said.
Rand blinked. "You didn't plan that?" Ced just shook his head and
smiled at Rand. Then he walked over to Rhiannonn's door. As he ran his hands
over the door, the smell of burning word filled the air. Ced stepped back
admiring his work. A perfect black rose had been burned on into the door.
Just then Quickning appeard.
"Ced! Guards on their way up!" Quickning gasped. Ced nodded to Quick
and knocked on the door.
"Lady Rhiannonn, your rescuers are here." Ced said smoothly. The door
slowly creaked open as Mave flew out, landing on Quick's Shoulder.

Date: Tue, 23 Jul 1996 22:10:31 -0600 (MDT)
From: Stef <stefanie@rt66.com>
Subject: Escape 2
Cc: Maruskk@pipeline.com

Rhiannonn breathed in deeply closing her eyes...her first breath of
freedom.

When she had heard earlier commotion down below in the courtyard and
grounds beyond, Rhiannonn was barely aware of what was happening..and didn't
care. Her mind was still numb from OneStab's words...he was leaving this
place, this land..

~I know not when I shall return Rhiannonn...he stated with
indifference, his sapphire blue eyes apparently lost in their own vision.
~You mean I am to be locked her indefinitely?!..she had gasped,
feeling the careful shapings of her plan slip through her fingers like water..

Rhiannonn closed her eyes tightly, shutting out the deep betrayal
she felt yet once again at the hands of a Warden.
"Damn him...and this child which burdens my freedom", she hissed to
the empty room.

Then her wishes were miraculously answered as she slipped out of the
inner sanctum of her own dark thoughts as new commotion burst through to her
ears, echoing in the hall outside of her door. Suddenly, as if in a dream,
the firedrake which had revealed itself to her earlier slowly materialized
and flew towards the doorway...and as if upon signal, the door slowly
creaked open with the drake floating out on leathery wings. A tall man
suddenly appeared through the door and stretched out his hand to her, his
eyes sincere as he breathed heavily from the exertions of his scuffle with
the guard.

"Milady..", he commanded in a rumbling voice, "if you wish your
freedom..you must come with me NOW!"
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Through narrow escape and the cunning skill of her rescuers against
remaining attempts from guards who futilely tried to thwart them in the mass
confusion, Rhiannonn now found herself outdoors, running as fast as she
physically could with the sagging weight of the babe inside her. Ahead of
her, the members of the Dark Rose Legion swiftly ran, scurrying to make it
to the safety of the dark dense forests outside the keep. The who called
herself Quickning darted nimbly before her until they reached a high stone
wall which encircled the keep. Both Quickning and Rhiannonn began to
scramble up the loose stone of the wall, followed by the shouts of yet more
guards behind them. By then, Quickning was on top of the wall, her eyes
snapping up and narrowing as she heard the voices nearing.

"This way...I see them!" One male voice called out.

At that moment, Rhiannonn glanced over her shoulder as she struggled to
scale the wall, heavily burdened by pregnancy.
"Quickly now Rhiannonn..take my hand!" Quick thrust her hand down
for Rhiannonn to take hold of. As Rhiannonn reached up to take hold of the
offered hand, the rock beneath her that precariously balanced her foot
crumbled, sending her sliding down the wall a meter or two. Rhiannonn cried
out in pain as her hands grasped onto the wall once more, the rough stone
crassly grazing her..tearing at her clothing and scraping her skin. Quick's
eyes suddenly widened, mouthing an unknown word, and she quickly dropped to
the other side of the wall, disappearing.
"NO! Bloody he-" Rhiannonn cursed through clenched teeth then a
rough hand suddenly grasped her ankle. Rhiannonn swung her head around over
her shoulder and panicked...a guard had seized her with one hand, yanking
down on her foot as he swiftly unsheathed his sword with the other.
Screaming with the desparate fury of a cornered animal, Rhiannonn kicked at
the guard's exposed jaw with her other foot as she fell to the ground.
Feeling her foot soundly connect with flesh and hearing the cracking of
bone, Rhiannonn paid little attention to the man's stance as he staggered
backwards, his sword haphazardly flailing in mid-air as he struggled to
catch his balance. Rhiannonn's body glanced off the edge of blade in
mid-fall, slicing into her thigh deeply, causing her to gasp with the
initial shock of pain. Crumpling to the ground, Rhiannonn rolled in agony
and anger...others were approaching fast...and her ruse was up.
Strong arms suddenly lifted her and Rhiannonn opened her
eyes...Cedric of the Dark Rose Legion was grimly hefting her up over his
shoulder, handing her up to Rand and al' who were perched on top of the
wall. Feeling fire sear through her thigh in painful spasms which matched
her heartbeat, Rhiannonn passed out in blessed relief.

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

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, 23 Jul 1996 22:39:28 -0600
From: onestab@rmci.net (OneStab)
Subject: Re: The Search continues...

>
>
>((Simon's Post))
>
>
>*ArrowWing and Hades continue to scan the Asyri war camp, their thoughts
>the same as Simon's, a bloodthirsty desire to rip Zantoth and Dellila to
>shreds, yet holding back since Reinforcements are either unavailable, or
>uncooperative....*

Uh... what asyri war camp? it was destroyed last saturday..

Date: Tue, 23 Jul 1996 22:42:52 -0600 (MDT)
From: Stef <stefanie@rt66.com>
Subject: Re: The Search continues...

Last I heard..Zantoth ditched the Asyri to join another dark legion...??

"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, 23 Jul 1996 23:00:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Slurpee God <misanthrope@earthlink.net>
Subject: HERE ARE THE WINNERS!!!!

Alright people....here are the winners and runners up for all of the
selections as YOU all voted for! im just saying that because im tired of
people asking me why i didnt put them in even though i had no part in the
nominations or voting =D
here they are! so when you see these people, congratulate them!

Best Thief -- Quickning; Runner-up --Siel

Best Priest -- Kylus; Runner-up -- Aystan

Best Mage -- (Tie) Daedil, Rue; Runner-up Kaejo

Best Vampire or Undead -- (Tie) DVampyre, Stalker; Runner-up (Tie) Lovan,
Reneau

Best Were-Creature -- Deth; Runner-up -- (Tie) Brenlyn, Mokole

Best Overall Warrior Class -- Lysira; Runner-up -- WharGhoul

Most Creative PC Concept -- Scarecrow; Runner-up -- Kardd

Best Plotline/Storyline -- Asyr War and All its Participants; Runner-up --
Stalkers Story

Most Evil PC -- Hellion; Runner-up -- Scarecrow

Best Overall Roleplayer -- Kirsy (Rue, Isea, and many others); Runner-up
(Tie) Andie, Sylvia, Lysira (what the hell is her real name anyways?),
Steve, and Julie

CONGRADURINATIONS TO ALL THE WINNERS, NOMINEES, AND PEOPLE WHO HAVE YET TO
BE NOTICED!!!! THANKS TO ALL WHO PARTICIPATED!!!

StEvE

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

Date: Tue, 23 Jul 1996 23:06:43 -0700
From: Adam <doochina@datatek.com>
Subject: Re: >=(

Ash wrote:
>
> Awww fuq i just sent in my votes to the mailing list.. :( ! Damn .. wasn't
> thinking.. :/ did just like angel.. :( oh well guess you all know who i
> voted for :/ guess you can disqualify me too steve :( sorry folks..
>
> ~* Ashley *~
>
> "Perhaps this is a situation where excessive honesty can be detrimental." --
> Data, Star Trek: The Next Generation

You know, that quote goes perfect with this situation.
-Adam

--
"Have you talked to God recently?"
"Yes, and she's black."

"Do or do not, there is no try."

"From Chaos comes order."

"Live hard, die young, leave a good-looking corpse."

Date: Wed, 24 Jul 1996 09:21:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Syl <petal@earthlink.net>
Subject: A gift from Crysalin...Punishment for Sun`zen

Rating: G (mostly)
Story: open as far as I know
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After the quiet discussion that Crysalin just had with her old friend Whisper she sits there deep in thought. "I must speak with Kaejo...I can help him with the punishment he wishes for Sun`zen...oh Sun...why did you do this? I had not thought you so capable of evil...you managed to hide that from me very well..."
:::slowly a feeling of betrayal comes over Crysalin the more she thinks on the evilness of Sun`zen's action....his kidnapping of Menolly and her final death...Crysalin's eyes turn a deep red and her fangs extend...her breathing becoming harsh and animalistic as she fights the frenzy...a sheen of bloodsweat covering her body...her mind screaming at her for calm...desperately she reaches deep within the well of emotions she has drawn from others in her capacity as an empath ..searching for and finding a pocket of calm and soothing emotions...drawing on that heavily she slowly pushes back the frenzy::::

:::sitting there breathing heavily and composing herself once more she decides to find Kaejo, and makes her way to the #BLKDRAGON*Inn...where she finds him speaking quietly with Princess petal:::

Kaejo, I have heard of your loss...I know you do not like my kind...yet I offer you a small gift. The punishment you seek for Sun`zen...that he will always remember the pain he has caused to Menolly...regardless of his reasons. You felt her die? Crysalin speaks quietly yet urgently for she wants to finish this tonight.

Kaejo looks at Crysalin, a mixture of loathing and curiosity on his face, "<w> yes...I felt her die...her pain...oh god..."

:::Crysalin changes her form to that of a faerie...only 12" tall. She begins to dance and spin as Kaejo speaks...knowing he is remembering the pain he felt...the horror...slowly she begins to glow with faerie fire as she draws the pain and emotion he felt at that moment from his mind:::

As the dance stops she looks at Kaejo, her tiny features set with determination. "He will know Kaejo...the pain he is responsible for...even if it was not him that killed her directly...he will know."

:::Crysalin reaches inside herself once more...searching for the spark that is her love for Sun`zen...finding the faint spark she uses it as a guide to find him...and flies off into the night sky...Dawn mere hours away::::

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

Date: Wed, 24 Jul 1996 09:45:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: Syl <petal@earthlink.net>
Subject: A gift from Crysalin...Punishment for Sun`zen (part 2)

This part is rated: PG (sorta)
Story: still open as far as I know

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:::Crysalin flies over Arangoth in her faerie form...searching for Sun`zen and manages to locate him on the forest path near her garden of rainbow roses...he is not alone.:::

:::deciding to be discreet Crysalin lands on a tree branch above Sun`zen and Isis...remembering that this is his future wife Crysalin decides to wait as the lovers speak quietly (or whatever they are doing...I won't tell):::

:::Crysalin watches the sky, knowing dawn is not far off she waits impatiently...just as she decides to interrupt the conversation below her, she sees Isis leave...before Sun`zen can open a rift and disappear Crysalin flies down to hover in front of him::::

<s> Hello Sun`zen...I have been looking for you.

::Sun`zen jumps a bit at the sudden appearance of his once-fiancee::: "Oh...uhhh hello Chryss"

"I have not come as a friend this time Sun`zen...I was told what you did to Menolly...I can't believe you did that Sun!" Crysalin shakes off the anger rising inside and sets her mind on what she came for.

Sun`zen looks upset at the mention of Menolly, "Look Chryss, it wasn't my fau-"

Crysalin interrupts him bluntly, "Sun...I was also told that you do not believe it to be your fault...I do not care at this point what you believe. I have come to deliver your punishment. Kaejo did not want you to stand trial or be harmed. Remember? He only wanted you to remember your betrayal of the friendship and trust that you shared with Menolly." As she speaks Crysalin begins to dance and spin in mid-air...glowing softly with faerie fire. "Sun`zen...from this moment on, once a day you will feel the pain of your body being torn asunder...the pain of your life leaving you...Menolly's pain Sun`zen...you will feel her death every day..."

:::As Crysalin finishes speaking Sun`zen is bathed in faerie fire...her gift to Kaejo and Sun`zen's punishment complete.:::

:::Crysalin flies off to the lightening of the sky...dawn less than an hour away...Sun`zen's scream of pain echoing in her ears::::

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This ends my part in this little story...I do so hope you enjoyed it.
~Syl
~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.

Date: Wed, 24 Jul 1996 15:41:11 -0700
From: qsilver2@ix.netcom.com (...)
Subject: An Empty Plea in the Night
Rating: G

:::::With a quiet creak of the massive doors, he steps into the throne
room of Queen AngelSin and King BlackDragon. Gone for so long his eyes
squint as to remember things of the past, taking in all the room's
surroundings, memories of objects and pictures slowly coming back to
him.:::::::
"But now is not the time for reflection," thinks the Baron. "I
must seek out the queen at once."
:::::He examines the room finding himself to be alone. The queen
must be away somewhere.::::::
"Is this the way it should end?" he half says-half yells out loud
to nobody in particular. "I know I have been away, without warning and
without any information. But my letter that I addressed to everyone
was sincere was it not? Yet in the past two days, I've received not
ONE reply or even concern. Do you all think this a grand jest? The
invaders took my home, and my people, and my family. But they had not
taken my pride or my self-respect. Do not let your decision of
ignorance on my warning prove me otherwise. I speak the truth of what
is to come. In the name of........for all our sakes SOMEONE ANSWER
MEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

::::::he falls to the ground of the throne room, tears starting
to form in his eyes:::
"I'm trying to save us all......we're in....great.........danger."
:::::he begins to weep. For himself, for his family, and for the
land of Arangoth that he loves, but fear will not survive the coming
events......:::::::::

Date: Wed, 24 Jul 1996 15:45:57 -0700
From: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: Re: An Empty Plea in the Night

First of all.. Angel and her sister have been kidnapped and are missing so
she hasn't gotten your letter yet..and the King is off searching for them so
he wouldn't have seen it either..

Second, um..We have guards at the castle silly..you wouldn't be able to just
walk in ;)

Third..WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!!?!? >:P

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AngelSin
Queen of Arangoth
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http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm
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Date: Wed, 24 Jul 1996 19:20:03 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Potts Cest' Evalion" <pottsce@foto.infi.net>
Subject: testing

testing...1...2...3...1...2...3...

Date: Wed, 24 Jul 1996 19:29:28 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Potts Cest' Evalion" <pottsce@foto.infi.net>
Subject: Re: testing

((I just wanted to let you all know...I've been on this list for five months
now and I haven't been able to send a damn thing....Now, thanx to Ang I can
WAHOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanx Ang...your da kewlest. As for the rest of
you...prepare yourselves for a touch of insanity...:::walks off laughing
like a friggen maniac::::))

Potts
www.geocities.com/TimesSquare/4708
It's not just a Home Page...its a party

Date: Wed, 24 Jul 1996 16:46:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Syl <petal@earthlink.net>
Subject: Sun/Mun Leaving

>From: starcry@mont.mindspring.com
>X-Sender: starcry@pop.mont.mindspring.com
>Date: Wed, 24 Jul 1996 18:05:14 -0400
>To: petal@earthlink.net
>Subject: Sun/Mun Leaving
>
>Too anyone that is concerned...i am having to close my account, and correct
>a number of RL problems currently.
>
> I hope too rejoin the fun and everything...maybe thru earthlink, but first
>the problems.
>
> I hope too see you all again...take care...fore its been a Blast...oh
>yes...Someone tell Isis, that Sun`zen (stephen) has left due to RL
>problems...i would greatly appreciate this.
>
>Bye...
>
>****************************
>-Sun`zen(aka. Jul`Kair, aka.Sun`Dragn, aka. Sunaj)
>Champion of BattleFest '96
>....Long Live the BlkDragon*Inn in all its Glory.
>-starcry(aka. Stefhan, the mun)
>
>
>~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.

Date: Wed, 24 Jul 1996 23:41:01 -0700
From: Adam <doochina@datatek.com>
Subject: leaving

Hey guys, I'm jsut writing this little note to tell everyone I'll be out
of town from tommorow (the 25th) to Monday night, because I'll be at the
Olympics in Atlanta. So, I'll see everyone when I get back.
-Adam
--
"Have you talked to God recently?"
"Yes, and she's black."

"Do or do not, there is no try."

"From Chaos comes order."

"Live hard, die young, leave a good-looking corpse."

Date: Thu, 25 Jul 1996 16:58:31 -0400 (EDT)
From: Slurpee God <misanthrope@earthlink.net>
Subject: Some Sparring Suggestions

A while back, i had the privalage to spar with DreamShde (least i think
thats how ya spell his nick) and he brought in an interesting element that i
had only seen a few times before and that i think had a lot of
potential....instead of direct physical attacks, mind assaults and magical
blasts, he used trickery, surprise, and confusion as a way of damage...his
attacks would be along the lines of disappearing and reappearing several
yards away to disorient me, or do something equally tricky that when his
roll counted a point, would count as damage due to the fact that my
character was confused or even took a shot to his confidence...i thought
this was just the coolest thing since Space Invaders so i gave it a little
more thought....
If we applied this more often, then people who have familiars or just
animal sidekicks help them battle....normally, ill see someone say "so and
so's flacon flies down and slashes at your eyes" or something BUT noone
ever attacks the falcon BACK cause it wont count against the person, right?
well i think if we used this concept, it would! think about it, your best
friend tries to help you in a fight and gets slammed to the ground....of
COURSE its gonna "hurt" you whether the damage is to your confidence, ego,
or just a plain astonishment...
Or another situation, perhaps humiliating the opponent....instead of
blocking the attack and trying to break his wrist, why not just step aside
and trip him, letting the damage from his fall be the dice roll?
I just thought about this alot today and thought id remark...there are few
people i have sparred with that i believe to really roleplay when they
fight....most people just swing a sword and roll a die...perhaps if we boost
rping during spars a little more, then we can solve some of this pent up
aggression abound in the inn AND have a little more RPing there as well =)
But if any of you see DreamShde in the inn, ask him to spar, cause win or
lose, it'll be worth the rping time...RandoM had a grand ol' time >=)

StEvE

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

Date: Thu, 25 Jul 1996 22:37:51 -0600
From: onestab@rmci.net (OneStab)
Subject: While One is Away (episode 1)

Ancient fingers swayed in the air. Gloved in crimson aura, the hands danced
their sorcery summoning motions. Glowing splinters spun around an index
finger. Then by the master's command, conjured power channeled into a
magenta beam. The ray ripped trough the air, slamming into a tree just
behind OneStab's shoulder.

Nervously, OneStab rolled a BlueStone in his palm. Concentrating, he tuned
his chants to the magefire beside him. BlueStone crystals animated deep
within the mysterious talisman's structure. Power winked in perfectly cut
facets. OneStab felt a surge in his closed hand as his song harmonized the
stone and red magic. For a few seconds, the blood beam intensified.
BlueStone waves hurtled from OneStab's hand, reinforcing the spell cast by a
hooded figure fifteen yards away.

In one lightning motion, OneStab flipped the gemstone in his hand, reversing
the harmonic waves. Instantly, the crimson ray vanished.

"That's it, Chosen One." The bent figure congratulated, "Ye crippled my spell."

OneStab shook his head, dissatisfied. "Master, in the time it took to align
the stone and disarm your magic, Elise could have been killed several times."

The old man nodded at his apprentice and old friend's practical evaluation.
"Control and haste will come with practice. Ye did nae think to better me
in a week did ye? Sorcery is new to ye, the BlueStones demand knowledge of
your enemy, focus, and precise timing. This level of success this soon,
OneStab, is nothing short of astounding. And a testament to your commitment.."

Complements didn't brighten One's assessment. "Nevertheless, MelfSmite, I
remain woefully ill prepared to defend me child from her enemies."

MelfSmite lowered his hood. "Why not stay here? My tower is secret. Your
enemies can find neither ye nor your Elise here. Even if they should,
within the walls of my ivy tower, ye are under my protection. Harm will nae
befall ye. Once she is old enough to defend herself, ye can return to
Rondissia.... and reclaim from Jaspero the throne that is rightfully
yours... and hers."

MelfSmite's concern drew a smile from OneStab. "Master, there are lessons
of stewardship that cannae be learned in seclusion. I donnae doubt Elise
would develop safe lost in the forests. But here, she would nae interact
with others. Leadership, like magic, cannae be taught from books nor
imparted in lecture. It must be practiced; mistakes overcome, strengths
honed." OneStab rested his hand on MelfSmite's robed shoulder, "Nae me
friend, Elise cannae stay here."

Hard, ice blue eyes of the sorcerer narrowed. "Very well, Chose One." The
mage gritted his teeth and flung his arm outward. Lightning flashed from
his hand. The bold struck a man-sized sapling, engulfing it in an explosion
of fiery splinters. In moments, nothing remained but pine fragrant smoke
tainted by ozone.

MelfSmite glanced warily at his student. "When ye thwart that spell, I will
permit Elise to leave. Nae before."

His master's vivid display stung OneStab. He knew foul souls crept the
realm, beings that wished nothing more than to see Elise disintegrated to
ash. "Agreed, Master."

Date: Fri, 26 Jul 1996 07:54:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Syl <petal@earthlink.net>
Subject: A commentary

This is a note to all of the burgeoning writers out there that have been contributing to this mailing list. Do you realize that what we have here of late is a collection of short stories and possible novels? Now I know that there are certain storylines that I look forward to reading because they are increasingly well written and I would like to send my congratulations to all who have contributed. However, we cvould all get ...well maybe not rich, but we could probably sell our stories of Arangoth and surrounding lands if someone compiled all of the stories into one volume. Something like the "Magic of Ishtar" books. A lot of different authors and just a small city that grew from their imaginations. What do you think?

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

Date: Fri, 26 Jul 1996 14:41:17 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Potts Cest' Evalion" <pottsce@foto.infi.net>
Subject: Re: A commentary

:::raises his hand::: I volunteer to collect all the money we make <g>

Date: Fri, 26 Jul 1996 15:01:24 -0400
From: ThornSpike <thrnspke@gate.net>
Subject: Re: A commentary

At 07:54 AM 7/26/96 -0700, you wrote:
>This is a note to all of the burgeoning writers out there that have been
>contributing to this mailing list. Do you realize that what we have here
of >late is a collection of short stories and possible novels?

Nice idea petal! In fact, I have been writting a novel for what will soon
be a year. Not really about the BDI in Arangoth, but there are three
characters based on "people" I've met here or at the RDI in Rhydin. I have
approx. 37,000 words at present (I write slow, lots gets deleted, or at
best, rewritten) and I expect it to be between 80,000 - 100,000 words, about
20 chapters when completed.
This might explain why I spend as much time as possible (not much lately) in
the inn and why I don't contribute a great deal to this mailing list - sorry.
BTW, if any would like to have their character play a part, there is a slim
chance that I can write you in. Most (all?) of the major charcters where
developed (at least they have a 5x8 card) long ago, but there always seems
to be room for one more minor character. Not much room for magick either.
None of the characters have any real magick. No fire balls, magick staff,
sword, etc. The magick here is more from nature, and ok, there is *one*
somewhat prophet dream in the third chapter. There are priest/priestess
types during this time and religion contains enough miracles for the common
people.
It's a romance novel, set in the early middle ages. The central character
is a woman (the market being such that romance novels are typically about a
woman's adventures, not a man's), talk about difficult writting.
Anyway, I grow long on wind and short on time. Good luck!

Thorn

Date: Fri, 26 Jul 1996 15:05:44 -0600 (MDT)
From: Stef <stefanie@rt66.com>
Subject: Re: A commentary

At 07:54 AM 7/26/96 -0700, you wrote:
>
>
>This is a note to all of the burgeoning writers out there that have been
contributing to this mailing list. Do you realize that what we have here of
late is a collection of short stories and possible novels? Now I know that
there are certain storylines that I look forward to reading because they are
increasingly well written and I would like to send my congratulations to all
who have contributed. However, we cvould all get ...well maybe not rich, but
we could probably sell our stories of Arangoth and surrounding lands if
someone compiled all of the stories into one volume. Something like the
"Magic of Ishtar" books. A lot of different authors and just a small city
that grew from their imaginations. What do you think?
>
>~Syl
>~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.

I would gladly share my contributions if others found in interesting reading. :)

Stef

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

http://www.bnbcomp.net/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm
Irc Channel #BLKDRAGON*Inn
It's no longer just roleplaying..it's friggin' "As The World Turns" meets
Captain Kangaroo ;)

Date: Fri, 26 Jul 1996 17:37:57 -0400 (EDT)
From: Galliard <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu>
Cc: BlackDragon <BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net>
Subject: Re: A commentary

<<< This is a note to all of the burgeoning writers out there that have
been contributing to this mailing list. Do you realize that what we have
here of late is a collection of short stories and possible novels? Now I
know that there are certain storylines that I look forward to reading
because they are increasingly well written and I would like to send my
congratulations to all who have contributed. However, we cvould all get
...well maybe not rich, but we could probably sell our stories of
Arangoth and surrounding lands if someone compiled all of the stories
into one volume. Something like the "Magic of Ishtar" books. A lot of
different authors and just a small city that grew from their
imaginations. What do you think? >>>

I think, as one of the aforementioned authors, that we'd better
either 1) forget the idea... I know that I didn't intend to write for
anyone's enjoyment but mine and the subscribers to this list...

or 2) at least get permission from the authors of their respective
stories before including their works in a compilation.

Wolfie`s Mun

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

Date: Fri, 26 Jul 1996 21:50:04
From: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (Queen of Arangoth)
Subject: From the MUN

I'd just like to say.....

I would like to say each and every one of you have done a fabulous job in
the Inn.. Whether it be RPG, or Hack protection, or just plain helping
newcomers. In the chaos that has happened in the last few weeks, I've seen
a new determination, a hightened pride, each and every one of the Mun's
rising to a new level in some form or another. I've seen you all band
together in different forms and I'd like to thank each and every one of you.
You have reafirmed my love for RPG and the BDI. It takes a special kind of
person to latch onto a certain idea and claim it to thier heart. And you
have all done that beyond any expectations I have ever had.

Once again, I'd like to say, I love each of you.. you are all such spirited
souls. And no one but in our realm could understand the strength that each
of us hold.

Thank you for your support and extreme imaginations. It is which our world
is born, and thrives off of.

****************************************************************************
*****************************
Her Royal Majesty
AngelSin aka
Alysia Draconoris Muthoris Vostanoth
Queen of Arangoth
May our souls be blessed and our land be rich with love, peace and prosperity
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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: Fri, 26 Jul 1996 16:50:20 -0500 (CDT)
From: Kathy Stracener <merlin31@bihs.net>
Subject: Re: A commentary

Ummm... wolfie... she wasn;t talking about just doing it... iw was a
suggestion for the writers them selves...
Suzanna

> I think, as one of the aforementioned authors, that we'd better
>either 1) forget the idea... I know that I didn't intend to write for
>anyone's enjoyment but mine and the subscribers to this list...
>
>or 2) at least get permission from the authors of their respective
>stories before including their works in a compilation.
>
>Wolfie`s Mun

Date: Fri, 26 Jul 1996 19:03:03 -0400 (EDT)
From: RangerBlue <rangerblue@earthlink.net>
Subject: Re: A commentary

Lady WrynBlue and I have been writing for a bit now, and both are published.
I state this only that you may know, when an author writes to a string as
this, or a web page not his/her own, under the copywrite laws the author
surrenders all rights to the creative work. We found this out the hard way I
am afraid. In truth a compliation can be done of the collected works of the
string, but unless one of the highest moral fiber, the compiler would own
the work and if any monies came from it, is not required under law to
disbruse any of it to the actual writers. There is a web page, who's name
eludes me now, for the Library of Congress that has all this information in
it. If one write for grins and relaxation, then a fine thing and the string
an excellent place. If one writes for more serious intent, like groceries
perhaps, then one must be careful. I know this sounds of an old wet blanket,
but it only takes one person stealing the creative output of another for
gain, to ruin things for all.

Blue

Date: Fri, 26 Jul 1996 17:53:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: starcry@earthlink.net
Subject: Test

This is a test to see if i am getting emails to the mailing list.

Just a test..no response necessary.

******************
-Sun`zen(aka. Jul`Kair, aka.Sun`Dragn, aka. Sunaj)
Champion of BattleFest '96
....Long Live the BlkDragon*Inn in all its Glory.
-starcry(aka. Stefhan, the mun)
-Grumble(dwarf..."Hey what you looking at you Walking Talking Tree!!!")

Date: Fri, 26 Jul 1996 20:01:33 -0500 (CDT)
From: Kathy Stracener <merlin31@bihs.net>
Subject: Re: Test

>This is a test to see if i am getting emails to the mailing list.
>
>Just a test..no response necessary.

Welcome back Sun`zen! I replied anyway dammit!

,,,;''';,,,;''';,,,;''';,,,;'''Suzanna''';,,,;''';,,,;''';,,,;''';,,,
Mun of Tarma, Caerlyn, Lillanth, Dayna, Tiraniza, and Whynonna
Complete and utter pain in the arse
and bound to tick someone off at sometime
"Grrrrrrrr......."

Date: Fri, 26 Jul 1996 23:14:12 -0600
From: onestab@rmci.net (OneStab)
Subject: Re: From the MUN

>
>
>I'd just like to say.....
>
>
>I would like to say each and every one of you have done a fabulous job in
>the Inn..

::Thinks that cheezy presidential speech in Independence Day would have been
much better had Angel's mun written it... wink::

Date: Sat, 27 Jul 1996 02:50:29 -0400 (EDT)
From: starcry@earthlink.net
Subject: Re: From the MUN

At 11:14 PM 7/26/96 -0600, you wrote:
>>I'd just like to say.....
>>
>>I would like to say each and every one of you have done a fabulous job in
>>the Inn..
>
>::Thinks that cheezy presidential speech in Independence Day would have been
>much better had Angel's mun written it... wink::
>
:::Vote AngelSin for Next President!!!!!!:::::

********************
-Sun`zen(aka. Jul`Kair, aka.Sun`Dragn, aka. Sunaj)
Champion of BattleFest '96
....Long Live the BlkDragon*Inn in all its Glory.
-starcry(aka. Stefhan, the mun)
-Grumble(dwarf..."Hey what you looking at you Walking Talking Tree!!!")

Date: Sat, 27 Jul 1996 00:41:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Syl <petal@earthlink.net>
Subject: Re: From the MUN

>>
>:::Vote AngelSin for Next President!!!!!!:::::

Lord have mercy what have I done??? Now there are TWO Stephen's to bug us on BOTH lists!!! /me smacks herself repeatedly for getting Sun`zen to sign on to earthlink!!!!!~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.

Date: Sat, 27 Jul 1996 04:15:50 -0500
From: Rue <deanna3@airmail.net>
Subject: Re: From the MUN

OneStab wrote:
>
> ::Thinks that cheezy presidential speech in Independence Day would have been
> much better had Angel's mun written it... wink::

HEY! I LIKED that cheesy Independence Day speech!! It was
totally cool! *aside* ...and it made me and my mom cry... <G>
--
Rue
http://www.io.com/~jimmie/kirsy/home.html

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

"I've come here for a purpose," he said to her. "I'm looking for
someone. A little girl. Her age would be seven, maybe eight gates. She
is called Rue."

Date: Sat, 27 Jul 1996 10:44:43 -0500
From: Leonard Foley <fitz@netropolis.net>
Subject: Re: From the MUN

At 04:15 AM 7/27/96 -0500, you wrote:
>
>
>OneStab wrote:
>>
>> ::Thinks that cheezy presidential speech in Independence Day would have been
>> much better had Angel's mun written it... wink::
>
> HEY! I LIKED that cheesy Independence Day speech!! It was
>totally cool! *aside* ...and it made me and my mom cry... <G>
>--
>Rue

>Hey vote for me, and we'll all wear panties and wonder bras!
Vote Fitz fot Pantie President!!!

Fitz, Vhertebre, Crimson

"Ya missed a spot on the toilet dear"
"What?! Come here ya redneck!!!"

>
>

Date: Sat, 27 Jul 1996 13:27:45 -0400
From: dshade@alpha.pulsar.net (Dave Soltys)
Subject: Um.. A test of sorts

Well this is just a test... Been havin' problems like several others
with the mailing list.. (As well as doubts after recieving that overwhelming
view of bloodshed caused by all those previous post. I guess I gotta get
caught up and start posting what started before but was never really finished.)

DreamShade (aka DreamShde)
Player of Shadow and Light
Dreamweaver of the North

((Oh and the mun is Dave, Royal Pain in the Rear to his friends.))
"To see a world in a grain of sand, and a heaven in a wildflower."
-William Blake
"Reality is what you make of it." - Unknown
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." -Some wise old sage

Date: Sun, 28 Jul 1996 06:26:44 -0500
From: Jimmie Bragdon <jimmie@io.com>
Subject: Dust and Visions

Waking from his miserable rest, Spectre looks out the mouth of the shallow
cave he found. Mopping the sweat from his face, he puts his shirt back on.
Sleeping during the hottest hours of the day when the sun was at its highest,
beating down mercilessly on the sands of the desert, he hunts for more signs of
Narisa or the Queen. He has slept little, a few hours each day, covering the
most ground at night, when the now accursed sun was not there to beat down on
him, burning his skin and eyes, and draining the water and energy from his
body. He squints out across the waste, figuring it is still several hours to
sunset.

He found a camp the third night out, a few tents and a fire, and a matching
campsite within a mile. From the debris left behind, it was not a standard
military camp, too few people and a bad setup to boot. There were several
sets of tracks between the two campsites, so they must have been with the
same group. Judging what he thought the distance was, that camp would be just
about a days travel from Drache, or close to that. They must have stopped here
the first night out, or the first few..close enough for someone to get to the
castle and the inn to see what was going on.

This cave had been a blessing, shallow though it is, its better than what he
has had to make do with. Usually its his cloak set in a mock tent on his sword
and a stick or two he found, to keep the sun off him while he slept. The sun
was merciless though, and his smooth olive skin is burnt and peeling where
exposed, because of this, he stayed almost fully covered, as his normal dress.
He'd take sweating over baking any day. Water was hard to find, until the
rains hit, slowing the travel even more, turning the sand into a thick, messy
terrain.

The rains had stopped now, and he knew he was nearing the Asyri borders, if not
already inside them. "They must be in this Xandur's posession now, when I get
to thier city, this will help quite a bit." He holds up the symbol of an Asyri
spy, "I must remember to thank that traitor Trigon for this." He straps his
sword to his belt once again, and leaves the cave, finally standing to his
full height again. He heads off, further into Asyri lands the sun pounding
down on him.

As the day wears on, and the waterskin starts to run dry, more and more
frequently the heat waves of the sun torment him doubly, beating on him and
searing his skin, as well as reflecting up, to look like pools of water,
taunting him. After a while, the heat waves coiming up off the sands seem to
have patterns in them. He finally stops, staring at a scene in the heat waves
that does not pass in a second...its shifts and writhes in the rippling waves,
Odamu's face, Narisa crying, Xandur and Angelsin glaring, a battle, a casket, a pyramid, dragons...the hallucination is broken when a gust of wind blows the
sand up into a mini cyclone in front of him for a few seconds.

He shakes his head, "The sun must be getting to me." He trudges along deeper
into the Asyri lands.

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Date: Sun, 28 Jul 1996 14:43:40
From: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (Queen of Arangoth)
Subject: UNSUBSCRIBING. KEEP THIS EMAIL FOR FUTURE REFERANCE!

As I've said before on this list..and at least now the welcome msg has it on
it..YOU need to unsubscribe to the list..I am not at work and cannot do it
from home..

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That's it..

thanks>
>
>This whole system is pretty cool but I just cant keep up. I like to read
>all of the stories but I really have nothing to add nor do I have the
>time to search though all of this mail every week. Please kill me.
>Thanks.
>
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Queen of Arangoth
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Date: Sun, 28 Jul 1996 15:08:42
From: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (Queen of Arangoth)
Subject: Hell and it's mistress....

::Dellila heading back south curses:: "Damnit! I should have known they'd go
the other way!" She turns and screams to the one guard riding behind her.

"And what in the nine hells happened to everyone?! Where is Xandur?! Why are
WE the only one's seemingly searching for those two damn females?!"

::The guard says nothing..the sweat pouring off his brow he shrugs at Dellila::

**Two hours later**

"Stupid idiot!!" Dellila stares down at the guard laying in the sand.. he
had fallen some 10 minutes before from his horse and the horse had run off.
The guard now dead, not able to withstand the heat stares up at Dellila with
his glazed eyes.

"I will find them myself" ::She digs her heels into the horse and rides on..
heading towards a large mountain.
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*****************************
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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: Sun, 28 Jul 1996 12:39:26 -0400
From: Dave Crampton <crampto3@pilot.msu.edu>
Subject: Cursed Blessings chapter 3 - Angelique

>Date: Sun, 28 Jul 1996 01:57:35 -0400
>X-Sender: pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu (Unverified)
>To: crampto3
>From: Adam Pigeon <pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu>
>Subject: Cursed Blessings chapter 3 - Angelique
>
>Book 3 in the Deth Trilogy
>by Adam Pigeon, Mun of the Many and Defender of The Sig!
>This story has been given a voluntary rating of PG-13. May not be suitable
>for children
>
>"A million lies to sell yourself is all you ever had" -Garbage "Stupid Girl"
>"Cause what you see you might not get" -Beastie Boys "Sabotage"
>
> Angelique pulls herself up off the floor, and groans as her bones still
work at
>knitting themselves back together. She shoves the body of the drained hotel
>clerk aside,
>disgusted with herself at having to take the blood of somebody so obviously
>low-born.
>She looks around the room, she sees her own blood staining the wall behind
>her. Deth is
>nowhere to be seen. How had he figured out who she was? She pulls herself
>into the
>shower to clean herself off and try to remember what happened...
>
> Angelique knew that Deth went to the Redfang Bar a lot, so it made perfect
>sense
>to wait for him there. The large bartender, Ragnarok, tried to hit on her
>several times but
>she would have none of it. The poor man was obviously not worth the effort.
>Finally
>after an hour Deth walks in. She stands and greets him
> "I was beginning to think that this place was abandoned," Angelique says,
>"Hi, my
>name's Angelique Fergueson, and you are...?"
> "Thomas... Thomas Sanders," Deth says. Angelique knows he's lying but plays
>along with it anyway.
> "So Tommy," she says casually, "are you a regular here? Is this place
always so
>empty?"
> "I come here once in a while, and it's usually pretty quiet. Have you
seen the
>bartender around? I need to talk to him."
> "You mean that Ragnarok guy?" she asks. Deth nods. "He had to step out
back a
>minute, he had to pick up a delivery. He said he would be back really
>soon." She swirls
>her drink around in the bottom of her glass and smiles up at Deth, her
>cherry red lips
>standing out on her pale skin.
> Angelique feels Deth's mind probing hers and she masks her thoughts just
>the way
>Karma Burn taught her, and she smiles as she sees him relax. "So, are you
>from this area
>or just passing through?"
> "Oh, I've lived on the other side of the city for a few years now. I was
>visiting a
>friend and took a different way home, I saw this place and, I really don't
>know why, but I
>stopped." Angelique lies, the most plausible story she can think up.
> "Maybe it was fate." Deth gives one of his charming rebel grins. "Fate was
>kind
>enough to bring you here to allow me the great pleasure.. no.. privilege of
>meeting such a
>beautiful woman."
> "Why don't we go someplace else, somewhere a little more... active?" she
>says as
>she gives a sharp seductive smile.
> "I think that sounds like a good thing to me," he replies, returning her
>smile.
>"Here, it's pretty cold out," he says as he puts his leather jacket over her
>shoulders. "And
>let me pick up that drink for you." Deth grabs a piece of paper and quickly
>writes on it.
> "Thank you very much, Tommy," she says softly as they walk out, dangerously
>close to one another.
> They went out dancing at some techno-industrial club. All in all it was,
>surprisingly, a rather fun night. A shame to have to kill him. Dinner,
>dancing, but never
>the right opportunity to strike until late, when he finally took her to a
>motel. Angelique
>was sickened at the cheapness of the place, but was able to hold it to
>herself, for the sake
>of the mission. Things moved quickly from there. He had her out of her
>dress in an
>instant. He must have seen the widow's tattoo. She had managed to rake her
>claws down
>his back and inject some venom but not enough. Deth telekineticly threw her
>into the
>wall, she could feel her bones shattering before she fell into blissful
>unconsciousness.
> When she woke up all there was around her was pain. She could feel the
>need for
>more blood screaming in her mind. A red haze clouded her vision. She felt
>a hand go to
>her throat checking for a pulse and, finding none, go into a string of
>obscenities.
>Consumed by need, she grabbed the mans arm and dragged his throat to her
>mouth and
>drained him completely.
>
> She steps out of the shower and picks up her dress from where it had been left
>hours ago. She steps outside into the cool night air and contemplates on
>what to do next.
>Should she go back to Tokyo, admit her defeat to Karma Burn? Try to find
>Deth again
>and kill him? She looks to the sky and sees light begin to invade the
>night. She hurries
>back inside and shuts herself up. With the mamnager dead she will be safe
>for the night at
>least. Then she can make her decision.
>
>-To be continued in Chapter 4- OVERKILL!!!
> /\ |-\ /\ |\ /| |--\ | /--\ |---- /--\ |\ |
> / \ | \ / \ | \/ | | | | | | | | | \ |
> /----\ | | /----\ | | |--/ | | ___ |-- | | | \|
> / \ | / / \ | | | | | | | | | | |
>/ \ |_/ / \ | | | | \__/ |---- \__/ | |
>
>-The Mun of the Many and Defender of the Sig!
>
>http://www.msu.edu/user/pigeonad/
>
>send all replys to pigeonad@pilot.msu.edu cuz I ain't on the list
>
>
>
>
--
Dave Crampton AKA Dark Vampyre

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

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

Date: Sun, 28 Jul 1996 10:52:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: IRCrackhead <misanthrope@earthlink.net>
Subject: *grrrr*

Amazingly enough, as soon as i check my mail, my mailbox exploded (im
blaming Jimmie and his firecrackers) and i lost all my mail from the
previous night from both mail list, ops and reg....if anyone thinks i
actually missed anything, please forward me the mail =/ and i saw Dave had
another Stalker story up, so can someone make sure i sget a copy of that
one? thanks...

StEvE

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

Date: Sun, 28 Jul 1996 15:13:52 -0400 (EDT)
From: Brian May <mayb@bgnet.bgsu.edu>
Subject: I need out
cc: BlackDragon <blackdragon@bnbcomp.net>

This whole system is pretty cool but I just cant keep up. I like to read
all of the stories but I really have nothing to add nor do I have the
time to search though all of this mail every week. Please kill me.
Thanks.

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Date: Sun, 28 Jul 1996 23:14:57
From: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (Queen of Arangoth)
Subject: Sands...Clear....

((Sun's post))
>
> Sun woke from the nightmare dreams that plagued him since he recieved the
>gift of punishment from Chryss...thanks to Kaejo...as he wiped the cold
>sweat from his brow, his mind slowly clearly from the cobwebs of pain that
>had just finish torturing his mind for several hours earlier. Sun, stands
>upright, stretches...as the Pyramid alerts him to the fact that Simon's
>minions have all fled the desert and have returned to Simon's castle...Sun
>ponders this news, but shrugs it off...turning his attention, quickly to
>Karsha, whose standing before, dressed in desert clothning, high sand boots,
>soft cloth pants, and tunic, bracers on her forearms, and her dried black
>hair hanging low down her back, and deep hazel eyes...she grins at seeing
>Sun move towards her.
>
> "Morning, Protector-Sun..sleep well??", as she asks. "Nay..troubled from
>nightmares stronger than before...must of be what Chryss had done...i must
>send her a thank you note...Remind of this Pyramid." <"Yes, Protector">
>"Well, Karsha..i see you have dressed nicely..and are you ready to be our
>guests?", he mentions slyly. "Sure, why not Protector-Sun..it will be nice",
>as a grin moves across her lips. "Call me Sun..please...but remember no
>mention of me too our guests in any manner, understand?" "Yes, Sun."
>"Good..now..Pyramid, transport Karsha to the nearest corridor to where our
>guests are." ::Karsha fades from the Inner chambers...and then reappears
>just outside the Door to the room where Angel and Narisa are::::
>
>**********************
>
> The door slowly opens, as the light fliters into the room, sending shadows
>running for cover...Karhsa moves slowly, each step carefully placed, her
>eyes peering into the room, as her body is half in and half out of the
>doorway...she quickly spots Narisa still lying on the bed...as hands quickly
>catch her tunic, and her legs are sweep out from under her in a blinding
>moment...she falls to the floor, with a *oof!*...as she looks up, rubbing
>her arse slightly...she notices a lovely looking woman, standing tall above
>her.
>
> "Hey!...why you do that?!" Angel looks with questioning eyes down at the
>female at her feet, quickly noticing the sytle of clothing of the that for
>the Desert. "Who are you?", Angel asks quickly, paying little attention to
>the statement/question made by the female. "Who am I...more important is,
>who are you..to invade the Sanctuary of this Place!...but if you need to
>know, I am called Karsha, Leader of the Desert Dwellers." Angel takes a step
>back..as she makes the connection that this Karsha must be Asyri by her
>tongue. "What is this place, Karsha?" Karsha, slowly stands, resting her
>hand firmly unto the wall for additional support...as she turns to look this
>female squarely in the eye.."This place is a Sanctuary..that is all you need
>to know!...now what are you doing here, and what are your names....or shall
>I send for the Guardians of this place?" Angel takes a deep breath...and
>slowly lets it out, as she looks to Narisa, whose still sitting in the bed
>unsure of what or how to react to this...<Angel gives Karsha the story..not
>the full story>
>
> ::Nearly an Hour Later::
>
> Karsha, nods slowly to AngelSin, and Narisa.."I am sorry to have been so
>rude to you Queen of Arangoth, but I didnt understand...Please allow me to
>show you around the Pyramid of Rose...Perhaps then my ppl may be able to
>send word to your King...to come recover you from here."
>
>*******************
>
>
>-Sun`zen(aka. Jul`Kair, aka.Sun`Dragn, aka. Sunaj)
>Champion of BattleFest '96
>....Long Live the BlkDragon*Inn in all its Glory.
>-starcry(aka. Stefhan, the mun)
>-Grumble(dwarf..."Hey what you looking at you Walking Talking Tree!!!")
>
>
>
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*****************************
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: Sun, 28 Jul 1996 23:20:59
From: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (Queen of Arangoth)
Subject: Returning home?...................

::The two clones make thier way out of the sandstorm..and head straight for
arangoth..
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*****************************
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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: Sun, 28 Jul 1996 21:38:59 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
Subject: Preparations...

*Phoenix castle buzzes with activity, as Viskaya, in the throne room,
reels trying to make sense of it all, only to be supported by FireIce...*

"Dinnae trouble yeself, M'lady Viskaya, Sit yeself down afore ye get
hurt..."

*FireIce gently helps Viskaya into the large Phoenecian throne, soft, but
empty without Simon's presence...*

*Mystify, nearby, watches the activities in the castle with amazement, all
over, artwork, decoraations and loose items either being collected and
packed, or sliding away into hidden chambers...*

*Titanus carefullt oversees the work, as Inferno, Dante, ArrowWing, and
Hades glide into the throne room from their missions.... ArrowWing steps
forward..*

"Word has been sent, Titanus, Simon is on his way..."

*Titanus nods slowly...*

"I take it, ArrowWing, he was not pleased with his decision?"

*Inferno steps forward, growling...*

"All the work we've Done for Arangoth, for THis? THis is Completely
Uncalled for!"

*Dante nods in agreement...*

"Last nights events clearly show we are no longer wanted here..."

*A voice from the throne room door interrupts them coldly..*

"Ahh, So the great God Simon has decided to pack up and Leave Arangoth in
Peace? Such a pity... I was realy hoping he could stay..."

*Dante whirls around, recognizing the voice....*

"Interesting words coming from you, Kaejo... You, one of the two who
helped Lead Simon here, just so you could Banish him?"

*Kaejo sneers*

"Leading him here was a Mistake, There is no question that their
Highnesses will thank us for having sent him away..."

*Dante and Inferno slowly step towards Kaejo, Dante's mouth boiling with
fire, Inferno's wings sending flames high into the air, both their eyes
glowing deep red in Anger...*

*Dante growls..*

"If Anyone should be Banished, It should be You Kaejo, Filthy Traitor..."

*From high above the Throne Room...*

"THAT'S ENOUGH!"

*All look up to see Simon descending into the throne room, returned from
the Asyri desert, empty-handed...*

"Dante, Inferno, You two have work to do..."

*Dante interjects* "But, my Lord.."

*Simon snaps...* "Kaejo is Not worth the effort."

*Dante and Inferno nod, mainly in obedience of Simon, and head off to
prepare the castle for departure...*

"Kaejo, I invite you to leave, Now..."

*With a gesture, Simon teleports Kaejo to the Inn...*

*Simon then turns to Fireice...*

"I know I said I was leaving earlier, I apologize for my Stubbornness, my
friend..."

*To Titanus..*

"Is everything ready?"

*Titanus nods..*

"We simply need you to give the word to depart..."

*Simon turns back to Fireice.... "Fireice, my friend, I ask a favor,
please guide us to someplace new?"

*Simon strides to the throne, and slips Viskaya comfortably in his
lap....*

"Don't worry, love, our friends will follow us soon enough."

*Simon turns back to Fireice for instructions...*

*In the Desert, 2 females remain huddled in barely-protective shelter from
the unrelenting sandstorm...*

((Yes, it's true, I'm pulling up stakes from the BDI and heading
elsewhere.. My apologies to my friends who regret my passing, and for the
rest, well, I'm sure you won't miss me. Andie, I do apologize, but
certain Unreconciled problems in RP politics have caused me to make this
decision... I do respect you as a friend, but, unless certain problems
cease, I cannot find the #BlkDragon*Inn a place for me to go anymore...
I've learned it's better to leave and avoid confrontation, than to remain
and let an Unsolvable problem persist.

FareWell...

Simon Horus Phoenix, Titanus, Lord Anubis Thunderman, Inferno, Dante,
Hades, ArrowWing, leareth, and many others who will not see the BDI...

And, of course, Simon, the Mun...

Date: Mon, 29 Jul 1996 03:27:57 -0400
From: dshade@alpha.pulsar.net (Dave Soltys)
Subject: A Darkened Corridor...

((Um... for those who missed a few post earilier Farlow is an associate of
DreamShades))

A flame dances a whirling dervish upon the torch casting death to
the many shadows hiding within the void of darkness engulfing it. A small
gnomish figure, rather unusually pale, and just under 4ft carrying large
sunken hazal eyes gazes up at the torch holding it high above to cast light
unto the dark void. Farlow turns his gaze to the fine stone workmanship of
the small, but comfortable passage. He holds the torch upon his forward gaze
lighting up the large handcrafted wooden door whose surface is riddled with
a neverending web of intersecting lines creating some mystical pattern of
protection. Farlow reaches for the small latch upon the door and raps a
complex pattern of rhythm. He steps back as the intricate weave of runic
markings on the door flair to life in a brilliant violet haze and the door
swings forth to let passage. Farlow steps into yet another void beyond
bringing the torchlight to bear on the darkness.

He steps into a small stone chamber with the same fine workmanship
and brings the torch to bare on the raised stone floor before him letting
the flame illuminate the intricate inlay of dark amber and rose colored gems
encircling the many scratch marks riddled within. Farlow holds the torch up
and places it in a holder to illuminate the room bringing the large circular
runic pattern into view on the raised floor. Farlow reaches within his fur
coat and pulls a small golden disc out. Pressing upon the disc, it flips
open to reveal a complex mesh of mechanics and rotating dials of the stars,
sun, planets, etc. "Tis be 'bout time for him... Now whe'"

Farlow jumps back as the flame upon the torch dies to a furious
upstart of wind. The circle of gems glows before him with a faint rhythem of
a heartbeat, and tiny whirlwinds of dust pick up as a faint inrush of air
seeps into the circle. Farlow watches a blinding flash of silvery thread
stream forth within the circle as a small, stout small eyed, large nosed
dwarf emerges literally though the threaded crack.

Farlow smiles. "Tis be time yea come... Na ya 'bout 1 an' a three
thirds past due." Farlow looks down at his handheld mechanical wonder. The
weather-roughened dwarf smirks with his leathery dark skin. "I be held... 'a
'eld up 'ere by all this bloom'n junk he has me bringin'" The dwarf steps
back into the circle passing through a flash of a silvery thread, and
returns struggling with a large oak chest. He sets the chest down upon the
floor. The dwarf speaks, "See 'ere... tis only one of six... he be a 'recken
crazy havin' me bring all this stuff... but gotta do what the boss want... "
The dwarf smiles and tosses a few coins from his pocket... "... but he ay
pay me well..."
Farlow smiles.. "Well, yea know how Sir Rhaellon is..." Farlow steps forward
and struggles lifting the lid of the chest..."Yee Gads!! the man has flipped
his lid... his whole optical trinket collection." Farlow gazes on the
tightly packed mess of prisms, lenses, mirrors, highly carved gems and
crystals. Farlow continues.. "My guess is he plans to set up permenant shop
here. But my guess is where to put it all. He ain't even found a good enough
place yet." The dwarf shifts in his large boots... "Thee fella' say'd to put
it in the abandoned room in the west wing of yea ole cas'le above." Farlow
stares. "And when does he plan to tell his royal friends of his uninvited
use of storage space let alone this damn year old project he has already
started literally rig't under there noses."
The dwarf smirks and shrugs... "Aye just get pay'd to deliver and to stay to
help with the shafts if need be..." Farlow scratches his head and shrugs...
"Ohhhh, well... like he give me enough already to worry 'bout... 'k take
thee stuff and stack it here and than come with me... we are behind and need
all the 'elp we can get."

Farlow turns to the torch in its holder illuminated under the bright
glow of the gem circle and lights the flame. He takes the torch and begins
to head back into the darkened corridor. The dwarf turns suddenly and
shouts... "Yea...umm... WAIT RIGHT T'ERE!" Farlow turns with an annoyed
smirk...."Nooowwww... what?!" The dwarf steps back within to the circle
again as he passes through the silverly threaded crack. The dwarf steps back
and carrying a small bundle of large, oversized scrolls. "'ERE... he said he
had a few last minute changes that 'ould mean everything... or somethin'
like tat.." The dwarf hands the bundle of scrolls to Farlow as he fumbles
with the torch almost burning his hair. "YEE GADS!!!.... what in the...."
Farlow set the torch back in its holder and drops all the scrolls but one
which extends several feet in length overbearing his little arms. He throws
it a partways open in the light of the torch revealing curves upon curves
and lines upon lines, an infinate mess of cirsscrossing patterns. Farlow
looks over the scroll examing the finely detailed blueprints to some
enourmous undertaking of many pasages and chambers seeming to be an infinate
mess of some unknown grand design. Farlow pipes out a high
squeell..."Eeek!!... Thee 'ole of the northern first 'alf... that'll take
weeks to redue... he is insane... and with the shortage of time and labor
now... he better have another 500 pieces for each of thee overworked
clansman..." The dwarf stands there wondering what in the heck is going on,
and goes on to continue bringing chest after chest through the enigmatic
gateway from elsewhere.

Farlow stomps out of the chamber and into the darkness carrying his
torch high and the bundle of scrolls under his other arm groaning and
cursing in gnomish gibberish. "Yee Gads... the dwarvin clan gonna be a
haten' me a'now... the whole... he be insane... another 6 miles of
passage... FOR WHAT!!... damn plan... when will he start usen' all those
talents on helpin' us... damn waste 'em playin' with his shadowy tricks and
partin' up at that damn bar... Master of Shado' and Li... Blaaa... "

DreamShade (aka DreamShde)
Player of Shadow and Light
Dreamweaver of the North

((Oh and the mun is Dave, Royal Pain in the Rear to his friends.))
"To see a world in a grain of sand, and a heaven in a wildflower."
-William Blake
"Reality is what you make of it." - Unknown
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." -Some wise old sage

Date: Mon, 29 Jul 1996 04:10:08 -0500 (CDT)
From: Lady of the Roses <ladylish@netexpress.net>
cc: BlackDragon <blackdragon@bnbcomp.net>
Subject: Death of a Friend

*a Messenger runs in and hands a letter to Dulcina*
To Whom it may concern:
This letter is to inform you that Lady Alisha Relluem, Widow of
Jyhad, mother of Niam Crysalin Emerald, Lady of the Roses, Cleric of
Maelkki, Lady-in-waiting to Her majesty Queen Angelsin. Is dead due to
blood loss. Bite marks were found on her neck and wrists.
Thank You
signed anonymous

note from the mun:
if ya all care to wanna know what happened find out ic *grins* i can't
tell ya.
steve would kill me if i did ic anyway so you're gonna have to live with
it ;)
anyway i'm getting my computer taken away the person who let me borrow it
needs it back, angel and i are seeing about getting me a new one but i
don't know whats gonna happen. so i'm gone if i do come back it'll be as
niam she needs a mun anyway if not then well i guess its goodbye ......if
ya wanna talk to the mun several ppl including angelsin has my #. i
think most of my friends do if not then ask unless your some crazed loony
no names given of course steve anyway we will see what happens in the
future but for now its goodbye
luv yas
Melanie
LadyLisha's mun
ps this is my last night on irc so i won't see all the sappy e-mail you
are all gonna send cause you just miss me so much
sarcasm till the end
catch ya on the flip side
ps steve ya still owe me a tatt :P~

Date: Mon, 29 Jul 1996 16:51:31 -0700
From: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: Re: A commentary

YOUR ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

**HUGGLES THE STUFFINGS OUTTA ADAm~~%&&&&**

a cool experience.
>Everyone should go sometime in their life.
>-Adam
>--
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Date: Mon, 29 Jul 1996 18:18:39 -0700
From: Adam <doochina@datatek.com>
Subject: Re: A commentary

I like the idea, and would be glad to contribute anything I have. BTW
all, I'm back fronm the Olympics. 'Twas really a cool experience.
Everyone should go sometime in their life.
-Adam
--
"Have you talked to God recently?"
"Yes, and she's black."

"Do or do not, there is no try."

"From Chaos comes order."

"Live hard, die young, leave a good-looking corpse."

Date: Mon, 29 Jul 1996 22:23:07 -0400
From: "Kerrinne Lynne Kl'ramordan" <kerrinne@tiger.avana.net>
Subject: Re: A commentary

>> Anyways, the bomb killed two people: a mother, and a Turkish camera man
>> who had a heart-attack while running to the scene, so the bomb didn't
>> actually kill him, it helped cause his death.
>> -Adam

I was supposed to be there that night...but my sister and I were too tired
after watching track and field and went home. Thank God for that, huh? It
was scary, but I'm going out there this Saturday...::smirks::...just let
some jerk stop me. I'll come back from the dead and haunt them. ::giggles::

~Kerri's nutty mun
Life is what you make it...so make it good. =)

Date: Mon, 29 Jul 1996 20:43:24 -0700
From: Adam <doochina@datatek.com>
Subject: Re: A commentary

Queen of Arangoth wrote:
>
> YOUR ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
>
> **HUGGLES THE STUFFINGS OUTTA ADAm~~%&&&&**

Well, I hope I'm alive. If not, I think I have a small problem. Does
this being alive thing have anything to do with the bomb that went off in
the Olympic Park?
BTW, did anyone recieve the letter I sent to the list from the AT&T
center. It would have been under a completly different address than
mine, one provided by AT&T for trying out the internet through their
service.
Anyways, the bomb killed two people: a mother, and a Turkish camera man
who had a heart-attack while running to the scene, so the bomb didn't
actually kill him, it helped cause his death.
-Adam
--
"Have you talked to God recently?"
"Yes, and she's black."

"Do or do not, there is no try."

"From Chaos comes order."

"Live hard, die young, leave a good-looking corpse."

Date: Mon, 29 Jul 1996 20:54:41 -0700
From: Adam <doochina@datatek.com>
Subject: Re: A commentary

Adam wrote:
>
> Queen of Arangoth wrote:
> >
> > YOUR ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
> >
> > **HUGGLES THE STUFFINGS OUTTA ADAm~~%&&&&**
>
> Well, I hope I'm alive. If not, I think I have a small problem. Does
> this being alive thing have anything to do with the bomb that went off in
> the Olympic Park?
> BTW, did anyone recieve the letter I sent to the list from the AT&T
> center. It would have been under a completly different address than
> mine, one provided by AT&T for trying out the internet through their
> service.
> Anyways, the bomb killed two people: a mother, and a Turkish camera man
> who had a heart-attack while running to the scene, so the bomb didn't
> actually kill him, it helped cause his death.
> -Adam
> 111 people were hospitilized tho, and htat's a scary thought in itself.
-Adam
> "Have you talked to God recently?"
> "Yes, and she's black."
>
> "Do or do not, there is no try."
>
> "From Chaos comes order."
>
> "Live hard, die young, leave a good-looking corpse."

--
"Have you talked to God recently?"
"Yes, and she's black."

"Do or do not, there is no try."

"From Chaos comes order."

"Live hard, die young, leave a good-looking corpse."

Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 00:38:25 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
Subject: Departure....

*Under the guidance of Fireice, Simon sets several crystals into place on
what seems to be a control board before his throne... A low rumble is then
heard throughout the castle..*

*Outside*

*THe Massive Phoenix Castle spreads its huge crystalline wings, and slowly
rises into the Arangoth sky, the sunlight refeacting and reflecting off
its surfaces in a dazzling light display.. The golden column on which it
sat becomes a long trailing plumage of pure flame, and the Abyssal moat
that once surrounded the castle slowly shrinks, returning to the smooth
meadow it was before Simon's arrival... Higher and Higher, the castle
rises, then, with an earth-shaking runble, the castle flies over the Inn
and Castle black, a faint glint in the Castle's underbelly appearing
briefly.. A message cylinder dropping into the castle courtyard addressed
to AngelSin and BlkDragon..:

::My Friends, It pains me to have to leave in this manner, but, I can no
longer withstand nor tolerate the unending insubordination I am faced
with, not only by many citizens of Arangoth, but by many of its Lords of
Political Power as well.... I always have been, and always will be your
friend. Things have changed, Both of you have greatly changed since we
first parted, and, since our re-uniting, I have changed as well... Not all
changes seem to have been for the better, I daresay, and I need time away
to deal with them... You know where to find me.....

Simon Horus Phoenix.::

*The castle casts it's shadow briefly over the Pyramid of the Rose on its
way from the realm.... All over Asyr and Arangoth, a change can be felt in
its peoples, a separation of sorts.. In Castle Black, BlkDragon himself
suddenly feels an emptiness where a memory and a closeness once resided...
In the Pyramid of the Rose, No amount of Magical shielding, nor act of
resurrection can keep AngelSin from feeling something in her disappear..
Many others share this sudden loss, as if something once given has been
taken again....*

((And for those who don't give a Darn, My departure is the only gift I
grant.))

SimnFenix

Date: Mon, 29 Jul 1996 22:14:10 -0700
From: Adam <doochina@datatek.com>
Subject: Re: A commentary

Kerrinne Lynne Kl'ramordan wrote:
>
> >> Anyways, the bomb killed two people: a mother, and a Turkish camera man
> >> who had a heart-attack while running to the scene, so the bomb didn't
> >> actually kill him, it helped cause his death.
> >> -Adam
>
> I was supposed to be there that night...but my sister and I were too tired
> after watching track and field and went home. Thank God for that, huh? It
> was scary, but I'm going out there this Saturday...::smirks::...just let
> some jerk stop me. I'll come back from the dead and haunt them. ::giggles::
>
> ~Kerri's nutty mun
> Life is what you make it...so make it good. =)

I was at Track&Feild that day also. Just out of curiosity, did you see
me? I was on the field level, in the handicapped section sitting next to
my parents, my father whom was in an electric cart-type thingy since he
had polio and it's the only way he can get around. I was weraing
glasses, I have sorta curly/wavy brown hair down almost to my shoulders.
Ummm........ I don't have a clue what I was wearing....... Anyways, did
you see me?
-Adam
--
"Have you talked to God recently?"
"Yes, and she's black."

"Do or do not, there is no try."

"From Chaos comes order."

"Live hard, die young, leave a good-looking corpse."

Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 00:07:12 -0700
From: aliastra@ap.net
Subject: Re: A commentary

>I was supposed to be there that night...but my sister and I were too tired
>after watching track and field and went home. Thank God for that, huh? It
>was scary, but I'm going out there this Saturday...::smirks::...just let
>some jerk stop me. I'll come back from the dead and haunt them. ::giggles::
>
>~Kerri's nutty mun
>Life is what you make it...so make it good. =)

Kerri!! That's amazing!!! My mun wasn't there either.....Is that a
coinky-dink or what? ::giggles beneath her breath::

Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 03:15:35 -0400
From: "Kerrinne Lynne Kl'ramordan" <kerrinne@tiger.avana.net>
Subject: Re: A commentary

>
>I was at Track&Feild that day also. Just out of curiosity, did you see
>me? I was on the field level, in the handicapped section sitting next to
>my parents, my father whom was in an electric cart-type thingy since he
>had polio and it's the only way he can get around. I was weraing
>glasses, I have sorta curly/wavy brown hair down almost to my shoulders.
> Ummm........ I don't have a clue what I was wearing....... Anyways, did
>you see me?

I'm sorry Adam...I was up on the fourth level..and everyone on ground level
looked like ants. hehe. Had I realized you would have been there...I would
have looked for you. =)

::throws some ?????'s and !!!!!'s at Aliastra and her mun and giggles with
her:: <w> You nut....go to bed...

~Kerri's nutty mun
Life's what you make it...so make it good.

Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 05:11:13 -0500
From: Rue <deanna3@airmail.net>
Subject: Re: A commentary

Adam wrote:
>
> "From Chaos comes order."
>

Is that from the Recluce books? It sounds like something from
them...
--
Rue
http://www.io.com/~jimmie/kirsy/home.html

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

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Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 09:02:19 -0400
From: Roy Saba <bgsmith@intrex.net>
Subject: A silent return

This is just to inform you all, That I have indeed returned from my
journies, and hope to see you you all soon in the inn.

Shadrak MacAllister

Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 18:44:27
From: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (Queen of Arangoth)
Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..

First off I didn't say anyone couldn't RPG Damnit.. I'm getting real tierd
of this shit. I sent out an email to let people KNOW what I was talking
about, since I have emailed the same damn request over and over and over
again and alot of people dind't seem to understand.

> I have heard it said by a few who endorse the "closed story lines" (in
>order to defend their arguments about closing the SLs on the mail list),
>that the written story lines are not the same as role playing. Angel, I
>think we are all well aware at this time how to RP. Just as you get tired
>of "This whole magic crap and God pc is screwing with the storyline.." I
>too get tired of the assumptions that many of us are "God pcs wanting to
>screw with storylines".

NOR did I say ALL god pc's wanted to screw up the storyline.. I did not
generalize..i simply stated the FACTS. Those of who have come jumping into
the story etc.. happen to have been God PC's or magicians.

> I understand your position that you don't want your SL to be messed up
>but hey that's what life is about and thats what RPing is about too, good
>RPing anyway....We don't live in a bubble and neither do our PCs. That's
>what makes RPing interesting and exciting, not knowing what lurks around
>the corner from our actions or who will respond to our actions.

IN the email I sent there was an example I wrote..I KNOW people will
interact with the story I don't care..but when it comes to MUN vs PC
knowlege there I do care.. it takes creative RPG to get around Mun knowlege.

But when you bring it to the Inn, I, for one, am not in the Inn to
>be a captive audience member.

There are no captive member's... there are at least 10 different plots going
on in the Inn at once..I don't pay attention to all of them..I can't..I made
the Inn so I could roleplay in..I don't see anything wrong with asking
someone to please respect my roleplaying and not jump in with something that
could ultimatly not only change the plot but possibly end it when I'm not
ready for it to end.

I am there to RP...I *will* react to things
>that I find apropirate, just as the mun would react to something if she saw
>it, when she goes out ('cept she doesn't see as much action when she goes
>out :-) ) When you are in the Inn, SLs are up for grabs to venture into
>as one sees fit.

> Tell you what, if someone less experienced than yourself with RPing
>does something really lame, msg him/her and tell them that their "magic
>crap and God pc is screwing with the storyline". Treat each individual PC
>individually. But please, don't lump all the rest of us into the reject
>pile.

I HAVE done that and it obviously doesn't work..the reason I put this list
up is so that we could discuss stuff about the inn and stories..and that's
what I'm doing.

>I think the US and THEM attitude that I have witnessed in several
>people over the This-is-closed,-damn-it saga is alienating alot of people
>and beginning to annoy many more. It does wonders for a few egos, but over
>all, it is *not* something that will benefit the inn.

As I've stated before..it's got little to do with Roleplaying and NOTHING to
do with US and THEM but more with respect of another's ideas and
imagination.. take it for what you want though..for I see many people cannot
understand I'm making a simple request and are taking it the wrong way and
getting mad about it.

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AngelSin aka
Alysia Draconoris Muthoris Vostanoth
Queen of Arangoth
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Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 12:15:26 -0700
From: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: Storylines and how they work..

It has come to my attention that once again a plot has been sorta messed up..

As far as the whole Angel/Narisa/Dellila/Sun/Spectre/Blkdragon etc story
goes let me give you a hand on how this works

We have it set to CLOSED story line..that means if you want to post
something to it..you need to email the PEOPLE in the story with your
addition to see if it's ok..they will post it for you if it works

IN THE INN: LIVE ROLEPLAYING

MSG the people involved in the storyline FIRST before you start
roleplaying..ask them if it's ok if your character does this or that..

This whole magic crap and God pc is screwing with the storyline..

Dellila has powers..she's baaaaaaad...she cannot just be defeated by anyone
Angel has little powers at this point, she's pregnant and the spell from
dellila is still covering her and narisa blocking ANY magical interference
Narisa is human..no powers...(least none seen yet)
Spectre has powers..I don't know them all but he's just not another warrior
Sun'zen.. he has alot of powers..ESPECIALLY in his pyramid.. it's a very
powerful force..you can't just walk into it..And you cannot probe his mind
like that and have the answers to the WHOLE story.. not unless he ok's it
BLKDRAGON has lots of magic and is very strong..he's a big mean and very
pissed off dragon

The moral of this story?? AGAIN differinciate MUN knowledge and PC
knowledge.. you may be magic, you may be able to read minds, you may be able
to see visions, you may be able to leap a friggin building in a single bound
but REMEMBER you are NOT dealing with just average characters and you are
not the most powerful mage/wizard/whatever there is... use some imagination
in RPG..We don't want a quick ending to this story..we want creativity and
good stories to end it..

This is a very interesting plot goin on..Angel and Narisa that are back in
the Inn are the clones..they are IDENTICAL to the real ones except for thier
personalities that have been switched..and of course the SOULS that cannot
be duplicated..you can notice that something isn't right..but in
reality..would you right away jump to the conclusion that "THIS IS A
CLONE?!" no..you wouldn't...

If you want to RP in this just msg one of us..throw and idea past us and we
will let you know if it works...it's what we do with eachother and it's what
works and doesn't piss people off..

Thanks all..**huggles and shit**
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Queen of Arangoth
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Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 12:34:46 -0700
From: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: Re: A commentary OFFICIALLY OVER

YEs this subject is over..btw sylv..that was a great idea! I never replyed
to it sorry.. :)

>:::waiting for AngelSin to declare this string null and void...since it no
longer has the slightest resemblance to my commentary on storylines and
possible books :(
>
>~Syl~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play
them all.
>
>
>
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Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 12:39:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Syl <petal@earthlink.net>
Subject: Re: A commentary

At 05:11 AM 7/30/96 -0500, you wrote:
>
>
:::waiting for AngelSin to declare this string null and void...since it no longer has the slightest resemblance to my commentary on storylines and possible books :(

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

Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 16:26:05 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Hudson's Petting Zoo" <ehudson1@ic3.ithaca.edu>
Subject: Re: A commentary

Actually, there was an exchange in Blazing Saddles...
Howard Johnson: You know, Nietzsche (sp??) says 'out of chaos comes order.'
Samuel Johnson: Aw, blow it out your ass, Howard.

InsanEric

On Tue, 30 Jul 1996, Rue wrote:
> Adam wrote:
> >
> > "From Chaos comes order."

> Is that from the Recluce books? It sounds like something from
> them...

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Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 19:19:39 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Potts Cest' Evalion" <pottsce@foto.infi.net>
Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..

At 12:15 PM 7/30/96 -0700, Queen of Arangoth wrote:
>
>
>It has come to my attention that once again a plot has been sorta messed up..

Just my thought...but if you play the SL in the Inn, you are satisfying your
vorueristic needs to have ppl watch your SL. If it's done in front of
me...I'm gonna Role-play my character in turn. If it's Potts...hes gonna
sit back...glare a couple of times and chuckle. However, if it's Talis, and
he sees something that is offensive, he's gonna get involved, with or
without anyones permission. If somethings happening that offends my
character, my PCs wouldn't be coming up to yours and say..."Excuse me, do
you mind if I join in the fun" He's gonna jump in kicken some butt.

If you don't want ppl to get involved in SL's, or you want them to ask your
permission first, they should be done in private, not in the Inn. If it's
in the Inn, then anyone has the oppurtunity, and the right, to enter into
*any* SL.

The mun behind the Evil

Talis Wyrmsbane
Warden of Loreil
Protector of all that is Good
http://www.geocities.com/TimesSquare/4708
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Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 16:32:21 -0700
From: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..

I absolutly disagree potts...to get involved is ONE thing..but to use MUN
knowlege to screw up a plot is another... that is what I'm talking about..if
I have a character that's in the inn and is killing everyone, of course all
would jump in..What I'm talking about is the knowlege that one gets via this
list and using it in the inn... for example

A new character comes into the inn named broomhilda.

on the list it is announced by her mun that she is a wicked witch that is
coming to kill dulcina.

Everyone reads that post...getting into the story..then Joeblow sees
broomhilda enter the inn and jumps up and attacks her stating that he can
read her mind and knows she is there to attack dulcina.

get it?

>Just my thought...but if you play the SL in the Inn, you are satisfying your
>vorueristic needs to have ppl watch your SL. If it's done in front of
>me...I'm gonna Role-play my character in turn. If it's Potts...hes gonna
>sit back...glare a couple of times and chuckle. However, if it's Talis, and
>he sees something that is offensive, he's gonna get involved, with or
>without anyones permission. If somethings happening that offends my
>character, my PCs wouldn't be coming up to yours and say..."Excuse me, do
>you mind if I join in the fun" He's gonna jump in kicken some butt.
>
>If you don't want ppl to get involved in SL's, or you want them to ask your
>permission first, they should be done in private, not in the Inn. If it's
>in the Inn, then anyone has the oppurtunity, and the right, to enter into
>*any* SL.
>
>The mun behind the Evil
>
>Talis Wyrmsbane
>Warden of Loreil
>Protector of all that is Good
>http://www.geocities.com/TimesSquare/4708
> It's not just a web page, it's my own little hunk of Net
>
>
>
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Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 21:06:11 -0400
From: dshade@alpha.pulsar.net (Dave Soltys)
Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..

((Hmmm... thinks he should finally put his 1 and 1/2 sense in on
this mailing list since he has said little before.))

Concerning Pott's suggestion, it is understandable that when a
storyline enters into a live public roleplay that outside characters would
interact since it would be an open situation as in real life (ANd I feel its
the spirit of the freeform environment of BDI and the old RDI...)), but also
as Angel says it would be rude for someone to just say approach the clones
of Angel and Narsissa and find that they ARE clones and stab them to death
or somethin'.

I really hate when ppl play omniscient and figure they know
everything. It really does take the fun out of roleplays (And makes ya crave
the dice and level grap of the very structured TSR system.) When I usually
have god like characters for whatever reason, they usually never appear in
actual live rps much and seem to appear only in BIG plots. (Usually some
mentor type...) I try to play around those situations where it would ruin
roleplay fun and so try to play the character as little as live as possible,
but at times a plot might need some demigod type character to fill it out,
etc (Add to the mystery of the RPG).

Well thats my 1 and 1/2 cents on this for now...

DreamShade (aka DreamShde)
Player of Shadow and Light
Dreamweaver of the North

((Oh and the mun is Dave, Royal Pain in the Rear to his friends.))
"To see a world in a grain of sand, and a heaven in a wildflower."
-William Blake
"Reality is what you make of it." - Unknown
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." -Some wise old sage

Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 20:14:07 -0500
From: Mickey <kaejo@camalott.com>
Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..

At 07:19 PM 7/30/96 -0400, you wrote:
>
>
>At 12:15 PM 7/30/96 -0700, Queen of Arangoth wrote:
>>
>>
>>It has come to my attention that once again a plot has been sorta messed up..
>
>
>Just my thought...but if you play the SL in the Inn, you are satisfying your
>vorueristic needs to have ppl watch your SL. If it's done in front of
>me...I'm gonna Role-play my character in turn. If it's Potts...hes gonna
>sit back...glare a couple of times and chuckle. However, if it's Talis, and
>he sees something that is offensive, he's gonna get involved, with or
>without anyones permission. If somethings happening that offends my
>character, my PCs wouldn't be coming up to yours and say..."Excuse me, do
>you mind if I join in the fun" He's gonna jump in kicken some butt.

Blah....I don't have anything to say about alla that up there..

>
>If you don't want ppl to get involved in SL's, or you want them to ask your
>permission first, they should be done in private, not in the Inn. If it's
>in the Inn, then anyone has the oppurtunity, and the right, to enter into
>*any* SL.
>

Now THIS....I have a STRONG opinion on!.....I agree wholeheartedly, if it's
private, keep it that way! Don't go prancing around a ***PUBLIC*** place
and say "((Don't interfere))", lest you incur my wrath ::cackles insanely::

Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 18:49:55 -0700
From: aliastra@ap.net
Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..

Angel,
I have spoken my peace to a couple of people without going through the
mail list, but since it keeps rearing it's ugly head here on the mail list,
I feel it time to say a few words in public.
I have heard it said by a few who endorse the "closed story lines" (in
order to defend their arguments about closing the SLs on the mail list),
that the written story lines are not the same as role playing. Angel, I
think we are all well aware at this time how to RP. Just as you get tired
of "This whole magic crap and God pc is screwing with the storyline.." I
too get tired of the assumptions that many of us are "God pcs wanting to
screw with storylines".
I understand your position that you don't want your SL to be messed up
but hey that's what life is about and thats what RPing is about too, good
RPing anyway....We don't live in a bubble and neither do our PCs. That's
what makes RPing interesting and exciting, not knowing what lurks around
the corner from our actions or who will respond to our actions.
I agree with Talis' mun, if you want to keep it closed circuit and
just write to an audience within the mail list, then that's one thing, and
I can choose to simply not read the stories if I don't want to be a 'puter
potato. But when you bring it to the Inn, I, for one, am not in the Inn to
be a captive audience member. I am there to RP...I *will* react to things
that I find apropirate, just as the mun would react to something if she saw
it, when she goes out ('cept she doesn't see as much action when she goes
out :-) ) When you are in the Inn, SLs are up for grabs to venture into
as one sees fit.
Tell you what, if someone less experienced than yourself with RPing
does something really lame, msg him/her and tell them that their "magic
crap and God pc is screwing with the storyline". Treat each individual PC
individually. But please, don't lump all the rest of us into the reject
pile. I think the US and THEM attitude that I have witnessed in several
people over the This-is-closed,-damn-it saga is alienating alot of people
and beginning to annoy many more. It does wonders for a few egos, but over
all, it is *not* something that will benefit the inn.

Aliastra Gaia Archrelar Amon
Co-Commander ~Brotherhood of Light
Elder Council Member ~Mysts of Avalon

~*~ Live is too short to do everything...and too long to do nothing ~*~

Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 22:11:16 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Hudson's Petting Zoo" <ehudson1@ic3.ithaca.edu>
Subject: For Windows '95 users (fwd)

Here's another good one..

InsanEric

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---------- Forwarded message ----------
Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 14:50:47 -0500
Subject: For Windows '95 users

A joke, culled from the pages of "Playboy," September 1996, issue:

Shortly after Bill Gates was killed in a freak accident, he found himself being sized up
by Saint Peter. "Bill, this is a tough call. You've made great technological advancements with Microsoft, but you've also given us Windows '95. I think I'm going to let you choose between heaven and hell."
"That sounds fair," Gates replied. "Can I have a look at hell first?"
Saint Peter showed his guest a wonderland of sunny beaches, beautiful women, sumptuous food and an ideal climate. "If this is hell," Gates exclaimed, "I want to see heaven."
Saint Peter led the way through the billowy clouds filled with angels playing golden harps."Hmm," Gates pondered. "This is nice, but I think I prefer hell."
Two weeks later, Saint Peter went to hell to check on the billionaire. He found him shackled to a wall, surrounded by shooting flames and tormenting demons. "Saint Peter!" Gates cried. "This is awful! This is nothing like the hell I visited. What happened to that other place, the one with the beaches, the beautiful women and the delicious food?'
"Oh, that," Saint Peter replied. "That was just a demo."

Well, at least I laughed.

Alan Girton

Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 20:22:00 -0600 (MDT)
From: Stef <stefanie@rt66.com>
Subject: Gates...Bill Gates

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Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 22:34:34 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Bryan Hoag (EE)" <hoag@eng.usf.edu>
Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..

Having deleted the message for sake pf space, the current line of letters
should say a Lot about why Simon and his Cohorts have withdrawn from
Arangoth entirely.. The IC vs. OOC arguements, Interference, the "God PC"
Complaints.. (A problem I was working on.), and, I must admit Kaejo's
protest towards being asked not to interfere... These and many other
matters have made Arangoth a battleground Not for PC's, but for Clashing
personalities and Ideals....There always have been and always will be ppl
who do not initially understand that some permission should be asked
before joining a plot. Yes, in RL, people would jump in to help something
out, but, In RL, these people would Not be jumping in with knowledge of
everything.. ((Andie's PC vs. Mun knowledge.)) Threatening people who ask
others not to interfere shows not only a lack of respect, but a lack of
integrity and maturity as well... ((Kaejo's wrath.)) If we really want to
help things go smoothly, a little patience, an the ability to say "Time
out, let me explain something" is highly helpful.. ((A quality Sun`Zen has
shown me on many an occasion...)) Come on, People, take a few steps back,
have a drink, and relax a bit.. We're all in one big play, and we have to
follow a script whether we like it or not, whether we know the answers or
not.

Bryan, Simon's Mundane, and DM of the Phoenecian Empire

Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 22:05:13 -0600 (MDT)
From: Stef <stefanie@rt66.com>
Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..and I'm gone
Cc: Maruskk@pipeline.com, Darbengray@aol.com, RangerBlue@aol.com,
WrynBlue@aol.com

~To all friends and acquaintances of the Black Dragon Inn~ (which is a darn
lot of people) ;)...

This is going to be difficult for me to write this...I'm not
one to usually be front-line yelling about all the injustices of the world
and how things "should" or "shouldn't" be (except in my own world :) )...I
now face my fear of speaking my mind (which those of you who know me best
know I can do quite proficiently when my dander's up), possibly against some
of those who I have known in the RP world for quite awhile now....but things
have just gotten to a point on here where I can no longer enjoy being around
the inn..or around some of you.
First of all, before I start getting brutally honest here, I will
above all commend Andie on the wonderful job she did organizing this inn
together. I met Andie on AOL well over a year ago and we both share the
knowledge of how repressive those insufferable twits who call themselves
"RDI's" can be...well..*most* of them..I happen to know a couple who are
pretty nice. ;) So the concept of an inn...a community..on here was great
and I know she's worked her ass off and pulled out some hair getting stuff
straight and dealing with the daily BS that goes on here. It was wonderful
knowing I had a place to roleplay other than AOL with some new and familiar
faces...and it wouldn't be draining my bank account from month to month.
Andie...you've got it set up...quit stressing yourself out over it and enjoy
what you and everyone has helped create..and screw the hackers.
Anyways as time goes by, especially after I returned to online after
me and my husband's move this summer, a few things have *definitely* changed
on here. Maybe it's not for me to be the active voice in invoking change on
here...maybe it's not my place--I certainly am left feeling that way
sometimes....but I *do* know what makes me leave my computer each night
laughing to myself or feeling touched by a particular story I read...just
basically overall feeling good. And I definitely knows what makes me feel
like shit. Unfortunately, of late...I've been feeling plenty of the latter.
I think a large part of it is me..maybe I am burnt out from RPing
online...maybe I just need to go in a new direction with it. But I know alot
of it also has to do with the things I watch, hear, and read on here as
well. So I will just address a couple of things that i've seen, offer my
humble point of view, make my peace and go.
First of all...storylines. Man...talk about your double-edged sword.
On one hand..no one likes some pc just walking in, waving their magic wand,
and making all the ills of the world (or SL) right again. I mean..what's the
fun in that? Where's the sturggle? The interaction? If the real world were
such an easy place...I think it'd be pretty damned boring. Bryan..I am not
naming you to pick on you...but since you have been the focus of this issue
lately, I'll address you although I know there are *several* others out
there who play similar pc's whether they want to admit it or not. Bryan...I
had the pleasure of Rping with you before on AOL..and folks..despite
whatever he has done or not done on here..he was a *great* character on AOL.
I mean...as RedJasmyne, we played great together for a brief period of time
then we drifted our own ways as many pc's tend to do. I must admit...you've
changed somewhat since you've been on here..and I don't know why. Everyone
visualizes their character being 'perfect'...whether in skill, power, looks,
alignment,..hell..even inperfectedness. There's nothing wrong with making
your pc the best that it can be...but there is a fine line between acheiving
that and frankly being an overbearing god-like pc that might as well have
created the world, invented the cure for cancer, and thought up sliced bread
all in one day. Bryan...before you get all huffy about this, I also want to
add...on the other hand...as a roleplaying community, it is ideal for
everyone to help you maintain that balance..after all..that is one of our
functions to each other..check and balance (i.e. "Hey...I really like your
idea of kidnapping LordJoeBlow and turning him into a lizard for insulting
your travestite were/vamp-sweetie" or "Listen...I think stomping your foot
on the ground and blowing a trumpet out of your ass, causing the whole
kingdom of Asyr to collapse, and saving the Queen."the end" is a tad too
unrealistic..even for RP"). Honesty is the key people...if you can't take
the contructive criticism..it's time to move on..and on the flipside..if you
cannot offer *constructive* criticism (as opposed to totally flaming
someone)..then you need a new pasttime. Bryan, I personally apologize if I
have caused any hard feelings with you...good luck whereever you may go.
On the other hand... making storylines "exclusive"...I'm afraid I
both disagree and agree on various points. I have to side more with
Potts...if something is being played in a public inn, as far as I'm
concerned...it's open game to any and all pc's in that room. In my
opinion...if you absolutely don't want someone wandering over and asking
"Milady...may I be of assistance"..it's alot more time-saving just to go to
a private room with your players than to msg every single person that tries
to add their little part...or worse yet..ignoring them or being openly rude
as I have often seen done.
Do you know how it feels to be ignored? I sure do....I'm not expecting to be
named "Female PC PLayer" of the year..but I feel I can do a pretty
reasonable job of Rping. Which leads me to Pott's other point...it *is*
pretty redundant and silly to play any pc in a public room such as the inn
if you cannot naturally react to what is going on in the room...especially
if there *is* 10 or so SL's going on all at once. What are we...individuals
in little plastic bubbles with no contact with each other? Cardboard
figurines propped in chairs and along the bar as part of the scenery for a
few [players? To me...that is not roleplaying..that is merely having to
stand on the sidelines and watch the play and make smalltalk with other
sideliners who also so very much want to be in the script. A good roleplayed
story utilizes strengths and weaknesses of many characters...not a couple of
people who play multiple pc's just to fill out a single story. The "god"
factor aside, there is little to no risk in having different mixes of pc's
with different muns...it adds more flavor to the story and enriches it...and
it is always exciting to see the twists and turns a story takes as a result
of a collaboration of minds. :) To me it seems pretty hypocritical of some
people to say "Please ask permission before jumping into this story" but to
be guilty of doing the same thing themselves. I cannot speak for
Darren...but I certainly will speak for myself. When we started the Asyr
storyline, thanks to the generosity of two very talented writers, I've tried
to keep the story open...it was very exciting to play...then it somewhere
along the way got too systemized and "exclusive". I never did once say to
someone "You can't play because you didn't ask us first"...the only thing I
have done recently is request on behalf of the writers that the SL be ended
as they had requested. I personally didn't mind other groups jumping into
the Asyr SL as long as it maintained its integrity and I guess basically I
am trusting enough to assume they will..so I think in terms of that, please
try not to be so harsh on others who show an interest...beleive me..it's the
sincerest form of flattery next to being imitated...it means you are playing
a story well and attracting potential interest. When you kill the interest,
you eventually kill the atmosphere you are trying to create.
Okay...last gripe...ops. I don't want a part of them anymore..screw
'em. First of all...I don't even know why the hell I have them. Obviously I
do not actively use them (mostly out of fear for being yelled at for doing
so)..and even if I wanted to..I don't know how. Suzanna has been about the
only person who has truly made any kind of effort to educate me on the
intricities of bots and such (thanks Suz ;) ). The other night I was so
pissed..I just snapped off my computer and left the room (which is rare for
me to just do that to my modem and walk away). There was some jerk named
Tsar trying a takeover (which he succeeded in the arena for awhile) and I
was all ready to do whatever I could do to help. If being ordered "Just get
out of the arena" then being totally ignored is the function of an op...then
I *willingly* thumb my nose at the whole nonsense and toss it. I was not
questioning those in question to be a smartass...I truly just wanted to
understand..there might've been a future time and similar situation...I
merely just wanted to learn how to work in such a situation. I just thought
maybe I deserved a little more respect than that. Oh well...it's done
with..kindly deop me thank you very much.
*sigh* There..I feel a little better. Please keep in mind..this is
not a flame...not a standard "air my gripe" letter...this is my
goodbye..with my reasons and feelings behind it. I don't care if you
understand it or not, but if you do, it is much appreciated. I have to do
this...I am tired of the arrogant attitudes that are dividing us, I have
been fighting with with someone whom I love dearly as a close friend..over
what? Stupid ic stuff that somehow overlaps into OOC conversation. Ooh
yucky..I recommend that you don't go there...it just plain hurts. I just
wanted to state to this person again (and you know who you are ::winks a
periwinkle eye::) that I am truly sorry for anything harsh or mean I uttered
in the heat of argument...the words I often most regret, both saying and
hearing, are the ones that take the longest to heal.
I am not planning on leaving the IRC...fortunately I have had the
good fortune to know a few of the muns behind the pc's who I like immensely.
However...I am leaving the BDI as I know it and I am unsubscribing from the
lists (so those of you want to respond, send it privately..I certainly won't
be reading your praises and nastygrams on this list). I am pursuing an
on-line DM'd campaign with a good friend in September...I may look into
email RPG...and very definitely am in the process of joining SCA and doing
the real thing (for those of you wondering...SCA is not like ska...it's a
medieval roleplaying/reenactment kind of group with all the costumes,
trades, festivities, and weapons...fun stuff).
I thank those of you who I had the pleasure knowing IC as Tir`Aimee,
Laeral, Rhiannonn, or Jasmyne...and those of you that never gave me the
chance, I'm not even gonna justify it with a "screw you"...it just simply
doesn't matter to me anymore.
Best wishes and all that rot,

Stephanie aka Stef

(p.s.) For the two or three of you in suspense of my posted
story...Rhiannonn did indeed escape and gave birth to OneStab's
son...Thierry. Did she sacrifice it to the demons of the dark forces as she
darkly hinted at...or provide a safe and secret keeping for it? Your
hint.....Siobhanne helped deliver the child...and the child is alive and
well. Ciao! >:)

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Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 21:52:16 -0700
From: aliastra@ap.net
Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..

>First off I didn't say anyone couldn't RPG Damnit.. I'm getting real tierd
>of this shit.

::blinks:: I dont recall anyone saying otherwise

>I sent out an email to let people KNOW what I was talking
>about, since I have emailed the same damn request over and over and over
>again and alot of people dind't seem to understand.
>NOR did I say ALL god pc's wanted to screw up the storyline.. I did not
>generalize..i simply stated the FACTS. Those of who have come jumping into
>the story etc.. happen to have been God PC's or magicians.

I havent seen anyone jump into a closed SL. However, I repeat, if you have
seen this happen, msg them or talk to them privately about your dislikes
with them joining in on your SL. Personally, I find closed SLs to be
steril and uninteresting but thats my own personal feeling

>> I understand your position that you don't want your SL to be messed up
>>but hey that's what life is about and thats what RPing is about too, good
>>RPing anyway....We don't live in a bubble and neither do our PCs. That's
>>what makes RPing interesting and exciting, not knowing what lurks around
>>the corner from our actions or who will respond to our actions.

>IN the email I sent there was an example I wrote..I KNOW people will
>interact with the story I don't care..but when it comes to MUN vs PC
>knowlege there I do care.. it takes creative RPG to get around Mun knowlege.
>

I agree with you here Angel, and a good RPer will only RP off of what they
know to be true from what's in front of them at the time, not from what
their mun knows. However, keep in mind that a PC could have also seen your
strengths and weaknesses in the past and be legitimately playing off of
that knowledge, not the muns knowledge. *Treat each individual PC
individually*. As for interrupting a SL, if left to their own devises,
the good RPers will only interrupt when the SL calls to them to be a part
of it (without being told when to/when not to jump in), and will not intend
to ruin your SL....and the lamers won't listen to you when you request that
they not ruin the SL anyway. ::shrugs:: So just ignore them. If their
responses are that bad, no one with any RPing skill is gonna pay attention
to them anyway.

>>I think the US and THEM attitude that I have witnessed in several
>>people over the This-is-closed,-damn-it saga is alienating alot of people
>>and beginning to annoy many more. It does wonders for a few egos, but over
>>all, it is *not* something that will benefit the inn.

>As I've stated before..it's got little to do with Roleplaying and NOTHING to
>do with US and THEM but more with respect of another's ideas and
>imagination.. take it for what you want though..for I see many people cannot
>understand I'm making a simple request and are taking it the wrong way and
>getting mad about it.

This entire paragraph is where we are mainly in disagreement. It has
EVERYTHING to do with roleplaying and the segregationist attitude that has
been displayed is taking its toll on the mail list and the patrons of the
Inn. Several people have left the mail list because of this very reason.

No hard feelings intended here. Mun just couldn't keep mum any longer. :-)

Aliastra Gaia Archrelar Amon
Co-Commander ~Brotherhood of Light
Elder Council Member ~Mysts of Avalon

~*~ Life is too short to do everything...and too long to do nothing ~*~

Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 22:47:11 -0700
From: Adam <doochina@datatek.com>
Subject: Re: A commentary

Actually, think of it as a basic Chaos theory summed up.
-Adam
--
"Have you talked to God recently?"
"Yes, and she's black."

"Do or do not, there is no try."

"From Chaos comes order."

"Live hard, die young, leave a good-looking corpse."

Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 02:37:21 -0400
From: dshade@alpha.pulsar.net (Dave Soltys)
Subject: The Northern Plains (A dilema)...

((Within the walls of Dream's Northern Towering IceCovered Retreat))

The light cascaded through a stainglassed masterpiece catching fine
particles of dust in its multicolored hues filtering into a quite elaborate
room shelved with many books, housing an array of optical lenses,prisms, and
finely cut crystals hanging about, and showcasing a wonderful masterpiece in
its center. Upon a small raised marble gold-laden pedistal, a large
apparatus of the heavens, finely detailed with many colored orbs and firy
gemlike stars, crawled in an ever-changing revolving complexity of
mechanical and metallic precision. The astronomical mechanical wonder of the
heavens slowly laying out the courses of countless stars and planets with a
large golden orb centered upon which everything was affixed and whose base
rested within a small ebony glossy box which creaked and ticked with hidden
mechanical secrets.

A long slender, elvin hand moved with grace holding a fine feathered
quill marking symbols of a dead and ancient mathimatical art upon a fine
parchment. The elvin hand paused splattering ink across the neat markingss
as a slender, high-cheek boned pale face of elvin form yet seemingly alien
with its overbearing large marine blue eyes gazed up around the room which
look very tired and frustrated with large bags under his eyes. DreamShade
stared for awhile in a fuming frustration of inner conflict (who seldom
revealed his true nature to any at all, hiding behind a many face and story
(in the inn of course), only to feel safe within his residence) as his tired
gaze stared starkly at the revolving mechanical wonder. He stuttered and
grumbled staring back at the ink blot.. "WHY!? Tis its been so long an yet I
can nay figure it out... WHY! WHY? WHY!"

DreamShade turned back to his desk pulling forth a small flat iron
strongbox lay next to his scrolls. Opening the box, a red felt interior
snuggly held a large round carved stone disc which held a weaving and
twisting spiral and crossing of many lines. A pattern perfectly carved in
the dark, smoke colored marblelike stone with a nature that seemed to change
with each glance; a fractalized infinitety of a weaving curve keeping a many
secrets.
"I WILL HAVE THEE YET!! YEILD TO ME.... TIS ONLY TO FIGURE WHEN!!" cursed
and grumbled the slender elvin figure as he slowly traced the weaving line
of the pattern until he could follow nomore. Dream looked on again in a
frustrated, lost gaze.

"BAA!!"... Suddenly, Dream slammed the ironbox closed and stood
abruptly to face the mechanical wonder within the center of the room.
"Now... tis lets see again..." ...turning to the markings on his scrolls and
than back to the heavenly clockwork... "Ahh!... " ...a sleepy gaze
twinkled... "Mayhaps thee alignment be than of 2 cycles of the moon and a
three..." ...moved his slender elvin fingers tracing paths in the air within
the model heaven... "than thee red mystery should cross the path and enter
unto the gaze of the lion.... TIS a Seven heavenly alignment!" ...eyes
alighted with inspiration. "Now to see!" Dream placed his hand within the
black base to twist at a few hidden levers and dials as the mechanical
wonder swirled round and round until.... *CLANK, CRACK, AND SNAP*... Dream's
heavens collapsed before him as the moon collided with the red orb and
cracked the whole of the apparatus... "EEE! AI! ACK!" shouted Dream who
gabbered on in ancient curses. Standing for a silent pause with some stark
blank stare at the machine with eyes now alight with an inner blue fire, he
fumed from within. With a quick jolt and heave, he grabbed the mechanical
contraption knocking the pedistal to the floor with a loud crash and crack
and ran full-force toward the stained window. Blinding white light gave way
as Dream tossed the contraption through the colored glass. Staring down out
unto the white, bleak snowy ice-strewn shoreline far below, he hollared out,
"BAA! NAY YEE INFERNAL CHEAP HANDIWORK!! DAMN GNOMES NAY CAN MODEL WHAT YEE
DON'T UNDERSTAND!!..... OHHHH WHY!!!??... NOW TO WAIT FOR ANOTHER... AND TO
WHAT END!!??" Dream turned to the cracked pedistol with an insane stare, and
started pounding into it fuming within of many restless hours... "Tis nay
what I get for so much work?! Why?! To give my life away in here... many
months from thee realm and friends... and little contact... to fume and
ponder over the PAST!!!" Suddenly, he turned back to the window and ran
forth to raise a fist to the frozen ice-covered plain stretching to infinety
as his eyes locked on the small emcampment afar among a low stretch of rocky
hills and strange stone remains. "YEE ARE NAY GOING TO BEAT ME SO!! I WILL
LEARN THY SECRETS STILL!! TO DIG AND DIG UNTIL I FIND... I KNOW WHY I AM
HERE... TWAS FATE SET ME TO UNLOCK THY HIDDEN PAST!!...AND YOU WILL YEILD TO
ME YET!?... I WILL HAVE WHAT ONLY I HERE IN STORY AND LEGEND!!" Frustrated
with a great mental imbalance, he fell forth onto the window sill spilling
tears of sleepless insanity upon the stone surface freezing to the cold wind
without.

Just than, a loud, mumbled gibberish of language rang though the
room from beyond a doorway... "Sir Rhaellon Sir Rhael... "

((OOC, the past post and the next one or two will be a intro to some
plotseeds I am trying to throw 'bout... Probably composed of more than one
story in all... it will be open to alot of ideas... I have quite alot of
stuff written on my sputtering imagination and just throwing up alittle...
Will take any inquiry via email... right now though I will just feed this
story alittle because I am looking at Angel's plot and waiting to see where
that goes...))

DreamShade (aka DreamShde)
Player of Shadow and Light
Dreamweaver of the North

((Oh and the mun is Dave, Royal Pain in the Rear to his friends.))
"To see a world in a grain of sand, and a heaven in a wildflower."
-William Blake
"Reality is what you make of it." - Unknown
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." -Some wise old sage

Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 02:14:23 -0500
From: Rue <deanna3@airmail.net>
Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..

Dave Soltys wrote:

> Concerning Pott's suggestion, it is understandable that when a
> storyline enters into a live public roleplay that outside characters would
> interact since it would be an open situation as in real life (ANd I feel its
> the spirit of the freeform environment of BDI and the old RDI...)), but also
> as Angel says it would be rude for someone to just say approach the clones
> of Angel and Narsissa and find that they ARE clones and stab them to death
> or somethin'.

This is quite annoying... I have seen this way too many times, and this has
happened to me plenty of times... I often try to shift the plot I'm workin' on and use
the events to my advantage... That's something I have learned to do. I always plan out
the general idea (ISEA!) of the plot before I start it... But i never realize how it's
going to end until I'm ready to end it. The ideas are just so vague, that I HAVE to use
the events in the inn for the details. Such as with the Negaverse plot. All I started
with was Zoisite. A character. I had nothing for her to do. So I directed her for the 7
crystals. But how could I relate them to the inn? How could I let people know about
them? And she gained an intrested in Lysira because of the crystals in Lysira's hair (i
know it's lame, but it works. And I was only there for 'bout 3 weeks.). I believe that
this is not only the first time I met Sira, but that was the beginning of a major plot
of mine.

With the current plot. I am currently writing a book right now, and this plot is
helping me do so. The original plan was for Aylaishia to be the antagonist. But after a
bit of shifting, and some inspirations, Isea came into being, and Aylaishia was shifted
to one of the protagonists. Tonight for example... I had to make sudden changes,
rewriting a lot of it, since the fact that Aylaishia's past has been revealed to half of
the inn and I didn't plan on that until another time. And the spell on Arianeira has
been broken (I think), which I didn't plan on happening either.

> I really hate when ppl play omniscient and figure they know
> everything. It really does take the fun out of roleplays (And makes ya crave
> the dice and level grap of the very structured TSR system.) When I usually
> have god like characters for whatever reason, they usually never appear in
> actual live rps much and seem to appear only in BIG plots. (Usually some
> mentor type...) I try to play around those situations where it would ruin
> roleplay fun and so try to play the character as little as live as possible,
> but at times a plot might need some demigod type character to fill it out,
> etc (Add to the mystery of the RPG).
> That's what Aylaishia is right now. I try to avoid fights with her, and I only
talk, which I enjoy a WHOLE lot with this character, because I enjoy speaking with
puzzles. To this time, I can count only 2 major fights that Ayla has gotten into... Ayla
vs. Deth, and Ayla vs Arianeira. And I talked to the muns and we had planned out the
endings of the fights.

What I tried to do, was tried to get as many people as I possibly could involved
into my plot. Now I have people siding with Rue, with Ayla and with Isea.

To my point. I like for RPGs to have a lot of people. When I went to the Battle
Games camp out, we played a game of Rifts, and a game of AD&D. Both games had about 8,
10, 11 people in 'em... And they were SO much fun because of all of the variety in 'em!
I mean, in the Rifts game we had all of these generic characters... But then a giant
blue guy and a giant canary... I don't know what they are, but those were the names we
called 'em. If you leave it like that, you leave out the variety... I finally got
annoying to me that the only people in my Negaverse plot were Jimmie, Adam, Kevin (Mal),
and I, so I started gettin' sick of it. *shrug*

--
Rue
http://www.io.com/~jimmie/kirsy/home.html

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

"I've come here for a purpose," he said to her. "I'm looking for someone. A little girl.
Her age would be seven, maybe eight gates. She is called Rue."

Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 01:16:08 -0600
From: onestab@rmci.net (OneStab)
Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..

My few comments.

Unfortunately, I feel somewhat responsible for the "exclusionary" RP
problem. The Asyri/Arangoth line was never intended to be "closed." Though
somehow that idea was conveyed. Nevertheless, I did write the first "you
need permission to play" letter. In this case, it was simply because *I*
was under oath to protect a copywrite. This permission only applied to
Asyri characters. Anyone and everyone was welcome to kick Xandur in the
teeth when he came to the inn. :)

I am utterly opposed to the direction the "exclusions" have taken.

Potts is precisely correct, if you do not wish others involved in the line,
for heaven's sake, do NOT go into the inn and play the line. Live RP is
supposed to be filled with other's involvement, their characters changing
and evolving lines as they develop. Otherwise, you are RPing a script.
Scripts are better written here on the list. Live RP writes the script..
real time.

I hear time and again how God PC's are loathed for their intervention. It
is true, there are players that game on a "sitcom schedule" (ie. all
problems must be stated and solved in 22 mins, leaving 8 for words from your
sponsor.) However, there are ways to RP around intrusions, and, if a player
in particular annoys you... that little ignore feature works great.

For the record, I will not engage again in any situation that requires
membership restriction in any way. Many thought me overbearing and
controlling in the Asyr line. In fact, I was simply protecting the
wonderful authors that allowed me to bring their story to live RP with
Xandur. This responsibility I did not take lightly. The authors took a big
risk bringing the line to live RP.

I tried to make the line as open as possible while maintaining my word to
them. Several intruiging offshoots did develop.. for those who felt
"excluded" I am sorry you felt so, but those feelings are not soundly based.
The line was stated as open for all current character participation on
several occasions. Only new Asyri characters required an okay.

That asside, I re-iterate my contempt for playing a closed line in the inn.
This is billed as an Free Form Gaming area... If characters are not allowed
(or need permission) to react to events happening in the inn where they
are.. Your line does not belong in the Inn but a PR or the boards. If you
cannot RP around interventions, perhaps your own ability (not those around
you) needs honing.

One last word to those wishing to intervene in any line. While it is indeed
a free form area, common courtesy demands you ask before acting in a way
that may alter another's line significantly. Offering aid and support IC is
fine... just jumping in and saving the day is bad form. Expect to be
ignored when performing a "hero from the phone booth" role. Someone went to
alot of trouble to write a line starring their character(s), not yours. If
the authors are decent, they have opened the door for extras and even other
stars to alter the course of events.. But no one spends creativity creating
IC puzzles so you can solve them with a "Ronco Hydrogen Bomb and Potato
Peeler" wave of the wrist.

With Respect,
Darren

Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 02:22:19 -0500
From: Rue <deanna3@airmail.net>
Subject: Dulcy's pic!

this is on the ftp site, but since Stef's attachment with this pic worked so
well... I thought it would be better on here... The gif is about 100K.
This is a picture I sketched of our dear Dulcina for my Fundamentals of Drawing
class. I do not know the grade, but it's one of a set of four. The original picture was
a profile of Rue. Then I had to morph it into other faces. So I got Isea, Dulcina, and
Taeylea all from that one picture. Enjoy!

Attachment Converted: C:\earthlnk\eudora\Download\Dulcy.GIF
From ???@??? Tue Jul 30 19:57:28 1996

Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 00:49:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: starcry@earthlink.net
Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..

I have listen and read ever single post on this subject from other
players...and i noticed that as far as i could tell, Angel's post mentioned
nothing about who can and can not RP.

My only comment on all of this is, this:

Mun knowledge is that Mun knowledge. And PC knowledge is PC knowledge.

If you can not tell the difference then i suggest you step back, and
relearn everything about RP. Fore it makes no since to set up a storyline,
rather it is closed or not in the mailing, only to have some PC meet you in
the Inn, and automatically know everything about the stroyline, even though
that particular PC has had no involvement in the SL in the mailing list.
That is plain and simply wrong.

Jumping into a SL, i think is fine in the Inn, since that is where the main
plots of many SL's are finished, but not all in one session, nor in under 2
hours either.

Point of example: {and i hate to bring this up} Moonbeam used MUN knowledge
or what is called GOD PC powers, and immediately linked Sun`zen to Angelsin
and Narisa, who have just returned from escaping from Dellila, trekking
across the desert, and finally coming home...Moon, jumped Sun the moment he
walked into the Inn, and challenged him to tell why is soul or whatever is
linked into AngelSin and Narisa....and then tell him she wants the full
truth of why these two are fakes, and why he's involved in them...and then
she comes across like a Damned God threatening to RIP his mind asunder to
gain the truth, and there is nothing he can do???, come on, that is pure
BS...and I <Sun`zen> RPed the entire scene as if she was a loon, and he
hadnt the foggest idea what she was talking about...and he bidded her good
day and left....Well what did Miss GOD MoonBeam do, she turns around and
Kidnaps Isis <who didnt want to become involved with the SL> and drags her
off out of the Inn...trying to force Sun`zen to come and rescue her, so
MoonBeam can RIP his mind asunder, and gain the truth as to why there is a
fake Angelsin and Narisa, and where the real ones are.....That entire scene
with that is nothing but PURE BULLSHIT!!!! and I am sorry if some of you
disagree with my feelings on these...but i can not see a on how Moon can
immediately know by just recently meeting Angel and Narisa that they are
fakes...fine she can look at their souls...but what does a soul look
like...well as i explained to Angel about the clones...they acted
differently, Angel acts like Narisa, and Narisa acts like Angel...each is
identical in every way to both the real ones, including all memories, up to
the point just before seeing the Pyramid...they remember falling asleep and
then waking up in a sandstorm that lasted for several days, which they
treked thru and finally made it back to Arangoth....I am just really pissed
off that almost in one entire Day a PC automatically knows everything, links
Sun`zen too it all, and then turns around, and runs his name thru the mud to
ever single PC in the Inn that they can see....heck there are PC's in the
Inn that have never meet Sun personally, and already what to cause him pain
because of Moon's actions.

I am sorry if i have hurt anyones feelings by what i said, how i said it,
but that is how i feel...and I will state this...Sun`zen has never used Mun
knowledged about anyone in the Inn...i RP him true to his alignment,
lifestyle, and his abilities, and if anyone has a problem with that, tough
shit! Because if i have to go thru another totally BS shitty scene like i
did today...i am gone...of course several of u will throw a party, but i
dont really care.

****Also, i am tired of being an OP in a channel were i am told what to do,
and when i do something i thought the OP was supposed too do..i get balled
out...i am sorry...i will not name names, that is pure nonesense to
do...Angel, Jimmie, Sylvia, Mickey, RUe, i thank you for the ability to be
OP...but I formerely request that that Title be removed as soon as
possible...i am tired of it..Thanx****

Signed:
-Sun`zen(aka. Jul`Kair, aka.Sun`Dragn, aka. Sunaj)
Champion of BattleFest '96
....Long Live the BlkDragon*Inn in all its Glory.
-starcry(aka. Stefhan, the mun)
-Grumble(dwarf..."Hey what you looking at you Walking Talking Tree!!!")

Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 05:58:22 -0400
From: "Kerrinne Lynne Kl'ramordan" <kerrinne@tiger.avana.net>
Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..

Well....::blinks after reading all her mail:: I must say that there are
some valid points. But I'd like it to be known (because I don't think it's
just me) that I have basically ceased to RP on the internet (AKA Arangoth).
I find the closed story-line thing...the mun's getting upset over a piece of
e-mail, and being ignored less than fun. That's part of the reason why I
started RPing...was to have fun. I will most likely be continuing my RPing
on AOL for the most part. I have less problems there than I ever could
here. I know that if I, personally, came across this place called RhyDin I
would think it snubish and very much leaning to the "socially elite" and
probably move one. So, since my characters were made taking different
aspects of me...I figure they'd probably do the same.

Now, as for mun knowledge and all that crud....well....I have about seven
characters right now...and half are in light guilds...half are in dark
guilds...and it's funny how my pc's never know any info about the other
unless found out by another source. But alas, the opportunity to prove
myself (which I *shouldn't* have to do) to be a "good" Role-Player (whatever
that means) was never given here. I think the only reason I remain on this
list is due to the fact that several of my friends and ppl who I *love* to
RP with are on it. They accept me and my characters without having to prove
myself...and are NOT afraid to let me get involved in their SL's.

::feels better now that she's said what she wanted...but wonders how it
sounds at 6 in the morning...ugh::

~The Nutty Mun~
Kerrinne/Keelia/Korrina/Lixand/Etc...

"Life is what you make it...so make it good."

http://www.avana.net/pages/personal/karrinne/
~The House of Ivory Home Page~

Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 09:22:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: maxx5@cyberg8t.com (Sara)
Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..

::steps up to the plate, a bat in one hand and two pennys in the other::

::clears her throat:: Ok Folks. Here it is, my two cents. ::digs her feet
into the dust, then smacks the bat against her foot several times, and hefts
the stick against her shoulder::

First! I am new to RPing on the Net. ( I was on AOL for several years ) I
came because several very close friends with amazing imaginations were here
and asked that I join them. It has taken quite a while to adjust to the
differences between AOL and the Net. They are by no means bad differences,
but they are differences none the less. I've struggled with establishing my
characters. I've been accused of being a "God PC" I've had a character in
the Inn insult "ME" OOC through his character. I've tryed to follow the
"rules" as I knew them. I've been corrected by Ops. Which is fine with
me, as a newcomer... I've WANTED to know how things work here. Angel has
been more than gracious answering my questions OOC through the mail and I
appreciate that. But, as a newcomer to the BDI, I am discouraged with
what I've seen. Both in this list, and in the Inn itself. I've never
considered myself a fabulous RPer. I make mistakes. My characters make
mistakes. That's how we grow. That's how we learn. As an old Rhydin-ite,
I did my best to help the "newbies." Without children, the race dies. So
many talented people are out there, and if they are not taught when they are
curious.... we will loose them. That seems such a shame, when our world can
be enriched by those who bring new and intersting perspectives to things. I
suppose what I'm saying is..... have some heart for those who are new and
old alike. RPing should be enjoyable. This is our play time. This is our
heart. Don't let those who have brought so much joy to you, leave in
anger. And don't let those who are new, get discouraged with the
possibilities that they can't ever play with the "big kids."

::tosses one of the pennys in the air and swings::

Second! Storylines... Storylines..... open? closed? Geez! What a mess.
The argument goes back and forth, coming full circle and then beginning
again. I offer no solutions. I'm not sure there *is* a solution.
However... ::flips the last penny over in her hand:: perhaps a little
respect for each other would go a long way. I realize by saying that, a
few of you will feel insulted and rally to aid each other in bashing me.
But, I *have* seen you care for each other. I've read every letter in my
mail box for the last few weeks. I know there is a close knit group here
and you are all very stubborn in your own ways. That's as it should be.
All I'm saying is we should respect each other and what we chose to do with
our characters. If you want to close your storyline so that you can write
to your hearts content and have more control over what happens... So be it.
If you wish to leave your story open and let others toss their hats into the
ring..... So be it. "Let he who is without sin, cast the first stone"

::tosses the last penny in the air and swings away::

Sara ~ The Mun/Mom~

Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 10:01:06 -0700
From: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..

Thank you Sylv..that's all I was trying to say and explain..at least now I
know someone got it and I was maybe making sense :)

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AngelSin
Queen of Arangoth
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Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 13:03:12 -0400 (EDT)
From: Syl <petal@earthlink.net>
Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..

:::peeks in and then steps in slowly, not sure what she has to say is going to make anyone angry or what, but decides to say it nonetheless:::::

I have read all 20+ letters this morning regarding storylines and plots in the inn and on this list. I would like to say that some of you are reacting without seeing Angel's point I think. Her point, and Sun`zen's....and just about anyone else's on this list and in the inn is and should be...when there is a storyline going on...it was created to achieve something. If you want to become involved in a story on the list...what is wrong with sending your contribution to the person who sent out the original story first? then they can add it to theirs or not without the story going in a direction they never intended for it to go in the first place. As far as the roleplay in the inn...it is wonderful when others jump into the plots and have fun with it...BUT (you knew that was coming didn't you?) stories on the list tell EVERYTHING...and in the INN sometimes you should not be able to know the everything that was told on the list. Confused? let me explain...using Angel's example o!
!
nce
more.
:::Brunhilde enters the inn and sits quietly in a corner watching Dulcina:::: (now you have read on the mailing list the beginning of this story how Brunhilde makes plans to kill Dulcina)
::SirJoeBlow looks at Brunhilde and screams, "You are under arrest for plotting the murder of our good Dulcina!":::
Excuse me...but where did SirJoeBlow see Brunhilde do anything but walk into the inn and sit quietly watching Dulcina work? Do you understand and see the point that I am making? RPing and reacting to what goes on in the inn is and should be slightly different from what you have read and know from the story on the mailing list.
OK carry on...now that I have completely confuzzled everyone but myself I am done :) ENJOY your day :) please drive through.
~Syl~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.

Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 11:13:03 -0700
From: Andie <Andie@bnbcomp.net>
Subject: Some humor

Now, this is JUST a joke..I have AOL too so no one get mad at me..

>>>> Diary of an AOL User
>>>> =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
>>>>
>>>> july 18- i just tried to connect to america online, which ive heard is the
>>>> best online service i can get. i cant connect, i dont know what is wrong.
>>>>
>>>> july 19- some guy at the tech support center says my computer needs a
>>modem. i
>>>> dont see why. hes just trying to cheat me. how dumb does he think i am?
>>>>
>>>> july 20- i bought the modem. i couldnt figure out where it goes. it
wouldnt
>>>> fit in the moniter or the printer. im confused.
>>>>
>>>> july 21- i finally got the modem in and hooked up. that three year old
next
>>>> door did it for me.
>>>>
>>>> july 22- that three year old kid next door hooked me up to america online
>>for
>>>> me. hes so smart.
>>>>
>>>> august 2- i just read this post called make money fast. im so excited im
>>going
>>>> to make lots of money. i followed his instructions and posted it to every
>>>> newsgroup i could find.
>>>>
>>>> august3 - i just made my signature file. its only 6 pages long, so i will
>>have
>>>> to work on it some more.
>>>>
>>>> august 5- i was asking where to find some information about something.
some
>>>> guy told me to check out ftp.netcom.com. ive looked and looked, but i cant
>>>> find that group. hes so dumb.
>>>>
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*******
For bnbcomp's home page go to http://www.bnbcomp.net
For the Roleplayers out there..check out
http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm
Roleplaying arena!!

Andie Malvino
Title: I do EVERYTHING here!

Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 15:23:51 -0400 (EDT)
From: Galliard <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu>
Cc: BlackDragon <BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net>
Subject: Storylines, blah, blah, blah

Hi, y'all!

Not to be redundant here, but wasn't this whole closed-SL
argument thing what I mentioned almost two weeks ago? (Re: A complaint
from Not-Steve) I happen to notice that some of the people who jumped my
case then are now arguing the exact same points I did then. [Sarcasm
Mode on] Boy do *I* feel vindicated! [Sarcasm Mode off] Anyway, since I
stated my views on this two weeks ago, I'll not do it here again. Just
to let you know, Wolfie`/Brenlyn will not be appearing in the inn for
quite some time... Consider him off to renew his ties with Gaia and
search for more garou. Julie, I'm sorry to place our story with Nallie
on hold, but I can't seem to find much joy in being in the inn
recently. Maybe someday I'll be back. Maybe not. If anyone wants to
respond to me personally, I can be reached at any of the three email
addies listed below. I Haven't decided whether or not to unsubscribe to
the list yet, so write me, not the list if you wish to respond. I'll
enjoy getting mail that is directed to me personally for a change, as
well. I get precious little of that these days.

Sincerely,

Chad Hastings, aka Galliard

Shameless Plug: Read my X-men Fan Fiction Story entitled "Bones of
Contention" at

http:/gwis2.circ.gwu.edu/~hawk/fanfic.html

email addies:

gsi00811@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu
gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu
Galliard@FreedomNet.com

Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 12:25:23 -0700
From: aliastra@ap.net
Subject: Re:Storylines and Sara ~the Mun/Mom~

>
>
>Sara ~ The Mun/Mom~

::looks around in horror and wonders if Ana's mun is going to send her to
bed early tonight...or worse yet, force her to stay up to watch reruns of
The Three Stooges. Realizing that Sara is not *her* mun, she smirks:: So,
Sara, got any good Stooges videos you want to show to Ana?

Karen

~*~ Life is too short to do everything...and too long to do nothing ~*~

Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 13:21:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: maxx5@cyberg8t.com (Sara)
Subject: Re:Storylines and Sara ~the Mun/Mom~

>>
>>Sara ~ The Mun/Mom~
>
>::looks around in horror and wonders if Ana's mun is going to send her to
>bed early tonight...or worse yet, force her to stay up to watch reruns of
>The Three Stooges. Realizing that Sara is not *her* mun, she smirks:: So,
>Sara, got any good Stooges videos you want to show to Ana?
>
>
>
>
> Karen
>
>
> ~*~ Life is too short to do everything...and too long to do nothing ~*~

Hmmmmmm???? Why did I *know* you would respond to this? ::points down the
hallway:: Go to your room young lady! ::slips her a "Stooges Do Dallas"
video and grins:: I'll bring the popcorn! Oh Lynn? You can come too.
::winks::

From: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (Queen of Arangoth)
Subject: The Torture begins...
Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 22:03:39

((Rated R))

::Angel moans as she tries to open her eyes...as she does she tries to focus
through the blur that is before her. Several minutes later she manages to
focus and notices she's no longer in the cell. She tries to lift her hand
to touch the soreness that covers the right side of her face but can't. She
looks down to see she is tied to a wooden pallat, standing straight up.
"What in the nine hells?" she whispers

::He watches her from accross the room. His beady eyes soaking up the
target in front of him. 'Mistress will be please when i am thru' he thinks.
He walks out of the shadowed corner of the room and approaches Angel. She
looks up noticing him and he grins wickedly as her eyes widen. "Now pretty
lady..I wants ya to scream reeeaal loud"

::Angel glares at him trying to wriggle her way free:: "Where is my
sister?!" she demands.

"I havn' gotten ta her yet missy, but don't worry. I'll take Gooood care of
her" he smiles wide revealing his black and yellow teeth.. He holds in his
hand a large black leather whip and snaps it on the wood next to angel's
arm. She jumps slightly but doesn't take her eyes off him. She tilts her
chin up as if daring him to do his task.

::In a quick stroke he lifts the whip above his head and brings it down with
a thundering crack. It lashes accross Angel's chest ripping into her dress
and burning into her skin. The blood trickles down the verticle wound and
she bites her lip.

::He brings his arm up again and repeats the blow. He continues to strike
her over and over, tearing her dress to shreds as the blood runs down her
skin. The entire time she doesn't speak.. She just watches him with tears
rolling down her cheeks, and hatred in her eyes::

****************************************************************************
********************
In another part of the keep:

::Narisa lays weeping in a small room..She had walked around the room
several times trying to find an escape but had failed. No windows, just a
single door which would not open no matter how hard she tried. She drifts
off into a shallow slumber. An hour later she jolts awake by the sound of
the door opening. She jumps up and backs into the wall::

::He grins as he walks in:: "Now now lil' miss..don't make this hard on me"

"Leave me alone!" She cries "Where is Alysia! I want to know what you have
done to my sister!"

"I've taken good care o' yer sis' don't ye worry.. now it's time ta give ye
yer punishment" ::he walks slowly to her unbuckling his buckle and pulling
it from his waist.. he throws it to the side of the room. He then removes
his shirt and throws it aside.

"Wh...at are ye doing?! Stay away!" she tries to back away further.

"Shut up ye little chit..yer gonna be real still or I'll slit yer throat
right now"

::her eyes widen and tears fill her eyes. She pushes herself as far back
into the wall as she can::

::He is almost to her and he reaches out to grab her::

::She closes her eyes real tight::"Our father who art in heaven......"
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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: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 15:44:29 -0700
From: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: Back in the damn desert..

::Angel and Narisa begin to follow the girl around the pyramid when suddenly
the lights in the pyramid flicker and they are suddenly spinning. A few
minutes later they both are standing in the middle of the desert..

"What the...?" Angel looks around seeing they are out in the middle of the
desert again..the sun blazing down on them.

"What happened? Oh godz Alysia! It was a mirage!" Narisa starts to cry

"If that's so Nar, why are we still in these clothes?" Angel points to
Narisa's genie type outfit.

::Narisa stops crying: "oh..now what do we do?!"

"Ye come with me!!" a voice bellows behind them.

::Angel and Narisa spin around to see one very ticked off Dellila sitting on
top of a horse.

::Angel thinks:: Oh thanks pyramid people for dumping us here!

::Dellila waves her hands and Angel and Narisa are encased in a strange
myst. Then suddenly they both are standing in a dark damn dungeon::

::Dellia appears before them. Now dressed in solid black::"You won't escape
me this time little chit's..Ye are in MY keep now and nothing can penetrate
these walls...I have just found out that that idiot Xandur got himself
killed..and the Asry lost the damn war. Ye two will pay for ruining my
plans!!!"

::Inside Angel sighs with relief..and joy:: "What do ye plan on doing with
us Dellila?"

::Dellila walks up closer to Angel and grins:: "Send ye both to hell bitch!"
with that she punches Angel , catching her jaw with her fist and knocking
her to the ground. Narisa screams and Dellila turns, she puts out her arms
and narisa vanishes.

"Narisa!" Angel yells trying to stand back up.

"Silence!!" Dellila punches Angel again knocking her against the wall. Angel
glares and throws a punch of her own connecting with Dellila's mouth and
then drawing blood. They both continue the fight, each getting in punches ,
then Dellila holds up her hands and shoots a blast of energy at Angel. Angel
flies against the wall and is instantly knocked out.

::Dellila seethes as she touches her bloody lip..the blood and wound
vanishing as she does so:: "This will be most pleasurable making ye two suffer"

::With that she vanishes into another part of the keep::
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********
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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OTHER E-MAILS NOT FROM THE MAILING LIST
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Date: Fri, 5 Jul 1996 22:14:13 -0700 (PDT)
To: palpatine@earthlink.net
From: "D'Arque Bishop" <drkbish@blkbox.COM>
Subject: The phone number lists.

Brad,

At the last session, Malinda made up copies of everyone's phone number and
email address. However, Shawn immediately erased it off of her computer
right after she printed them. This right here is the list, but it also
includes homepages, where applicable.

Jeff: home phone: 713-288-1064
data phone: 713-355-1237
email: chronos@earthlink.net
homepage: http://home.earthlink.net/~chronos

Lars: home phone: 713-379-4308

Shawn: home phone: 713-288-0256

Alex: home phone: 713-350-1779
email: maripaul@tenet.edu

Chris: home phone: 713-350-2866

Michael: home phone: 713-251-0773

Scott: home phone: 713-355-5089
secondary phone: 713-350-9162
email: drkbish@blkbox.com
homepage: http://vampire.ecnet.com/~drkbish

Malinda: home phone: 713-350-4666
email: siatum@earthlink.net

I hope this helps you...

--Scott
============================================================================
=====
"Do you see the smile in my words, sad and evil? Sad because
I am utterly alone. Evil because I am dead and yet I live.
Can you hear me? Listen. A dead man visits you."
-- James O'Barr, The Crow

D'Arque Bishop -- drkbish@blkbox.com
http://vampire.ecnet.com/~drkbish

"For a dark man shall come unto the House of God, and the
darkness shall be upon him; yea, even within him."
-- from Noctropolis: Night Vision
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Date: Mon, 15 Jul 1996 11:02:20 -0700 (PDT)
To: palpatine@earthlink.net
From: Malinda Brown <siatum@iceland-c.it.earthlink.net>
Subject: Roleplaying

Brad we are trying to have a roleplaying session at my house
tomorrow night, July 16,1996. I need you to call me voice or e-mail me on
your status on whether or not you can come. Lars can't make it so Jeff will
be playing his character, if someone else can't make it we'll have to
rescheldule for next week sometime.

----------------------------------------

Siatum of the Eternal Flower.....

"What did you call me? Siatum bitch???!!!"

http://home.earthlink.net/~siatum/
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Date: Thu, 25 Jul 1996 10:52:48 -0400
From: RangerBlue@aol.com
To: stefanie@rt66.com, kylus@soho.ios.com, merikus@ix.netcom.com,
dragonmlf@usa.pipeline.com (ldymirl), Maruskk@usa.pipeline.com,
Syra3@concentric.net, Lysira@nwlink.com, Stormcrest@worldnet.att.net,
hydra@mnsinc.com, zielonka@.ix.netcom.com, jdbush@primenet.com,
campbell@ilinks.net, mkjl@earthlink.net, Dee@southwind.com,
starcry@mindspring.com, fitz@compuserve.com, Rue@iadfw.net,
Lan@utah.edu, Palpatine@earthlink.net
cc: BuzzVampyr@aol.com, DarbenGray@aol.com, DragonTayI@aol.com,
Goldendust@aol.com, Merikus@aol.com, RangerBlue@aol.com,
SirCathay@aol.com, Swiftsilvr@aol.com, Tyntigal@aol.com,
Vettexx@aol.com, RosesBlush@aol.com, WrynBlue@aol.com, Vahnia@aol.com,
Pottsce@foto.infi.net, Onestab@rmci.net, LordKamm@aol.com
Subject: Spires log

Hearty Adventurers,

This letter something of an IC and OOC mix. I normally do not do such,
but the occasion demands. Attached is the Spires combat log of the
events of 07/20/96. Took me a few days to get it put together from
multiple rooms, and edit a bit, to include a rudimentary spell check.
It is a good tale, and I hope you all enjoy it.

Some points brought up during it. Magic. The reason for limiting magic
is that in truth, most do not know its proper use. They see it as an
infinite, all powerful, tool for every imaginable event. Something
like a Ronco pocket hydrogen bomb and potato peeler. Not all do such,
but many if not most do. Little point in the entire scenario, if one
person need only wave his/her staff and say "Shablamm" and all bad
guys dead..all treasure recovered..all dead friends back..and dinner
ready. Think of magic more like active sonar on a submarine. Ping with
it and you might get a result, or you might detected and then creamed.
Also, it should be noted that *every* mage it seems is all powerful
and all seeing and all whatever... Some of this you see in the log.
So, to preclude comparisons of who's magestaff is the bigger, we
limited magework entirely.

We know that you are unused to working in the groups you worked in,
and some friction came of this. Please read the logs in these areas
and consider. The group dynamics shown alone are fascinating. Things
did, after their fashion work themselves out, and people unused to
each other, did manage to work together reasonably well. This is
*very* difficult to achieve in either world. You all are to be
congratulated as this was one of the more subtle hidden traps of the
scene, and you sailed through it unscathed.

The scenario was not meant to be a "Net War" sort of thing but in fact
more cerebral in nature. WrynBlue was the author and spent a *lot* of
time designing the whole thing, considering each trap and probable
reaction, setting up timetables...etc...etc.. Scenarios of this
magnitude, some 23 people, take considerable planning and coordination
to achieve and she spent some weeks on it. It was not designed a sword
fest and I know a few disappointed in this. We do have combat time to
time, but primarily we try to exercise the imagination and mind rather
than the dice.

A couple never were in a DM'ed scene before, and asked about this. In
a scenario, DM is god..knows all sees all and who's final word is law.
*Never* speak back to a DM. (S)he is the ultimate dictator for the
duration of the scene. DM sets the scene, and ensures the flow moves
forward. It is a horribly difficult job, and in this one required
simultaneous coordination of two rooms, and 12 msgs by two DMs for
near three hours. By definition, a DM does not make mistakes. Imagine
speaking to God and saying "Well now God, I cannot be really dead you
see for I have this Popeil auto-incarnator and I come back instantly
upon death." God perhaps more understanding, but a DM will leave a
smoking crater where you stood. I know this concept is hard to accept,
but unless the DM all powerful, there are no scenes..and it all stops.
Wryn and I shall not be DMing again in the forseeable future, so I
speak this for the other DMs to come in other scenes. Most in this
scene were wonderful, and problems mainly by msg and we thank you this
courtesy.

To those I angered, and I know more than a few, I do apologize. The
many "LISTEN TO ME!!" msgs I got, most I simply did not reply to as I
could not. While the DMs chatting and being told their function,
everyone else in the scene at a dead stop. I know I was rude and oft
replied in cryptic one or two word answers. I had no choice and we
both did this so that others not kept waiting.

We hope you all enjoyed the story. It was a difficult one for the
gamer, and required ingenuity and teamwork. Also, a special note of
thanks to the bad guys. They sat in a room for hours, making only
spot appearances here and there to support the scenario. Such selfless
giving of time and energy for others, for the game itself, is truly
rare to see. We are deeply touched and honored, to game with RPers of
such caliber. The bad guys made it come together, and we thank you.

Wryn and I both wish you well and good gaming. Enjoy the log.

Ranger and Wrynnet Blue
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Session Start: Sat Jul 20 21:44:53 1996
*** Now talking in #Castle*Camp
*** Yazway (pottsce@pa3dsp10.fay.infi.net) has joined #Castle*Camp
* OneStab returns with a bow
* Kyrus grins
<Falenthor> Do we's get ops?
*** Lysira (Lysira@port5.annex4.nwlink.com) has joined #castle*camp
*** OneStab sets mode: +o Lysira
<Falenthor> Guess not
<Falenthor> Ooh well
<OneStab> Hiya Blue!
* Yazway cries cause he's not getting oped
<WrynBlue> What's the name of the channel?
* Lysira tackle hugs Onestab
<RangrBlue> Good eve One
*** Yazway has quit IRC (Live each day as your last and
you'll be broke by noon)
<WrynBlue> What's the name of the channel?
*** Arhea (~Arhea@dialup293.Bloomington.mci.net) has joined
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*** PottsCE (pottsce@pa3dsp10.fay.infi.net) has joined #Castle*Camp
*** Kyrus sets mode: +nt
<Falenthor> #Castle*Camp
*** Syra_Ken (Syra3@cnc051060.concentric.net) has joined #castle*camp
<Mokole> **ooc: BRB....nuking dinner.**
*** Silvanus (~jdbush@204.212.51.212) has joined #castle*camp
*** LadyMirl (dragonmlf@ip132.asheville.nc.interramp.com) has joined
#Castle*Camp
* Lysira waves to Mirl
<Kyrus> Ah, Brother.
* Arhea sighs with no sign of Lan
* LadyMirl peeks in or something and waves to everyone.
<OneStab> Hiya Sira
* Silvanus walks over and stands next to his brother
<OneStab> Potts!
<Lysira> Hiya One!
* Syra_Ken rides back into the camp, jumps off her horse and
tethers it.
*** Lysira sets mode: +o Mokole
<PottsCE> One!!!!!!!!!
<Falenthor> Potts
<Falenthor> ::nods::
<Falenthor> ::As you walk in, you see a version of Falenthor
you've never seen. He's armed to the teeth with daggers,
swords, hand axes, slings, darts, poison, grappling hooks
and all the stuff. He has more equipment than you can
imagine. He wears a full bodysuit and is admiral of the
imperial navy::
* Lysira drags Arhea over and hugs her
* Syra_Ken grins, seeing a nice crowd assembled.
* WrynBlue smiles to everyone as they assemble::
<Lysira> now THIS is a much better crowd Wryn!
* Silvanus whispers something to Kyrus and leaves
*** Silvanus (~jdbush@204.212.51.212) has left #castle*camp
* RangrBlue smiles to his sister
* Kyrus nods
<Syra_Ken> Absolutely!
<Falenthor> Heheh
* LadyMirl , once again, isn't here.
* Falenthor can't wait.
<Mokole> **ooc: returns.**
* Falenthor thinks this is nifty and stuff
* Syra_Ken waves to MirlMun.
* Arhea smiles at Sira...and hugs her tightly
* LadyMirl shrugs and glares at her mun, daring the..the
thing to try and take a step from it's cage.
* Falenthor watches the fire cackle and burn.
<Falenthor> crackle even
<Syra_Ken> Arhea...*smiles* Tis good to see you again.
*** daelin (campbell@dial-16.ilinks.net) has joined #Castle*camp
<RangrBlue> Good eve Daelin..
<LadyMirl> Nope nope nope!! Remember all the trouble you got
in last time? Stay put I say, stay put!!
* daelin nods to Blue
<Arhea> Yes...Syra
<WrynBlue> ::grins at Mirl... and her mun::
* Falenthor waits to begin.
* daelin notices that a lot of his friends are here tonight
<Arhea> Is good to see you
<LadyMirl> Stay girl ..down girl..stay. Now, there's a good
girl...
* Kyrus looks around
*** Marusk (maruskk@pipe3.ny2.usa.pipeline.com) has joined
#Castle*Camp
* Falenthor whispers to Mirl, "If you can hold yourself back
from saying 'n stuffs for this scenario, I'll give you
<LadyMirl> Give me what?
<Falenthor> $100"
<RangrBlue> Good evening Marusk...good of you to come my
friend..
* Syra_Ken waves Mar over to the fire.
<LadyMirl> Oh brother!!
<LadyMirl> And stuffs so ;P~~
<Falenthor> <w> you blew it
<LadyMirl> No..no...noooooooooo...!!
* Marusk slips into the clearing from the shadows, moving to
the fire.
* WrynBlue smiles and nods to all who have entered as she has
been talking in messages to everyone in the universe::
*** LadyMirl is now known as MirlMun
* Falenthor casts a fireball at the fire igniting it higher
into the air.
<Marusk> Good evening, Blue. Thank you very much.
* Arhea feels she is with ones way about her skill
* Marusk smiles politely to everyone, crouching by the fire.
* MirlMun throws her character somewhere where the silly
thing won't be bothering her..and sighs as she sees all the
characters assembled.
<WrynBlue> Good to see you, Syra..Marusk..
* daelin smiles to Mirl
* Falenthor does some 1 finger spush-ups to pass the time.
*** LadyMirl has left IRC
<RangrBlue> Ahh..Syra...please forgive my poor manners...welcome..
<Falenthor> push-ups even
* Syra_Ken smiles. Tis good to be here Wryn.
<Marusk> And you, Wrynnet. How are things?
<RangrBlue> A good strong finger there Fal..
<Syra_Ken> No problem. You were quite busy before. I
understand.
* MirlMun sniffs disdainfully at Dael, thinking he should be
kissing her feet instead of smiling at her.
* Kyrus draws one of his daggers and idly picks his teeth
with it
<RangrBlue> In a few minutes...we shall begin the briefing my
friends
* PottsCE looks around about to leave the flooder fighting to
the DMI ops
<PottsCE> The Soverain is lagging horribly
*** Isea (Rue@dal24-02.ppp.iadfw.net) has joined #castle*camp
<WrynBlue> Blue, am I lagged?
* Lysira slides out to go plot evil deeds ;;; muuhhaahahahaaaaaa
<RangrBlue> I think she is buried in msgs Potts
<Falenthor> 77
*** Mokole (mokole-@hydra.mnsinc.com) has left #castle*camp
<Falenthor> 78
<Falenthor> 79
<Falenthor> 80
*** Lysira (Lysira@port5.annex4.nwlink.com) has left #castle*camp
* Falenthor continues.
<Isea> [Sira... THIS is what I was talkin' about...]
<Isea> [Gah!]
* MirlMun rises, gives everyone horribly snotty look, and
walks out.
<PottsCE> No....I didn't get a ping back for her
<PottsCE> She's lagging
<Falenthor> 93
*** Gone (Palpatine@pool038.Max1.Houston.TX.DYNIP.ALTER.NET) has
joined #castle*camp <Falenthor> 94
<Falenthor> 95
*** MirlMun (dragonmlf@ip132.asheville.nc.interramp.com) has left
#Castle*Camp <WrynBlue> I will be afk on this channel....for a few
minutes...and then return...
<RangrBlue> Aye beloved
*** Mickey^ (kaejo@tex-31.innet.com) has joined #castle*camp
<WrynBlue> Some of you who are lagging to Blue and I might
consider trying to sign onto cris.com.
<WrynBlue> afk
* PottsCE can't get on cris.com
<Isea> [I can't get on cris.com]
<Isea> [lol]
<RangrBlue> Must be the suit potts..
* Marusk can't get on cris.com either
*** Lan (Lan@ctsasync42.cc.utah.edu) has joined #Castle*Camp
* Falenthor isn't lagged so there :p
<Gone> (( Cris aint that good anyway ))
* Lan is a 6 foot 2 man with long brown hair, a muscular
build, and stormy blue eyes. He wears white armor and
carries two rapiers that flash blue and green on his back
* Syra_Ken can't get on mo.net and was using it yesterday.
Now it says she's banned for cloning.
<Gone> (( it's always lagged ))
* Falenthor can't get on cris.com
* Marusk chuckles softly, wondering if the cris.com sysops
just randomly ban people.
<RangrBlue> I liked Stealth meself...till it got caught up in
that silly net war
* Kyrus grins
<Kyrus> Aye, that's happened to me...
<OneStab> AFK BRB
<RangrBlue> Welcome Lan
* PottsCE chuckles
* Arhea smiles deeply as Lan enters
<Falenthor> 168
* Syra_Ken waves a greeting to Lan.
<Falenthor> 169
<Falenthor> ::Falenthor is doing 1 finger push-ups::
*** Kherrant (mkjl@pool048.Max17.Newark.NJ.DYNIP.ALTER.NET) has joined
#Castle*Camp
* Syra_Ken waves to Kherr.
* Kherrant enters, not supposing he'll need any macro
* Falenthor waves to Kherr.
* Kherrant nods to Syra
<Kherrant> ...and Fal
*** Gone is now known as Silvan
* Arhea waves Lan over
<Kherrant> ...and Mar, and Potts and Blue and... Oh to
everyone
* Lan walks to Arhea and hugs her
*** Goldndust (~Goldndust@152.170.60.162) has joined #Castle*Camp
<Marusk> Hullo there, Kherr...
* Kherrant changes his mind about the macro...
<RangrBlue> Welcome Warden Goldendust
* Arhea hugs Lan tightly whispering into his ear....
* Kherrant walks in, looking quite different. His sword is
strapped to his back, he wears a silver breastplate and a
silver shield on his left arm. His belt buckle is engraved
with various runes, as is his shield. His hair is tied back
in a short ponytail.
* PottsCE waves to Gold
* Goldndust nods to Blue.
<PottsCE> Welcome Warden...glad you could make it
<Falenthor> Nifty outfit kherr ma'man
*** Isea is now known as Rue
* Kyrus thinks that that is a good idea and pulls his hair
out of his face into a ponytail
<RangrBlue> So glad you could come
* Goldndust smiles lightly to Potts.
<Goldndust> Thank you, I'm glad I could make it.
<Kherrant> Thanks Fal.
* Rue slips in with the group and looks around from under the
hood of her black robes...
<Falenthor> Check out my stuff
* Kherrant nods to Gold.
<Kherrant> ...just 'cause
* Lan looks around
* Falenthor stops his finger push-ups at 260
<RangrBlue> Ladies and gentlemen...
<Kyrus> Get bored, Falenthor?
<RangrBlue> May I have your attention please?
<Kherrant> Oh, 260? And you stop for me?
* Goldndust tucks a few strands of dark brown hair behind
gently pointed ears.
* Rue looks at Ranger...
* Kherrant is quite flattered. ;)
* Kherrant nods to Blue
* Goldndust folds his arms across his chest and watches.
* Rue walks over to Silvan quickly...
<RangrBlue> Well shall begin the briefing
* Syra_Ken raises her eyes from the fire, listening.
* Kyrus looks to Blue
* Falenthor holds up 22 daggers, 25 pepper grenades and 25
smoke grenades, a saber, 2 long swords, a grappling hook, a
mountaineering kit, a traveling spellbook and a buncho
other stuff. He also wears his black imperial navy outfit,
his insignia shows him as an admiral.
* Falenthor turns to Blue.
<RangrBlue> Please listen closely...as key elements are
within...least I hope so..
* Silvan nods to Rue
* RangrBlue smiles
* Lan unsheathes his two rapiers
<RangrBlue> What follows is the tactical briefing macro
<RangrBlue> Please hold questions...till it is done.
<Kherrant> Uhoh...
<RangrBlue> A map finding the entrance to the old RedCap
Drawf Mine has been found. The expedition starts at the
entrance. Attempts to map the caverns were unsuccessful,
and the interior layout in unknown.
<RangrBlue> Known menaces in these galleries, largely from
hearsay and rumor, include goblins and dragons. Orcs likely
but not confirmed. Additionally, some form of threat of
unknown dimension and terrifying power appears to be down
there. Be wary.
<RangrBlue> Think first, and fight only if nothing else
works. A combined arms concept is the *only* thing that
will work for you. Commanders must carefully position who
is where in the column. One person acting wrongly, can
bring the whole thing down.
<RangrBlue> Be sparing of magecraft. Though the Asyr are
weakened through loss of their convenant, they are still
formidable. Excessive mage use will be detected, and if
they have a weapons cache here they *must* keep it safe.
Stealth and cunning your main weapons. Use them well.
<RangrBlue> Assume nothing, and think three dimensionally.
Your overhead is just as potentially deadly as anything
from the sides. Do not attack unless told to by the
expedition leaders or unless attacked first and defending.
Steel is a last resort, and use of it alone could mean
failure.
<RangrBlue> Caverns do not allow flankers, so the point man
is everything. The one on point, must be wary at all times.
The expedition depends on that person.
* Falenthor pulls over his ninja mask.
* Kyrus raises his hand
<RangrBlue> Any equipment you need must be with you before
entry. Inventory what you brought and be aware of it.
Expedition leaders please tell the DMs what you have. Once
in, you are committed. Good luck.
<Kyrus> I volunteer for point
<Falenthor> I volunteer for commander
* Falenthor has his equipment list down.
<PottsCE> At ease please
<RangrBlue> That is the general brief..
* Silvan grins... and slides on his grey elven boots
* Kherrant looks to Kyrus and raises his hand. "As do I."
<Lan> Volunteer for point
<RangrBlue> Now..some other items..
<PottsCE> Please...no volunteers yet
<RangrBlue> Some of you here...will die..
* Arhea knew he would do that!
<RangrBlue> I hope none...but it is very possible.
* daelin smiles
<PottsCE> Allow the Sovereign to speak
* Rue reaches up with her right hand, and pulls her hood
tightly over her head, while balancing her dagger in her
left....
* Falenthor gulps.
*** daelin is now known as Daelin
<RangrBlue> In team formations..take this into account.
* Kherrant slips outta his armor, drops his shield, both
dissappearing, and slips into the Elven Chain Fal gave him
* Kherrant nods
* Daelin thinks of his fiance
* Lan walks over and stands by OneStab
<Daelin> fiance even
<RangrBlue> This many, likely two teams the best bet..
<Kherrant> I'm willing to give my life for the cause.
* Silvan looks around for Lysira
<RangrBlue> However, that for you to decide.
<Lan> Sira is not with us Silvan...
* Falenthor begins thinking of strategies and whips out
something that may be useful, the Doom 2 Tactical Guide for
team formations by ID Software :)
<Silvan> where is she.....
* Rue smiles to Lan.
* Falenthor will be commander of 2 teams.
<Falenthor> If that's possible.
<PottsCE> Falenthor Please refrain
*** AlAqrb (Dee@port6.southwind.com) has joined #Castle*Camp
*** Dulcina (~dulcina@kinslayer.io.com) has joined #Castle*Camp
* PottsCE smiles
<PottsCE> ((Don't give her Ops))
* Marusk has perhaps finally found a use for his knowledge of
the goblin language in Arangoth.
*** AlAqrb is now known as Pendrake
* Silvan slips quietly over to Marusk
* Kherrant glances to Mar quietly.
* Falenthor knows goblin, ork, dragon and a few others.
<Kherrant> <q> Goblin?
<Pendrake> Perhaps a song shall i write...about the war we
fight this night
<RangrBlue> Now...I recommend that among you...you decide the
formation you wish..
<Lan> Blue.. (should we go to different channels to devide
into the groups?)
<Falenthor> Okay
* Rue looks at Silvan, then looks up at Lan.
<Falenthor> Everybody
<Daelin> Blue, may I make a suggestion?
<Falenthor> We'll do an I formation
<Falenthor> 2 point rear and front
<Falenthor> Most experienced rear
* Kherrant stands.
<RangrBlue> Best on one channel..half in this room...will be
gone before conclusion.
* PottsCE moves to Fal and holds his hand over his mouth
<Silvan> Blue I have a suggestion as well...
<Falenthor> ((Mun going by Doom 2 tactical guide))
* Rue grumbles...
<Daelin> Falen, are you the commander?
<PottsCE> Please...refrain yourself
<Lan> LOLOL Potts
* Falenthor shuts up.
<PottsCE> No he's not
* Rue leans back against a post...
* Falenthor is very excited.
* Kherrant chuckles lightly.
<Rue> Why do _I_ have to take orders from a mensch?
<Lan> I have a suggestion
* Falenthor reminds you that his mun is only 12.
* Syra_Ken can't help but grin, watching Potts.
* Kherrant is cold
* Silvan looks at Rue
<Silvan> nae now...
<Lan> In each group we divide into three waves
<PottsCE> Alright ppls...listen up
<Lan> The first wave uses stealth to attack the enemy
* Goldndust clears his throat quietly and waits.
<Silvan> Blue.... Marusk and I are rangers trained in stealth
* Falenthor looks to Potts.
* Rue glares at Silvan.
<PottsCE> Lets figure this out and quickly
<Falenthor> Uuuuh
<Silvan> this should be made use of
<Lan> The second charges and is used as a distraction
* Kherrant finds a blanket and wraps himself, for the first
time... looking worried
<Lan> The third is back up
<Falenthor> Actually, I'm a ranger too...
<Daelin> Suggestion!!!!!!
* OneStab nods listening to Potts
<Kherrant> I am as well
* Kherrant laughs
<Daelin> I say that Rangr, and Wryn are the team commanders.
<PottsCE> Please
<Daelin> OH shoot...sorry.
* Falenthor agrees.
<Falenthor> ..
<RangrBlue> We will be DMing Daelin
<Falenthor> YEah
<OneStab> ((Ranger and wryn are the DM's Dae.. otherwise.. ))
* PottsCE stands waiting for silence
<Falenthor> Well
<Falenthor> Oooh
* Falenthor turns to Pot and shuts up.
<PottsCE> One...you do nae wish to lead a team?
* Lan will be a team leader
<Falenthor> SSSSHSHHHHHHHH
* Marusk crouches beside his wife, listening.
* Falenthor will be a team leader
<OneStab> I'd rather nae me friend
<OneStab> I had the honor of leading a team last mission
* RangrBlue nods...only fitting
* Falenthor knows this kinda stuff, thats why he won a dragon
con when he was 10 and walked out with
<Lan> OneStab: Do ye wish for me to take the honor from ye?
* PottsCE nods
* Silvan looks at ONe
<Falenthor> $500
<PottsCE> If there are no objections....
<Silvan> and as one who followed ye ye did a fine job
<Daelin> I am knew, I should not be in any important
positions.
<PottsCE> Myself and Kherrent will lead the teams
<Falenthor> Uuuuh Hey
* Rue nods.
<Falenthor> What about me?
<Kherrant> Me?
<Rue> You did, One.
<OneStab> Any who others will accept.. I will nae appoint..
my opinion no better than anothers.
* Falenthor thought this was a democracy.
<PottsCE> Fal...you yourself reminded us that your mun was
only 12
* Kherrant looks to Potts, and blinks. "You mean that?"
* PottsCE grins and winks
<Lan> POtts: I will command a team
* Pendrake will offer if no one else will
<Falenthor> I will command a team
* Kherrant looks to Potts.
<Falenthor> May I make a suggestion
<Kherrant> So?
<Falenthor> Please?
<PottsCE> Kherr...do you wish to lead a team?
<Falenthor> If we go in 4 man squads, we have the best
chance.
* Kyrus looks over to Kherrant
* Kherrant thinks mun age has noting to do with it.
<Falenthor> I'm explain why
<Kherrant> I will.
<Goldndust> I believe Kherrant and Potts will make
exceptional leaders.
<Rue> I for one am NOT leading a team...
<Pendrake> I will lead if there is a need
* Kherrant laughs.
<PottsCE> ((it doesnt'...but I like messin with him...;) ))
<OneStab> Nae offense Fal.. but I would prefer someone with
just a leetle more experience..
<PottsCE> Very well
* Falenthor sighs knowing that no one will listen to him and
flushes his ideas down the toilet.
<PottsCE> We have two teams
<Daelin> I for one, would like to lead a team, but would be
horrible at it.
<OneStab> Just me thought..
* Marusk has no problem with the current leaders, but
believes mun age has nothing to do with any of this.
* Kherrant laughs at the irony of it all...
<OneStab> ::smiles at the exuberant lad::
<Lan> Potts.. I will command another
* PottsCE listens to One
<Falenthor> And I'll command another
* Silvan looks up
<Falenthor> If I can't
<RangrBlue> I will afk a moment to go brief with the bad
guys...brb.
<PottsCE> Team one Arhea Daelin Fal, Goldn Kher and Lan
<OneStab> Perhaps we should vote.... I would like Marusk to
lead a team..
<Falenthor> I get first dibs on Potts team
<Falenthor> NO!
* Marusk rises to his full height.
<Falenthor> me wonders when potts became God.
* Falenthor wonders.
* Kherrant nods. "I have no objections..."
<Marusk> No thank you, One. I believe that Kherrant and Potts
will make exceptional leaders.
* Marusk smiles.
* Goldndust sighs and shakes his head.
* Daelin wonders when Falen suddenly became one of the team
leaders
* OneStab nods
<Falenthor> Oooh nevermind thats a good team
<OneStab> I have nae problem with Kherrant either..
<Falenthor> I didn't
<Pendrake> I think all the no ops should be quiet and let the
ops deal with it!
* Goldndust grins to Marusk.
<Falenthor> Just thinking
* Kyrus nods
* OneStab smiles
<PottsCE> The others on mine
<Kyrus> I agree...
<OneStab> I think we be set..
<PottsCE> Please add an A or B to the end of your name
* Syra_Ken grabs her rope, coiling it across her left
shoulder.
*** PottsCE is now known as PottsCEB
*** Kyrus is now known as KyrusB
<Kherrant> nick KherrantA
<OneStab> ((Potts.. it works better at the beginning))
<Kherrant> Oops
<PottsCEB> One...would you join Kherrs
*** Kherrant is now known as AKherrant
*** Arhea is now known as Arhea-A
<PottsCEB> ((K))
*** KyrusB is now known as Kyrus-B
<AKherrant> No, better at the end
*** OneStab is now known as A-OneStab
* Silvan walks back to join Rue and Arhea
*** AKherrant is now known as Kherr-A
* Marusk grabs up his rope as well, coiling it around a place
upon his pack.
*** Falenthor is now known as FalenthrA
<PottsCEB> B-PottsCE
*** Goldndust is now known as GolddustA
<WrynBlue> bak
<PottsCEB> oops
* Rue looks at Silvan.
*** Lan is now known as Lan-A
*** PottsCEB is now known as B-PottsCE
* Silvan looks at Lan
<Silvan> go in peace
* WrynBlue smiles at everyone who's arrived since she left::
*** Marusk is now known as Marusk-B
<Silvan> ye too Arhea
*** Syra_Ken is now known as Syra-B
<WrynBlue> Good eve, everyone...
*** Silvan is now known as Silvan-B
*** Kherr-A is now known as A-Kherrnt
*** Rue is now known as Rue-B
* Arhea-A nods to Silvan
*** Daelin is now known as Daelin-B
<A-Kherrnt> Ack!
*** A-OneStab is now known as OneStab-A
<A-Kherrnt> End or beginning?
* Kyrus-B walks over to Potts
* B-PottsCE chuckles
*** B-PottsCE is now known as PottsCE-B
* FalenthrA walks to kherr
<Kyrus-B> I volunteer for Point in our group
<Silvan-B> ye two take care of yerselves......
<FalenthrA> Admiral Kherrant here sir!
<A-Kherrnt> Fal, please stop...
<Lan-A> We will Silvan
<FalenthrA> I vote for point
<Silvan-B> Potts....
<A-Kherrnt> Admiral?
<Daelin-B> I vote for in the middle.
<FalenthrA> onmyself
<PottsCE-B> Yes Silvan?
<FalenthrA> (Uuuh0
<FalenthrA> (Old storyline)
<Lan-A> I volunteer for point
<PottsCE-B> Kherr...
<FalenthrA> (<--Is a member of the Imperial navy)
<A-Kherrnt> Fal, I'm still just Kherr..
<Silvan-B> Marusk and I are trained in stealth
<PottsCE-B> Do you want your team in the front or rear?
<FalenthrA> I mean Sorry
<Silvan-B> perhaps we could make use of this
<FalenthrA> I'm an admiral
<PottsCE-B> Attacks may come from either direction
<A-Kherrnt> Yes, Potts?
* Marusk-B nods with Silvan.
* FalenthrA is typing too fast
<Marusk-B> Aye, I agree.
* A-Kherrnt nods Aye.
* FalenthrA nods
<PottsCE-B> Which one?
* Silvan-B looks at Potts
<WrynBlue> Could everyone please be quiet for a minute?
<Pendrake> Who are the team leaders?
* Marusk-B hushes, looking to Wryn.
* Rue-B stands by Silvan.
<FalenthrA> Potts and Kherr
<PottsCE-B> ((Silvan...msg me))
<WrynBlue> We will be leaving shortly for the cave...
<A-Kherrnt> Oh no...
<Silvan-B> (( 'k ) )
* A-Kherrnt laughs
<WrynBlue> Blue is finishing the briefing of the other gamers.
* Rue-B 's mun goes off to turn on Slayers.
<PottsCE-B> Pendrake...be so kind as to add an A extension to
your name
<A-Kherrnt> What a choice...
* A-Kherrnt sighs.
<PottsCE-B> TEAM B Join Channel #TEAM*B
<Pendrake> PottsCE- I do not mean to be rude, but who the hell are you
and when did you become the DM? I have be assigned no team!
* Silvan-B looks at Rue
<PottsCE-B> I am a team leader Pen
<WrynBlue> Potts...what are you doing?
<A-Kherrnt> Pen, you're with me
<WrynBlue> Did Blue ask you to go to separate channels?
<PottsCE-B> The DM's are not assigning teams
* Rue-B 's mun is back.
* Rue-B looks at Silvan... "What?"
<WrynBlue> I'm sorry...I just got back here from the briefing.
<PottsCE-B> This is for inventory Soverain
<Pendrake> Then if the DM's are not assigning teams who is?
<Silvan-B> nothing
<FalenthrA> That dude
* Silvan-B looks confused
* FalenthrA points to pot.
<WrynBlue> Pendrake..I am a DM...
* Marusk-B smiles softly, explaining to Pendrake on the side.
<FalenthrA> PottsCE even
<A-Kherrnt> Pen, you're on my team
* Pendrake nods to WrynBlue
<RangrBlue> bak
<FalenthrA> ..
<WrynBlue> If everyone could please just wait a moment till Blue gets
back...
<PottsCE-B> TEAM B...please come to #TEAM*B
* Rue-B sits down and begins to sharpen her dagger.
* Silvan-B sits quietly
* Arhea-A sits back and listens to the amusement
<RangrBlue> Potts?
* A-Kherrnt sighs
* Lan-A sits by Arhea
<RangrBlue> If possible..lets try to stay together..
<PottsCE-B> Aye Sovereign
* Syra-B squatts down, poking a stick into the fire, listening.
<RangrBlue> Who are team leaders?
<PottsCE-B> I am getting an inventory Sovereign...if that is
acceptable?
<WrynBlue> Aye, Potts...please do not split this channel.
<A-Kherrnt> Me and Potts
<PottsCE-B> Myself and Kherrent
<RangrBlue> Of course sir..have your team msg their inventory
to you..
<A-Kherrnt> ((KherrAnt ;) ))
<RangrBlue> Also..combat numbers needed
* A-Kherrnt looks to Fal. "I'm NOT accepting bribes
* A-Kherrnt grins
*** Daelin-B is now known as Daegar-B
<A-Kherrnt> Combat numbers?
<RangrBlue> Please add the number 5..after your team designator
* Arhea-A looks around for their team leader..wondering who it is..
<A-Kherrnt> Define, please?
<RangrBlue> When you are hit...it reduces the combat number by 1.
<A-Kherrnt> Ack... I need paper here... brb
<RangrBlue> A a5-Ker...would become a A4-Ker...and so on.
*** FalenthrA is now known as FlntherA5
*** PottsCE-B is now known as B-Potts-5
<A-Kherrnt> AKA Hit points?
<RangrBlue> When the number goes to 0....you are dead..Aye
*** Kyrus-B is now known as Kyrus-B-5
*** FlntherA5 is now known as A-Flnthr-
*** A-Kherrnt is now known as A5-Kherr
*** GolddustA is now known as GoldustA5
*** A-Flnthr- is now known as A5-Flnthr
<A5-Kherr> ((A5-Fal))
<Silvan-B> (( dead permanent blue? ))
<Daegar-B> Can you be healed?
<Pendrake> Any means of healing allowed?
<A5-Kherr> Hold on...
*** Daegar-B is now known as b5-daegar
*** Syra-B is now known as Syra-B5
*** Lan-A is now known as Lan-A-5
*** B-Potts-5 is now known as B5-Potts
*** Marusk-B is now known as Marusk-B5
*** Silvan-B is now known as Silvan-B5
*** Arhea-A is now known as Arhea-A5
*** Rue-B is now known as Rue-B5
<A5-Kherr> Hold on..
*** Lan-A-5 is now known as Lan-A5
<WrynBlue> Death only means--you are out of this scene..it is
not permanent character death--it just means...wounded too
badly to participate further.
<RangrBlue> No healing in the caves...time to short for it..
<RangrBlue> Aye..death here not a death *anywhere* else.
* Lan-A5 nods agreeing with Blue
<A5-Kherr> TEAM A Join me in #Team-A
<RangrBlue> No wipes
*** b5-daegar is now known as daegar-b5
*** Pendrake is now known as Psionic-B
<WrynBlue> Kherr...please don't split the channel.
*** Psionic-B is now known as Psionc-B5
<A5-Kherr> No?
<A5-Kherr> No, this is just for equip check.
<WrynBlue> Oh, sorry...
<WrynBlue> Go ahead.
<RangrBlue> Team leaders...have your teams back here and ready to go
in 5...run multichannel at need
<WrynBlue> Five minutes....then we come back here and head out to the
caves.
*** daegar-b5 is now known as Daegar-b5
*** Lan-A5 is now known as A5-Lan
<B5-Potts> K
*** Arhea-A5 is now known as A5-Arhea
*** Kyrus-B-5 is now known as B5-Kyrus
*** Rue-B5 is now known as B5-Rue
* WrynBlue ::waits for everyone to regroup::
<A5-Lan> ((NO WE ARE NOT FALENTHOR!))
<A5-Flnthr> EEEPS
<A5-Flnthr> !
<A5-Lan> ((Team B is Stealth))
<A5-Lan> ((Team A is not Stealth))
<Psionc-B5> ((Not to be rude, but how did we decide who was on what
team...skills were never determined for stealth or not 8) ))
<Silvan-B5> (( two rangers on team b ))
<WrynBlue> Could everyone just bear with us for a moment, please--we
are solving another last minute crisis.
<A5-Flnthr> 4 on team-a
<A5-Lan> ((team B has more rangers)) shrugs
<A5-Flnthr> Kherrant Me And Onestab And Arhea
*** Fitz (fitz@dd54-129.compuserve.com) has joined #castle*camp
*** RangrBlue is now known as DM2
<A5-Lan> ((We got Fitz!))
<Dulcina> [Fitz] (Oh no, it's the bard, hide the women!!!)
<A5-Lan> ((Fitz come to #Team-A))
* B5-Potts slips back in
<Fitz> sorry...couldn't find it
<Psionc-B5> did team b meet or what?
*** Fitz is now known as A5-Fitz
<Marusk-B5> We just met to give inventory and character classes.
<Psionc-B5> where?
<B5-Potts> Alright Team B is fore A is rear
<A5-Fitz> ((Where's A meeting?
*** WrynBlue is now known as DM1
<A5-Flnthr> #A-TEAM
<DM2> Ladies and gentlemen..
<A5-Lan> #Team-A
<DM1> All right everyone...we are ready to get started now..thanks for
your patience.
<DM2> Team leaders...are you ready?
<B5-Potts> Aye
<A5-Flnthr> Almost
<B5-Potts> Fal...refrain...you are not a team leader
* Syra-B5 checks her supplies, and waits for the word to move out.
* Silvan-B5 kneels praying once more
<DM2> Once you enter...we are DMs..and such will be..
* Silvan-B5 's mun heads off to put on something
<DM2> May providence guide you on this mission
* Syra-B5 murmurs a prayer for their safety this night.
* B5-Kyrus looks to the sky
<DM2> The entrance...is channel #Dragon*Spires.
* OneStab-A follows those in front of him
<DM2> Good luck all......We begin...

Session Start: Sat Jul 20 21:44:18 1996
*** A5-Lan (Lan@ctsasync42.cc.utah.edu) has joined #Dragon*Spires
* A5-Lan rides in the point for team A
*** B5-Potts (pottsce@pa3dsp10.fay.infi.net) has joined #Dragon*Spires
*** A5-Flnthr (zielonka@stl-wa2-25.ix.netcom.com) has joined
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*** Silvan-B5 (Palpatine@pool038.Max1.Houston.TX.DYNIP.ALTER.NET) has
*** Marusk-B5 (maruskk@pipe3.ny2.usa.pipeline.com) has joined
*** B5-Rue (Rue@dal24-02.ppp.iadfw.net) has joined #Dragon*spires
*** OneStab-A (darren@slc_19.utah-inter.net) has joined #Dragon*spires
*** Psionc-B5 (Dee@port6.southwind.com) has joined #Dragon*Spires
*** A5-Arhea (~Arhea@dialup293.Bloomington.mci.net) has joined
*** A5-Fitz (fitz@dd54-129.compuserve.com) has joined #dragon*spires
*** GoldustA5 (~Goldndust@152.170.60.162) has joined #Dragon*Spires
<DM1> The entrance to the cave has been abandoned for a long
time.
*** Syra-B5 (Syra3@cnc051060.concentric.net) has joined #Dragon*Spires
<DM1> Part of the caves form the RedCap Mines...dwarven mines which
have been long abandoned...but their warning signs and lore notices
are still here...It is very dark...there is no moonlight..
* A5-Flnthr has infravision 90, wonders if that counts.
* A5-Lan rides to the front of all the groups
*** Psionc-B5 is now known as B5-Psionc
<A5-Lan> I'd like to say something
<DM1> But you can just make out a sign posted at the doorway
of the mine shaft....it reads as follows...
<DM2> Dwarven Law and Lore do state
<DM2> hat all who pass beyond this gate
<DM2> Must mark their own way through the mines.
<DM2> Beware of Goblins, Dragon's nests,
<DM2> and traps that spring eternal rest.
<DM2> A Lore-book aids you through the mines,
<DM2> And littering will bring stiff fines.
* Silvan-B5 rides to his place at the point
* A5-Fitz takes his position behind Lan
<Silvan-B5> er walks
*** A5-Kherr (mkjl@pool048.Max17.Newark.NJ.DYNIP.ALTER.NET) has joined
* A5-Flnthr slips on his ninja mask.
*** Golanv (~raven@san_marcos.csusm.edu) has joined #dragon*spires
* B5-Rue flips the hood of her cloak over her head.
* A5-Fitz slips on his gillie suit
* A5-Flnthr attaches his foot pegs, tiger claws, and harness.
*** daegar-b5 (campbell@dial-11.ilinks.net) has joined #Dragon*spires
* A5-Kherr slips on his elven chain and hopes for the best
* Silvan-B5 straps his boot
<A5-Lan> ((Stop typing and listen to the DM's!))
<DM1> The entrance is open, and appears clear of debris.
* daegar-b5 quietly slips in not disturbing anything
*** Marusk-B5 is now known as B5-Marusk
* A5-Flnthr leaps up and attaches the harness to the top section of
the entrance.
* Silvan-B5 slips in at the point silently
* A5-Flnthr rappels down setting himself on the ground very silently.
* OneStab-A draws his Glassteel blade and utters a few commands..
igniting it
* A5-Flnthr leaves both elvensinger and dreamblade sheathed.
* A5-Fitz pulls his twin daggers
* A5-Kherr watches Fal.
*** Syra-B5 is now known as B5-Syra
<A5-Kherr> Alright, we're taking the rear.
* B5-Marusk moves to the front of the group, flanking Silvan slightly
behind.
<B5-Kyrus> <m> He's going to get himself killed...
* B5-Syra reads the sign, thinking on it's meaning.
*** Silvan-B5 is now known as B5-Silvan
* B5-Kyrus falls in behind Marusk
<DM1> You may proceed when ready....nothing is impeding you from
entering.
*** GoldustA5 is now known as A5-Golden
*** daegar-b5 is now known as B5-DaeGar
* A5-Kherr looks to Kyrus.
* A5-Lan stands at the front of both teams
* A5-Flnthr makes sure his harness is tight and removes it just
testing it and places it back into his backpack.
* A5-Kherr draws Storm Seeker
<A5-Lan> "Please.. allow me a few words!"
* A5-Flnthr readies both daggers.
* B5-Syra follows Kyrus, about 5 meters back.
* A5-Golden exhales a deep breath and slowly expels it.
<A5-Kherr> Lan. ::nods:: Go ahead...
* B5-Silvan looks at Lan
<B5-Potts> First...Galanv you are on TEAM A
* A5-Flnthr takes the rear point of Team-A
* A5-Fitz grips both long trench daggers
* OneStab-A prepares to follow Kher into the cavern
* B5-Potts looks to Silvan....Take the lead
<A5-Lan> This is it.. this is the final battle
<B5-Potts> You know the deal
* B5-DaeGar slips into his position as rear-guard.
<A5-Lan> The battle which will end the war!
* A5-Flnthr loosens the daggers.
* B5-Marusk loosens his cloak slightly, looking to Lan.
<A5-Lan> The Asyr have plagued us for nearly a year now
<DM1> A note: This is NOT a battle..this is an expeditionary force to
try to destroy a possible cache of Asyri arms and supplies.
<B5-Potts> My team are all staying 5 meters apart from each
other
* B5-Silvan is already in front
* A5-Fitz gets ready to follow behind lan
<A5-Lan> This is our chance to break free
<B5-DaeGar> Mostly...
* B5-Silvan moves quietly into the cave, making no sounds
<A5-Lan> If we win we will be in peace
<Golanv> no, actually, I don't *blush*
<A5-Fitz> Aye!!!!
<DM1> You do not know if the cache is even here...let alone if it is
guarded.
<A5-Lan> If we loose..
<DM1> Lan, this is not a battle.
<B5-Potts> Daegar you have B Team Rear
<A5-Lan> If we loose then the Asyr will take over The Isle of Mist and
Arangoth
<B5-Psionc> 5 meters...ina cave? that's 15 feet
<B5-DaeGar> k...
* A5-Lan nods
<B5-Potts> Kherrent...Keep your team at least 50 feet behind us
<A5-Lan> Some of us will die..Some of us will live..
<A5-Kherr> Lan, please, we need no speech.
<A5-Lan> But we are fighting for freedom
<A5-Kherr> Should've been done before.
* A5-Flnthr murmers a fly spell and hovers inches off the ground.
<A5-Lan> Good luck
* A5-Lan moves to his place in front of team A
* A5-Flnthr silently acknowledges Lan for his speech.
<DM1> I need to say something now.
* B5-Kyrus whips his head and looks at Falenthor
* B5-Marusk feels like Lan could have given a better speech in ID4.
* B5-Marusk unsheathes his obsidian bladed elven longsword Apocalypse
with a swish of air
* B5-Kyrus glares at him and shakes his head sadly
* A5-Fitz grips his tantos in anticipation
<DM1> This scene...is not a battle.
* B5-Potts listens to the DM
* A5-Arhea pulls back and stands with Fitz and Gold
* A5-Fitz looks to Lan ready to follow him
<DM1> Lan is mistaken....this is an expeditionary force to try and
discover a cache of supplies....that might or might not be guarded.
<Golanv> hmmmmm
* B5-Marusk drives the blade into the ground, leaning forwards on to
rest on the hilt as he listens to the DM.
* B5-DaeGar unsheaths his ninjustu longsword and gets it into
a reversed handed grip.
<A5-Kherr> Alright, Lan, you're taking the front, you'll follow behind
Team A. I'll be right behind you.
* A5-Lan raises his hand as idiot of the day
* A5-Lan nods to Kherr
* B5-Rue sits down.
<DM2> Team Leaders...move your teams..
<A5-Fitz> And i'm behind Kherr
<DM1> The mines are unmapped....the mine entrance is not
impeded...enter when ready.
<B5-Rue> [hehehehe...]
<A5-Kherr> Arhea, you and Fitz are behind me, then Gold, then Fal.
<B5-Rue> [I have seen that movie WAY too many times... <G>]
* OneStab-A is also behind Kherr
* A5-Lan waits for team B to go
* A5-Flnthr hovers above the ground and is the last person in TEAM-A.
<B5-Silvan> (( yes she has ))
* B5-Kyrus closes his eyes and takes a deep breath
<B5-Potts> Silvan...move out...TEAM B keep a 5 meter interval....Keep
silent
<OneStab-A> er.. somewhere
<B5-Rue> [LOL]
* B5-Silvan moves forward
* A5-Golden steps next to One.
<A5-Golden> Stick with me, lad.
* B5-Rue nods...
* A5-Kherr nods. "One, you're between me and Arhea/Fitz, sorry."
* OneStab-A smiles at Golden.
<DM1> At the entrance to the mines....once you enter a small opening
cavern...you find two tunnels...one going off in each direction.
* A5-Flnthr quickly turns around checking the back.
* A5-Lan follows behind Team B keeping at least 10 yards between to
two teams
<B5-Rue> [Grrrrr....] [Hey! I wonder....]
<OneStab-A> Good to have ye by me side again me friend..::nods to
Kehr::
<OneStab-A> Confirmed.
<DM1> Choose either the tunnel to the right or the one to the
left..but do not split up the force.
<B5-Potts> DM: Silvan is point
* B5-Syra walks silently into the cave, following Silvan, Mar and
Kyrus, stopping as they reach the junction.
* A5-Fitz goes to one knee waiting staring silently through his Guilly
suit
* A5-Lan smiles to Kherr and one
* A5-Flnthr moves backwards checking upwards and downwards using his
elven abilities.
<B5-Syra> It's your call Silvan.
<A5-Golden> Let the good times roll, eh?
* B5-DaeGar looks around slipping into a trance which heightens his
senses
* A5-Flnthr hovers in the air.
* B5-Marusk waits until Silvan is a good fifty or so meters up, and

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Subject: Spires log

follows suit.
* B5-Kyrus looks down both tunnels
* B5-Psionc follows maintaining the distance and making absolutely no
noise
<B5-Silvan> (( describe the tunnels please ))
* A5-Flnthr is ultra silent.
* B5-Kyrus shrugs and follows Marusk at a reasonable distance
<DM1> One leader or both team leaders will have to choose the
tunnel.
<A5-Kherr> Whooee... This is it...
* B5-Silvan looks to Potts
<DM1> One to the left is low...dwarven height..and bends slightly.
<B5-Potts> Silvan will be choosing the path
<DM1> One to the right is a bit higher..and from it comes the sound of
running water.
<A5-Lan> Lets not split up...It could be deadly
<B5-Potts> He is point and has that ability
* A5-Kherr quiets himself to a whisper.
* B5-Marusk looks to Silvan, awaiting his decision.
* B5-Silvan kneels looking through each tunnel
* A5-Golden follows the groups, his empty hands hanging casually by
his sides.
* A5-Flnthr thinks right would be best, easier to maneuver.
<B5-Silvan> the water could be treacherous to cross on a mission of
stealth
* A5-Arhea tries to feel the energy of the tunnels
* B5-Potts nods
* A5-Kherr glances to Silvan, nodding. "And we CAN fit in dwarf-
caves..."
* A5-Fitz follows silently...darkness moving...is all you see and hear
<A5-Kherr> Uncomfortably, but we can.
* B5-Kyrus frowns slightly, peering down the tunnel on the right
<A5-Fitz> The water would quite our moving
* B5-Silvan moves to the left
* B5-Psionc turns to Silvan whispering "If need be I can get us across
the water without touching it..."
<OneStab-A> Looks like we split here.. which team which tunnel?
<B5-Silvan> wait
* B5-Silvan stops
*** A5-Lan has quit IRC (Connection reset by peer)
* B5-Silvan looks at Psi
* B5-DaeGar looks to silvan
<DM1> The forces cannot split.
<A5-Kherr> We don't split. Oh no..
<B5-Silvan> hmmm
* B5-Marusk thinks One is lagged quite horribly.
<B5-Potts> PLEASE
<B5-Kyrus> Silvan...I recommend the right tunnel...
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<B5-Kyrus> if we were to encounter something...the extra room is a
benefit...
<A5-Fitz> ping a5-fitz
<B5-Potts> Contact your TEAM leaders with suggestions
* B5-Silvan looks to Kyrus
<B5-Kyrus> Whereas crawling on our hands and knees hinders our
movement ability...
<B5-Silvan> aye perhaps ye are right
*** Lann is now known as A5-Lan
* B5-Marusk looks to Potts, offering a suggestion.
<A5-Kherr> Lan... Good you're back...
* A5-Lan nods
* A5-Fitz nods to all going where they lead
* B5-Silvan waits for all suggestions to be made looking towards the
right cave
* B5-Psionc nods in consent to Kyrus
<A5-Lan> Think of our opponents..
* A5-Flnthr hovers silently looking behind him, all around, 360*
<A5-Lan> They are probably goblins.. maybe orcs...
<B5-Silvan> aye to the right then...
<A5-Lan> Drow and Druegar if we are unlucky
<A5-Lan> Move to where we have room
* B5-Syra tilts her head to the side, listening to the sounds of the
cave.
<A5-Kherr> Alright...
<B5-Silvan> Psi and rue can get us across the water
<DM1> Team leaders..has a tunnel been selected?
*** B5-Kyrus has quit IRC (Leaving)
<B5-Syra> (w) Or underneath?
<A5-Kherr> What of us, though?
* B5-Rue looks at Silvan, and then nods.
* A5-Lan glances around, giving a reassuring look to all friends
<A5-Kherr> We'll be behind.
<B5-Silvan> Potts is this agreeable to ye?
* A5-Fitz nods to Lan
<A5-Lan> Kherr.. let us wait for them to go..
<B5-Potts> Silvan...your choice
<B5-Potts> Either way is fine
* A5-Kherr nods
* B5-Syra nods, ready to proceed.
<A5-Lan> Then we will decide what to do
<B5-Silvan> to the right then
* A5-Arhea looks at Lan
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* B5-Marusk nods, very curious as to the nature of the water sounds.
*** Falenthor is now known as A5-Flntr
*** A5-Golden has quit IRC (Ping timeout)
* B5-Syra looks to Kherr. Aye as in swimming underwater? It is a
possibility.
* A5-Lan rides up to the junction as team b leaves
* A5-Fitz looks around at all the darkness
* A5-Flntr follows behind Team A.
<DM1> You are entering the right-hand tunnel...
* A5-Flntr gazes with his infravision
*** B5-DaeGar has quit IRC (Leaving)
<A5-Kherr> Lan, you'll follow Daegar, give plenty of room.
<DM1> You have to crouch down a little bit in order to get
into the tunnel...but not too much.
* A5-Flntr releases his flight spell by lands ultra silently.
*** B5-DaeGar (campbell@dial-11.ilinks.net) has joined #dragon*spires
* A5-Fitz glances around slowly...
* B5-Syra follows them into the right tunnel, one hand feeling the
tunnel wall to her left.
<A5-Flnthr> I agree But right could have dragons
* A5-Flnthr nods and moves along
*** OneStab-A is now known as A5-OneSta
*** A5-Flnthr has quit IRC (Leaving)
* B5-Silvan moves stealthily through the tunnel
* B5-Potts glares at Fal....
<B5-Syra> Anything is possible Fal.
* A5-Flntr checks for trap doors or doors in ultra secrecy and
stealth.
<DM1> As you enter the tunnel...you see that there is an underground
stream that follows along the tunnel path.
*** A5-Flntr is now known as A5-Flnthr
* B5-Syra quietens, her delicate Elven ears listening.
<A5-Kherr> Potts, he knows what he's doing...
* A5-Lan leads team A right behind team B
<A5-Flnthr> Hmmm
<B5-Potts> <How Deep?>
* B5-DaeGar moves stealthily through the tunnel in rear
staying 5 feet behind whoever he is supposed to be behind
<A5-Lan> Watch out for illusions...
<B5-Potts> <and Wide?>
* A5-Kherr follows Lan, checking back for the others making sure
they're fine, able to see with his infravision
* A5-Fitz follows Lan checking the walls and floor for traps
* B5-Silvan listening and watching as he moves forward, his elven
senses concentrated to their peak
* A5-Arhea watches the water closely
<A5-Lan> Aboleth are mosters who live in underground water and can
produce deadly illusions
* B5-Marusk glances into the water for a moment as they walk
along.
* A5-Flnthr listens with all elven senses.
<DM1> The tunnel begins to descend..the underground stream quickens..
* B5-Syra watches her footing on the slippery stone cavern floor.
<A5-Kherr> We should watch out for water wierds, too...
<A5-Flnthr> Hmm
* A5-Fitz in a low crouch...follows....looking around
* A5-Flnthr contemplates the situation.
<DM1> As you approach a curve..you see a Dwarven sign.
* A5-Lan draws his rapiers
* A5-Flnthr says in a low whisper "if we can stay above the water, we
will be alright, but how we do that...."
* B5-Silvan holds his hand signalling for a stop
* A5-Kherr knows dwarven...
* A5-Arhea holds close to the cavern walls
* A5-Fitz holds his trench daggers in a reverse grip
* B5-DaeGar looks to the sign
<DM1> It says, "Those who follow the river....will not get lost in the
caves forever."
<B5-Syra> Shhhh...(w) Let's not alert anyone or thing of our approach,
shall we?
* B5-Marusk picks his way carefully along until the stop is signaled.
* B5-Potts echos the sign to Kherr
* B5-Silvan whispers back to Marusk a sign
* A5-Flnthr knows druegar.
* B5-Syra stops.
* B5-DaeGar stops immediately dropping to his belly
* B5-Potts moves forward to Silvans position
* B5-Marusk nods, turning his head to the group.
<A5-Flnthr> <w> "it may be a trap"
* B5-Psionc stops and lowers his Scimtar
* B5-Rue stops and steps back, as she blends into the shadows behind
her.
<B5-Silvan> <w> hmmm do you think it's a trick?
<DM1> The tunnel begins to widen...as it approaches a cavern.
<A5-Fitz> Aye...a trap
* A5-OneSta smiles
<A5-Kherr> Check the hand-writing...
* A5-Lan shakes his head
<B5-Silvan> dwarves are nae usually so blunt
<A5-Flnthr> <w> "we could have someone search ahead"
<A5-Flnthr> <w> " Yeah, check it, see how old it is"
<B5-Potts> Nae....
<A5-Fitz> It's to coincidental for a sign to be here
<B5-Potts> I donae believe it to be a trap...
<B5-Marusk> <w> Hard to say...but then, we chose this tunnel. And I
doubt we wish to go back."
<A5-OneSta> No... it simply means.. you follow the river downstream...
all you need to is follow it upstream to find the way out.
* B5-Potts looks back to One nodding
<A5-Kherr> <w> Someone should go ahead, yes.
* A5-Flnthr will.
<A5-Fitz> As will i
* A5-Kherr looks to One, then to Fal. "No..."
* A5-Flnthr wonders if this such a good idea but puts that
thought away from his mind.
<A5-Kherr> One has the idea...
<B5-Potts> <w> Lets move...Silvan...keep an eye out for *anything*
unusuall
* B5-Silvan snaps his fingers at one's words
<A5-Flnthr> <w> "2 better than one"
<A5-Kherr> One as in OneStab
* B5-Marusk glances into the water for any signal of life, ranger
senses looking for the right signs.
* B5-Potts moves back to his position and signals his Team to move
<A5-Fitz> <w> That's true
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<B5-Silvan> <w> aye one is correct
* B5-DaeGar lifts his head up
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* A5-Flnthr does the same as marusk.
* B5-Silvan moves forward
* A5-Flnthr continues thinking.
<DM1> As you proceed.....the tunnel opens to a cavern...
* A5-Kherr follows suit..
<DM2> Grumble...team A if you wish...please change you nick as the
others. Kherr team leader
* A5-Flnthr moves in ultra-silence and stays within the shadows.
* B5-Potts signals his team to flank about to the right and signals to
Kherr to hold
* A5-Kherr crouches, ready for anything
<DM1> In the cavern, you find an abandoned dwarven work area..there
are abandoned mining tables....sacks for bagging ore...a dusty table
with a book on it.
* A5-Kherr looks to the ceiling
* A5-Flnthr readies the twin daggers.
* A5-Kherr nods. <Q> Lan... Wait a minute...
* B5-Marusk moves to the aforementioned flank position, holding his
blade level in silence.
* B5-Syra stealthily moves upon silent feet to the right of the
cavern.
* A5-Flnthr checks the floor and sides.
* B5-Silvan does as Potts says
* A5-Fitz crouchs readies his trench knives
* B5-Silvan silently removes eltheriel from its sheath
* B5-Potts motions to Mar and Silvan
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<A5-Flnthr> <w> "Someone check the sacks"
* B5-Marusk shifts his glance to Potts.
* B5-Rue drops her dagger to her hand.
* A5-Fitz moves to the sacks
* B5-Psionc follows keeping silent
<B5-Potts> :::signals Mar and Silvan::: <w> Go...carefully
<A5-Kherr> Fitz... wait
<A5-Flnthr> <w> "And the book"
* B5-Silvan lokoks at Potts
<B5-Silvan> <w> aye
<B5-Rue> I think that it's a trap...
* B5-Marusk nods.
* B5-DaeGar flanks to the right a bit waiting for everyone else.
* A5-Fitz stops and looks back to Kherr
* B5-Marusk looks to Silvan.
* B5-Silvan looks to Mar and nods
* B5-Potts motions for Kherr to join him
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* A5-Fitz moves back wards away from the sacks
* A5-Flnthr looks at his commander, Kherr.
* B5-Syra looks beyond the table and around the cavern.
* A5-Fitz glances to Kherr
* A5-Flnthr gazes towards the book.
* B5-Silvan moves to the left and watches as Mar moves to the right
* B5-Marusk motions to Silvan for a two-pronged progression, and
proceeds forward to the right of Silvan.
<A5-Kherr> Team B, wait here until I call...
<A5-Flnthr> <w> "The lorebook?"
* A5-Kherr walks slowly to Potts
<B5-Potts> Team A Kherr ;)
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<A5-Flnthr> <w> "Hmmm"
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<A5-Kherr> Team A, wait....
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<B5-Potts> <w> Mar and Silvan will check out the room
<A5-Kherr> Sorry Potts
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<A5-Fitz> <w> What do we do, Kherr?
* B5-Marusk distances himself a few meters to Silvan's side,
scrutinizing the walls, floor, and ceiling carefully.
* A5-Kherr nods
<A5-Flnthr> <w> "Kherr, let me check the book"
<DM1> The book is called "Dwarven Mining Lore."
<B5-Potts> <w> If something happens...well move to the
right....hold your team and be ready to surprise anything
* A5-Mer comes up from behind, coughing from the dust.
<A5-Kherr> <w> Wait Fal...
<A5-Mer> <m> Dammit...ye guys coulda waited. ::Grins::
* B5-Syra moves a bit more to the right, along the cavern wall.
<A5-Flnthr> <w> "I knew it!"
* B5-Silvan checks along the walls watching them
<B5-Rue> <w> Don't touch it...
<DM1> As Warden Merikus crosses the cavern floor..the floor crumbles
underneath him...and he falls into a goblin trap.
* A5-Kherr nods to Potts
* B5-Syra grins at Mer.
<A5-Fitz> <w> Let me check the sacks
<B5-Syra> Mer!
<B5-Potts> Merikus didn't cross anything
<A5-Flnthr> <w> "ooh god"
* B5-Marusk spins, hearing Mer fall.
* B5-Syra looks back as he disappears from sight.
<B5-Potts> It was Marusk
* A5-Flnthr quickly, but silently, removes his rope.
<A5-Mer> Crud!
* A5-Kherr glares at Fitz. Wait you fool...
* A5-Fitz leaps backwards from the trap
* A5-Mer falls through the floor.
<A5-Mer> Help!
<DM1> His head and shoulders are at floor length..and the
rest of him is in the trap.
* A5-Flnthr lowers the rope to him.
* B5-Potts chuckles and turns back to Mar
<A5-Kherr> Fitz, Fal, help him out.
* A5-Fitz nods "Aye, sir"
<A5-Flnthr> <w>"Someone help me"
<DM1> You try to pull him up, but he appears stuck in some
way you cannot figure out.
<B5-Syra> Hold on. What sort of trap is it?
* B5-Silvan looks back at Mer but keeps watching the walls
<A5-Flnthr> <w>"Mer, grab the rope"
* A5-Mer looks at Kherr. "Get me the hell outta here!"
<A5-Flnthr> <w>Hmm
* B5-Marusk nearly grins, wondering where Mer came from.
* A5-Fitz goes to help merikus out
<DM1> The floor gave way beneath him...and now he is stuck...
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* A5-Flnthr walks to him.
* B5-Marusk turns to Silvan.
* A5-Fitz grabs some of the rope
* A5-Mer grabs the rope, and can't get out.
* B5-Silvan stops
<A5-Mer> <m> I'm bloody stuck. Wonderful.
* A5-Flnthr quickly and silently attaches the harness above
the trap, checking traps before proceeding.
* B5-Silvan looks back at Mer
* A5-Fitz starts to pull the rope
* A5-OneSta begins sliding his sword on the floor in front of
him, pressing just enough to set any further traps
* A5-Flnthr thinks.
<B5-Syra> Mer...can you look down to see what's holding you?
* B5-Marusk gestures to the tables.
* B5-Psionc lays on the floor and looks down into the trap
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<A5-Kherr> Lan, you stay with the team...
* B5-Potts motions to Mar and Silvan to move about the
perimeter and then to the table
<A5-Mer> Are the Asyri monitoring this area? Can we use Magic?
<A5-Kherr> Mer, DON'T...
* A5-Flnthr slowly slides above Mer.
<A5-Kherr> Not yet..
* A5-OneSta watches the rear as the others crowd around mer.
* B5-Rue looks around, trying to sense if magic is being used...
<A5-Flnthr> Hmm
* B5-Marusk mouths. "Check tables."
<B5-Syra> It's best not too...unless dire circumstances call for it
Mer.
* B5-Silvan checks the rest of the perimeter wary of any traps and
watching for them
<A5-Flnthr> <w> "Mer, look down"
* B5-Silvan nods
<A5-Flnthr> <w> "Whats holding you
<DM1> Merikus is stuck in a small hole....his head above
it..there is no way he can look down.
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* B5-Silvan moves to the tables carefully
* B5-Marusk checks the rest of the perimeter, testing each piece of
floor ahead with his foot before proceeding.
* A5-Flnthr hangs above Mer.
* A5-Mer looks down.....trying to see what the trap is like, and
cussin'
* B5-DaeGar gets back in the game ((was lagged majorly))
* A5-Fitz braces himself to pull on the rope incase he slips
into the pit
<A5-Flnthr> Hmmm
* B5-Marusk examines the contents of each table as he passes by.
* A5-Flnthr slowly lowers himself.
* A5-Lan looks to the trap
<DM1> The sign outside warned about goblin traps...perhaps the dwarves
know something about how he could be aided.
<A5-Kherr> <q>Team A, stay out of the cavern... We're holding
rear, remember that!
<A5-Flnthr> <w> "Mer, kick your feet"
* B5-Syra is still standing at the right wall of the
cavern...watching.
* A5-Mer tries to kick his feet.
* A5-Lan nods
<DM1> Merikus's feet cannot move.
* B5-Silvan checks the tables carefully
<A5-Kherr> Wait...
<B5-Syra> I think we need to check the book.
<A5-Flnthr> <w> I know
* A5-Lan keeps team A except for Falenthor who is doing other
stuff out of the cavern
<A5-Kherr> I'll go check the sign to see what gives
* A5-Fitz braces somemore just incase the rope slips
<A5-Kherr> Syra, No...
* A5-OneSta is happily holding the rear
<A5-Fitz> ((And me..))
* A5-Flnthr is above Mer trying to help him
<A5-Kherr> Not yet
<A5-Flnthr> <w> "Someone needs to get the book"
<A5-Flnthr> <w> And get someone who can read dwarven
<A5-Kherr> Fal, wait...
<A5-Flnthr> <w> Fitz
<A5-Kherr> Someone check the book for traps.
<B5-Rue> Wait...
* B5-Marusk glances about for an exit.
<A5-Kherr> I can...
<A5-Flnthr> <w> Check the ground around Mer.
* A5-Fitz braces the rope so that Flnthr doesnt slip
<A5-Fitz> <w> Aye
<B5-Marusk> DM: Any noticeable exits from the cavern besides
where we came?
* A5-Flnthr is in the harness.
<A5-Kherr> DM, where was the sign the warned about traps?
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* A5-Fitz slowly checks the area around the trap
* B5-Psionc goes to look at the Dwarven Mine lore book
<B5-Syra> Aye Kherr....at the entrance of the cave.
* B5-Potts waits for Team A to get control of themselves
<A5-Flnthr> <w> Anything there?
<DM1> The stream follows into another tunnel...leading away
from this cavern.
* A5-Fitz slowly and carefully checking the floor with his
knives
* B5-Marusk nods.
* A5-Kherr goes to read the sign again
<A5-Fitz> <w> Can't find anything yet
* A5-Lan holds onto Falenthor's rope so he doesn't slip
* A5-Mer growls, his eyes flashing Necrosarian red.
<A5-Flnthr> <w> If not, try to move some away to free up Mer.
* B5-Marusk proceeds along the perimeter carefully once
more...picking his way with cautious feet.
* B5-Syra looks to the book on the table, making her way
carefully towards it.
* B5-Rue looks at the stream...
* A5-Fitz continues to check around the hole
<A5-Mer> <q> If ye people can't get me outta here....I'll
have t' get m'self out!
<A5-Flnthr> SHHH!
<A5-Kherr> DM-- Reading the sign again
<A5-Kherr> Keep trying to get Mer out.
<DM1> Merikus is completely stuck...
* B5-Marusk does so until he arrives at the other end of the cavern,
standing on one side of the new tunnel entrance.
<A5-Flnthr> DM1: Can we find anything?
<A5-Fitz> <w> I'm friggin trying
* A5-Grumbl grumbles to himself as he looks around
<A5-Flnthr> <w> okay
* B5-Syra doesn't pick it up, but opens the front cover very
carefully.
<A5-Flnthr> <w> last chance
<DM1> You might check the book for entries about goblin traps.
* B5-Marusk motions for Silvan to join him on the other side if he
can.
<A5-Fitz> DM1: yea looking around the hole
* A5-Lan looks to Mer
* A5-Mer rubs 'is hand t' gether.
<A5-Flnthr> <w> Someone get the BOOK
<A5-Lan> Falenthor... hold on
<A5-Kherr> DM!
* B5-Syra notices the brittle pages and turns them gently, so as not
to disturb the ancient writings.
* A5-Lan ties a rope around him
<B5-Potts> Please listen to me...This will move much more smoothly if
You contact your team leader with your suggestions
<B5-Rue> <w> I don't like that book...
<B5-Psionc> I WAS already looking at the book!
<B5-Potts> The DM"s can't tell whats going on
<A5-Flnthr> <w> Okay
<A5-Kherr> Readin the sign again for info
<A5-Kherr> Seeing if it says anything
* B5-Silvan moves carefully checking each step until he reaches Mar
* A5-Lan hands the end of the rope to Fitz "Hold this and don't let
go!"
* A5-Fitz nods to Flnthr and moves towards the book slowly
* B5-Silvan snaps quietly
<DM1> The entry reads...as follows...
* B5-Rue stands in the back of the tunnel...
* A5-Flnthr nods to lan "good idea"
<B5-Silvan> dinnae touch the book
* A5-Kherr nods
* B5-Marusk looks to Silvan.
<DM2> You read the following in the book
<DM2> Goblin tunnels are filled with glue
<DM2> Made from cobwebs of a grayish hue.
<DM2> Melt the webs with heat to free,
<DM2> But the goblins will demand a fee.
<DM2> They are picky about their bribes,
<DM2> And will fight if not satisfied."
* A5-Flnthr is still hanging over Mer.
* A5-Fitz stands up slowly looking at the book
* A5-Lan jumps down into the hole
<A5-Flnthr> <w> Whats it say?
<B5-Rue> Silvan is right...
* B5-Marusk cocks his head to the side curiously, nods.
* A5-Fitz looks at the book
<A5-Flnthr> <w> Glue!
* A5-Mer looks up at Fal. "'ey, Fal."
* A5-Lan catches a hand hold
<A5-Kherr> Team A, contact me with suggestion... MSGs
<A5-Fitz> <w> Shush i'm trying to read here
* A5-Lan reaches up with one hand to Falenthor "Take my hand"
* A5-Fitz looks to Kher waiting
<B5-Syra> Listen up everyone...*reads the inscription that the DM just
told*
* A5-Flnthr maneuvers down towards Mer and holds lan.
* B5-Marusk remains on one side of the tunnel mouth, leaning over to
glance down it, hoping his infravision can penetrate the darkness.
* A5-OneSta reads the "fee" part and begins scanning the crowd for
Virgins.....
* A5-Flnthr mummer and readies a flame spell.
<A5-Kherr> A fee?
* A5-Fitz looks back to the book
* A5-Lan reaches down with his other hand reaching for Merikus
* B5-Silvan does the same
* A5-Mer gets Lan's hand.
* A5-Lan forms a human bridge between Fal and Merikus
* A5-Fitz grabs the rope
* B5-Syra chuckles at one.
<A5-Lan> "Take my hand Mer!"
* A5-Flnthr reminds everyone that he has a HARNESS and is hanging OVER
Merikus.
* A5-Fitz braces himself
<B5-Syra> It says here, we must use heat to free Mer....but we must
also pay a fee to the goblins.
* A5-Lan feels his arms being pulled out of the sockets
<A5-Flnthr> Okay
<A5-Lan> "PULL US UP FITZ!"
<B5-Marusk> DM: What do Silvan and Mar see when looking down the
tunnel?
<A5-Flnthr> Now
<A5-Flnthr> On 3
* A5-Mer looks at Kherr. "Kher! I'm gonna become a blue mist...make
our live easy...any objections?"
<A5-Flnthr> Yank Mer while I hurl a flame spell.
* A5-Fitz starts to pull up on the rope
* B5-Marusk casts a quick glance to Lan.
<B5-Silvan> (( AFK ((
<DM1> The Harness doesn't work, Falenthor...only heat will free him.
* A5-Lan nods
<A5-Mer> It's Preast MAgic...the Asyri cannae prolly see it.
<B5-Syra> Hold on Flnthr....no spells.
<A5-Flnthr> I know
* B5-Marusk looks to everyone, placing a finger to his lips and waving
frantically.
<A5-Fitz> Pulling the rope here
<A5-Flnthr> I'm just hanging for him to get a vantage point
<A5-Kherr> Hold on...
* B5-Rue looks around...
<A5-OneSta> <w> Use the Force, Mer.. they Cannot see that..
* B5-Syra quietens upon see Mar's frantic waving.
<A5-Flnthr> Someone give me a torch
<A5-Flnthr> No magic Merikus
<B5-Rue> <w> Does anyone have a flint, or something that they can use
like that?
<A5-Flnthr> I forgot
* A5-Mer closes his eyes......
* B5-Rue nods...
* B5-Marusk shakes his head slowly, glancing back down the tunnel.
<A5-Lan> "Here!"
<A5-Lan> "In my bag.."
<A5-Kherr> I think we may have to burn it...
* A5-Flnthr lowers himself next to Mer.
<A5-Lan> "There is flint and steel"
* A5-Fitz pulls harder on the rope
<A5-Flnthr> Light it
<A5-Mer> <m> 'Tis a bloody Preast Spell. Gazriel is the one who gives
me this power..not the Weave.
<A5-Flnthr> Wait
* B5-Marusk glances to Lan again. "Shhh!"
* A5-Kherr looks to Syra. "But we don't know what kind of fee.
<A5-Flnthr> Stop pulling
* A5-Lan holds onto Fal and Mer's hands
<A5-Flnthr> ((I'm whispering everything))
* B5-Syra nods...we still must free him.
* B5-Marusk glances back down the tunnel with Silvan again, keeping a
constant vigil.
<DM1> What would you use to melt glue...that had dried?
* A5-Fitz stops pulling and braces himself
<A5-Flnthr> Fire
<B5-Potts> No
<A5-Flnthr> Hmm
<A5-Lan> Water
<A5-Flnthr> Or maybe acid
* B5-Syra looks back at the book, reading the inscription once again.
* B5-Silvan stands watching
* A5-Mer left his Glue Solvent at home.
<A5-Kherr> Everyone quiet.
* A5-Lan starts to spit on the glue
<A5-Flnthr> Water
<DM1> Lan is right...hot water.
* A5-Flnthr smacks himself
<A5-Kherr> Everyone quiet.
<B5-Potts> You'll Burn Merikus and notify our presence
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<A5-Fitz> <w> Aye fire would work...
* A5-Lan nods
<A5-Arhea> Didn't the book say cobwebs and heat?
<A5-Lan> Ok
<A5-Lan> Here is what we do
* A5-Flnthr thanks god he brought along a water bottle.
<A5-Lan> Marusk..
<A5-Kherr> Mer, you mind your feet getting toasty? Because they will.
* A5-Flnthr takes it out.
<A5-Lan> Can you start a small fire!?
<A5-Kherr> Lan, Sh.
<B5-Rue> <w> Cobwebs were mentioned...
* A5-Flnthr thinks the heat from his blade would do the trick.
<DM1> There is water in the stream just behind you.
<A5-Mer> Kher...oh...duh.
* A5-Fitz pulls out his own water skin

<A5-Mer> Someone stab me!
<A5-Mer> I'm serious! Cut my head off!
<A5-Kherr> Quiet Mer.
<A5-Arhea> Aye...that I have, the cobwebs
* A5-Flnthr places his enchanted sword against the bottom of the water
and it slowly becomes hotter.
* A5-Flnthr brought water along
* B5-Marusk shakes his head to Lan as a negative answer to
the fire question.
* A5-Mer looks at Kher. "I have the ring!"
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* A5-Flnthr sheathes the sword.
<A5-Mer> If my body is mortally wounded, it turns to gem..and I appear
behind the attacker!
* A5-Flnthr looks down at Merikus
* A5-Lan drops Mer's hand and reaches up for the hot waterskin
<A5-Lan> "Hand it to me"
* A5-Kherr glares at Mer. "Just quiet."
<A5-Flnthr> Okay everyone
<A5-Flnthr> Ready
<A5-Flnthr> On 3
* A5-Flnthr checks and waits......
<A5-Flnthr> 1..
<A5-Flnthr> 2.
<A5-Flnthr> 2
<A5-Flnthr> 3
<A5-Mer> Kher.....just do it.
<A5-Kherr> Wait.
* A5-Lan graps Mer's hand
* A5-Fitz gets ready to pull
* A5-Flnthr pours the water near Merikus hoping it burns it away.
* A5-Fitz tugs on the rope
* A5-Lan forms the human poll
<A5-Flnthr> NOW!
<A5-Kherr> Fal, stop. Everyone stop. NOW
* A5-Flnthr tugs on Mer.
<DM1> As you pour the water...merikus can feel the glue loosening.
* A5-Fitz pulls for all he's worth
<A5-Kherr> Listen to me!
* A5-Lan looks to the glue
<A5-Kherr> <hissingL I said stop!
* A5-Flnthr wonders if it worked.
<A5-Lan> Stop pulling and listen to Kherr :Harsh whisper!
<A5-Mer> ok...wait!
<A5-Kherr> <hissing> Stop!!!
<A5-Mer> Everyone, stop.
* A5-Flnthr suddenly stops wondering if it
<A5-Flnthr> worked
* A5-Fitz looks to Kherr
* A5-Grumbl leans on his battle axe, listening
* A5-Kherr looks to Mer. <w> You sure this'll work?
* B5-Syra thinks a knife heated might do the trick.
* A5-Flnthr stops.
* A5-Lan holds on to Mer's hand with one hand and Fal's harness strap
with the other
<A5-Mer> Now.
<A5-Mer> Let me explain.
<DM1> Merikus can now move his legs...and can feel his body moving...
<A5-Kherr> Lan, stop.
<A5-Mer> I have a magical ring...a Gift form Zoma....
* A5-Flnthr looks to Kherr as he swings back and forth but lows
himself on his harness.
<A5-Flnthr> Syra, we have heated water
* B5-Marusk remains guarding the exit with Silvan.
<A5-Flnthr> Okay
<A5-Mer> If I get mortally wounded....I become a crystal..and come up
behind the attacker..right before he killed me.
* A5-Flnthr looks at the rest of his water.
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* A5-Lan looks into Mer's eyes
<A5-Mer> Soooooo.....if ye kill me, then I'll get out.
* A5-Flnthr waits for the signal.
<A5-Lan> All right Mer
* A5-Lan drops Mer's hand
<A5-Fitz> <w> Why don't we try the water first
* B5-Syra slowly glances through the book once more.
* A5-Lan unsheaths his rapier
<A5-Flnthr> I agree
<A5-Flnthr> Water
<A5-Flnthr> NO
* A5-Mer grins. "Ask Mar. I used to stab myself for fun."
<A5-Flnthr> LAN!
* B5-Syra glances up at Mer, incredulously.
<DM1> Someone has already poured water.
<A5-Flnthr> <loud/soft whisper>
* A5-Lan looks to Mer "You sure?"
<A5-OneSta> Wait.. I have an idea then.. let's just Kill Mer and he
will appear behind.. say.. me
<DM1> The glue is loose...please pay attention to the DM instructions.
<A5-Kherr> Alright then...
* A5-Mer looks at Lan.
* A5-Flnthr thinks this won't work.
* A5-Fitz shakes his head slowly
* A5-Mer looks at the Lagged One.
* A5-Kherr takes his sword and readies to stab Mer.
* A5-Lan nods
* A5-Flnthr thinks this is stupid.
* A5-Flnthr poured water.
<B5-Syra> Hold Kherr...
<A5-Flnthr> Lets just tug him out.
<A5-Kherr> DM, how much can Mer move?
* A5-Lan straps his sword through Merikus eye
* A5-Mer narrows his eyes. "Someone...kill me."
<A5-Kherr> Lan!
* B5-Marusk takes a moment to glance back at the antics of those in
the middle of the cavern, then back to his vigil.
<DM1> He can move his legs...and his midsection is also
loosening..from the melting glue.
* A5-Flnthr watches at the gruesome gore.
* B5-Silvan looks to the commotion behind them
* A5-Fitz grabs the rope bracing himself ready to pull
* A5-Mer appears behind Lan, his lightsaber blazing to life, as his
other body becomes a dark green crystal.
<B5-Rue> He's glued in, Fal...
* A5-Flnthr sighs.
<B5-Silvan> <w> damn ye all! do ye know anything about stealth!
* A5-Kherr looks to Syra.
* A5-Mer makes a flourishing bow. "Hello!"
<B5-Silvan> <w> in the name of Mielikki shut yer mouths now!
* A5-Lan turns around to Merikus
<A5-Flnthr> SHH!
* B5-Potts thinks it's time to start warning ppl
* A5-Flnthr wonders if that antic by Mer worked
* A5-Mer sheaths the lightsaber, and looks at his now-crystal-body.
<A5-Kherr> <hissing> Look here, everyone be quiet, This is no time
for chit-chat.
<A5-OneSta> ((needs to run AFK for a sec))
* A5-Fitz is ready to pull mer out of the hole, since he's braced
himself with the rope
* A5-Kherr glares around.
<DM1> Merikus is out of the trap.
* B5-Syra lifts the book gently from it's place on the table, placing
it into her pack...if needed further.
<B5-Potts> LISTEN UP PPL
<A5-Kherr> Fitz, mer is already out
<A5-Mer> ((Ok..everyone hold. Mer's free, because of a ring that he's
had ever since I started RPing him..ok?))
<A5-Lan> Sh
* A5-Flnthr rappels back to solid ground and puts his harness back.
<B5-Potts> TEAM A....You need to talk to your TEAM LEADER with your
suggestions then act after his approval
* A5-Fitz lets go of the rope and sighs
* A5-Lan listens to Kherr and Potts
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* A5-Kherr glances around. Please don't try my patience.
* A5-Grumbl sits on the floor, and pulls out wineskin full of dwarven
mead out of his magical pouch, and begins drinking it
*** Gooblin (mokole-@hydra.mnsinc.com) has joined #dragon*spires
* A5-Lan glares as a goblin enters
<B5-Potts> PLEASE keep your comments to a *MINIMUM*
* A5-Lan unsheaths his rapiers
<DM1> A goblin pops out of the trap to get hold of Merkus.
* A5-Flnthr sighs.
<Goblinr> Goblinr shows his fangs.. cracked and broken... stained
with blood and gore-clawed hands grabbing the side of the pit and
pulling out -
<A5-Mer> ((His ex-body is now stuck in the hole, in the form
of a green crystal, which breaks at a touch. Thank you.))
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#Dragon*spires
<A5-Kherr> ((Someone me secret channel))
* B5-Syra 's eyes widen.
* A5-Lan eyes the goblins
* Gooblin steps out of the shadows, a hideous dwarf of a creature, his
thick, dark green skin hidden beneath rag clothing, his lips drawn
back in a gnarled smile to revealed rows of jagged, broken teeth,
his almond eyes contain slit pupils, his long, pointed ears slicked
back slightly.
* A5-Flnthr unsheathes both Dreamblade and Elvensinger.
<B5-Silvan> (( Sira! Mokie! ))
* B5-Syra withdraws her ElvenBlade, a definite *hiss* resounding as it
greets the air.
<Goblinr> Goblinr is a pale sickly green goblin.. puss oozing from
open sores.. taters of reeking cloth hanging from his hips.. toes
caked with black loam
<Goblinr> Goblinr sneers - yellowed fangs cracked as drool drips over
his chin in a thick slick glob-breath stinking of rotting corpses as
he drags his knuckles on the ground while hunching forward in a slow
lope
* Gobby steps out of the cavern
* A5-Kherr readies Storm Seeker.
* Gobby is an ugly brute of a goblin, with bulbous yellow eyes and
wart covered sickening greenish tinted skin, dressed in some kind of
skins better not identified, drool falling from a corner of it's
twisted lips.
<A5-Kherr> Company!
* A5-Flnthr looks to Goblinr
<A5-Lan> Don't kill them all..
* B5-Psionc looks to the gooblin
<B5-Syra> Yuck! What a sight.
* A5-Fitz pulls his trench daggers looking at the monster
* Goblinr grabs Mer... long raked claws reaching for Merikus
* A5-Flnthr glares at Goblinr
* B5-Rue begins to back away into the back of the cavern, swinging her
cloak around her...
* A5-Kherr leaps to Mer
* B5-Potts moves forward towards the Goblins
<DM1> The goblins have come to reclaim their prize...you had better
consult the Lorebook to find out what to do.
<Goblinr> Dinner! :: snarls with glee
<B5-Silvan> wait all! Mar can communicate with them
* A5-Mer unsheathes Galiathon. "You wanna fight, slime?"
::looking down at the goblin grabbing him::
* Goblinr pulls Merikus backward into his scaly grip
* Gooblin slowly moves out from the darkened recesses, moving past the
sticky web and towards the band of creatures.
* B5-Rue slips back into the shadows and kneels down, hiding in
them...
* A5-Flnthr knows goblin
* B5-Marusk remains by the door, looking to goblins.
* A5-Flnthr speaks in goblin "What do you want?"
<B5-Syra> Oh my....*withdraws the lore book, swiftly leafing through
the pages once again*
<B5-Potts> Marusk...get up here. You speak goblin
* A5-Flnthr speaks in goblin "Release Merikus"
* A5-Fitz looks to the beast
* A5-Kherr looks to Syra. "You never fought these?"
* Goblinr drools on Mer... wrapping arms around him evilly
* B5-Marusk almost opens his mouth to speak, but sees Falen has beaten
him to it.
<A5-Mer> ((DM, am I being dragged, or does it just have a hold of
me?))
* A5-Flnthr speaks in goblin "And we may let you live"
* Gobby drools greedily as it looks at Mer..
<A5-Kherr> Syra, the book, NOW!
* A5-Flnthr runs to the lorebook silently
<B5-Syra> I'm looking Kherr.
* A5-Flnthr picks the book up and speed reads it.
<DM2> But the goblins will demand a fee. They are picky about their
bribes, and will fight if not satisfied."
* B5-Marusk retains his place by the door, listening to Falenthor and
looks to the goblins for responses.
* B5-Potts grabs hold of Flnthr and shakes him violently
<B5-Potts> CHILL OUT
* A5-Fitz glances around ready to do anything
<Goblinr> Goblinr drags a rotten bag behind him... leaving a slimy
trail.. glistening red slick
* A5-Flnthr looks on with Syra.
* B5-Marusk retains a loose grip on his blade.
* A5-Lan stand protectively in front of the back portions of the army
* B5-Syra steps back a few steps, trying to shed some light onto the
written words.
* A5-Flnthr reads along.
* A5-Flnthr readies his grenades just incase for a speedy escape.
* A5-Lan walks over and stands by Potts
* A5-Flnthr checks both daggers.
* A5-Mer holds on to Galiathon.....wondering if he's being
dragged....or just held.
<A5-Flnthr> Hmm
* B5-Syra looks for a fee...
<A5-Flnthr> Clothing
<A5-Kherr> Yeah yeah... Fal!
<A5-Flnthr> That's what they need
<A5-Kherr> FAL! Ask what they want!
<B5-Syra> Ask him what sort of fee he demands.
<A5-Flnthr> clothing
* A5-Fitz watches the rear as well as the front of the army
* Gooblin lets out a deep breath, the rank odor of his breath
billowing forward, the stench slowly wafting across you noise, filling
your stomach with a soft nausea.
* B5-Potts holds out a Necklace of Gold encrusted with an emerald for
the Goblins to see
* Goblinr starts to finger Mer's clothing... feeling him for toughness
.. wondering how well he can be roasted - or if he should be eaten
raw
<A5-Kherr> Mar, you too!
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#Dragon*Spires * A5-Flnthr quickly whips out clothing
* A5-Flnthr speaks in goblin
* A5-Fitz gags
<A5-Flnthr> "You goblins, I have clothes" "Nice clothes" "You want?"
* Goblinr widens his eyes at Potts's necklace..
* B5-Marusk has a feeling that they're not in the mood to communicate,
but listens to Falen.
<A5-Flnthr> "Lots of clothes"
* B5-Syra sniffs, making a face.
* A5-Mer kicks down on Goblinr's hand, attempting to break the wrist
with the swift kick.
* B5-Silvan stands watching the mouth of the channel
<A5-Kherr> Mar, ask anyway
* Goblinr sneers at Flnthr.. pulling mer father back
* B5-Potts motions from the necklace to Merikus signaling a trade
* A5-Flnthr lays down various shirts, non-precious stones and a few
gems.
* A5-Lan walks over and stands by Silvan
<A5-Fitz> Potts yer necklace!!
* A5-Flnthr puts down some more fancy clothing
<A5-Flnthr> "Yours"
* Gooblin walks slowly over to Mer, closing his two small, sharply
clawed hands on his arm, lines or saliva streaming from his mouth
and cascading down onto Mer's shoulder.
<A5-Flnthr> "Take"
<Goblinr> we don need no damn stinkin human clothes ::hisses between
his cracked lips
<A5-Fitz> ((loud whisper))
<A5-Flnthr> "Those are goblin clothing"
<A5-Mer> Get the stang off of me you Asyri loving slime...::to the
goblin::
* B5-Silvan nods to Lan
* B5-Marusk speaks to the goblins with a haughty tone. "Then what do
you need?"
* Gooblin runs his arm across his mouth, wiping away a river of drool
from the cracked, leathery lips.
* Goblinr dances around a bit... letting Goob hold on to Mer
* Gobby reaches up a long dirty claw and picks at its teeth, a small
piece of rotten meat falling to the ground as it follows Goob.
<A5-Flnthr> "Funkt, my goblin friend wore those to parties"
<A5-Flnthr> "You want swords"
<A5-Lan> Welcome to hell Silvan.. so much for stealth, eh? <w>
* Goblinr leers at them
<B5-Silvan> aye
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* B5-Silvan nods
* A5-Flnthr drops some fake wooden swords down.
<B5-Silvan> I cannae believe this
* A5-Mer growls, his eyes flashing Necrosarian....
* Goblinr eyes Potts hungrily.. eyes going to the bright glittering
necklace
* A5-Flnthr pushes the swords towards the goblins.
<A5-Kherr> Everyone wait! Let Fal, Mar and Potts do this.
<B5-Silvan> the Asyri will be on us any minute if they are here <w>
<B5-Kyrus> ((boy...talk about a bad kick))
<B5-Potts> Do you like?
* B5-Rue snorts... "Mensch... If this weren't a stealth adventure, I'd
have this done already..."
<A5-Flnthr> "You want necklace?"
* A5-Lan thinks that if Fal had all of this he would be so overloaded
and encumbered he couldn't move
* B5-Syra seeks further into the book, looking for any demands that a
goblin might want.
* B5-Rue stays where she is...
<Goblinr> ye stupid skinny humans... :: snarls
<Gooblin> Sickly human....tender flesh....cook well....
*looking Mer over, his eyes dancing with hunger*
* B5-Marusk continues with his haughty tone. "Surely something brings
you here...What is it you want, hmm? Jewelry? Clothes?"
* Goblinr eyes Potts again..
*** DM2 sets mode: +s
* Gooblin slowly swivels his head to look at one of his brethren, his
large eyes getting wider to adjust to the darkness. A strand of
drool runs out of his gaping maw, hanging for a moment before
falling to the ground.
<A5-Fitz> <w> The necklace Potts
<Goblinr> pretty pretty :: hisses.. fingers clicking together
* B5-Marusk grins to them, making his tone patronizing. "Come
on...don't just stand there wasting our time."
* A5-Flnthr looks for some sort of food.
* Gobby lets a gooey ball of foul smelling goo slide from hits lips
and onto the prisoner whom it is leaning over and looking at.
<B5-Potts> You leave us...never to return...and you can have it
* Goblinr snatches at the sparklies
* A5-Flnthr hurls apiece of meat which looks like flesh.
* A5-Lan hands Marusk some dried meat rations "Try this"
* B5-Potts pulls it back
* A5-Mer looks at Goblinr...speaking in perfect Goblin. "<q>
I should let you know I am Kin of Dragons. I suggest you let me go, or
pay the dire consequences."
<Goblinr> more. :: hisses at Potts
* A5-Kherr glares at Fal
* B5-Syra almost gags at the smell and sight of the goblins.
* Goblinr snaps his fangs together.... snarling at Potts
<B5-Marusk> <w> Toss it to them, Lan.
* A5-Flnthr speaks in goblin using an accent "Take all"
<B5-Potts> A trade or nothing
* B5-Silvan disappears into the shadows watching the cave mouth
* A5-Fitz tosses one of his necklaces to Potts
* A5-Lan tosses the meat to the goblins
<Goblinr> Goblinr sneers again, picking a large chuck covered with
hair out of his fangs... looking like a rats tail
<Goblinr> Goblinr inspects it thoughtfully and chomps on
it.. swallowing with a sickening gulp
<A5-Fitz> <W> Here Potts
* A5-Flnthr readies his crossbow, ready to shoot them dead on the
spot.
* B5-Syra withdraws a shiny golden necklace from around her neck,
attached to the end of a pale opal gem. She holds it up high.
<DM1> It is not a good idea to force goblins to attack.
* Goblinr watches the sparkly fly through the air
* A5-Kherr hands Potts his pouch, which holds gems and jewelry.
* Gooblin lowers his nostrils to Mer's flesh, inhaling deeply.
<B5-Potts> See...Now two necklaces
<A5-Kherr> Try that
* B5-Marusk sees Potts has the situation in hand and ceases his
taunts, glancing down the tunnel.

Date: Thu, 25 Jul 1996 10:52:48 -0400
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Subject: Spires log

<Goblinr> ya ya!!! :: hops up and down....
<Goblinr> prettie prettie!
* A5-Mer shoots a glance at Falenthor. "Put away that weapon.
<B5-Potts> Yours if you leave us alone
* A5-Flnthr speaks in an overpowering goblin, like the goblin god
"Release Merikus"
* A5-Fitz starts to toss more of his necklaces to Potts
* A5-Mer looks at Goob. "Have you ever met a dragon?"
::speaks in Goblin::
<B5-Potts> Call your friends off of him :::points to Mer:::
* A5-Flnthr translates "You keep, let hooman go"
* Goblinr chomps his teeth and snatches the necklaces.. backing off
from them in glee
<A5-Kherr> B5-Potts I just gave you my pouch
<B5-Potts> K Kherr
<A5-Fitz> <w> Give him all my necklaces Potts, i've got a bunch
* B5-Potts pulls it back
* A5-Flnthr speaks in goblin "Our you die"
* Goblinr moves back to Mer.. sneering at him sarcastically
<Gooblin> Scaley dragon...cannot eat....tender human flesh....easy
cook....easy eat.... *nibbles on Mer's arm.
<Goblinr> ye weren't worth a shinny stone - but now I have shinnies!!
* A5-Lan shakes his head and disappears into the shadows with Silvan
<Goblinr> many shinies.. :: giggles and lopes toward the darkness of
the cave
* A5-Flnthr speaks in common
<A5-Flnthr> Oooh god
* A5-Fitz tosses another necklace to the goblin
<DM1> The goblins have accepted the bribes and are backing down the
goblin tunnel...
* A5-Mer smacks Goblinr with his hand.
* B5-Potts holds the necklaces up once again for the goblins viewing
* Goblinr grabs Gooblin and Gooby
<Goblinr> pretty pretties!
* Gooblin hops off of Mer and scrambles off into the darkness.
* B5-Potts sighs with relief
* B5-Marusk watches the goblins go.
* A5-Mer sheaths his sword, and growls.
<A5-Kherr> OK...
* Goblinr holds the necklaces up as he scuttles down the cavern
<B5-Potts> Merikus...are you alright?
* Gooblin reaches over and tries to rip on of the newfound treasures
from Goblinr
<A5-Fitz> <w> I knew those would come in handy...it's gifts from the
women
<A5-Mer> <q> If we did not have these damned Asyri....
* B5-Syra watches the vile creatures hobble off.
* B5-Rue laughs...
<A5-Mer> Yes, Potts.
<B5-Syra> Mer? Are you okay?
<A5-Kherr> Hold on... let's regroup.
<A5-Flnthr> Now
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<A5-Flnthr> We need a plan
* A5-Mer notices the nibble did nearly nothing.
<B5-Rue> Those idiots are worse than you mensch... *winks at Silvan*
<B5-Potts> K...lets regroup and get moving
* Goblinr vanishes into the darkness... giggling darkly
<A5-Flnthr> Agreed
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* B5-Silvan grins at Rue
* Gobby snorts and sturts off, looking about to attack Goblinr on the
way.
*** Gobby (dragonmlf@ip132.asheville.nc.interramp.com) has left
#Dragon*spires
*** Gooblin (mokole-@hydra.mnsinc.com) has left #dragon*spires
* A5-Fitz grins
* B5-Potts assembles his team and reforms
*** Sylvia is now known as petal
<DM1> There is only one tunnel out of the cavern..following the
stream.
* B5-Syra slips the book back into her pack, resheathing her blade.
*** A5-Arhea (~Arhea@dialup293.Bloomington.mci.net) has left
#dragon*spires
*** A5-Lan (Lan@DIALUP3389.SISNA.COM) has left #Dragon*Spires
* B5-Silvan steps out from the shadows
* A5-Flnthr moves back to his team.
* A5-Fitz moves to Kherr
* B5-Silvan motions forward
* B5-Syra makes her way over to Mar and Silvan.
<A5-Kherr> Lan? Arhea?
* A5-Mer looks around through the darkness.
<A5-Flnthr> Good job Fitz
* B5-Marusk glances back down the tunnel for a moment, awaiting them
to regroup.
<A5-Flnthr> Kherr.Lan.Potts
<A5-Kherr> Fal, Quiet.
<A5-Flnthr> Good job
* A5-Fitz nods to Flnthr
* B5-Rue slips forwards.
<DM1> As you leave the cavern for the tunnel....you find it is the
same height as the one you entered by..with the stream following..
* A5-Flnthr stays at the rear making sure the goblins don't come back.
* A5-Flnthr follows about 3' behind the group.
*** DM1 sets mode: +l 18
* A5-Fitz looks around as well as back to Kherr
* A5-Mer walks over to One.
* B5-Silvan moves stealthily ahead
* A5-Kherr has taken over as Team A front point
* A5-Flnthr continues searching around behind them.
<DM1> The tunnel winds downward...
* A5-Mer walks beside him.
* B5-Potts motions for Mar to return to formation
* B5-Marusk almost slides his foot along the tunnel floor as he moves,
allowing Silvan to get a few meters ahead.
* A5-Flnthr hopes to find something.
* A5-Fitz follows the group
* B5-Syra can't quite get the stink of the creatures out of her nose,
and follows Mar down the tunnel silently.
* A5-Grumbl follows the group
* A5-Flnthr continues checking every nook and cranny.
<DM1> As Warden One, the last one to leave the cavern, exits into the
tunnel..there is a small rock slide...
* A5-Mer adjusts his cloak, standing next to One.
<DM1> The tunnel behind him turns out to be completely blocked..you
will have to find another exit.
<A5-OneSta> ACk!
* B5-Potts wonders why One always gets trapped
* B5-Marusk whips his head backwards for a moment, spotting the
rockslide.
* A5-OneSta checks the slide to see how severe it is..
<B5-Potts> Is One on our side or the other?
* A5-Fitz glances back to the rock slide and gasps silently
* B5-Marusk curses softly in elven, turning his eyes forward once
more.
* A5-Flnthr gulps.
<A5-OneSta> <-- is with the rest of the group
<B5-Potts> K
<DM1> One is with the rest of the force.
* A5-Flnthr checks with OneStab.
* A5-Mer sighs slightly, and looks at One. "Good one, Warden."
::Grins::
<A5-OneSta> Well.. if the water can get out... so can we..
* B5-Rue slips along, staying at the back of the group...
* B5-Silvan curses under his breath
* A5-Flnthr now takes the place as the person behind EVERYONE.
<A5-Kherr> Wait.
* A5-OneSta shakes his head..
* A5-Fitz looks to the front again
* B5-Syra coughs with the dust cloud the slide created.
<A5-OneSta> I'm fine.. let's continue
<A5-Kherr> OK.
* B5-Psionc closes his eyes and shakes his head at the sound of the
rockslide
<DM1> Falenthor...Warden OneStab is leading up the group from behind.
<B5-Syra> ((<---is frozen))
* A5-Flnthr follows BEHIND everyone.
* B5-Rue glances oddly at Fal.. "Touchy...."
* B5-Potts motions to Silvan to continue
* A5-Flnthr was rear point guard.
* A5-Flnthr thought.
* A5-Flnthr shrugs.
<B5-Syra> Aye, Those who follow the river will not get lost in the
caves forever.
* B5-Silvan moves forward
* A5-Flnthr moves along quietly.
<A5-Flnthr> Hmmm
* A5-Flnthr wonders.
<A5-Kherr> Alright, then... Fal, you want front point, then?
<A5-Mer> ((DM? I'm walking with Onestab, beside him now.))
* A5-Flnthr shrugs.
<A5-Flnthr> Okay
* B5-Marusk moves forward with Silvan.
<A5-Kherr> Never mind...
* B5-Marusk keeps a few yards behind the ranger at point.
<A5-OneSta> ((Keep me outta trouble mer.. I'm only half here :D ))
* B5-Silvan looks behind him motioning for silence
<A5-Mer> ((Ok, One... ;D))
<DM1> The tunnel opens out into another cavern.
* B5-Syra holds her hand up, passing the signal along behind her for
silence.
* A5-Flnthr sighs....another one.
* A5-Flnthr waits for details on the cavern as he takes a closer look.
* B5-Potts motions to Kherr to hold
<B5-Potts> <w> Mar, Silvan....do your thing
<DM1> This cavern is very dark....you are not sure at first what you
see there.
* B5-Marusk nods to Potts.
* A5-Kherr stops, signaling his team to do the same
<DM1> You hear a noise...like a bellows from a fire....or flames
roaring softly on a hearth.
* A5-Flnthr switches to infravision.
* B5-Potts moves forward to the edge of the cavern and motions Kherr
forward
* A5-Fitz crouches down
* B5-Marusk creeps to Silvan's side, sliding cautiously into the
cavern beside him.
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<B5-Potts> <wvq> Mar, Sil
* A5-Flnthr checks with his infravision and he crouches.
* B5-Silvan looks forward with his infravision
<B5-Potts> Keep a slight interval....
<B5-Syra> ((Aye))
<DM1> It is an enormous dragon....fast asleep...
* B5-Marusk halts just inside the cavern, glancing about with his own
infravision.
* A5-Flnthr holds at the rear point behind Mer/One.
<Whtdragon> lifts her great white head, onyx horns curled back over
her pointed ears - her iridescent scales shimmer in cool pale hues...
A sound rings over the cave.. like a thousand swords ringing over
stone as she slides her body into sleepy movement
<A5-Kherr> Shh...
<A5-Flnthr> <w> Lets move past silently
* B5-Marusk spots the dragon with eyes slightly widened.
* B5-Rue suddenly glares furiously and starts talking in her
language...
* A5-Kherr signal his team to STAY PUT!
* B5-Potts motions back for silence
* A5-Fitz gasps silently and moves very quietly
* Whtdragon stirs... growling softly deep in her throat
* A5-Mer sends out a telepathic message to his fellow party members.
>>If we need to talk to the dragon...let *me* do the talking...<<
* A5-Kherr goes to Potts.
*** A5-Fitz has quit IRC (Yes!!! Touch me there...ooops...heeh eehee)
* A5-Kherr signal his team to STAY PUT!
* B5-Syra withdraws the Dwarven Lore Book, opening it up.
* B5-Marusk separates laterally from Silvan by about two yards.
<DM1> Syra reads in the Lorebook about Dragons...
* B5-Syra stays back from the entrance where the light is better.
<DM2> Dragons wakened are fearsome beasts
<DM2> Who will turn you into a flame-cooked feast.
<DM2> But soothing songs can quell the fires
<DM2> And give safe passage through the Dragon Spires.
<Whtdragon> opens her eyes ... resting a black piercing gaze upon
them.... ancient with untolded wisdom
* B5-Silvan 's eyes widen
* A5-Flnthr uses his ranger abilities and stealth to creep along the
sides.
* B5-Silvan separates as well
<Whtdragon> opens her great maw in a long yawn. row upon row of
gleaming razor sharp teeth revealed lifts her head higher,.. towering
over them as she uncurls her massive body
* A5-Flnthr almost slips but holds his grip.
* B5-Syra motions Rue to the rear.
<Whtdragon> blinks .. black orbs brightening with a dark fierce look
of anger for being woken
<DM1> The dragon is now awake...
<B5-Syra> (w) A bard...do we have a bard among us?
* B5-Silvan looks back to Rue
* B5-Rue suddenly draws her dagger, her gaze locked on the
dragon, a mix of fear and hatred...
* Whtdragon roars .. filling the cave with singing flames....heating
up the room with incredible force
* B5-Silvan motions Psi up to him
<A5-Kherr> Syra. I am.
* B5-Rue struggles with Syra, complaining in her strange language.
<Whtdragon> smoke rolls upward from her flared nostrils.. billowing
out over the cave...
* B5-Marusk watches the dragon wake and move, showing no fear, but
allowing the beast to see the respect in his eyes.
<A5-Mer> ((Did the dragon see us yet??))
* B5-Potts looks back to Mer...."Hold Rue..don't let her go"
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* A5-Kherr grin
<A5-Kherr> Finally...
* B5-Psionc walks to Silvan
<B5-Syra> Aye Kherr..a soothing tune please/
<DM1> Oh, yes...the dragon has seen you..and is really upset about
being awakened.
* A5-Flnthr gulps and looks at the amazing beast and gazes in
awe...."only once have I seen such a creature"
* A5-Kherr takes out his flute
<B5-Syra> (w) Hurry Kherr...
* Whtdragon lowers her head to snarl at the group... a low growl
vibrating in her long white throat as she slinks forward
* B5-Syra continues to hold a tight grasp upon Rue.
<B5-Silvan> Psi speak to it
* B5-Marusk steps back towards the cavern entrance.
<A5-Kherr> <q>Gods help me here...
* A5-Mer notices the dragon stiring...and walks forward, before the
massive Dragon.
* A5-Kherr starts playing softly
* A5-Mer is standing right before the Dragon.
* A5-Mer looks up at it.
* B5-Psionc turns and speaks to the dragon it it's "tongue"
<B5-Potts> Mer...stand fast
* A5-Mer bows deeply.
* Whtdragon eyes Mer... opening her mouth in a long curling snarl
* B5-Rue stops, freezing, fear overcoming her...
<A5-Mer> Kind Dragon! ::is speaking in the tongue of the White
Dragons::
* B5-Rue suddenly begins to try to break from whoever's holding
her....
* A5-Kherr continues his tune, motioning to Fitz to sing
<A5-Mer> I come before you, my lord, to speak as a subvertant friend.
<B5-Syra> ~Dragon, listen carefully~
* B5-Potts shakes his head and waits for Mer to get fried
<B5-Syra> ~To the song of gaity~
* A5-OneSta ducks behind the cavern for cover
<B5-Syra> ~Soothe thy ears and come to rest~
* Whtdragon slides her great claw forward - shinning like razors and
brings it down on Mer.. pinning him
* A5-Flnthr creeps past a few people in the shadows trying to get a
better view but keep from the dragon's sight.
* A5-Grumbl thinks white dragon scales make fine suit of dwarven armor
<A5-Mer> I am kin of the great Necrosarian Dragons....a kin of yours,
my lord.
<B5-Syra> ~Peaceful slumber by thy quest~
* B5-Potts pushes Fal back
* A5-Fitz starts to sing a song
* Whtdragon lifts her head and roars again at being woken...her head
sliding forward to sneer at the others
* B5-Psionc waits for the outcome. and reverts to his true Half-dragon
form
* B5-Silvan drifts back to Rue
<A5-Fitz> ~Oh great dragon...~
* Whtdragon pauses.. smoke curling upward as notes reach her ears
<B5-Silvan> use yer training from ayla here
<B5-Silvan> calm yerself
* A5-Mer gets pinned, and growls definately....his body turning in to
that of a large half-dragon..a form that he rarely *ever* uses.
<B5-Rue> Let me go, damn you!
* A5-Flnthr continues moving forward no matter what Potts does
* B5-Rue begins to try to break from Syra's hold...
* A5-Fitz continues to sing...
<B5-Silvan> Rue...
* B5-Potts knocks Fal out
* B5-Syra blinks at Rue, finally losing her grasp on her arm as she
transforms.
* Whtdragon lowers her head as the notes float.. barely noticing Mer
struggling
* A5-Flnthr chuckles.
<A5-Mer> Dragon...notice that I am truly one of your kin. Will you not
show me the respect by unpinning me?
* A5-Fitz sings a song about love and happiness
* B5-Silvan looks at Rue
* A5-Fitz starts to sing a lullaby
* B5-Marusk looks at Rue.
* A5-Flnthr watches from a point slightly passed Potts but off to the
side in the shadows.
* Whtdragon ignores Mer... but pulls her claws back.... body curling
upon itself as music makes her sleepy
<B5-Potts> <w> Syra...don't stop
<A5-Fitz> ~~Hus little Dragon~
<A5-Fitz> ~Don't say a word~
<B5-Potts> ((LOL))
<B5-Silvan> calm yerself Rue...
* A5-Flnthr looks into the dragon's eyes.
<DM1> The dragon is falling back asleep...
* Whtdragon fixes her onyx eyes on Syra... lulled by the sweet melody
<A5-Fitz> ~Momies got a mocking bird~
* B5-Rue is putting on a struggle, speaking half in Patryn, half in
common.
<B5-Syra> ~Come and listen to my song~
* B5-Rue crashes to the floor.
* Whtdragon blinks.. lowering her head slowly, eyes drifting closed
* A5-Kherr continues his playing
<B5-Syra> ~Words of wisdom to belong~
<B5-Silvan> damnit
* B5-Potts motions for Silvan to find an exit ASAP
<B5-Syra> ~Seek a soft and peaceful sleep~
* B5-Marusk glances around the cavern without moving, looking for an
exit to the cavern.
<A5-Fitz> ~~And if that bird should fail ye too~
<B5-Syra> ~Resting in this cavern deep~
* B5-Silvan rushes forward albeit still quiet
* Whtdragon growls softly... beginning to purr as she falls into deep
sleep once more, her sides moving in and out in long deep breaths
<DM1> There is another tunnel...the only other exit from the Dragon
Cavern.
<A5-Fitz> ~~Momies got a throwing shoe~
<DM1> If you do not move softly....then it will wake up again.
* B5-Silvan motions for them
* B5-Rue finally sits up...
* Whtdragon snores
* A5-Fitz finishes his song and looks to the dragon and sighs wiping
the sweat from his head
* B5-Potts gathers his team and moves forward *QUIETLY*
<B5-Marusk> DM1: Where is the tunnel and how far?
* Whtdragon snorts and stirs...
* B5-Syra continues singing, the tune soft and lilting in it's
quality.
* A5-Fitz looks to Kherr
* A5-Mer shimmers back in to his normal form...losing his secondary,
and subversive dragon-like qualities.
* A5-Flnthr moves in ultra silence around the edge with the other
rangers.
* A5-Fitz starts to sing again
* Whtdragon turns around, her great body getting comfortable and then
settling down once more
<A5-Fitz> ~~And if that should fail ye too~~
* B5-Marusk smiles softly, enchanted by his wife's voice, then returns
to the task.
* A5-Mer looks at Kherr, his eyes flashing a dark red.
* A5-Kherr stops
* A5-Flnthr uses the cracks and crannies to his advantage making no
sound at all, as if he is only but a shadow.
<A5-Fitz> ~~Mommie'll will buy ye too~~
<DM1> The tunnel leading away from the Dragon Cavern curves slightly
as it continues to descend into the earth..
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* B5-Rue suddenly jumps up and flicks a dagger into her hand...
* A5-Fitz slowly moves as he sings his lullaby
* B5-Potts grabs hold of Rue
* A5-Flnthr continues on his trek towards the exit
<B5-Syra> ~~Sleep until the warriors pass~
* B5-Psionc heads towards the exit and out
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<B5-Syra> ~Lost to dreamland here to last~
<B5-Potts> <wvq> It's alright...I've got you hon
* A5-Flnthr goes slowly, checking every place to make sure of footing.
* A5-Fitz stops singing
<B5-Syra> ~Carefully we leave you be~
<A5-Fitz> Phew....
* B5-Potts carries her out of the Cavern
* B5-Silvan does the hand to the neck motion to Potts
* B5-Marusk waits for Silvan to get around 50 feet ahead, and follows
suit.
* A5-Mer continues in the back beside OneStab.
<B5-Syra> ~Goodbye dragon, rest peacefully~
* A5-Flnthr moves quicker down the cavern and goes into the tunnel.
* B5-Rue drops her dagger, and continues to glare at the dragon...
* B5-Silvan moves forward
* A5-Flnthr lets everyone pass and takes his position once again at
the rear.
* A5-Fitz follows after his team
* A5-Flnthr wonders.
<A5-Flnthr> Ooops No Kherr
<DM1> As you enter the next tunnel and go around the curve...you are
suddenly met by a blinding light...
<A5-Flnthr> No Lan. I guess I takeover
* B5-Rue calms down and closes her eyes...
* B5-Syra quietens as the last of the teams slip into the tunnel.
<DM1> Merikus will be the leader of the A team, Falenthor.
* A5-Flnthr takes command of the team.
<A5-Flnthr> Hold.
* A5-Mer looks at Fal. "You wish."
<DM1> Until Kherr returns...
* A5-Fitz crouches down
* A5-Flnthr motions for everyone to stay back as he makes his way to
the front then sighs
* B5-Marusk spots Silvan ahead, a faint glow coming from around the
corner.
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* B5-Rue starts carrying on, shouting how embarrassing it is that
Potts is carrying her.
* B5-Silvan shields his eyes
* A5-Flnthr grumbles and moves to the back thinking he was assigned
3rd in command.
<DM1> As you approach....you find a mage trap.
<B5-Potts> Actually...he's back
* A5-Flnthr slams his head against the rock silently
<A5-Flnthr> Goody goody. My mage skills
<Kherrant`> I'm back from a big lag...
* B5-Silvan mumbles about Patryn
* A5-Flnthr sneaks to the front.
<DM1> Hundreds of refracting lights are mirroring back and forth in a
magical trap to blind and confuse you.
* B5-Potts motions for all to stop
* A5-Flnthr whips out his travelling spellbook.
<A5-Flnthr> Hmmm
<Kherrant`> Fal...
* B5-Marusk raises his arm to the side, keeping Falenthor from passing
him.
* A5-Fitz glances around
* A5-Flnthr looks for a dispel magic.
<DM1> Kherran it back.
* A5-Fitz ducts back...
*** Kherrant` is now known as A5-Kherr
<DM1> is back...sorry.
* B5-Rue hits Potts and jumps out of his arms, making a beeline to the
shadows.
* A5-Flnthr leaps over Marusk hold and lands in silence.
* B5-Potts motions for Dae to move to her
* B5-Silvan curses
* B5-Syra raises her arm in front of her eyes, blinded by the light.
* B5-Marusk thinks "Leaps over?"
<DM1> The mage trap makes it impossible for you to tell which
direction the tunnel turns, or how wide the tunnel is..the mirrors
reflect each other and bounce back light at you.
* A5-Flnthr readies a dispel magic.
* B5-Marusk holds his position, shielding his face with his non-sword
arm.
* A5-Fitz glances to the cavern and blinks
* A5-Flnthr keeps his eyes closed
<B5-Potts> Douse the lights
* A5-Mer looks at Fal.
* B5-Silvan flings his hood up
<A5-Mer> Do *not* use magic.
* A5-Kherr looks to Mer. "We have to."
* A5-Flnthr sighs and moves back to his position and sits silently.
* B5-Potts puts his torch out
<A5-Kherr> I don't see any other way
<B5-Potts> Whose an elf???
* A5-Flnthr grumbles and sits on a pretty sturdy rock.
<A5-Mer> Falenthor...you have infravision, right...?
* A5-Flnthr raises his hand.
<A5-Mer> No, we don't.
<A5-Flnthr> Uhuh
<B5-Silvan> I am Potts
* A5-Kherr raises his hand, "Half elven
<A5-Fitz> i do...
<A5-Flnthr> But I can't see with that much light
<B5-Potts> Kherr...
<A5-Mer> Potts' got it...use infravision....
* B5-Syra whispers to Mar.
<A5-Flnthr> I have 90'
* A5-Kherr looks to Potts. "Yeah?"
<A5-Flnthr> elvensight
<B5-Potts> You take point with Silvan...Everyone douse your lights
* A5-Fitz starts to take off his suit
<B5-Silvan> Mar, join me up here, we will guide
<A5-Kherr> Me, with Silvan? Alright...
<A5-Flnthr> DOH! Ooops
* A5-Mer listens to "doh" echo off the cavern walls.
* A5-Fitz covers his head with it so that he can only look
down...blocking out the light
* B5-Marusk moves to the front with Silvan, relying on his direction
sense as a ranger.
<B5-Potts> Douse the lights
* A5-Kherr looks to Silvan, then Potts
<A5-Flnthr> ((that was OOC))
<A5-Kherr> Potts, me or Mar with Sil?
* A5-Mer looks at Fal...and glares. "Pretend yer in a library..."
<B5-Potts> Kherr...Silvan...
* B5-Syra takes out the book, opening it in front of her face as a
shield.
* A5-Fitz moves closer to the entrance...stops and looks to Kherr
<DM1> As the torches are doused....the reflections still glow
intensely....holding captured light.
* B5-Silvan 's ranger training comes into play and he uses his
direction sense
<B5-Potts> Wait for you sight adjusts....then you two see if you can
tell which way to go
* A5-Flnthr grabs his spellbook and reads at the rear end of the group
silently contemplating.
<B5-Silvan> (( Sorry ))
<B5-Potts> hmmm
* A5-Flnthr looks on his infravision already on wishing he could do
something
* A5-Kherr walks to Silvan and stands next to him
<B5-Silvan> (( ))
* A5-Flnthr still holds his dispel magic.
<B5-Potts> Syra....the book
<B5-Silvan> ((> I didn't see you send Kherr up Potts))
* B5-Marusk sighs as his infravision becomes useless with the dim
glow.
* B5-Rue turns to Fal..
<B5-Rue> <w> No magic..
<B5-Potts> Does it say anything
<B5-Syra> Aye, I've got it.
* A5-Flnthr taps his foot reading about a read magic spell.
<DM1> This is an Asyri mage trap...set recently...there is nothing in
the Dwarven Mining Lore about it...
* B5-Rue moves on ahead, slowly...
* B5-Syra turns her back to the light, leafing through the book.
* A5-Kherr 's sight adjusts
* A5-Fitz stands at the entrance of the cavern and looks to Kherr
* A5-Grumbl thinks that person with so many clothes should put them
over reflections
<A5-Kherr> I can see, still
* B5-Silvan moves forward
* B5-Syra sighs, shaking her head. I can't find anything.
* A5-Flnthr knows how to dispel it without them detecting magic.
* B5-Silvan looks back
* B5-Rue grimaces...
<B5-Silvan> <w> the asyri were definitely here
<B5-Potts> This could also be a maze
<B5-Potts> We can't just feel our way out
* B5-Marusk considers destroying the mirrors for a moment.
<B5-Syra> (w) Be careful.
<B5-Potts> Psionc Can you use your senses here?
* A5-Kherr looks around.
<B5-Rue> <w> You're tapping through magic completely... If someone was
looking for it, they can sense you draw from the energies around you.
It makes perfect sense.
<A5-Fitz> <w> Why not let me go in and feel around the walls...
<A5-Kherr> <q> WAIT...I can still see here...
* A5-Fitz covers his head with his suit
* A5-Grumbl <w> maybe person with so many clothes should put them over
reflections
* A5-Flnthr continues tapping his foot flipping the page and yawning a
bit.
<DM1> Anyone with their eyes still open is starting to lose their
vision.
* B5-Potts looks to Kherr
* B5-Syra grins upon hearing Grumbles words.
* B5-Potts closes his eyes
* A5-Flnthr reaches himself up against the slope letting the other
doing the dirty work.
* B5-Marusk closes his eyes completely, since they're not moving.
* A5-Kherr blinks once or twice
* A5-Fitz blocking out the light cause` his suit is on his head
* A5-Kherr closes his eyes, losing his sight slowly
<B5-Potts> Psionic....Can you sense your way through here???
* A5-Flnthr closes his eyes and begins memorizing a few arcane lines.
* B5-Syra stands still, letting her other senses come into play.
* A5-Mer leans against a wall, and closes his eyes, as he fishes
around for some sunglasses.
* A5-Fitz stands at the entrance and looks to Kherr
* A5-Kherr opens his eyes to see if his vision is back
* A5-Flnthr hopes to get to do something but just sorta tags along.
* B5-Rue grumbles something 'bout 'mensch' and them 'not having any
common sense at all' again and moves on ahead...
* B5-Silvan looks at Rue
<B5-Silvan> <w> RUe get back here damnit
<B5-Potts> <w> Grab her
<A5-Kherr> <q> Everyone, quiet and listen to me for once
* A5-Flnthr places the book into his backpack feeling his way around.
<DM1> As Rue enters the mage trap...she can feel her way through the
tunnel but her eyesight dims with each step.
* B5-Rue turns to Potts...
* B5-Silvan grabs rue's arm
* A5-Flnthr gets very anxious and moves forward.
<B5-Silvan> we may be mensch but ye are going to get us killed
* A5-Fitz glances down under his suit able to see clearly
* A5-Grumbl leans on his battle axe
* B5-Rue glares at him and turns around and heads on where she was,
shaking Silvan's arm off her.
<B5-Psionc> Yes i can
<A5-Flnthr> Hmm
* B5-Marusk looks to Kherrant.
<A5-Kherr> We've got a suggestion. Get your team here and quiet
<B5-Potts> ((try it with the DM's Psi))
<A5-Kherr> Oops
<B5-Rue> [Hey! I didn't know it was that close!]
<B5-Rue> [I wasn't movin' that far!]
<A5-Kherr> We've got a suggestion. Get your team here and quiet
* B5-Silvan moves forward slowly
<A5-Kherr> Hmpg
* A5-Fitz feels around the entrance of the cavern
* B5-Syra listens intently.
<A5-Kherr> <q> Everyone, quiet and listen to me for once
* A5-Flnthr thinks this may be the only choice and contemplates a
darkness or dispel magic spell, he waits for comments from his
superiors.
<B5-Silvan> (( LOL! you said on ahead! ))
<B5-Rue> [I know! Gettin' away from someone. That "ahead"]
<B5-Marusk> <q> Speak, Kherrant. We're listening.
* A5-Flnthr looks down at Kherr from his perch.
<B5-Silvan> (( ok ok ok ok ))
<DM1> Please stop the OOC chat.
<B5-Rue> [*sigh*]
* A5-Mer drops the floor, just leanining against the wall, as he goes
AFKFAS.
* A5-Fitz covers his head with the suit so that no light gets him
<A5-Kherr> OK, everyone with extra clothes, cover the mirrors
<B5-Rue> [so... am I in the trap or not?]
* A5-Kherr takes to his old cape.
* B5-Rue 's mun is confused, trying to get this straightened out!
* A5-Flnthr grabs some cloth.
<DM1> Rue is a few steps into the trap..and her eyesight is dimming.
* B5-Syra shrugs off her cloak, throwing it over to where Kherr's
voice is.
<A5-Mer> ::Bak::
* A5-Fitz looks down..as he slides into the cavern going to the right
feeling the walls as he goes slowly
* B5-Potts pulls Rue back to him
<A5-Kherr> Cover the mirrors with what you've got
* A5-Flnthr takes it and slaps it onto the trap.
* A5-Flnthr takes out his last tunic and pants and covers the mirrors.
* A5-Fitz his head is covers his head so that he;s only looking down
* A5-Kherr puts his cape over a mirror, and does the same with Syra's
cloak
* B5-Marusk tires, opening his eyes long enough to remove his rope and
grappling hook.
<DM1> As the clothing covers the traps..the light begins to dim.
* A5-Fitz slides slowly into the cavern going to the right still
feeling the wall
* B5-Marusk slips off his cloak, leaving the rope out for now.
* B5-Potts joins the effort with his robes
* A5-Fitz checks the floor for traps
* A5-Fitz moves with the wall...
* A5-Flnthr moves along checking everything for any other traps.
* B5-Marusk complies, using his own cloak.
* B5-Syra is able to open her eyes a bit, peering about carefully.
* A5-Kherr removes his own cloak and covers another mirror
<A5-Kherr> It's working...
<A5-Flnthr> ::After he is finished, he once, again takes his rear
point::
<A5-Kherr> But this won't be enough
<DM2> The light dims...to where it no longer hurts the eyes
<A5-Kherr> Fal, I'll need your help now...
<A5-Flnthr> What?
* A5-Fitz still following the wall...waiting to find an entrance
* A5-Flnthr squints.
* B5-Syra rubs her eyes with one hand and looks about the interior.
<A5-Kherr> As we go on, Fal, you take the cloth off the ones in the
back and hand them up, so we can keep the ones ahead of us covered
<A5-Kherr> Fitz, stop
* B5-Marusk kneels, taking up the rope once more.
* B5-Marusk offers the non-hook end to Syra.
* A5-Fitz looks around at where he is...notices that he;s a ways from
everyone...
<A5-Fitz> <w> I have
* B5-Syra takes hold of the rope from Mar.
* B5-Potts regroups his team...Sil takes point and moves out
* B5-Silvan moves forward carefully
* A5-Fitz looks around to where he's at
<A5-Kherr> DM- Have we covered all the mirrors?
* B5-Marusk glances ahead, seeing that the light is sufficient enough
to move in, taking the rope back.
* B5-Syra hands the rope to the one behind her, grasping onto it also.
* B5-Marusk smiles his thanks to Syra anyway, replacing it.
<A5-Kherr> How long is that rope?
<A5-OneSta> (has lost the flow.. and ducks out.. sorry :/)
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<DM2> The mirrors cover enough for access..
<DM1> All of the mirrors are covered....as far as you can see..but
there is light ahead...so you *will* have to keep moving them..
<A5-Kherr> <q> how... even
<B5-Marusk> 50 feet.
* A5-Flnthr gets ready to do as told.
<A5-Kherr> Use Fal's rope then
* B5-Marusk takes the rope out once more upon seeing the DM's answer,
giving the non hook end to Syra once more.
<B5-Syra> Good idea Kherr.
<A5-Kherr> Fal, give your rope to Sil
* A5-Fitz looks to Kherr
<A5-Kherr> Fal's got a 200'
<A5-Flnthr> Kay
* A5-Flnthr qickly slips off a section of rope and hands it o Sil.
<B5-Marusk> 200'?
<A5-Flnthr> 100' of chain
* B5-Silvan takes it
* B5-Syra takes the rope, handing it back behind her.
<A5-Kherr> 200...
<A5-Kherr> OK, Fal, I have another job for you...
* A5-Fitz walks to Fal
<A5-Kherr> In a moment...
<A5-Kherr> Everyone...
<A5-Flnthr> feet
<B5-Syra> Let's keep moving, shall we?
<DM2> Odd sounds are heard from the Cavern you just left a bit ago..
* B5-Marusk replaces his own rope, following suit with everyone else.
<A5-Kherr> Everyone?
* A5-Flnthr looks to Kherr
<A5-Kherr> Do you mind losing your old clothes?
<B5-Syra> Shhh...listen?
* A5-Fitz stands next to Flnthr and looks to Kherr
<B5-Syra> There's someone behind us.
<DM2> You smell sulfer..from the cave behind you carried in on a
breeze..
<A5-Flnthr> I'll go back
<A5-Kherr> Fal, get the clothes we got... open the trap for those
behind us, and get back here... FAST
* A5-Flnthr points to the cavern
<A5-Kherr> got = left
<A5-Flnthr> FItz can take my place
<B5-Syra> Good idea Kherr.
<A5-Flnthr> If thats required
* A5-Mer is going along with the group, as he is swamped with /msgs.
* A5-Fitz nods and holds the rope
<DM1> Ahead of you, you hear the stream...leading the way....
* B5-Marusk listens to the noises coming from behind.
* B5-Syra sniffs the air, smelling the odd odor.
<B5-Potts> The Cavern is covered...it will take him a few to dig
through...lets get out of here while we can
* A5-Mer looks at them.
* B5-Marusk wrinkles his nose at the sulfur.
<A5-Flnthr> Hmmm
<A5-Flnthr> Gotcha
<A5-Mer> <q> I'm gonna slip back there...if I get in trouble, I got a
few tricks up my sleeves.
* A5-Fitz looks to the exit in front and motions to it
<A5-Flnthr> Hold on
<A5-Kherr> <q>Hurry...
* B5-Syra looks to Silvan and Mar.
* A5-Flnthr takes off his elven boots and slips on boots of speed.
<A5-Kherr> Mer, Fal's going
* A5-Flnthr readies himself and gets into a sprinters set position.
* A5-Fitz slides forward a little....
* B5-Silvan moves ahead stealthily
* A5-Flnthr looks up and runs as fast as he can, but as silently as he
can.
<B5-Potts> (How far does it look like the Mirrors lead?))
<A5-Kherr> ((I can't believe this...))
* A5-Mer looks around for objections.
<DM1> As the mage trap continues to be covered and dimmed..you see the
opening of a cavern just ahead.
* B5-Rue moves on, following the others...
* B5-Marusk moves along behind Silvan.
* A5-Flnthr quickly stops on a dime, turns, and blasts off to the
head.
<A5-Kherr> Mer, you take my place... I have to go...
<B5-Potts> Mer...
<B5-Potts> stay with us
<A5-Fitz> ((How close to the opening am i?))
* B5-Syra follows behind Silvan and Mar, hearing the sound of more
water ahead.
* A5-Flnthr drops the clothing and rn back.
* B5-Marusk can't answer Mer as he's rather far ahead.
* A5-Flnthr grabs a cloth and moves forward again.
<DM1> The opening is just ahead of Fitz...
* A5-Flnthr drops it.
<B5-Rue> Doko nanda?
* B5-Rue looks around.
* A5-Flnthr really turns on the speed and looks like all of a whirl
wind and he moves back and forth, grabbing a cloth, dropping,
grabbing, dropping.
* A5-Fitz slides forward a little more to the entrance
<A5-Kherr> ((Would say more, but mom is behind me. ;) ))
* B5-Potts motions for Sil and Mar to check it out
*** A5-Kherr has quit IRC (Someone shoot me)
* A5-Fitz stops and waits for instructions
<DM1> You feel a slight breeze coming from the cavern entrance..and
you suddenly hear the sound of rushing water...
* B5-Marusk releases the rope.
* A5-Mer nods to Kher.
* B5-Silvan checks the opening with mar
* A5-Fitz glances around the entrance looking for traps
* B5-Marusk moves forward to Silvan's flank, just behind Fitz.
* A5-Fitz slides forward a little more
* B5-Syra stops and waits.
* A5-Fitz continues to check for traps
* A5-Fitz moves forward a little more
* A5-Flnthr sucks it up.
* B5-Syra licks her lips, getting a bit thirsty at the sound of the
rushing water.
* B5-Marusk moves forwards behind Fitz, peering into the cavern over
his shoulder.
<A5-Mer> Hmmm....
<DM1> As the cavern appears before you...you see it is huge, much
bigger than the last two.....there is a stream emptying into a
lake....around the lake a small path leading to a waterfall.
<A5-Fitz> ((I'm in the entrance now, what do i see?))
* B5-Potts moves the Teams forward and halts 10 ft' before the
entrance
* A5-Grumbl walks slowly along with group
* B5-Potts motions Mar and Sil ahead and for Mer to join him
*** B5-Psionc has quit IRC (Mysha loves Pendrake)
* A5-Mer looks around. "Ok...Kher's gone, so I shall take his
place as the leader of team A...."
* A5-Fitz glances around the entrance
* B5-Silvan moves ahead with Mar
<B5-Rue> Kaze ka?
* A5-Fitz slides through the entrance slowly
<DM1> On the wall of the cavern is a Dwarven sign...
* B5-Marusk nods to Potts, sliding around Fitz and just ahead a few
feet ahead on his flank.
<DM1> You think it is Dwarven..but as you approach the sign, you see
it is written in Asyri script....meant to look like one of the Dwarven
mining signs.
* B5-Potts motions Mer forward to him again
* A5-Flnthr takes rear point hoping he sees a little action back
there.
<B5-Rue> Ah! Kawaii!
* A5-Fitz looks back to Mer
* A5-Flnthr thinks "Zork by infocom"
* A5-Mer looks around, and walks over to Potts.
<DM2> A silven door that is not there
<DM2> You'll find where thunder fills the air.
<DM2> Walk softly past the inky deeps
<DM2> Lest you disturb the Kraken's sleep.
<B5-Potts> Mer Same as before...Sil and Mar will check things out...if
something happens...we go in...you wait for the flanking action
* A5-Mer looks at all. "Everyone..take a quick breather by the lake,
but don't drink anything yet."
* A5-Grumbl mun listens to DragonHeart CD
<B5-Potts> No
<B5-Potts> Stay put
<DM1> ::thinks Merikus was not listening to the sign::
* B5-Potts motions for everyone to hold
* A5-Flnthr will check with Mar and Sil if needed.
* B5-Marusk looks to the sign, reading it over.
<DM1> The sign is obviously meant to direct the Asyri to the place
where the cache is hidden...Again, it reads:
* A5-Flnthr once again, checks for Traps.
* A5-Fitz drops to one knee and glances around the cavern not knowing
what to expect
<B5-Potts> <w> this may be it
* B5-Marusk can not read this, he looks to Fitz and Silvan, gesturing
to the sign.
<A5-Flnthr> Waterfall
<B5-Rue> Watashi wa kamban yomu...
<DM2> A silven door that is not there. You'll find where
thunder fills the air. Walk softly past the inky deeps, lest
you disturb the Kraken's sleep.
<B5-Silvan> nay
<A5-Fitz> <W> Psst....watch for traps
<B5-Silvan> nae clue
<A5-Flnthr> Lake Hmm Lets see
<B5-Syra> It's behind the waterfall.
<DM1> A silver door that is not there/You'll find where
Thunder fills the air...
<A5-Fitz> ((Can read a little asyri))
<A5-Flnthr> If thats correct, there's a door past the waterfall but
something is in the lake.
* B5-Marusk arches his brow upon hearing the word Kraken.
<A5-Mer> ::was unexpected AFK....sorry.. ::kicks his mun:::
<B5-Syra> Aye Fal.
* A5-Flnthr knows a bit of Asyr.
<DM1> There is only a small path around the lake...going to the
Waterfall.
* A5-Fitz looks to Mer
* B5-Rue wouldn't be surprised if Fal knew plenty o' other languages
also.
<DM1> You have to walk past the lake to get to the waterfall...and you
cannot go back the way you came.
<B5-Syra> Shhhh....*holds her finger up to her lips* Everyone *very*
quiet.
* A5-Mer thinks...considering the sign.
* A5-Flnthr knows Asyri, Druegar,Elven,Gnome,and Common.
* A5-Fitz looks at the path and starts to examine it for tracks and
other things
<A5-Mer> sign, even
<A5-Flnthr> What do ya think?
<A5-Flnthr> But it says move quietly past the lake.
* A5-Fitz starts to shuffle forward a bit
* B5-Potts motions for everyone to return to the formation
<A5-Flnthr> Its by the waterfall, Thunder...
<B5-Rue> Told ya... *grumbles to Silvan*
<A5-Mer> Everyon.....stop!
<B5-Potts> <w> Move back here
<A5-Flnthr> Kraken? What the hell is a kraken?
* B5-Syra steps behind Mar, silently waiting.
* B5-Silvan wonders what Rue means
* A5-Fitz shuffles forward down a little on the path stops and looks
back to Mer
* B5-Marusk returns to formation, looking to Falen. "A sea beast."
<B5-Potts> <w> you all stay here..
* B5-Syra nods, making a face at the thoughts of a monster of the
deep.
<A5-Fitz> <W> Want me to scout a bit ahead?
<A5-Mer> Everyone....a thought. First...Grumble had an idea that the
sign could be itself a trap...
* B5-Potts moves out and grabs Fal by the ear and pulls him back to
the formation signaling the other to join them as well
<DM1> Fitz is already on the path.
* B5-Marusk glances to the lake every now and then while listening to
the group.
<A5-Flnthr> Ahhh
* A5-Grumbl sits down on the path, and starts drinking some more
dwarven mead
<B5-Silvan> it could be...
<A5-Flnthr> Its not a trap. It cant be
<B5-Rue> Is Asyri magic integrated in their language?
* A5-Fitz slides a little more down the path looking at the path and
the lake
<B5-Potts> Alright...
* B5-Syra nods at that thought, not having thought of that.
* B5-Marusk shakes his head, not knowing the answer to Rue's question.
* A5-Fitz stops and looks back to Mer
<B5-Potts> We believe the passage to be beyond the waterful...on the
other side of the lake...
<B5-Silvan> yer call potts
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<B5-Potts> We have to cross the lake...but it might have a Kraken
* B5-Marusk reaches for Syra's hand, looking to Potts.
<B5-Rue> I mean... Our's is...
<B5-Rue> And just reading a book of ours can set off a trap.
<A5-Flnthr> Shhhhh
* B5-Syra grasps Mar's hand, then points to the Kraken.
* A5-Fitz slides backwards
* A5-Flnthr looks into the lake.
* Kraken- slides a long gleaming slimy tentacle out of the water, -
great suckers running along the length of the thick stalk.. pink and
ridged with needle teeth
* B5-Rue stops...
* A5-Fitz looks around the lake
<B5-Syra> Ummm....errr...
* B5-Rue turns around and throws her cloak around her as she slips
into the shadows.
<B5-Potts> Syra...the book
<A5-Flnthr> Oooh boy
* A5-Fitz pulls his daggers and looks to the monster
* Kraken- slams its tentacle into Fitz - breaking ribs and knocking
him backward
<A5-Fitz> Awwww...fraggers
* A5-Flnthr trys to get as far away as he can.
<B5-Silvan> it's a kraken
* A5-Grumbl looks around the big water
<A5-Fitz> aiiiieeeeeeee
* A5-Mer points at the tenticle..."Uhhhhhh....uhh...."
<B5-Potts> Damnit
<A5-Mer> K-...Kraken!
<B5-Potts> Stay put all of you
* B5-Marusk watches Fitz get hit.
* B5-Syra reaches into her pack for the book.
<B5-Potts> Mar...can you get to him?
* A5-Fitz lands on the ground with a grunt
* A5-Mer unsheaths his lightsaber.
<DM1> The Kraken has Fitz with one tentacle...
<B5-Marusk> I can try.
* A5-Mer turns on the sabre with a *buzz*.
* A5-Flnthr thinks his harness will come to use

Date: Thu, 25 Jul 1996 10:52:48 -0400
From: RangerBlue@aol.com
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Subject: Spires log

<DM2> Attention!!
<B5-Potts> if you can't...don't get close
* B5-Marusk considers if the kraken saw Fitz or just sensed his
movements.
* A5-Fitz moans in pain.....
<A5-Fitz> urgh.....
<B5-Potts> Try to throw him your rope...quickly
<DM1> ((Only the player who is being held by the Kraken can attack.))
<DM2> You have five attacks only to cut the tentacle..
* A5-Grumbl moves away from the water, and readies his axe
<Kraken-> ::the tentacles sways back and forth, weaving like a cobra
before latching on suddenly around Fitz
* B5-Silvan watches the kraken standing still
* A5-Flnthr quickly pulls out his harness but first throws his
grappling hook up to attach himself to the ceiling.
* B5-Syra quickly scans through it, looking for a Kraken...knowing the
dwarves surely knew about him.
* B5-Marusk removes his rope once more.
* A5-Fitz trys to crawl back to the group
<DM2> You must total a five of the five attacks...
<B5-Potts> Syra the book
<A5-Fitz> Ack!!!
<DM1> ((The player being held can make five dice rolls to cut off the
tentacle....otherwise he is dinner.))
<A5-Fitz> Let me go!!!
* A5-Flnthr jumps into the harness and reels himself up and over Fitz.
* B5-Marusk takes the non-hook end and tosses to Fitz, hoping it will
be enough.
* B5-Syra looks up at Fitz, then back at the book again. I'm looking!
* Kraken- starts to drag him toward the water
<DM2> Fitz..commence
* A5-Fitz stabs downwards with his daggers
<Kraken-> brings three more tentacles out - waving in the air -
slapping down hard on the ground between them in ground shaking
jars... causing them to loose their balance - then lifting to wave
dangerously - great snapping weapons
* A5-Mer growls a battle cry as the Kraken attacks Fitz....and slashes
down on the tentacle with his lightsaber, cutting through it.
* A5-Flnthr quickly lowers a rope down.
<B5-Potts> Damnit
<B5-Syra> Use your sword Fitz!
<A5-Flnthr> Grab it Fitz
<A5-Flnthr> Grab the ropes
<A5-Mer> Get the hell away from my friend!
<DM1> Merikus....only the player who is being held can attack.
<B5-Silvan> (( what about missile weapons dm? ))
* Kraken- slams its tentacle into Mer - slamming him backward into the
group
<DM2> Fitz..commence attack or die..
<A5-Mer> ((::sighmuttersigh::))
<B5-Marusk> ((What about missile weapons?))
<B5-Potts> Do it Fitz
* A5-Mer gets slammed back.
<B5-Silvan> (( yes what about missile weapons? ))
<A5-Flnthr> ((I have 2 hand crossbows))
<B5-Syra> Fitz....fight!
* A5-Fitz continues to stab at the tentacles and trys to grab the rope
<A5-Fitz> ((2d20?))
<A5-Fitz> ((What's the dice?))
* Kraken- crashes two of its tentacles between Marusk and Syra
* A5-Mer disignites his saber.
* A5-Fitz pulls his sword and attacks
<A5-Fitz> 2d20
<B5-Potts> Fitz is being held..not Mer?
<noppa> A5-Fitz, 2d20: 24
<DM2> These are tentacles...missile weapons near impossible to hit
with..
* Kraken- pulls Fitz toward the water
<DM1> No missiles...either the person who is being grabbed can cut off
the tentacle or not--the rest of you are too far away to be of help,
and missiles might bring down an avalanche.
* B5-Marusk leaps to the side, releasing Syra's hand.
* A5-Flnthr quickly lowers himself feeling that the attention is drawn
to the others, he makes his way towards the waterfall.
<DM2> roll 2#d20
<noppa> DM2, 2#d20: (4 19)
<B5-Potts> It's 2#d20
<noppa> B5-Potts, 2#d20: (10 16)
* B5-Syra falls hard to the ground, the book flying out behind her.
<A5-Fitz> 2d20
<noppa> A5-Fitz, 2d20: 32
<A5-Fitz> 2#2d20
<noppa> A5-Fitz, 2#2d20: (21 35)
<Kraken-> the water boils upward in great spouts as the creature rises
out of the dark water - horrible red slit eyes gleaming over a fanged
maw of hideous proportions.. slirping and smacking lips over two
great snapping mandibles
* B5-Marusk spots the actions of Falenthor, blinking.
<A5-Fitz> I am!!!!
* A5-Flnthr moves towards the waterfall.
<DM2> 2#d20 Fitz
<A5-Flnthr> Find the cache...
<B5-Rue> [It's 2#d20, Fitz!]
* B5-Syra crawls over, grabbing the book and gets as far away from the
Kraken as possible.
<B5-Rue> hmmm...
<A5-Fitz> ((what's the frigging dice...sheesh))
<noppa> DM2, 2#d20: (9 7)
<A5-Fitz> 2#2d20
<B5-Potts> ahhh
<noppa> A5-Fitz, 2#2d20: (21 20)
* A5-Flnthr looks for the cache hoping the Kraken doesn't notice him.
<DM2> Fitz..please read carefully
* B5-Marusk sees the creature's head rise from the water.
<A5-Fitz> 2#2d20
* Kraken- the tentacle closes tighter on him as green blood spurts
upward in a shower
* B5-Marusk sheathes the obsidian blade Apocalypse quietly.
<noppa> A5-Fitz, 2#2d20: (24 16)
<DM2> 2#d20
<noppa> DM2, 2#d20: (1 13)
* Kraken- slams its other tentacles about wildly - close to crushing
Syra
<A5-Fitz> 2#2d20
<B5-Rue> [Take out the second two.]
<noppa> A5-Fitz, 2#2d20: (18 31)
<DM2> :;sighs::
<B5-Silvan> (( THE GLITCH! ))
<A5-Fitz> 2#2d20
<noppa> A5-Fitz, 2#2d20: (20 14)
* Kraken- slams into Rue
<B5-Potts> FITZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!
* B5-Marusk leans against the wall of the cavern for balance.
<A5-Fitz> ((i am))
* A5-Flnthr looks for the cache.
<B5-Marusk> ((No. Just 2#d20.))
<B5-Potts> It's 2#d20 NOT 2#2d20
<noppa> B5-Potts, 2#d20: (3 1) 2#2d20: (20 32)
* B5-Rue cries out...
* A5-Mer watches the dice in strange amusement.
* A5-Flnthr is looking for the cache.
* B5-Syra screams as the tentacle almost nails her.
<A5-Fitz> 2#d20
<A5-Flnthr> Come on
<noppa> A5-Fitz, 2#d20: (13 12)
<A5-Flnthr> Where the heck is it
<B5-Silvan> (( Fits 2#d20 ))
<DM2> miss
<noppa> B5-Silvan, 2#d20: (10 4)
<A5-Fitz> ((oh sorry, feel like an ass))
* B5-Marusk unslings the elven longbow Wyndstriker from his back,
quickly nocking an arrow to the string.
<A5-Fitz> 2#d20
<noppa> A5-Fitz, 2#d20: (2 5)
* A5-Flnthr searches around the waterfall checking for anything.
* B5-Potts chuckles
* Kraken- weaves tentacles about.... wildly flailing - swipping at
Flnthr's head
<A5-Flnthr> Come on
<DM2> Miss..second attack
<A5-Flnthr> Anything
* B5-Syra scampers to her feet, drawing her sword swiftly and slashing
at the tentacle.
<A5-Flnthr> Whew!
* B5-Rue gets slammed into the wall, a slight glow fading from her
hands.
* A5-Flnthr ducks and scrambles away.
* B5-Potts moves forward to attempt to reach the Kraken
* A5-Grumbl leans against the wall, watching the beastie
* Kraken- snaps its mandibles -
* B5-Marusk leans against the cavern wall for support, noting that the
kraken has shown it's head...and eyes.
* B5-Silvan unslings his bow as well
<A5-Fitz> 2#d20
<noppa> A5-Fitz, 2#d20: (17 8)
* A5-Flnthr slowly goes farther away towards the location of the
cache.
<A5-Flnthr> Come on now
* Kraken- slams another tentacle down on the ground, dislodging them
from their feet as the ground rolls
<A5-Flnthr> Show yourself. Where are you
<DM2> hit...third attack
* A5-Flnthr goes to his knees and continues searching.
<A5-Fitz> Come on yer fragger
* B5-Marusk pulls back on the bowstring, aiming for one of the beast's
eyes...then losing his aim as he's knocked to the ground once more.
* B5-Syra falls down again, losing her balance as the beast strikes
the ground around them.
* A5-Flnthr scrambles to his feet.
* A5-Flnthr sighs and finally goes back to his searching.
* A5-Fitz rolls away and runs back to the team
* B5-Silvan reaches to his quiver and notches an arrow
* A5-Flnthr moves past the waterfall.
* B5-Rue leaps up from the wall and begins to move to the back of the
group...
* B5-Syra realizes her blade is useless and sheathes it before hurting
herself.
<DM2> Fitz...2 more attacks
<DM2> You have one hit
* B5-Syra scrambles back to her feet, bracing herself against the
wall.
* B5-Marusk sits on the ground, leaning back against the cavern wall
to make sure he can't be moved too much.
<DM2> You need four more
* A5-Flnthr moves past the base.
* A5-Fitz collapses in agony on the ground
<B5-Syra> Fitz!
* Kraken- screams - the cry rising upward in a horrible gurgle as the
water boils around him
* B5-Marusk nocks the arrow to the string once more.
* B5-Marusk takes his aim from a sitting position, waiting to make
sure it's perfect.
<B5-Rue> Nani yo...?
<A5-Fitz> 2#d20
<noppa> A5-Fitz, 2#d20: (2 20)
* B5-Marusk rises slowly by sliding up along the cavern wall,
retaining his locked aim upon the beast's eye.
* B5-Silvan aims alongside Marusk
<DM2> 3 hits...last attack
* A5-Mer watches Fitz struggle silently....knowing nothing can be done
by himself.
<A5-Fitz> k
<A5-Fitz> 2#d20
<noppa> A5-Fitz, 2#d20: (20 15)
* A5-Flnthr searches constantly looking for something, taking
advantage of the situation.
<A5-Fitz> Come on ye, die!!!!!
* B5-Marusk is aware of Silvan's motions out of the corner of his eye.
"Potts...we're going for the thing's sight. Objections?"
<A5-Flnthr> AFK
<DM2> 6 hits..tentacle is cut
<DM1> Fitz has now cut off the tentacle...
<A5-Flnthr> back
<B5-Potts> Nope...ask the DM though ;)
<B5-Potts> YES
* B5-Syra sighs with relief as she watches the tentacle slide back
into the water.
* Kraken- whips a tenticle around and knocks Silvan off his feet -
snapping a bone in his arm
<A5-Fitz> yes!!!!
* A5-Flnthr moves back to his unit.
<A5-Fitz> Take that yer fragger
<A5-Fitz> 2#d20
<A5-Flnthr> Good job!
<B5-Syra> ((How many hits did Fitz get?))
<noppa> A5-Fitz, 2#d20: (15 2)
* Kraken- weaves back and hits Marusk in the head, knocking him out
* B5-Silvan screams as he falls
<DM1> As the Kraken cries out with pain, there is a brief moment when
it cannot attack...
<A5-Flnthr> Get its sight.
* A5-Fitz rolls away and runs back to the team
* B5-Marusk isn't dumb enough to not see a tentacle actually coming
his way, so ducks.
<B5-Potts> Stay back..everyone
* B5-Marusk curses as he loses his aim!
<B5-Potts> Get back here
* A5-Fitz collapses in agony on the floor
* Kraken- flails - bringing the cut tenticle upward - gouting green
gore and blood over all of them - drenching them in it
<DM1> Merikus is out cold...the Kraken retreats briefly..the path to
the waterfall is clear..for only a few moments.
<A5-Flnthr> GET IT!
<A5-Fitz> Take that...yer mother was a fragger....
<B5-Potts> Archers...FIRE
<B5-Rue> GO!!
* B5-Silvan stands slowly, holding his arm
* A5-Fitz groans on the floor
* B5-Potts joins in with flaming missiles
* A5-Flnthr runs at it in a battle raged cry, not thing of anything
and hurls 2 throwing daggers at it.
<A5-Flnthr> 2#d20
<noppa> A5-Flnthr, 2#d20: (1 3)
<B5-Marusk> No! Just run!!
<B5-Silvan> Potts I cannae!
<B5-Rue> IKAZE!!
<B5-Marusk> Run! Run! Go!
<B5-Silvan> the damn thing broke my arm!
<B5-Syra> Run!
* Kraken- pulls its injured tenticle into the water
<B5-Potts> RUN!!!!
* A5-Fitz is a come
* B5-Silvan runs
* B5-Marusk takes his bow in one hand, sprinting for the path across
the lake.
* A5-Flnthr stays.
* B5-Rue runs to Silvan and pulls him along...
<B5-Potts> Get to the Waterfall...GO GO GO
* A5-Fitz trys to run...but can't
<A5-Fitz> Argh....help meeee!!!
* Kraken- slides into the water.. steam and green goo rising in waves
over the water
* A5-Flnthr runs with everyone else and takes a dive towards the
waterfall going for a swim.
* B5-Potts rushes the team members ahead of him
* B5-Silvan runs as fast as his elven feet can take him
<A5-Mer> ((::wonders when he got hit....did not se it::))
* A5-Fitz trys to move and falls down in agony
* B5-Marusk slings Wyndstryker upon his back once more.
<B5-Rue> hasha ze!!
* B5-Rue runes to Fitz and helps him up...
<B5-Rue> Let's go...
* B5-Potts moves on after his team...he trys to grab Fitz
* A5-Flnthr slides into the waterfall and runs through it.
* A5-Grumbl runs as his short lil dwarf legs can carry him
<B5-Rue> runs even
* B5-Syra runs swiftly, looking to Silvan and his arm.
* B5-Marusk upon reaching Fitz, he moves to help...then sees Potts and
Rue doing so.
* A5-Flnthr huffs and puffs.
* A5-Fitz gets up in pain and trys to run...
* Kraken- rises a tenticle up menacingly
* A5-Mer is knocked out by some unseen force.
* B5-Marusk leaps back into his sprint.
* B5-Silvan reaches out his arm to Met
<B5-Silvan> er Mer
* Kraken- weaves it around and sinks under the water
* A5-Flnthr runs.
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* A5-Fitz starts to run slowly
* B5-Syra notices Silvan stopping to get Mer....Hurry!
* B5-Potts SCOOPS up Fitz and runs quickly to the Waterfall
* B5-Rue begins to run slowly, pulling Fitz with her... Helping
him...
<B5-Rue> Gah!
* B5-Marusk merely concentrates on getting across and to the
waterfall.
<B5-Rue> [I had him!]
* B5-Marusk unslings the elven longbow Wyndstriker from his back,
quickly nocking an arrow to the string.
* A5-Flnthr runs and runs and runs.
* B5-Rue races after Potts.
* B5-Silvan grabs mer and slings him over his shoulder and runs
<A5-Grumbl> ((AFK))
<A5-Mer> ((DM? When did I get knocked out????))
* B5-Syra pants as she reaches the waterfall, bending over to catch
her breath.
<DM1> Behind the waterfall...you see a small opening...
<A5-Flnthr> Gotta find it
<DM1> Merikus..the Kraken knocked you out as she withdrew her
tentacles.
* B5-Marusk reaches the other side and spins, glancing about with
arrow ready to cover those in flight behind him.
* A5-Flnthr follows behind Marusk and readies his twin and crossbows.
* B5-Potts pushes everyone through the waterfall
* A5-Fitz collapses in agony
* A5-Flnthr rushes towards the opening, but silently.
<B5-Potts> Mar, Fal, Sil....post guard at the falls
* B5-Syra gets pushed and drenched at the same time. :)
<A5-Fitz> ((I'm like in severe pain correct?))
* A5-Flnthr understands and walks back out.
* A5-Flnthr posts guard.
* B5-Marusk nods to Potts, lowering the arrow to move to the falls.
* B5-Potts lies Fitz down several feet in beyond the entrance
* A5-Flnthr holds both hand crossbows ready.
* B5-Silvan holds his arm
<B5-Rue> Potts...
* A5-Fitz groans
* B5-Rue kneels by him and whispers to him...
<DM1> Fitz is in terrible pain...Merikus is coming out of his
unconscious state...
* B5-Marusk raises the bow and arrow once more after he's through,
training his aim upon the door.
<B5-Potts> Yes Rue
<A5-Mer> ((It said it was attacking Mar..not I... ::would see a
tentacle coming at him, considering Mer's innate abilities::))
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* A5-Fitz looks up
<A5-Flnthr> Oooh God
* A5-Fitz groans.... Argh.....
* A5-Flnthr looks up at the Asyr who just entered.
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* A5-Mer groggily wakes up.
<A5-Flnthr> Oooh boy
* A5-Fitz coughs....
* B5-Silvan looks up
<A5-Flnthr> Archers...
* B5-Syra blinks, looking at the approaching Asyri.
<A5-Fitz> <w>help....
<B5-Potts> Grumbl....Syra...Post guards here
* A5-Mer comes to his knees....and then stands up, a tad dizzy.
* B5-Rue places her hand on Fitz's and looks at him calmingly...
<A5-Mer> <q. Asyri...
* A5-Fitz coughs up blood
<A5-Flnthr> Ready on the guards and captain.
<B5-Syra> Ummm Potts....*points to the Asyri*
<DM1> Through the entrance behind the waterfall..you see the Asyri
force....a small guard unit...
* AsrGard_5 looks around slow.
* AsyrCap-5 rushes forward out of the cavern - yielding a sword and
screaming bloodthirstily
* B5-Syra withdraws her ElvenBlade, a definite *hiss* resounding as it
greets the air.
* A5-Flnthr holds his gaze on them and fires at the Captain.
* B5-Potts looks up
<A5-Flnthr> 2#d20
<B5-Potts> S***
<noppa> A5-Flnthr, 2#d20: (20 19)
<DM2> Call the target
* AsyrCap-5 attacks the first one he comes to
<A5-Flnthr> (Wow)
* B5-Silvan falls back holding eltheriel with his sword arm and
letting his other arm hang limp
* AsrGard_5 leaps out from his spot, his broadsword swinging wildly
above his head.
<AsyrCap-5> agrrrgggg!!!
<noppa> Wow: (Wow, this is great, we're all dying because of our
merciless DM. May the gods help us because that's the only hope we got
left :))
* A5-Fitz groans and is not able to defend himself
* B5-Potts is taken completely by surprise
<A5-Flnthr> AsyrCap
<A5-Flnthr> That was
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* AsyrCap-5 staggers back as arrows hit him
<AsyrCap-5> nick AsyrCap-3
<B5-Potts> LOL at noppa
<A5-Flnthr> Hah
* A5-Mer has Gailiathon in one hand, and his ignited Ligthsaber in the
other.
<A5-Flnthr> Thats 2
<A5-Flnthr> 5-3=2
<DM2> Correct...3 hits on Cap
* AsrGard-5 is here or something..
*** AsyrCap-5 is now known as Asyrcap_3
* A5-Mer grins to Noppa.....
* A5-Flnthr fires again at the Captain.
* A5-Mer looks at everyone.
<A5-Flnthr> 2#d20
<noppa> A5-Flnthr, 2#d20: (10 20)
* B5-Marusk spins on the slower AsyrGard, releasing his arrow while
she's still at a distance.
<A5-Mer> Ye think we can use Magic yet?
* AsrGard_5 slams into Flnthr, slashing out with the black onyx
broadsword.
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<B5-Syra> I think so Mer.
<B5-Potts> Fal You can't attack that fast
<A5-Flnthr> .
<AsrGard_5> 2#d20
<noppa> AsrGard_5, 2#d20: (10 16)
* B5-Silvan steps forward with his one arm and swings at The Guard
* A5-Fitz tries to grab his dagger but cant
<A5-Mer> Xandur!
<A5-Flnthr> Yep
* A5-Mer drops his weapons..making them disappear.
* Asyrcap_3 slashes at Fitz
<A5-Flnthr> Oh my god
* A5-Flnthr is knocked back
<B5-Rue> I think we can. We've been spotted. XANDUR!!
<A5-Flnthr> Damn guard
<Asyrcap_3> 2#d20
* B5-Rue suddenly fists her hands tightly...
<DM2> Fal...wait for Caps reply..
<noppa> Asyrcap_3, 2#d20: (7 16)
<DM1> As you fight...you see with amazement that the leader of the
entire Asyri army is HERE..in the cache...
<B5-Silvan> 2#d20
<noppa> B5-Silvan, 2#d20: (19 15)
<DM2> 1 hit Fal
*** A5-Flnthr is now known as A4-Flnthr
<A5-Mer> <q> Remember I can't attack in arangoth anymore, you
bloodthirsty swine?
<B5-Marusk> 2#d20
<noppa> B5-Marusk, 2#d20: (6 19)
* B5-Syra stands defensively, watching.
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<A4-Flnthr> ((CAPTAIN, yer at 2))
<A5-Mer> Well...take this.
<B5-Silvan> (( two hits on guard ))
<DM1> Please call your target...before you hit.
* Xandur emerges from the shadows, his adamantite breastplate gleaming
in the dim light
<A4-Flnthr> ((Not 3))
* B5-Marusk watches as his first arrow tears into the Guard.
* Rhiannonn appears in a light of teleportation into the cavern,
behind a waterfall. Dressed in dark leathers, she blinks..letting
her dark eyes adjust to the gloom of the cavern.
* B5-Potts waits for the DM's to organize this
*** Asyrcap_3 is now known as AsyrCap_2
<B5-Marusk> ((3 hits on Guard.))
<DM2> Call the target before attack..not after
*** AsrGard_5 is now known as AsrGard_3
* B5-Rue suddenly sees Rhia, and she begins to speak quietly, tossing
her dagger in her hand...
* AsyrCap_2 attacks Silvan
* A4-Flnthr whirls and fires at the captain again.
* AsrGard-5 draws its bow and arrows and shoots two arrows at Marusk.
<A4-Flnthr> 2#d20
<noppa> A4-Flnthr, 2#d20: (3 1)
*** AsrGard-5 is now known as AsrGard-4
<AsyrCap_2> 2#d20
* A5-Mer flings a wave of black energy at Xandur.....the ether
screaming in torment at the wave which rips through the Prime
Material.
* A4-Flnthr is attacking the cap.
<AsrGard-4> 2#d20
<noppa> AsyrCap_2, 2#d20: (14 17)
<noppa> AsrGard-4, 2#d20: (4 7)
* B5-Potts joins in the chaos seeing no control
<DM1> Behind you..on the path to the waterfall....is the Prefect
Xandur's mage assistant..Rhia....
* AsrGard_3 slams his broadsword into Mer.
* B5-Marusk spots Xandur and Rhia, blinking.
<A5-Mer> 2#d20
<noppa> A5-Mer, 2#d20: (15 10)
* A4-Flnthr watches the thing sails by.
<AsrGard_3> 2#d20
<noppa> AsrGard_3, 2#d20: (16 1)
<DM2> Last time...!!call the targets!!
* B5-Potts attacks Asyr Cap 2
* B5-Silvan gets hit and swings back at the captain
<B5-Potts> 2#d20
* B5-Marusk leaps to the side.
* A4-Flnthr fires at the Cap.
<noppa> B5-Potts, 2#d20: (12 20)
*** B5-Silvan is now known as B4-Silvan
<A4-Flnthr> 2#d20
<B4-Silvan> 2#d20
* Rhiannonn swings her head quickly, gritting her teeth
<B5-Syra> This must be their hideout.
<noppa> A4-Flnthr, 2#d20: (18 14)
<noppa> B4-Silvan, 2#d20: (9 14)
<DM2> Hit Cap
* A4-Flnthr is firing at Cap.
<Rhiannonn> <m>Obviously I'm nae alone.
<A4-Flnthr> GOOD JOB POTTS!
* B5-Rue suddenly calls out in Patryn tracing Runes in the air... and
she turns around and fires the spell at Rhiannonn.
<B5-Potts> HIT AsyrCap2 for two points
<A5-Grumbl> [bak]
<Xandur> ((Hold it.. if we don't go in order... this will make no
sense))
* Rhiannonn narrows her eyes at the Warden group
* AsyrCap_2 goes down.. gurgling blood
<Rhiannonn> Not *my* hideout
* B5-Syra narrows her eyes of molten gold,.
* B5-Marusk nocks another arrow to the string, letting it fly towards
the Guard.
<B5-Marusk> 2#d20
<noppa> B5-Marusk, 2#d20: (9 12)
* A4-Flnthr whips towards Xandur.
* A5-Mer watches the wave of black energy rip in to Zan, as he gets
hit with the guard's blade.
<AsrGard_3> **ooc: equates this to thrashing your limbs wildly and
insanely in the shark tank at Sea World.....**
<B5-Rue> 2#d20
* AsyrCap_2 clutches his throat
* A4-Flnthr fires with his crossbow.
<noppa> B5-Rue, 2#d20: (6 20)
<AsrGard-4> ((Which guard?))
<A4-Flnthr> 2#d20
<noppa> A4-Flnthr, 2#d20: (11 4)
*** A5-Mer is now known as A4-Mer
<B5-Marusk> ((Gard-3))
* Xandur narrows his eyes across the battle.. resting his obsidian
gaze on Rhiannonn
<B5-Syra> Aye...your's and your lovers.
<B5-Potts> AsyrCap2 is GONE!!!
* B5-Marusk slings his bow once more.
<B5-Potts> Out Out Asyr 2
<DM2> Cap is dead..
<A4-Mer> Everyone!
* B5-Marusk unsheathes his obsidian bladed elven longsword Apocalypse
with a swish of air
*** AsyrCap_2 is now known as asyrguard
* A4-Mer falls back, coming in to a defensive position.
* B5-Potts attacks AsyrGard3
* A4-Flnthr attacks Xandur.
* Rhiannonn catches herself on the floor
<A4-Flnthr> 2#d20
* B5-Marusk circles the remaining troops quietly, listening to Mer.
<DM1> The other Asyri...seeing Rhia and Xandur face off....realize
that there is trouble in the air..
<noppa> A4-Flnthr, 2#d20: (10 11)
<B5-Potts> 2#d20
* AsrGard-4 fires and lets out another two arrows in Potts' direction.
<noppa> B5-Potts, 2#d20: (1 4)
*** asyrguard is now known as dead
* A4-Mer quickly communicated with Potts using Warden handsignals.
<AsrGard-4> 2#d20
* B4-Silvan swings at gard
<noppa> AsrGard-4, 2#d20: (6 9)
<B4-Silvan> 2#d20 on Gard
<AsrGard_3> **ooc: AsrGard_3 spazs and gets lost totally.**
<Rhiannonn> <w>This is my fight!
* Rhiannonn quickly turns her head and focuses on Xandur
<DM1> They prepare to flee...to save their lives...
<noppa> B4-Silvan, 2#d20: (2 13)
<Rhiannonn> <q>You and I have unfinished business...Xandur
* AsrGard_3 attaks Mer
* B5-Rue slides forward across the battle area, calling out the runes
for her next spell, then stops slowly...
<AsrGard_3> 2#d20
* B5-Syra sheaths her blade and withdraws her dagger, moving
stealthily forward.
<noppa> AsrGard_3, 2#d20: (5 3)
* B5-Potts ducks as the arrows fly by
* A4-Flnthr smiles and glares at Xandur.
* AsrGard-4 quickly snaps her bow away
*** dead is now known as Guard-5
* B5-Potts throws a ball of flame at AG4
* A4-Flnthr holds his pose and fires at Xandur.
<B5-Potts> 2#d20
<A4-Flnthr> 2#d20
* Rhiannonn hisses
<noppa> B5-Potts, 2#d20: (12 20)
<noppa> A4-Flnthr, 2#d20: (4 15)
* B5-Rue continues to spell at AsrGard_3 and blasts him with it...
* A5-Fitz groans on the floor wishing he could help
* B5-Marusk looks away from the troops, glancing about for shadows.
<B5-Rue> 2#d20
<noppa> B5-Rue, 2#d20: (6 13)
* Guard-5 comes running up... looking shocked, reaching Xandur and
Rhiannonn
* A4-Flnthr strikes Xandur.
* Xandur unsheathes his twin Katannas
<DM2> 2 hit AG4
*** onestab has left IRC
* B5-Potts hits 4 for 2
* B4-Silvan swings at Gard
* A4-Mer looks at everyone.
<A4-Mer> Attention.....
* B5-Marusk makes for the shadows, sliding along the walls for
occasional furtive attacks.
* A4-Flnthr fires at G5.
<A4-Flnthr> 2#d20
<noppa> A4-Flnthr, 2#d20: (12 6)
<B4-Silvan> 2#d20 on Gard
<noppa> B4-Silvan, 2#d20: (5 7)
* Rhiannonn slowly gets to her feet, and warily approaches through the
waterfall
*** AsrGard-4 is now known as AsrGard-2
<A4-Mer> Group A...center attack on Xandur.
<Xandur> ((flnthr.. you need to take your turn))
*** AsrGard_3 is now known as toast
* B5-Rue leaps up, and throws her dagger at AsrGard_3.
<A4-Flnthr> AFK
<B4-Silvan> no!
<A4-Mer> Group B...do whatever the hell Potts wants you too.
<B4-Silvan> let Xan and Rhia fight!
<B5-Rue> 2#d20 on AsrGard_3
* Guard-5 runs off
<B5-Potts> Team B Attack the Guards
* A5-Fitz trys to crawl forward to help
<noppa> B5-Rue, 2#d20: (2 13)
<B5-Marusk> No, Merikus! The two are about to kill each other!
* Rhiannonn gives the Asyri guards a dangerous look
<B4-Silvan> they'll do our work for us!
* AsrGard-2 chokes as she gets hit by the fireball, her skin
smoldering and charred
<B5-Marusk> Aye!
<toast> **ooc: "He's got me legs! He's got me legS!!!!!"**
<Xandur> Guard!!!
<Xandur> Hold!!!
* B4-Silvan feigns left and cuts right at gard
<Xandur> That is an order!!
<B5-Rue> [ROFLOL!]
* A4-Mer considers their words.
<DM2> Silence falls
* Xandur glares at Warden Potts..
* B5-Syra stops Rhia on the other side of the waterfall, dagger in
hand.
<B4-Silvan> 2#d20
<A4-Mer> <q> Group A!
<A4-Flnthr> Back
<noppa> B4-Silvan, 2#d20: (15 10)
<Xandur> Warden.. are you leading this... Rabble..
* B5-Potts attacks AG2
* A4-Flnthr whirls.
<B5-Potts> 2#d20
* B5-Marusk slips from the shadows quickly, slicing low along
Guard-5's knees.
<noppa> B5-Potts, 2#d20: (20 17)
* AsrGard-2 turns to run
* B5-Rue slams her fist into the ground, runes flaring around her...
and the ground under AsrGard-2 explodes.
* B5-Potts shoots outs Arrows of lightning
* Xandur steps to the front, knocking blades to the ground
<A4-Mer> Provide support for Rhiannonn. If she falls...Kill Xandur.
* B5-Marusk ceases his attack.
<B5-Rue> 2#d20 on AsrGard-2
* A5-Fitz trys to crawl forward to help out
<noppa> B5-Rue, 2#d20: (11 2)
* Rhiannonn continues to stealthily approach Xandur, her black hair
slicked to her head and her eyes glittering menacingly
<B5-Potts> TEAMS Hold
<Xandur> I Said.. hold.
<DM2> Cease attacks
* B5-Marusk sheathes the obsidian blade Apocalypse quietly.
* Rhiannonn glares at Syra
* A5-Fitz groans
* A4-Mer steps up next to Potts.
<A4-Flnthr> Nice hit Potts
* B5-Marusk unslings the elven longbow Wyndstriker from his back,
quickly nocking an arrow to the string.
<B4-Silvan> (( gard is gone ))
* B5-Potts walks forward with Sil and Mer at his side
* A4-Flnthr waits
* A4-Mer looks up at Xandur, his eyes red.
* AsrGard-2 falls to the ground before she can run.
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* Xandur slips up behind his guard, sword drawn and ready to strike.
* B5-Syra sneers mockingly at Rhia.
<B5-Potts> TEAMS STOP NOW
* B4-Silvan walks forward
* B5-Marusk trains it along Xandur, Rhiannon, and the Guard.
<B5-Potts> Someone Grab Rue
<A4-Mer> Team A! Hold your position.
<B5-Potts> Hurry
* B4-Silvan drifts back to RUe
* A4-Flnthr holds his crossbows on Xandur.
<Xandur> Warden.. his eyes stare at Potts..
* A5-Fitz groans and crawls forward
<toast> **ooc: In the immortal words of any losing
general..... "RUN AWAY!!!!!!"**
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* B5-Rue stops and looks at Potts... Her hood had been thrown back and
she has a slight glow around her that doesn't fade...
* A4-Flnthr holds them.
* Rhiannonn pushes Syra aside roughly
<Xandur> Such bloodshed is unnecessary..
<Rhiannonn> 2#d20
<DM1> As the forces of the Asyri run away...Xandur and Rhiannon face
each other.
<noppa> Rhiannonn, 2#d20: (4 19)
<A4-Flnthr> Huh
<Xandur> I congratulate you for coming this far..
* A5-Fitz coughs and moans in pain
* A4-Mer looks at Xandur.
<Xandur> But...
* B5-Potts looks to Xandur with eyes like Jack Daniels...smooth and
intoxicating
* Xandur glares again at Rhiannonn..
* B5-Syra falls back into the water, kicks her foot out and trips
Rhia.
<B5-Syra> 2#d20
<noppa> B5-Syra, 2#d20: (13 1)
* B4-Silvan growls at Xandur
<Xandur> You cannot escape..
<B5-Potts> Aye...if you wish to call me the leader
<DM1> Syra..Potts has ordered you to hold.
* B5-Marusk decides Syra has Rhia covered for the most part, trains
his aim upon the Guard.
* A5-Fitz groans
* Rhiannonn lifts her chin in a haughty fashion, coldly staring down
Xandur
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* A5-Fitz coughs up blood
<B5-Potts> ((STOP ALL ATTACKS))
* A4-Flnthr holds the crossbows,
<A4-Flnthr> Yes we can!
* A4-Mer uses hand signals..motioning for Teams A and B to circle Zan
and Rhia.
<Xandur> I want the girl back.. and you all may go... ::nods to Rhia::
* B5-Marusk watches Syra take a fall, narrows his eyes and trains his
arrows upon Rhia...waiting.
<B5-Potts> ((FAL SHUT UP))
* A4-Flnthr glares at Xandur.
<A4-Mer> <q> Team A...stop your attacks now.
* B5-Syra made only one attempt in this struggle and that was it....so
she stands, fuming at Potts.
* B5-Rue stands up, her cold, dark glare directed at Rhiannonn...
<B5-Potts> Perhaps....
* Rhiannonn catches herself in the water, cursing at Syra under her
breath
<B5-Potts> But one thing we could do....
* A4-Flnthr isn't planning to attack POTTS!
<B5-Potts> destroy you in the process
<A4-Flnthr> Girl?
* Rhiannonn rises once again slowly to her feet, warily glancing at
the others
* A5-Grumbl leans on his battle axe
* Xandur grins
<Xandur> Destroying me is not as easy as you might think..
* Rhiannonn snorts derisively at Xandur
<B4-Silvan> nay, I'm afraid it will nae be that easy
* A5-Fitz trys to crawl forward
<Rhiannonn> I am not yours for the taking no longer...*my lord*
<Xandur> The girl.. warden.
<B5-Potts> And what do you have planned for her Prefect
* Rhiannonn rolls smoothly off her tongue sarcastically
* Xandur sneers at Rhia
<Xandur> You were.. and will be again.
<DM1> Silence falls in the cave as the mage and his assistant look at
each other.
<Rhiannonn> Oh aye..::eyes glittering:: I can destroy you..and I
shall.
* A4-Flnthr slowly brings his finger near the trigger holding
millimeters away from it.
* B5-Marusk thinks for a moment...and realizes that Rhia used a double
negative to say she *is* his for the taking.
<B5-Rue> [LOL]
<Xandur> The emperor must complete your re-education.. and
The asyri will help you with your child
* Xandur laughs
<Xandur> You.. destroy me??
<A4-Flnthr> ..
* Rhiannonn looks over Xandur, draws back her shoulders..and spits at
him squarely in the face
<Rhiannonn> (LOL Mar)
<Xandur> You doltish girl.
* B5-Potts looks to both of them with curiosity
* B5-Syra tightens her hands into fists, seething inside but otherwise
outwardly calm.
<Rhiannonn> <w>There is a child no longer...*smirks* For this...
* Xandur wipes off his face..backhands her
* A4-Mer raises an eyebrow slightly.
* Rhiannonn reaches inside her cloak and removes an object..
<Rhiannonn> I sacrificed it to the dark powers
<DM1> The object Rhiannonn removes appears to be a small white clay
bowl.
* Rhiannonn takes a sudden step back startled by the blow
* B5-Rue 's glare moves to Xandur...
* Xandur raises a brow.
<DM1> Inside the bowl, which is deep and narrows to a small bottom..is
written a spell in black Asyri script.
<Xandur> The dark one... I am.. impressed.. girl.
* Rhiannonn almost drops the bowl
<Xandur> you will make an asyri magelord yet.
* Xandur eyes the bowl suspiciously.
* Rhiannonn wipes at a thin stream of blood from her mouth as she eyes
Xandur
<Xandur> helluva time to stop for a snack Rhia..
<DM1> The spell's first words draw Xandur toward it irresistibly.
* Rhiannonn can no longer contain her rage and rushes Xandur
<DM1> He cannot take his eyes off of the writing inside the bowl.
* Xandur grins. Just as well... let it be your last supper
* B5-Marusk looks to Syra quietly.
* Rhiannonn grabs his head in an armlock
<Rhiannonn> 2#d20
* Xandur swipes his swords at Rhiannonn
<noppa> Rhiannonn, 2#d20: (18 10)
<B5-Potts> ((MER Respond to my msg))
<Xandur> 2#d20
* B5-Rue swings her gaze back across the Rhia.
<noppa> Xandur, 2#d20: (4 14)
* B4-Silvan watches
* Xandur winces as she outquicks him
* B5-Syra nods to Mar, though imperceptible to the ones enfolded in
the drama.
* Rhiannonn forces Xandur to look into the bowl and she quickly begins
to chant in a strange tongue breathlessly
<DM2> Xan's head is locked in her arm
<Rhiannonn> <w>Listen and die you bastard...
<DM1> As Xandur looks into the bowl..his head seems drawn toward
it...like a magnet toward metal.
* A4-Flnthr waits.
* Rhiannonn tightens her grip and begins to chant louder
* B5-Marusk begins moving slowly to the side...sliding his feet in
silence as he watches.
<DM1> He is reading the spell....as the writing of the spell spirals
into the bowl...his body moves closer to it...
* B5-Potts backs off..motioning
* A4-Flnthr moves with Mar.
* Rhiannonn 's face is contorted by years of pent-up hate for the man
in her arm
* Xandur peers into the bowl.. a cool, hypnotic liquid rippling
there..
* Xandur stares at the enticing bowl
* Xandur limps in Rhia's grasp
* B4-Silvan pulls back
* B5-Marusk stops as Falen moves with him, hoping they haven't both
been discovered.
<Rhiannonn> <w>You shall die like the dog you are, Xandur...
<DM1> Suddenly...Xandur's feet lift off the ground..he appears to be
levitating..moving toward the bowl...
* Xandur caresses the bowl with his hands.. yearning to be... part of
it..
* B5-Marusk pulls back from the group.
<Rhiannonn> <w>How long I have dreamt of doing this...to hear your
pitiful screams
* B4-Silvan watches eyes widening
<DM1> He is being sucked inside it...as he reads deeper and deeper
into the object...
* Rhiannonn grits her teeth, continuing the chant at a furious pace
<A4-Flnthr> Don't worry <w> keep going Mar
* A5-Fitz claps his hands
* Xandur becomes translucent as his body pulsates with energy
* B5-Syra realizes just how dark and evil Rhia is.
* A4-Flnthr moves along with Mar.
<Xandur> Rhia.....
* Rhiannonn 's chants turn into maniacal cold laughter
<Xandur> Rhia....
* Xandur tugs one last glance at his traitor magess
<DM1> As he reads to the bottom of the bowl...he finds that the spell
turns into a trap....a spell of entrapment...
<Xandur> <m> this is not the end......
<Rhiannonn> <w>Die!
* B5-Rue closes her eyes tightly, angrily at Rhia's magic and she
backs away, dropping her dagger to bring her hands to her ears...
* A4-Mer motions for both teams to hold their position, but prepare to
attack if they get attacked.
* B5-Potts watches the unknown spell with slight curiosity
* Xandur fades into the bowl in a smear of light
* B5-Marusk shakes his head, moving off to a safer range from which to
watch and attack if necessary.
<DM1> As he sees the word at the bottom of the bowl....his entire body
is sucked into it...
* Rhiannonn smirks, her eyes cold and dark...blazing with rage
*** Xandur is now known as InDBowl
* Rhiannonn suddenly stops and all is quiet
* Rhiannonn glances up, her hair hanging limply in her face as she
surveys the others
*** Xandur has left IRC
<InDBowl> ((I cant help this.. sorry))
* B5-Syra looks cooly towards Rhia.
* Rhiannonn lifts the bowl above her head
<InDBowl> <---- is cuckoo for cocoapuffs
<Rhiannonn> This is my proof to you on this day...Xandur is no
more..and let it serve as a warning to the rest of you.
<Rhiannonn> ((ROFLMAO!!!))
* A4-Flnthr moves with Marusk but goes higher, an easier place to
attack from.
* B5-Potts fondles his staff in preparation
* B5-Potts thinks this was planned
* Rhiannonn flings the bowl into the lake
* A4-Flnthr holds his crossbows.
* Rhiannonn smiles bitterly as she watches it sink
<DM1> The current of the waterfall carries the bowl deep into the
lake..and you see a tentacle of the Kraken grab it as it disappears
forever.
* A5-Fitz pulls his daggers and looks to Mer
* B5-Rue opens her eyes, watching Rhia, anger flaring into them....
* Rhiannonn suddenly looks up at the others, sensing their readiness
to attack
*** InDBowl is now known as Gone4good
<Rhiannonn> <w>Our fight will be on another day..my *friends*...
<B5-Potts> ROFLMAO
* B4-Silvan looks shocked
<Rhiannonn> Long live the Khala...
<A5-Fitz> ROFL
<B4-Silvan> ROFL!!!!
* B5-Syra smirks, sheathing her dagger.
<B5-Rue> ROFLOL!
<A4-Flnthr> LOL
<A4-Mer> LOL, Xan.
<A4-Flnthr> Hahah
* Rhiannonn suddenly lifts her arms swiftly and is engulfed in a flash
of light...and disappears
*** Rhiannonn is now known as NotHere
<B5-Rue> IN DA BOWL!
<B5-Rue> Sorry
* B5-Rue looks at Rhia, shock on her face...
<B5-Potts> M'Lady Rhia...:::looks to her with appreciative eyes:::
<A4-Mer> ::the forces are encircling Rhia...and the bowl::
<DM1> Rhiannon is gone...and you realize that the Asyri army cache is
here, unguarded..you can destroy it and them...
<A4-Mer> ((ROTFL, XAN!!))
<A5-Fitz> ROFL!!!!
<DM1> But you have to secure a way out first.
<A4-Flnthr> Kill.....her...
<B4-Silvan> ROFLMAO!
<B5-Rue> [ROFLOL!!!!}
* A4-Flnthr holds silently.
<A4-Mer> A warning, Mage?
<A4-Flnthr> K...k....
* B4-Silvan looks at Rhia
<B5-Syra> She is gone Fal...and good riddance.
* B5-Potts directs both teams to back off
* A4-Flnthr tries to loosen his grip but can't
<B4-Silvan> is this how ye end things? holding grudges against both
sides...
* B5-Rue stands up and starts shouting furiously at Rhiannonn in
Patryn....
* A5-Fitz backs off
<B5-Potts> Damnit
<B5-Potts> Rhia
<A4-Flnthr> Rhin......let Asyr and Arangoth come to peace..
<B5-Potts> This does nae end his life
<A4-Flnthr> Please......
<B5-Potts> Well...not forever
<A4-Mer> Rhia....you have done Arangoth a great service today.
<B5-Potts> Everyone...HOLD
<B4-Silvan> hold back all!
* A4-Mer motions for both teams to stand down on weapons.
* B5-Rue is STILL screaming furiously at Rhiannonn
<B4-Silvan> ye can count on that Rhia!
<B5-Potts> <q> Rhiannonn
<A4-Mer> The...Khala...?
<B4-Silvan> what did she say?
<A4-Flnthr> Can you get us outta here?
<B4-Silvan> Nay!
<B5-Potts> He is nae dead....and you have perhaps endangered us all
* A4-Mer wonders who the 'ell that is.
<B4-Silvan> SI`GANTH! The Khala! *curses loudly*
* A4-Mer curses.
* A4-Flnthr curses.
* B5-Marusk sighs.
* A4-Mer looks at Team A. "Shut the hell up, and that's an Order!"
* B5-Rue turns around and starts cursing loudly in her language,
hitting the wall hard...
* B5-Potts shakes his head and wonders how long it will be before
someone will find the bowl
<A4-Flnthr> Sir....
* A4-Mer has a headache.
<A4-Flnthr> yes sir
<B5-Potts> Let's get this over with...
<A4-Flnthr> We can take the stream back up
<A4-Flnthr> I'm sure fly spells would do quite well
* B5-Potts points a finger to the closest portion of the cache as it
dissolves
* A5-Fitz sighs
* B5-Rue sighs and rests her head against the wall...Becoming silent,
blood running down her knuckles...
* A4-Mer closes his eyes...and the air bends...
<B4-Silvan> she is nae gone
* A4-Mer pushes inward...a ripple travels through Time-Space...
* B4-Silvan walks to Rue
* A4-Mer then Rips at the fabric of Time-Space itself........and a
portal opens.
* A5-Fitz sighs
<DM1> Falenthor..the way back upstream is blocked.
<A4-Mer> Team A, stand guard.
* A4-Flnthr quickly casts disintegration on the cache,
<A4-Flnthr> Yes sir
<A4-Mer> Team B, burn the Cache.
* B5-Potts continues to dissolve the cache as his team moves out
* A4-Flnthr stands guard.
* A4-Mer shoots a glance to Fal. "Don't give me that BS, Fal. Ok? I
got pissed off. Sorry."
*** A5-Grumbl (starcry@user-168-121-80-201.dialup.mindspring.com) has
left #dragon*spires
<B5-Potts> Move your team out Mer....
<B5-Potts> I'll finish this
<A4-Flnthr> uuuuh
<A4-Flnthr> What BS?
<B5-Potts> Team B...move to the portal
<A4-Mer> That Yes Sir stuff.
* B5-Potts pulls a bit of bat guano from his pouch
<A4-Flnthr> Oooyeah
<A4-Flnthr> I mean that
<B5-Potts> Move out.NOW
<A4-Flnthr> That's not sarcasm
* A4-Mer sighs. "Team A, through the portal."
<B5-Potts> 5
<B5-Rue> Dammit...
<B5-Potts> 4
* A4-Flnthr moves out with the team.
* B5-Rue turns around and leans back against the wall...
<B5-Potts> 3
<B5-Potts> 2
* A4-Flnthr runs.
* B4-Silvan walks to Rue
* A4-Mer stays behind, heading up the rear.
<B4-Silvan> tis over for now
<B4-Silvan> come
<B5-Potts> 2
<B5-Potts> 2
* B5-Rue takes Silvan's arm and she takes them on their own with her
magic.
*** B5-Rue (Rue@dal24-02.ppp.iadfw.net) has left #Dragon*spires
<B5-Potts> 1
<DM1> The portal opens....and the cache starts on fire...
* B5-Potts throws the fireball into the cache and slips into the
portal
* A4-Mer takes out some parchment...and begins writing.
* B5-Marusk glances about the cavern once more, muttering a soft
prayer to Gilean and slips through the portal.
* B4-Silvan leaves with Rue
*** B4-Silvan (Palpatine@pool038.Max1.Houston.TX.DYNIP.ALTER.NET) has
left #dragon*spires
*** B5-Syra (Syra3@cnc051060.concentric.net) has left #Dragon*Spires
* A4-Flnthr does some prayer stuff
* A4-Mer is taking the rear. "Teams...move out. I'm gonna stay
behind...to close the portal."
* A4-Flnthr thanks Mielekki
*** B5-Potts is now known as PottsCE
*** A4-Flnthr (zielonka@stl-wa2-25.ix.netcom.com) has left
#Dragon*Spires
*** B5-Marusk (maruskk@pipe3.ny2.usa.pipeline.com) has left
#Dragon*Spires
Session Close: Sun Jul 21 01:31:06 1996
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Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 03:04:28 -0400
To: palpatine@earthlink.net
From: dshade@alpha.pulsar.net (Dave Soltys)
Subject: PLots and such...

Just wondering if your open to joining in on some interesting plot
filled storyline... IF ya have read the DreamShade post... I am finally
starting to post what I have written in some txt files I thought up... Just
asking if that Zalandros char who is Royal Astrologer or somethin could be
involved maybe... As you might notice... The plot involves a quite a bit of
it... Or soon will show in other post..

Well, just dropping a letter to get a response. Nice short story ya
had there in past few post.

Dave aka DreamShde,
Farlow,
Sunflamer,Darnaok,
Mindwarp,etc

DreamShade (aka DreamShde)
Player of Shadow and Light
Dreamweaver of the North

((Oh and the mun is Dave, Royal Pain in the Rear to his friends.))
"To see a world in a grain of sand, and a heaven in a wildflower."
-William Blake
"Reality is what you make of it." - Unknown
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." -Some wise old sage

Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 02:14:23 -0500
From: Rue <deanna3@airmail.net>
Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..

Dave Soltys wrote:

> Concerning Pott's suggestion, it is understandable that when a
> storyline enters into a live public roleplay that outside characters would
> interact since it would be an open situation as in real life (ANd I feel its
> the spirit of the freeform environment of BDI and the old RDI...)), but also
> as Angel says it would be rude for someone to just say approach the clones
> of Angel and Narsissa and find that they ARE clones and stab them to death
> or somethin'.

This is quite annoying... I have seen this way too many times, and this has
happened to me plenty of times... I often try to shift the plot I'm workin' on and use
the events to my advantage... That's something I have learned to do. I always plan out
the general idea (ISEA!) of the plot before I start it... But i never realize how it's
going to end until I'm ready to end it. The ideas are just so vague, that I HAVE to use
the events in the inn for the details. Such as with the Negaverse plot. All I started
with was Zoisite. A character. I had nothing for her to do. So I directed her for the 7
crystals. But how could I relate them to the inn? How could I let people know about
them? And she gained an intrested in Lysira because of the crystals in Lysira's hair (i
know it's lame, but it works. And I was only there for 'bout 3 weeks.). I believe that
this is not only the first time I met Sira, but that was the beginning of a major plot
of mine.

With the current plot. I am currently writing a book right now, and this plot is
helping me do so. The original plan was for Aylaishia to be the antagonist. But after a
bit of shifting, and some inspirations, Isea came into being, and Aylaishia was shifted
to one of the protagonists. Tonight for example... I had to make sudden changes,
rewriting a lot of it, since the fact that Aylaishia's past has been revealed to half of
the inn and I didn't plan on that until another time. And the spell on Arianeira has
been broken (I think), which I didn't plan on happening either.

> I really hate when ppl play omniscient and figure they know
> everything. It really does take the fun out of roleplays (And makes ya crave
> the dice and level grap of the very structured TSR system.) When I usually
> have god like characters for whatever reason, they usually never appear in
> actual live rps much and seem to appear only in BIG plots. (Usually some
> mentor type...) I try to play around those situations where it would ruin
> roleplay fun and so try to play the character as little as live as possible,
> but at times a plot might need some demigod type character to fill it out,
> etc (Add to the mystery of the RPG).
> That's what Aylaishia is right now. I try to avoid fights with her, and I only
talk, which I enjoy a WHOLE lot with this character, because I enjoy speaking with
puzzles. To this time, I can count only 2 major fights that Ayla has gotten into... Ayla
vs. Deth, and Ayla vs Arianeira. And I talked to the muns and we had planned out the
endings of the fights.

What I tried to do, was tried to get as many people as I possibly could involved
into my plot. Now I have people siding with Rue, with Ayla and with Isea.

To my point. I like for RPGs to have a lot of people. When I went to the Battle
Games camp out, we played a game of Rifts, and a game of AD&D. Both games had about 8,
10, 11 people in 'em... And they were SO much fun because of all of the variety in 'em!
I mean, in the Rifts game we had all of these generic characters... But then a giant
blue guy and a giant canary... I don't know what they are, but those were the names we
called 'em. If you leave it like that, you leave out the variety... I finally got
annoying to me that the only people in my Negaverse plot were Jimmie, Adam, Kevin (Mal),
and I, so I started gettin' sick of it. *shrug*

--
Rue
http://www.io.com/~jimmie/kirsy/home.html

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

"I've come here for a purpose," he said to her. "I'm looking for someone. A little girl.
Her age would be seven, maybe eight gates. She is called Rue."

Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 01:16:08 -0600
From: onestab@rmci.net (OneStab)
Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..

My few comments.

Unfortunately, I feel somewhat responsible for the "exclusionary" RP
problem. The Asyri/Arangoth line was never intended to be "closed." Though
somehow that idea was conveyed. Nevertheless, I did write the first "you
need permission to play" letter. In this case, it was simply because *I*
was under oath to protect a copywrite. This permission only applied to
Asyri characters. Anyone and everyone was welcome to kick Xandur in the
teeth when he came to the inn. :)

I am utterly opposed to the direction the "exclusions" have taken.

Potts is precisely correct, if you do not wish others involved in the line,
for heaven's sake, do NOT go into the inn and play the line. Live RP is
supposed to be filled with other's involvement, their characters changing
and evolving lines as they develop. Otherwise, you are RPing a script.
Scripts are better written here on the list. Live RP writes the script..
real time.

I hear time and again how God PC's are loathed for their intervention. It
is true, there are players that game on a "sitcom schedule" (ie. all
problems must be stated and solved in 22 mins, leaving 8 for words from your
sponsor.) However, there are ways to RP around intrusions, and, if a player
in particular annoys you... that little ignore feature works great.

For the record, I will not engage again in any situation that requires
membership restriction in any way. Many thought me overbearing and
controlling in the Asyr line. In fact, I was simply protecting the
wonderful authors that allowed me to bring their story to live RP with
Xandur. This responsibility I did not take lightly. The authors took a big
risk bringing the line to live RP.

I tried to make the line as open as possible while maintaining my word to
them. Several intruiging offshoots did develop.. for those who felt
"excluded" I am sorry you felt so, but those feelings are not soundly based.
The line was stated as open for all current character participation on
several occasions. Only new Asyri characters required an okay.

That asside, I re-iterate my contempt for playing a closed line in the inn.
This is billed as an Free Form Gaming area... If characters are not allowed
(or need permission) to react to events happening in the inn where they
are.. Your line does not belong in the Inn but a PR or the boards. If you
cannot RP around interventions, perhaps your own ability (not those around
you) needs honing.

One last word to those wishing to intervene in any line. While it is indeed
a free form area, common courtesy demands you ask before acting in a way
that may alter another's line significantly. Offering aid and support IC is
fine... just jumping in and saving the day is bad form. Expect to be
ignored when performing a "hero from the phone booth" role. Someone went to
alot of trouble to write a line starring their character(s), not yours. If
the authors are decent, they have opened the door for extras and even other
stars to alter the course of events.. But no one spends creativity creating
IC puzzles so you can solve them with a "Ronco Hydrogen Bomb and Potato
Peeler" wave of the wrist.

With Respect,
Darren

Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 02:22:19 -0500
From: Rue <deanna3@airmail.net>
Subject: Dulcy's pic!

this is on the ftp site, but since Stef's attachment with this pic worked so
well... I thought it would be better on here... The gif is about 100K.
This is a picture I sketched of our dear Dulcina for my Fundamentals of Drawing
class. I do not know the grade, but it's one of a set of four. The original picture was
a profile of Rue. Then I had to morph it into other faces. So I got Isea, Dulcina, and
Taeylea all from that one picture. Enjoy!

Attachment Converted: C:\earthlnk\eudora\Download\Dulcy.GIF

Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 00:49:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: starcry@earthlink.net
Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..

I have listen and read ever single post on this subject from other
players...and i noticed that as far as i could tell, Angel's post mentioned
nothing about who can and can not RP.

My only comment on all of this is, this:

Mun knowledge is that Mun knowledge. And PC knowledge is PC knowledge.

If you can not tell the difference then i suggest you step back, and
relearn everything about RP. Fore it makes no since to set up a storyline,
rather it is closed or not in the mailing, only to have some PC meet you in
the Inn, and automatically know everything about the stroyline, even though
that particular PC has had no involvement in the SL in the mailing list.
That is plain and simply wrong.

Jumping into a SL, i think is fine in the Inn, since that is where the main
plots of many SL's are finished, but not all in one session, nor in under 2
hours either.

Point of example: {and i hate to bring this up} Moonbeam used MUN knowledge
or what is called GOD PC powers, and immediately linked Sun`zen to Angelsin
and Narisa, who have just returned from escaping from Dellila, trekking
across the desert, and finally coming home...Moon, jumped Sun the moment he
walked into the Inn, and challenged him to tell why is soul or whatever is
linked into AngelSin and Narisa....and then tell him she wants the full
truth of why these two are fakes, and why he's involved in them...and then
she comes across like a Damned God threatening to RIP his mind asunder to
gain the truth, and there is nothing he can do???, come on, that is pure
BS...and I <Sun`zen> RPed the entire scene as if she was a loon, and he
hadnt the foggest idea what she was talking about...and he bidded her good
day and left....Well what did Miss GOD MoonBeam do, she turns around and
Kidnaps Isis <who didnt want to become involved with the SL> and drags her
off out of the Inn...trying to force Sun`zen to come and rescue her, so
MoonBeam can RIP his mind asunder, and gain the truth as to why there is a
fake Angelsin and Narisa, and where the real ones are.....That entire scene
with that is nothing but PURE BULLSHIT!!!! and I am sorry if some of you
disagree with my feelings on these...but i can not see a on how Moon can
immediately know by just recently meeting Angel and Narisa that they are
fakes...fine she can look at their souls...but what does a soul look
like...well as i explained to Angel about the clones...they acted
differently, Angel acts like Narisa, and Narisa acts like Angel...each is
identical in every way to both the real ones, including all memories, up to
the point just before seeing the Pyramid...they remember falling asleep and
then waking up in a sandstorm that lasted for several days, which they
treked thru and finally made it back to Arangoth....I am just really pissed
off that almost in one entire Day a PC automatically knows everything, links
Sun`zen too it all, and then turns around, and runs his name thru the mud to
ever single PC in the Inn that they can see....heck there are PC's in the
Inn that have never meet Sun personally, and already what to cause him pain
because of Moon's actions.

I am sorry if i have hurt anyones feelings by what i said, how i said it,
but that is how i feel...and I will state this...Sun`zen has never used Mun
knowledged about anyone in the Inn...i RP him true to his alignment,
lifestyle, and his abilities, and if anyone has a problem with that, tough
shit! Because if i have to go thru another totally BS shitty scene like i
did today...i am gone...of course several of u will throw a party, but i
dont really care.

****Also, i am tired of being an OP in a channel were i am told what to do,
and when i do something i thought the OP was supposed too do..i get balled
out...i am sorry...i will not name names, that is pure nonesense to
do...Angel, Jimmie, Sylvia, Mickey, RUe, i thank you for the ability to be
OP...but I formerely request that that Title be removed as soon as
possible...i am tired of it..Thanx****

Signed:
-Sun`zen(aka. Jul`Kair, aka.Sun`Dragn, aka. Sunaj)
Champion of BattleFest '96
....Long Live the BlkDragon*Inn in all its Glory.
-starcry(aka. Stefhan, the mun)
-Grumble(dwarf..."Hey what you looking at you Walking Talking Tree!!!")

Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 05:58:22 -0400
From: "Kerrinne Lynne Kl'ramordan" <kerrinne@tiger.avana.net>
Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..

Well....::blinks after reading all her mail:: I must say that there are
some valid points. But I'd like it to be known (because I don't think it's
just me) that I have basically ceased to RP on the internet (AKA Arangoth).
I find the closed story-line thing...the mun's getting upset over a piece of
e-mail, and being ignored less than fun. That's part of the reason why I
started RPing...was to have fun. I will most likely be continuing my RPing
on AOL for the most part. I have less problems there than I ever could
here. I know that if I, personally, came across this place called RhyDin I
would think it snubish and very much leaning to the "socially elite" and
probably move one. So, since my characters were made taking different
aspects of me...I figure they'd probably do the same.

Now, as for mun knowledge and all that crud....well....I have about seven
characters right now...and half are in light guilds...half are in dark
guilds...and it's funny how my pc's never know any info about the other
unless found out by another source. But alas, the opportunity to prove
myself (which I *shouldn't* have to do) to be a "good" Role-Player (whatever
that means) was never given here. I think the only reason I remain on this
list is due to the fact that several of my friends and ppl who I *love* to
RP with are on it. They accept me and my characters without having to prove
myself...and are NOT afraid to let me get involved in their SL's.

::feels better now that she's said what she wanted...but wonders how it
sounds at 6 in the morning...ugh::

~The Nutty Mun~
Kerrinne/Keelia/Korrina/Lixand/Etc...

"Life is what you make it...so make it good."

http://www.avana.net/pages/personal/karrinne/
~The House of Ivory Home Page~

Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 09:22:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: maxx5@cyberg8t.com (Sara)
Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..

::steps up to the plate, a bat in one hand and two pennys in the other::

::clears her throat:: Ok Folks. Here it is, my two cents. ::digs her feet
into the dust, then smacks the bat against her foot several times, and hefts
the stick against her shoulder::

First! I am new to RPing on the Net. ( I was on AOL for several years ) I
came because several very close friends with amazing imaginations were here
and asked that I join them. It has taken quite a while to adjust to the
differences between AOL and the Net. They are by no means bad differences,
but they are differences none the less. I've struggled with establishing my
characters. I've been accused of being a "God PC" I've had a character in
the Inn insult "ME" OOC through his character. I've tryed to follow the
"rules" as I knew them. I've been corrected by Ops. Which is fine with
me, as a newcomer... I've WANTED to know how things work here. Angel has
been more than gracious answering my questions OOC through the mail and I
appreciate that. But, as a newcomer to the BDI, I am discouraged with
what I've seen. Both in this list, and in the Inn itself. I've never
considered myself a fabulous RPer. I make mistakes. My characters make
mistakes. That's how we grow. That's how we learn. As an old Rhydin-ite,
I did my best to help the "newbies." Without children, the race dies. So
many talented people are out there, and if they are not taught when they are
curious.... we will loose them. That seems such a shame, when our world can
be enriched by those who bring new and intersting perspectives to things. I
suppose what I'm saying is..... have some heart for those who are new and
old alike. RPing should be enjoyable. This is our play time. This is our
heart. Don't let those who have brought so much joy to you, leave in
anger. And don't let those who are new, get discouraged with the
possibilities that they can't ever play with the "big kids."

::tosses one of the pennys in the air and swings::

Second! Storylines... Storylines..... open? closed? Geez! What a mess.
The argument goes back and forth, coming full circle and then beginning
again. I offer no solutions. I'm not sure there *is* a solution.
However... ::flips the last penny over in her hand:: perhaps a little
respect for each other would go a long way. I realize by saying that, a
few of you will feel insulted and rally to aid each other in bashing me.
But, I *have* seen you care for each other. I've read every letter in my
mail box for the last few weeks. I know there is a close knit group here
and you are all very stubborn in your own ways. That's as it should be.
All I'm saying is we should respect each other and what we chose to do with
our characters. If you want to close your storyline so that you can write
to your hearts content and have more control over what happens... So be it.
If you wish to leave your story open and let others toss their hats into the
ring..... So be it. "Let he who is without sin, cast the first stone"

::tosses the last penny in the air and swings away::

Sara ~ The Mun/Mom~

Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 10:01:06 -0700
From: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..

Thank you Sylv..that's all I was trying to say and explain..at least now I
know someone got it and I was maybe making sense :)

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AngelSin
Queen of Arangoth
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Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 13:03:12 -0400 (EDT)
From: Syl <petal@earthlink.net>
Subject: Re: Storylines and how they work..

:::peeks in and then steps in slowly, not sure what she has to say is going to make anyone angry or what, but decides to say it nonetheless:::::

I have read all 20+ letters this morning regarding storylines and plots in the inn and on this list. I would like to say that some of you are reacting without seeing Angel's point I think. Her point, and Sun`zen's....and just about anyone else's on this list and in the inn is and should be...when there is a storyline going on...it was created to achieve something. If you want to become involved in a story on the list...what is wrong with sending your contribution to the person who sent out the original story first? then they can add it to theirs or not without the story going in a direction they never intended for it to go in the first place. As far as the roleplay in the inn...it is wonderful when others jump into the plots and have fun with it...BUT (you knew that was coming didn't you?) stories on the list tell EVERYTHING...and in the INN sometimes you should not be able to know the everything that was told on the list. Confused? let me explain...using Angel's example o!
!
nce
more.
:::Brunhilde enters the inn and sits quietly in a corner watching Dulcina:::: (now you have read on the mailing list the beginning of this story how Brunhilde makes plans to kill Dulcina)
::SirJoeBlow looks at Brunhilde and screams, "You are under arrest for plotting the murder of our good Dulcina!":::
Excuse me...but where did SirJoeBlow see Brunhilde do anything but walk into the inn and sit quietly watching Dulcina work? Do you understand and see the point that I am making? RPing and reacting to what goes on in the inn is and should be slightly different from what you have read and know from the story on the mailing list.
OK carry on...now that I have completely confuzzled everyone but myself I am done :) ENJOY your day :) please drive through.
~Syl~So many characters running through my mind...so little time to play them all.

Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 11:13:03 -0700
From: Andie <Andie@bnbcomp.net>
Subject: Some humor

Now, this is JUST a joke..I have AOL too so no one get mad at me..

>>>> Diary of an AOL User
>>>> =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
>>>>
>>>> july 18- i just tried to connect to america online, which ive heard is the
>>>> best online service i can get. i cant connect, i dont know what is wrong.
>>>>
>>>> july 19- some guy at the tech support center says my computer needs a
>>modem. i
>>>> dont see why. hes just trying to cheat me. how dumb does he think i am?
>>>>
>>>> july 20- i bought the modem. i couldnt figure out where it goes. it
wouldnt
>>>> fit in the moniter or the printer. im confused.
>>>>
>>>> july 21- i finally got the modem in and hooked up. that three year old
next
>>>> door did it for me.
>>>>
>>>> july 22- that three year old kid next door hooked me up to america online
>>for
>>>> me. hes so smart.
>>>>
>>>> august 2- i just read this post called make money fast. im so excited im
>>going
>>>> to make lots of money. i followed his instructions and posted it to every
>>>> newsgroup i could find.
>>>>
>>>> august3 - i just made my signature file. its only 6 pages long, so i will
>>have
>>>> to work on it some more.
>>>>
>>>> august 5- i was asking where to find some information about something.
some
>>>> guy told me to check out ftp.netcom.com. ive looked and looked, but i cant
>>>> find that group. hes so dumb.
>>>>
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*******
For bnbcomp's home page go to http://www.bnbcomp.net
For the Roleplayers out there..check out
http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm
Roleplaying arena!!

Andie Malvino
Title: I do EVERYTHING here!

Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 15:23:51 -0400 (EDT)
From: Galliard <gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu>
Cc: BlackDragon <BlackDragon@bnbcomp.net>
Subject: Storylines, blah, blah, blah

Hi, y'all!

Not to be redundant here, but wasn't this whole closed-SL
argument thing what I mentioned almost two weeks ago? (Re: A complaint
from Not-Steve) I happen to notice that some of the people who jumped my
case then are now arguing the exact same points I did then. [Sarcasm
Mode on] Boy do *I* feel vindicated! [Sarcasm Mode off] Anyway, since I
stated my views on this two weeks ago, I'll not do it here again. Just
to let you know, Wolfie`/Brenlyn will not be appearing in the inn for
quite some time... Consider him off to renew his ties with Gaia and
search for more garou. Julie, I'm sorry to place our story with Nallie
on hold, but I can't seem to find much joy in being in the inn
recently. Maybe someday I'll be back. Maybe not. If anyone wants to
respond to me personally, I can be reached at any of the three email
addies listed below. I Haven't decided whether or not to unsubscribe to
the list yet, so write me, not the list if you wish to respond. I'll
enjoy getting mail that is directed to me personally for a change, as
well. I get precious little of that these days.

Sincerely,

Chad Hastings, aka Galliard

Shameless Plug: Read my X-men Fan Fiction Story entitled "Bones of
Contention" at

http:/gwis2.circ.gwu.edu/~hawk/fanfic.html

email addies:

gsi00811@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu
gsi05397@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu
Galliard@FreedomNet.com

Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 12:25:23 -0700
From: aliastra@ap.net
Subject: Re:Storylines and Sara ~the Mun/Mom~

>
>
>Sara ~ The Mun/Mom~

::looks around in horror and wonders if Ana's mun is going to send her to
bed early tonight...or worse yet, force her to stay up to watch reruns of
The Three Stooges. Realizing that Sara is not *her* mun, she smirks:: So,
Sara, got any good Stooges videos you want to show to Ana?

Karen

~*~ Life is too short to do everything...and too long to do nothing ~*~

Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 13:21:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: maxx5@cyberg8t.com (Sara)
Subject: Re:Storylines and Sara ~the Mun/Mom~

>>
>>Sara ~ The Mun/Mom~
>
>::looks around in horror and wonders if Ana's mun is going to send her to
>bed early tonight...or worse yet, force her to stay up to watch reruns of
>The Three Stooges. Realizing that Sara is not *her* mun, she smirks:: So,
>Sara, got any good Stooges videos you want to show to Ana?
>
>
>
>
> Karen
>
>
> ~*~ Life is too short to do everything...and too long to do nothing ~*~

Hmmmmmm???? Why did I *know* you would respond to this? ::points down the
hallway:: Go to your room young lady! ::slips her a "Stooges Do Dallas"
video and grins:: I'll bring the popcorn! Oh Lynn? You can come too.
::winks::

Date: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 22:03:39
From: AngelSin@blkdragon.com (Queen of Arangoth)
Subject: The Torture begins...

((Rated R))

::Angel moans as she tries to open her eyes...as she does she tries to focus
through the blur that is before her. Several minutes later she manages to
focus and notices she's no longer in the cell. She tries to lift her hand
to touch the soreness that covers the right side of her face but can't. She
looks down to see she is tied to a wooden pallat, standing straight up.
"What in the nine hells?" she whispers

::He watches her from accross the room. His beady eyes soaking up the
target in front of him. 'Mistress will be please when i am thru' he thinks.
He walks out of the shadowed corner of the room and approaches Angel. She
looks up noticing him and he grins wickedly as her eyes widen. "Now pretty
lady..I wants ya to scream reeeaal loud"

::Angel glares at him trying to wriggle her way free:: "Where is my
sister?!" she demands.

"I havn' gotten ta her yet missy, but don't worry. I'll take Gooood care of
her" he smiles wide revealing his black and yellow teeth.. He holds in his
hand a large black leather whip and snaps it on the wood next to angel's
arm. She jumps slightly but doesn't take her eyes off him. She tilts her
chin up as if daring him to do his task.

::In a quick stroke he lifts the whip above his head and brings it down with
a thundering crack. It lashes accross Angel's chest ripping into her dress
and burning into her skin. The blood trickles down the verticle wound and
she bites her lip.

::He brings his arm up again and repeats the blow. He continues to strike
her over and over, tearing her dress to shreds as the blood runs down her
skin. The entire time she doesn't speak.. She just watches him with tears
rolling down her cheeks, and hatred in her eyes::

****************************************************************************
********************
In another part of the keep:

::Narisa lays weeping in a small room..She had walked around the room
several times trying to find an escape but had failed. No windows, just a
single door which would not open no matter how hard she tried. She drifts
off into a shallow slumber. An hour later she jolts awake by the sound of
the door opening. She jumps up and backs into the wall::

::He grins as he walks in:: "Now now lil' miss..don't make this hard on me"

"Leave me alone!" She cries "Where is Alysia! I want to know what you have
done to my sister!"

"I've taken good care o' yer sis' don't ye worry.. now it's time ta give ye
yer punishment" ::he walks slowly to her unbuckling his buckle and pulling
it from his waist.. he throws it to the side of the room. He then removes
his shirt and throws it aside.

"Wh...at are ye doing?! Stay away!" she tries to back away further.

"Shut up ye little chit..yer gonna be real still or I'll slit yer throat
right now"

::her eyes widen and tears fill her eyes. She pushes herself as far back
into the wall as she can::

::He is almost to her and he reaches out to grab her::

::She closes her eyes real tight::"Our father who art in heaven......"
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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: Wed, 31 Jul 1996 15:44:29 -0700
From: Queen of Arangoth <AngelSin@blkdragon.com>
Subject: Back in the damn desert..

::Angel and Narisa begin to follow the girl around the pyramid when suddenly
the lights in the pyramid flicker and they are suddenly spinning. A few
minutes later they both are standing in the middle of the desert..

"What the...?" Angel looks around seeing they are out in the middle of the
desert again..the sun blazing down on them.

"What happened? Oh godz Alysia! It was a mirage!" Narisa starts to cry

"If that's so Nar, why are we still in these clothes?" Angel points to
Narisa's genie type outfit.

::Narisa stops crying: "oh..now what do we do?!"

"Ye come with me!!" a voice bellows behind them.

::Angel and Narisa spin around to see one very ticked off Dellila sitting on
top of a horse.

::Angel thinks:: Oh thanks pyramid people for dumping us here!

::Dellila waves her hands and Angel and Narisa are encased in a strange
myst. Then suddenly they both are standing in a dark damn dungeon::

::Dellia appears before them. Now dressed in solid black::"You won't escape
me this time little chit's..Ye are in MY keep now and nothing can penetrate
these walls...I have just found out that that idiot Xandur got himself
killed..and the Asry lost the damn war. Ye two will pay for ruining my
plans!!!"

::Inside Angel sighs with relief..and joy:: "What do ye plan on doing with
us Dellila?"

::Dellila walks up closer to Angel and grins:: "Send ye both to hell bitch!"
with that she punches Angel , catching her jaw with her fist and knocking
her to the ground. Narisa screams and Dellila turns, she puts out her arms
and narisa vanishes.

"Narisa!" Angel yells trying to stand back up.

"Silence!!" Dellila punches Angel again knocking her against the wall. Angel
glares and throws a punch of her own connecting with Dellila's mouth and
then drawing blood. They both continue the fight, each getting in punches ,
then Dellila holds up her hands and shoots a blast of energy at Angel. Angel
flies against the wall and is instantly knocked out.

::Dellila seethes as she touches her bloody lip..the blood and wound
vanishing as she does so:: "This will be most pleasurable making ye two suffer"

::With that she vanishes into another part of the keep::
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Her Royal Majesty
AngelSin
Queen of Arangoth
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Suzthulhu:

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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
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>
>This senseless piece of trash has been brought to you by:
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>-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!!!
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--
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
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>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

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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

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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

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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

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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
20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)~~
http://www.bnbcomp.net/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm
Irc Channel #BLKDRAGON*Inn
It's no longer just roleplaying..it's a community with a life of it's own!

Date: 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
20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)~~
http://www.bnbcomp.net/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm
Irc Channel #BLKDRAGON*Inn
It's no longer just roleplaying..it's a community with a life of it's own!

Date: Sat, 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
>20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)~~
>http://www.bnbcomp.net/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm
>Irc Channel #BLKDRAGON*Inn
>It's no longer just roleplaying..it's a community with a life of it's own!
>
>
>
>
>
~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
> 20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)~~
> http://www.bnbcomp.net/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm
> Irc Channel #BLKDRAGON*Inn
> It's no longer just roleplaying..it's a community with a life of it's own!
>
>
>

Date: Sat, 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
20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)[[User:Suzthulhu|Suzthulhu]] ([[User talk:Suzthulhu|talk]]) 20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)
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'
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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.

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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'
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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.

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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!!

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Her Royal Majesty |
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Official Web Site for the #BLKDRAGON*Inn!! |
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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....
>>
>>
>>
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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!! |
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>
>
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
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> Her Royal Majesty |
> AngelSin |
> Queen of Arangoth |
> @---}---}--------- |
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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
>
>
>
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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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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
>
>
>
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AngelSin aka
Alysia Draconoris Muthoris Vostanoth
Queen of Arangoth
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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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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
> >
> >
> >
> ****************************************************************************
> *****************************
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> 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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> 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...

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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 !
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*****************************
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AngelSin aka
Alysia Draconoris Muthoris Vostanoth
Queen of Arangoth
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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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

:)

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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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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.
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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!!
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AngelSin aka
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Queen of Arangoth
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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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AngelSin aka
Alysia Draconoris Muthoris Vostanoth
Queen of Arangoth
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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
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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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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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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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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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>

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.
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>"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.
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>***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."
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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
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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
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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: 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
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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: 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
20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)20:05, 19 July 2013 (EDT)~~
http://www.bnbcomp.net/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm
Irc Channel #BLKDRAGON*Inn
It's no longer just roleplaying..it's a community with a life of it's own!

Date: Fri, 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

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~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
-------------------------------------

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.

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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
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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: 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
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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: 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
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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...

[*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*][*]
"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
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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
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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 :)
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*****************************
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AngelSin aka
Alysia Draconoris Muthoris Vostanoth
Queen of Arangoth
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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.

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AngelSin aka
Alysia Draconoris Muthoris Vostanoth
Queen of Arangoth
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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.

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Comments/questions Welcome at any of my email addies:

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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!!!!!!

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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
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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

I thought this was kinda timely..hehhheheh
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>> Dear
>>>
>>> [ ] sir [ ] clueless one [ ] twit [ ] great man on campus
>>> [ ] madam [ ] dweeb [ ] twerp [ ] comrade
>>> [ ] Elvis [ ] moon beam [ ] boor [ ] Obergruppenfuehrer
>>> [ ] citoyen [ ] Geek [ ] grad student [ ] cur
>>> [ ] Republican [ ] Democrat [ ] Liberal [ ] Conservative
>>> [ ] Communist [ ] Dilbert [ ] Dogbert [ ] Ratbert
>>>
>>> You are being gently flamed because.
>>>
>>> [ ] you continued a boring useless stupid thread
>>> [ ] you repeatedly posted to the same thread that you just posted to
>>> [ ] you repeatedly initiated incoherent, flaky, and mindless threads
>>> [ ] you posted a piece riddled with profanities
>>> [ ] you advocated Net censorship
>>> [ ] you SCREAMED! (used all caps)
>>> [ ] you posted some sort of crap that doesn't belong in this group
>>> [ ] you posted the inanely stupid 'Make Money Fast' article
>>> [ ] you posted the inanely stupid '$250 Cookie Recipe' article
>>> [ ] you posted an inanely stupid magic-weight loss article
>>> [ ] you posted an inanely stupid cheap s**t at high prices article
>>> [ ] you posted an inanely stupid'Fix Your Credit' article
>>> [ ] you posted an inanely stupid "Good Time Virus" warning.
>>> [ ] you threatened others with physical harm
>>> [ ] you made a bigoted statement(s)
>>> [ ] you repeatedly assumed unwarranted moral or intellectual superiority
>>> [ ] you are under the misapprehension that this group is your preserve
>>> [ ] you repeatedly have shown lack of humor
>>> [ ] you are apparently under compulsion to post to every thread
>>> [ ] you are posting an anonymous attack
>>> [ ] you responded to an obvious troll
>>> [ ] you posted an obvious troll
>>> [ ] you have a sig that is more than 5 lines long
>>> [ ] you have a sig with more than 4 lines of ASCII graphics
>>> [ ] you assumed that AOL/CIS/Prodigy founded the Internet
>>> [ ] you neglected to do research on the chosen subject
>>> [ ] you asked a question that was covered in the available FAQ
>>> [ ] you redundantly covered the same point over and over
>>> [ ] you assumed that the Internet is a U.S. only phenomenon
>>> [ ] you crossposted excessively
>>> [ ] you, in any way, make, shape, or form, agreed with Senator Exon
>>> [ ] you posted the Good Times virus spread by e-mail message
>>> [ ] you used long lines, i.e. you didn't break up your lines after
>>> 60-70 characters, thereby making it hard to quote your post.
>>> [ ] You posted a request to send business/get well cards to a little boy
with
>>> cancer who is trying to break the Guiness book record.
>>> [ ] Over 90% of your post was quoted from a previous post.
>>> [ ] Over 90% of your post was quoted from a previous post and your addition
>>> was "I agree" or "Me too."
>>> [ ] Barged into a quiet little news group/IRC channel/MUD/whatever and
>>> started stinking up the place just because you read an article about the
>>> news group/IRC channel/MUD/whatever in some magazine.
>>> [ ] Repeatedly requested info on where to find XXX stuff.
>>> [ ] Repeatedly harassed people with androgynous names like Chris, Jamie, or
>>> Rajhatmalhaban, with "Are you a girl?" or "M/F?" questions.
>>> [ ] you, in any way, make shape, or form, used the term(s)
>>> [ ] "infobahn" [ ] "Neutopia" [ ] "synergy" [ ] "warez"
>>> [ ] "SUX" [ ] "wymyn" [ ] "ROOLZ"
>>> [ ] KEWL/KOOL/K0oL [ ] "information superhighway"
>>> [ ] Other annoying term:
>>>
>>> [ ] you discussed the following in a non-nutcase newsgroup;
>>> [ ] hollow earth theory [ ] alien President theory
>>> [ ] orbital mind control frisbees [ ] faith healing
>>> [ ] government weather control [ ] Russian psychics
>>> [ ] Squeaky Fromme [ ] the nation of France
>>> [ ] robot spy bees [ ] sexually promiscuous space aliens
>>> [ ] "Manos, the Hands of Fate"
>>> [ ] Other:
>>>
>>> [ ] you considered the following to be reliable reference sources;
>>> [ ] Golden Books' "Exploring Science", printed 1955
>>> [ ] Any program covered by Talk Soup [ ] SNL News
>>> [ ] Oliver Stone [ ] Hard Copy [ ] Inside Edition
>>> [ ] The National Enquirer [ ] The Sun [ ] NY Post
>>> [ ] The Union Leader [ ] Pravda [ ] OMNI Magazine
>>> [ ] Company Marketing Hype [ ] Microsoft [ ] The Simpsons
>>> [ ] An unidentified, but obviously stupid, person or publication
>>> [ ] Other:
>>>
>>> In the future, you may wish to;
>>>
>>> [ ] allow boring and useless threads to die
>>> [ ] remember that not all newsreaders are threaded
>>> [ ] recall that there are academic and commercial users on the net
>>> [ ] remember that the Internet is multinational
>>> [ ] consider that others may know more about certain subjects than you
>>> [ ] exercise some humility
>>> [ ] be careful of where you are crossposting to
>>> [ ] 'lurk' without posting for a few days to learn the forum of a group
>>> [ ] take personal discussions or stupid/boring threads to email
>>> [ ] get used to being mocked
>>> [ ] stop volunteering for Armed Forces pharmeceutical experiments
>>> [ ] join your people on your planet of origin
>>> [ ] remove the pipe from your nether regions
>>> [ ] buy a nice firey lakefront plot in the Hell you so
>>> richly deserve
>>>
>>> I would like like to suggest that, for the common good, you;
>>>
>>> [ ] wait at least two hours before responding to another post
>>> [ ] read the FAQ (frequently asked questions) list for the group
>>> [ ] learn to use the 'kill' command to eliminate erroneous posts
>>> [ ] post only to alt.dev.null
>>> [ ] selectively respond to threads after reading all new messages in
>>> that thread
>>> [ ] voluntarily apologize in a brief post
>>> [ ] shop for clues at a better clue shop
>>> [ ] no longer contribute to this newsgroup
>>> [ ] no longer contribute to any newsgroup
>>> [ ] no longer contribute to the gene pool
>>> [ ] look into the possibility of medication for the above problems
>>> [ ] familiarize yourself with the history of the Internet
>>> [ ] familiarize yourself with the concept of:
>>> [ ] patience [ ] tolerance [ ] caution
>>> [ ] common courtesy [ ] succinctness
>>> [ ] vocabulary [ ] higher brain functions
>>> [ ] Other:
>>>
>>> Please save this message and review it occasionally to determine
>>> your progress toward being;
>>>
>>> [ ] a useful member of Internet society
>>> [ ] a less annoying member of Internet society
>>> [ ] a human being
>>> [ ] a fully-functional human being
>>> [ ] a tolerable poster
>>> [ ] integrated into humanity
>>> [ ] re-integrated into the wild
>>> [ ] Other:
>>>
>>> Thank you for taking the time to read this form flame.
>>> >
****************************************************************************
*******
For bnbcomp's home page go to http://www.bnbcomp.net
For the Roleplayers out there..check out
http://www.blkdragon.com/blkdra~1/blkhome.htm
Roleplaying arena!!

Andie Malvino
Title: I do EVERYTHING here!

Date: Wed, 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 :)

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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 :)
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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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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

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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"
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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:
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>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,
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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,
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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
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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

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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!

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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
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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: 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
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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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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 :)
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Alysia Draconoris Muthoris Vostanoth
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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
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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
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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)!!
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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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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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
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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
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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
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end
____________________________________________________________________________
________

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
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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
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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: 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
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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
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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
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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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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.
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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

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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."

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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Forwarded message:
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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