ACTION, ADVENTURE, EXCITEMENT PART I - Ch. 1 From: glo@io.com (Gareth L Owen) Date: 1996/09/02 The Stranger wanders over to the bar. "Hey Mike, a coke if you pleasse." He lays a coin on the table. "I'm bored, and I'm a bit low. I want some excitement and adventure. Anyone feel like joining me?" "I'm thinking of something like the UNCLE threads from way back. Whaddya say folks? I could do with cheering up and I daresay a few others could. Anyone?" The Stranger -- Gareth L Owen |\_/| Roleplayer, karate man, shadowrunner glo@io.com (o o) Itinerant mountaineer and cynical idealist finger for PGP key \_/ http://www.io.com/~glo/ "Think for yourself - that means YOU citizen!" =========================== From: Paul Campbell Date: 1996/09/02 On 2 Sep 1996, Gareth L Owen wrote: >"I'm bored, and I'm a bit low. I want some excitement and adventure. >Anyone feel like joining me?" > >"I'm thinking of something like the UNCLE threads from way back. >Whaddya say folks? I could do with cheering up and I daresay a few >others could. Anyone?" Xzerrion chuckles. 'Oh no, is the purple dinosaur coming back?' He mutters an incantation, then disappears and becomes noncorporeal, looking for the most opportune moment to strike a blow agains mandatory happiness ... Before fading out, an evil laugh echoes through the bar. 'Bring on the UNCLE ... we'll be waiting!' =========================== From: Randy Martens Date: 1996/09/02 >"I'm bored, and I'm a bit low. I want some excitement and adventure. >Anyone feel like joining me?" > >"I'm thinking of something like the UNCLE threads from way back. >Whaddya say folks? I could do with cheering up and I daresay a few >others could. Anyone?" A small voice from the back of the place is heard saying: "Be careful what you ask for, you might get it..." The doors to the place burst open, and in rush a motley, but heavily armed crew of thugs, armed with everything from Phaser Rifles to Chainsaws. One of them, a one-eyed Cardassian C.P.A (Certified Public Assassin) points at The Stranger and shouts "There he is! GET HIM!!!" The Stranger leaps over the bar, to take cover from the volley of beams bullets, bolts, and barbs aimed at him... -- | "Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no | | basis for a system of government" ----------- M. Palin | =========================== From: rolandx@ix.netcom.com (Roland X) Date: 1996/09/02 Gareth L Owen wrote: >"I'm bored, and I'm a bit low. I want some excitement and adventure. >Anyone feel like joining me?" > >"I'm thinking of something like the UNCLE threads from way back. >Whaddya say folks? I could do with cheering up and I daresay a few >others could. Anyone?" Roland's head pops up; a good rip-roaring adventure against the forces of E-vil (or even THRUSH) sounds like just the thing to get back into-ahem-action. "When do we start? I have-" He checks his extradimensional pockets (standard issue for all trenchcoat-wearing immortals) and looks back up. "I have two firearms (a phaser and the infamous P-16 automatic peanut rifle) a sword, a ficton twister, and access to psionic powers in about half the fictons I travel to. Oh, and I'm _really_ hard to kill." Immortality has its advantages... -- Truth beyond Paradox. Roland X, Freelance Immortal "Do not become your enemy to defeat your enemy." -epitaph, Captain Marvel (Mar-Vell) =========================== From: rolandx@ix.netcom.com (Roland X) Date: 1996/09/02 Randy Martens wrote: >A small voice from the back of the place is heard saying: >"Be careful what you ask for, you might get it..." > >The doors to the place burst open, and in rush a motley, but heavily >armed crew of thugs, armed with everything from Phaser Rifles to >Chainsaws. One of them, a one-eyed Cardassian C.P.A (Certified Public >Assassin) points at The Stranger and shouts "There he is! GET HIM!!!" > >The Stranger leaps over the bar, to take cover from the volley of >beams bullets, bolts, and barbs aimed at him... Roland sighs, raises his hand, and the firestorm runs smack into a psyckokinetic forcefield. "Please. Can we take this outside-or at least into the Danger Room?" One of the CPAs sticks a Chainsaw into Roland's stomach in response. "Ouch." The Cardassians who are still conscious stop. "We WILL take this to an X-Window or the Danger Room, WON'T WE?!" The freelance immortal awaits their response... =========================== From: harkerii@ix.netcom.com (John Edwards) Date: 1996/09/03 The Ever-so-wise rolandx@ix.netcom.com (Roland X) once said: > Roland's head pops up; a good rip-roaring adventure against the >forces of E-vil (or even THRUSH) sounds like just the thing to get >back into-ahem-action. "When do we start? I have-" He checks his >extradimensional pockets (standard issue for all trenchcoat-wearing >immortals) and looks back up. "I have two firearms (a phaser and >the infamous P-16 automatic peanut rifle) a sword, a ficton >twister, and access to psionic powers in about half the fictons I >travel to. Oh, and I'm _really_ hard to kill." > Immortality has its advantages... "Hey, maybe this time we should seek out..." Harker, slows down, remembering the last time and mumbles quickly: "OhnevermindjustforgetIsaidanythnig....." John Fritz get up for god's sake. Get up! They've killed Fritz. They've killed Fritz. Those lousy stinking yellow fairies, they've killed Fritz! Those horrible atrocity-filled vermin. Those despicable animal warmongers. They've Killed Fritz Max - Wizards =========================== From: jmpierce@medea.gp.usm.edu (Jim M. Pierce) Date: 1996/09/03 The Stranger: >"I'm thinking of something like the UNCLE threads from way back. >Whaddya say folks? I could do with cheering up and I daresay a few >others could. Anyone?" Well, its a little early, but I was hoping we would do another Halloween story thread again this year... DJ. -- Jim Pierce jmpierce@medea.gp.usm.edu Disclaimer: Standard. Video: Tom Waits 'Downtown train' =========================== From: Bruce E Golightly Date: 1996/09/03 Excerpts from netnews.alt.callahans: 2-Sep-96 Re: Action, Adventure, Exci.. by Randy Martens@lvld.hp.co >The Stranger leaps over the bar, to take cover from the volley of >beams bullets, bolts, and barbs aimed at him... "By the thunderin' Jesus! Now/ you've done it...", shouts Anam, looking mournfully a the remains of a full glass of Black Bush. "Where's my stick? I'll have to teach you some manners." He grabs a stout blackthorn and wades into the crowd, bashing skulls. Anam, a strict observer of Irish neutrality. (For those who are not familiar with this term, an Irish neutral will bash anyone in sight.) =========================== From: jfd@mich.com Date: 1996/09/05 On Tue, 3 Sep 1996 bg0l+ said: >Anam, a strict observer of Irish neutrality. (For those who are not >familiar with this term, an Irish neutral will bash anyone in sight. Dialog: Observer to Irish Neutral: "Which side are you on?" Irish Neutral: "Which side, The INSIDE of course! Till the bartender throws us out then I'll be on the OUTSIDE!" '[1;37;44m John F Davis, WA8YXM, In Delightful Detroit, aa122@detroit.freenet.org '[1;33;44m "Nothing adds excitement like something that is none of your business" If all else fails....Hit it with a Hammer!!! '[1;30;40mNet-Tamer V 1.04 - Registered =========================== From: Rose Platt Date: 1996/09/03 On 2 Sep 1996, Gareth L Owen wrote: >"I'm thinking of something like the UNCLE threads from way back. >Whaddya say folks? I could do with cheering up and I daresay a few >others could. Anyone?" Silence looks up, a sort of dark light shining deep in her darker eyes. "I know nothing about UNCLE," she says very quietly, "but if you need an extra sword--to be precise, one sword, two quick hands, and more daggers than you think--I would be honored to join you. "It's been a very long time. A very, very, very long time. I may be a bit out of practice. What matters, though, is that if I escape into someone else's universe Lucas will _never_ be able to find me." Shadow looks up at her and seems about to say something, finally settling for snuggling up under her ear and gently wrapping his tail around her shoulders. "If anyone else has a quest or a game or a simple longing to be out on the road, let me know; now that the Stranger has started me thinking, it's going to be very hard to stop." --Silence "If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything." --Mark Twain =========================== From: "Joseph H. Greene" Date: 1996/09/03 On 2 Sep 1996, Gareth L Owen wrote: >"I'm thinking of something like the UNCLE threads from way back. >Whaddya say folks? I could do with cheering up and I daresay a few >others could. Anyone?" From the bar, a voice from the Higlands comes... "Whixht, lad, an' ye can guarantee a bit a fightin', a bit a lootin', an' a fine celeidh wi' dancing wi' bonnie lasses i' th' end, then I'm yer man! Faith, and wha'd I be t' back awa' fra sich a braw dust-up as this!" He looks around for a moment, this tall Highlander, and says "Ye will remember to lay in a stock o' ale fer the trip, aye?" Slan, Seosaidh ********************************************************************** * Joseph H. Greene * Tighearn Seosaidh MacFaoilcheire* * Assistive Technology Specialist * Chief to Clan MacFaoilcheire * * CSU, San Bernardino * Knight-Marshal of Drachenfeld * * jgreene@csci.csusb.edu * Society for Creative Anachronism* ********************************************************************** =========================== From: glo@io.com (Gareth L Owen) Date: 1996/09/04 Roland X wrote: >Randy Martens wrote: >>A small voice from the back of the place is heard saying: >>"Be careful what you ask for, you might get it..." "Yeah, that's the..." >>The doors to the place burst open, and in rush a motley, but heavily >>armed crew of thugs, armed with everything from Phaser Rifles to >>Chainsaws. One of them, a one-eyed Cardassian C.P.A (Certified >>Public Assassin) points at The Stranger and shouts "There he is! GET >>HIM!!!" "Ohshit!" >>The Stranger leaps over the bar, to take cover from the volley of >>beams bullets, bolts, and barbs aimed at him... As he hits the floor he reaches into his coat, producing a Lawgiver. His other hand activates 'something' on his belt, surrounding him with a faint glow. "Damn! So soon? I thought it would take him longer to track me down this time." He cocks the pistol with a satisfying and slides the ammo selector to General Purpose. > Roland sighs, raises his hand, and the firestorm runs smack into >a psyckokinetic forcefield. "Please. Can we take this outside-or at >least into the Danger Room?" "Too many innocents here, gotta run, but not too far. I'm going to need to chat to one of these goons." The Stranger, still crouching below the level of the bar scuttles to one end, Lawgiver at the ready. "Psst, Mike, I need you to keep an X-window open after I go through it. I want them to follow." The bartender looks askance at the Stranger, but nods, almost imperceptibly. > One of the CPAs sticks a Chainsaw into Roland's stomach in >response. > "Ouch." > The Cardassians who are still conscious stop. > "We WILL take this to an X-Window or the Danger Room, WON'T WE?!" > The freelance immortal awaits their response... "Well" mutters the Stranger "That's as good a distraction as I'm going to get." He lunges over the bar, rolling to his feet and hurtling for the nearest X-window. As the fastest of the CPA's bring their guns to bear he launches himself into the X-window..... Well, I'll be interested to see where I end up, first interesting email response I get picks my destination. Somewhere cluttered would be nice, as I appear to be outnumbered. Any time/world/fiction, just pick somewhere interesting. TO BE CONTINUED =========================== From: rolandx@ix.netcom.com (Roland X) Date: 1996/09/04 Roland looks around. The Cardassian CPAs seem to have made themselves scarce. "Well. THAT was interesting." He wipes at the bloodstain left from where the chainsaw entered his stomach. "Hey, Mike, you have anything for this?" "Dere's a suit waitin' for ya in the 'Folx' room," Fast Eddie interjects. Roland looks over at him in surprise. "Say, thanks, Eddie." The freelance immortal heads into the 'Folx' room. Several minutes later, he comes out wearing his trench-coat, a scowl, and a blue-and-lavender outfit with four silvery circles laid in along the chest. Legion fans may recognize his new uniform as being very similar to Cosmic Boy's (right down to the 'L' on the beltbuckle...) and a goldish ring is obvious on his left hand, matching the white gold on his right. "Cute, Eddie, real cute." Amidst a few chuckles, Roland is forced to smile at the new look. "I have to admit, though, it feels...right." "So! Anyone for-" The door flies open. "Tsk tsk tsk. Changing the venue so soon?" Roland quietly pulls out his sword. A shadow of something BIG lurks in the doorway. "I'm surprised at you, scion of Phoenix. Changing alleigance so *easily.* As for the one known as Owen, well, neither he nor any of you will elude me, should you attempt further heroics." The shadow fades. Mike puts away the shotgun. "Blowhard." Roland looks pale. "Oh Light. Oh fraggin' Light." John Q. Patron looks at the immortal. "You know what that _was,_ Roland?" "I am from a world where the free immortals battle a creature of immense power and evil. It has many names, but by and large we just call it the Adversary." Roland, finding a drink in his hand, swallows it in one gulp. "*cough* Thanks. If that was who I _think_ it was, we are in *big* trouble. The Adversary twists fictons in its sleep. "Well, if there are any heroes in the Place right now, that's your cue..." =========================== From: harkerii@ix.netcom.com (John Edwards) Date: 1996/09/05 The Ever-so-wise rolandx@ix.netcom.com (Roland X) once said: > Roland looks around. The Cardassian CPAs seem to have made >themselves scarce. > "Well. THAT was interesting." He wipes at the bloodstain left from >where the chainsaw entered his stomach. "Hey, Mike, you have anything >for this?" > "Dere's a suit waitin' for ya in the 'Folx' room," Fast Eddie >interjects. > Roland looks over at him in surprise. "Say, thanks, Eddie." The >freelance immortal heads into the 'Folx' room. "Thanks!" Says Fast Eddie, not missing a beat... =========================== From: harkerii@ix.netcom.com (John Edwards) Date: 1996/09/05 The Ever-so-wise rolandx@ix.netcom.com (Roland X) once said: > "Cute, Eddie, real cute." Amidst a few chuckles, Roland is forced >to smile at the new look. "I have to admit, though, it feels... >right." > "So! Anyone for-" Harker stops in mid-stoop, sword still in hand when... > The door flies open. > "Tsk tsk tsk. Changing the venue so soon?" > Roland quietly pulls out his sword. Harker straightens up, bringing his sword up into a defensive position. He risks a brief glance to see where his shield has gotten to, but sees it just beyond reach. > A shadow of something BIG lurks in the doorway. "I'm surprised at >you, scion of Phoenix. Changing alleigance so *easily.* As for the >one known as Owen, well, neither he nor any of you will elude me, >should you attempt further heroics." > The shadow fades. As Roland explains, Harker looks around, and seeing no immediate danger, completes the job of sheathing his weapon, and retrieves his shield. > "Well, if there are any heroes in the Place right now, that's your >cue..." So it was... John =========================== From: "KnightShift (Michael Knight)" Date: 1996/09/05 Roland X wrote: > "Well, if there are any heroes in the Place right now, that's your >cue..." The KnightShift, still wired from his time in the Danger Room, slips his coat on. Reaching into his pocket, he withdraws a gold pen. He holds the pen out and it promptly expands to a staff as tall as he is. "Actually, Roland, this is my cue." He grabs his backpack (I traded in the santa sack, the pack is less cumbersome.) and slings it over one shoulder. As the KnightShift slips on his sunglasses, he says, "To quote Al Bundy, 'Let's rock.'" The KnightShift (who's been in the mood for some serious role-playing) =========================== From: Rose Platt Date: 1996/09/04 On 4 Sep 1996, Roland X wrote: > The door flies open. > "Tsk tsk tsk. Changing the venue so soon?" > Roland quietly pulls out his sword. Silence fades into one of the few dark corners and draws hers as well; blade, hilt, and grip are all black, not the black of paint but an _inherent_ blackness. Even the razor-sharp edge does not gleam, seeming almost to absorb light, and the shadows gather in around her. She feels Shadow take flight from her shoulder, invisible, and pulls up her hood for the first time in a very, very long while. > "I am from a world where the free immortals battle a creature of >immense power and evil. It has many names, but by and large we just >call it the Adversary." Roland, finding a drink in his hand, swallows >it in one gulp. "*cough* Thanks. If that was who I _think_ it was, we >are in *big* trouble. The Adversary twists fictons in its sleep. > "Well, if there are any heroes in the Place right now, that's your >cue..." "No hero," Silence replies quietly, still masked in darkness. "But to protect this place and its patrons, I'll fight anything that needs fighting." She walks out and settles herself on her accustomed stool, sheathing the sword but retaining all of her battle-alertness, and indicates the place where the... whatever it was... appeared with a jerk of her chin. "I'll even take on that, though I suspect solid weapons won't do much good against it. Perhaps we should take inventory of how many strong arms and minds we have here; you all know my powers, or at least the essence of them, and Shadow...." She looks around. "Shadow?" The cat fails to appear. Silence turns almost as pale as Roland had a moment before, and calms herself with visible effort. "Stupid, stupid cat," she says softly. "I don't quite understand," Roland says, puzzled. "He went scouting for me," Silence explains. "He can do that with any physical manifestation; he latched onto it and when it went back to whatever it was a manifestation of, he went with it." She notices that her hands are shaking and makes them stop. "Roland, that thing had better not live in the heart of a volcano or deep space; when Shadow's invisible, he's still pretty solid." She takes a deep breath. "Why am I so worried? That K'therr has lived twelve times as long as I have. He can take care of himself. Of course he can...." Her voice trails off, and her hand reaches blindly for the drink that Mike poured as soon as he saw her stricken expression. Taking a deep drink, she forces her shoulders to drop, and resolutely turns towards the other adventurers. "Well, if he makes it back--_when_ he gets back, I mean--we'll at least know a little about this Adversary. In the meantime, Roland, can you tell us everything you know about it? This is not a battle we want to go into unprepared." --Silence, still shaking a little "If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything." --Mark Twain =========================== From: Paul Campbell Date: 1996/09/04 On Tue, 3 Sep 1996, Rose Platt wrote: >Silence looks up, a sort of dark light shining deep in her darker >eyes. "I know nothing about UNCLE," she says very quietly, "but if >you need an extra sword--to be precise, one sword, two quick hands, >and more daggers than you think--I would be honored to join you. >"It's been a very long time. A very, very, very long time. I may be a >bit out of practice. What matters, though, is that if I escape into >someone else's universe Lucas will _never_ be able to find me." >Shadow looks up at her and seems about to say something, finally >settling for snuggling up under her ear and gently wrapping his tail >around her shoulders. "If anyone else has a quest or a game or a >simple longing to be out on the road, let me know; now that the >Stranger has started me thinking, it's going to be very hard to >stop." Xzerrion idly toys with his sword and dagger, then on second thought sheaths the dagger and reads a few lines from his spellbook. I'm game, I'll join you in whatever capacity seems most appropriate at the time, bladework, spellwork, or just causing general confusion. So, what's the plan? =========================== From: "Joseph H. Greene" Date: 1996/09/04 On 4 Sep 1996, Gareth L Owen wrote: >>>The doors to the place burst open, and in rush a motley, but >>>heavily armed crew of thugs, armed with everything from Phaser >>>Rifles to Chainsaws. One of them, a one-eyed Cardassian C.P.A >>>(Certified Public Assassin) points at The Stranger and shouts >>>"There he is! GET HIM!!!" > >"Ohshit!" Seosiadh dives over the bar, narrowly missing Mike and landing ingominously on his head. "OUCH! Bloody..." >"Damn! So soon? I thought it would take him longer to track me down >this time." > >He cocks the pistol with a satisfying and slides the ammo >selector to General Purpose. Noting this, Seosiadh will reach over his right shoulder... and draw forth the wicked-looking claymore he carries, purely by concidence, this night of all the nights he has come here. Why did he come armed to the teeth tonight? He couldn't say... but something in the air had alerted him. Then again, maybe that was just his borther's lunch... "Ah... laddie... this is gonna cost a fortune in barstools..." >"Well" mutters the Stranger "That's as good a distraction as I'm >going to get." > >He lunges over the bar, rolling to his feet and hurtling for the >nearest X-window. As the fastest of the CPA's bring their guns to >bear he launches himself into the X-window..... Seosaidh throws a dollar at Mike, sticks his mouth under the Guiness tap, and turns it on for a few seconds. Wiping his mouth and beard, he pops up, and screams in Gaelic, "MACFAOILCHEIRE! CUATHAIN SINN TROID, SINN _BUACHAN_!" This, of course, gets the attention of the CPAs... which Seosiadh realizes is sort of a bad thing. With a muttered curse, he dives for the X-Window... =========================== From: pdeangu@aol.com (Pdeangu) Date: 1996/09/04 Keep an eye out for Ryan. His glass turns into a chainsaw and I know he's up there somewhere... -- Paul de Anguera =========================== From: harkerii@ix.netcom.com (John Edwards) Date: 1996/09/04 The Ever-So-Wise jmpierce@medea.gp.usm.edu (Jim M. Pierce) wrote: > Well, its a little early, but I was hoping we would do another >Halloween story thread again this year... Harker reaches down, and draws out a full-lenght, two handed sword, apparently made of wood. "I'm always ready for a little vampire hunting.. " =========================== From: kittent@staff.uiuc.edu (barbara trumpinski) Date: 1996/09/04 > Harker reaches down, and draws out a full-lenght, two handed >sword, apparently made of wood. > "I'm always ready for a little vampire hunting.. " "HEY!!!" kitten looks indignant. "i am trying to become a trisexual, extremely moral malkavian....this could discourage my efforts. let's cut a little slack here...i don't have time to avoid you guys." -- kittent@ux1.cso.uiuc.edu barbara trumpinski /\ /\ smotu "my life's a soap opera, isn't yours?" {=.=} 'how can you be in two places at once when you're ~ not anywhere at all?' =========================== From: harkerii@ix.netcom.com (John Edwards) Date: 1996/09/05 The Ever-so-wise kittent@staff.uiuc.edu (barbara trumpinski) once said: >> Harker reaches down, and draws out a full-lenght, two handed >>sword, apparently made of wood. >> "I'm always ready for a little vampire hunting.. " > >"HEY!!!" kitten looks indignant. "i am trying to become a trisexual, >extremely moral malkavian....this could discourage my efforts. let's >cut a little slack here...i don't have time to avoid you guys." Er, well.... I only hunt the *Bad* vampires, really..... John [malkavian???] =========================== From: rolandx@ix.netcom.com (Roland X) Date: 1996/09/04 glo@io.com (Gareth L Owen) wrote: >"Well" mutters the Stranger "That's as good a distraction as I'm >going to get." > >He lunges over the bar, rolling to his feet and hurtling for the >nearest X-window. As the fastest of the CPA's bring their guns to >bear he launches himself into the X-window..... "Oh fraggin' hell," Roland says, charging after the attacking CPAs. A few stragglers foolishly try to impede his progress, and learn why the Cosmic Boy outfit was chosen for him. Then he dives into the X-Window after the Stranger. "Welcome to the party, Roland," he mutters darkly... > >Well, I'll be interested to see where I end up, first interesting >email response I get picks my destination. Somewhere cluttered would >be nice, as I appear to be outnumbered. Any time/world/fiction, just >pick somewhere interesting. Heh. Where/whenever we end up, methinks the bad guys are in more trouble than we are. Oh, and might I suggest Patron-only X-Window screening, so that fellow Patrons can join in/watch without more CPA, crawling horrors (no offense, Nyartholep) and/or Orc-style grunt killers invade the Place? > TO BE CONTINUED "Um, Stranger, where the devil are we?" =========================== From: BetNoir Date: 1996/09/05 Organization: BetNoir Pirate Wenching Academy Roland X wrote: > "Oh fraggin' hell," Roland says, charging after the attacking >CPAs. A few stragglers foolishly try to impede his progress, and >learn why the Cosmic Boy outfit was chosen for him. Then he dives >into the X-Window after the Stranger. > "Welcome to the party, Roland," he mutters darkly... The Pirate Queen, who has been holding clinic with one of the CPA's on the subject of low-line parries and attacks, sees the X-Window open out of the corner of her eye. Executing a neat disengage and void that would make Master Giovanni proud, she leaps for the Window...crashing through just before it closes again... =========================== Subject: Re: Action, Adventure, Excitement (thread 1) From: Randy Martens Date: 1996/09/04 <> > "Oh fraggin' hell," Roland says, charging after the attacking >CPAs. A few stragglers foolishly try to impede his progress, and >learn why the Cosmic Boy outfit was chosen for him. Then he dives >into the X-Window after the Stranger. > "Welcome to the party, Roland," he mutters darkly... > "Um, Stranger, where the devil are we?" A bleak, fractured landscape surrounds our two heroes - enivsion the Muroc Desert, only hotter, and weirder. Bizarre crystalline forms rise out of the sands in strange shapes, colored purple, blue, and puce. > Roland looks around. The Cardassian CPAs seem to have made >themselves scarce. > "Well. THAT was interesting." He wipes at the bloodstain left from >where the chainsaw entered his stomach. "Hey, Mike, you have anything >for this?" An X-window back into the place pops open. > "Dere's a suit waitin' for ya in the 'Folx' room," Fast Eddie >interjects. > Roland looks over at him in surprise. "Say, thanks, Eddie." The >freelance immortal heads into the 'Folx' room. > Several minutes later, he comes out wearing his trench-coat, a >scowl, and a blue-and-lavender outfit with four silvery circles laid >in along the chest. Legion fans may recognize his new uniform as >being very similar to Cosmic Boy's (right down to the 'L' on the >beltbuckle...) and a goldish ring is obvious on his left hand, >matching the white gold on his right. > "Cute, Eddie, real cute." Amidst a few chuckles, Roland is forced >to smile at the new look. "I have to admit, though, it feels... >right." Roland pops back through the X-Window to rejoin The Stranger. > "So! Anyone for-" A glowing portal appears .... > Roland looks pale. "Oh Light. Oh fraggin' Light." > John Q. Patron looks at the immortal. "You know what that _was,_ >Roland?" > "I am from a world where the free immortals battle a creature of >immense power and evil. It has many names, but by and large we just >call it the Adversary." Roland, finding a drink in his hand, swallows >it in one gulp. "*cough* Thanks. If that was who I _think_ it was, we >are in *big* trouble. The Adversary twists fictons in its sleep. > "Well, if there are any heroes in the Place right now, that's your >cue..." A coarse grating voice says "Not so fast Huu-mans!" Our two heroes turn around to find them selves confronted by the pack of thugs they through they had lost earlier - humans, klingons, kzinti, cardassians, all cluthcing their weapons and grinning. Standing in front of these bandits, is the ugliest Ferengi anyone has ever seen, dressed in clothes so gaudy as to be, well, stomach turning. "We have Business, huu-mans!" snarls the Ferengi. "Unfinished Business!!" "What sort of business?" asks The Stranger. "There is a little matter of a - collection" chortles the Ferengi. "I, Grand DaiMon Shrdlunk, have been paid to collect something from you, by a certain - being - and well paid at that. And let it never be said that Grand DaiMon Shrdlunk ever failed at a matter of Business." "And just what are you supposed to collect?" asks Cosmic Boy. The Ferengi smiles even more broadly - a truly hideous sight. "Your still beating hearts" he says. "GET THEM!!!" The horde of thugs, let by the Cardassian C.P.A.'s, charge ... Note - anyone else is welcome to start another thread. I have fused elements from a couple threads here, and have tagged it thread 1. Just for conveneience. Have fun folx. =========================== Subject: Re: Action, Adventure, Excitement (thread 1) From: BetNoir Date: 1996/09/05 Randy Martens wrote: >A glowing portal appears .... The Pirate Queen pops through, lands, and does a neat shoulder roll to a standing position. She surveys the desolate landscape. 'Good Gods! This looks like Needles, California with the color scheme off by one standard deviation!' >A coarse grating voice says "Not so fast Huu-mans!" > >Our two heroes turn around to find them selves confronted by the pack >of thugs they through they had lost earlier - humans, klingons, >kzinti, cardassians, all cluthcing their weapons and grinning. >Standing in front of these bandits, is the ugliest Ferengi anyone has >ever seen, dressed in clothes so gaudy as to be, well, stomach >turning. Amazing how well chartruse and lime green DON'T go together! >"We have Business, huu-mans!" snarls the Ferengi. "Unfinished >Business!!" > >"What sort of business?" asks The Stranger. > >"There is a little matter of a - collection" chortles the Ferengi. >"I, Grand DaiMon Shrdlunk Geshunteit! >have been paid to collect something from you, by a certain - being - >and well paid at that. And let it never be said that Grand DaiMon >Shrdlunk ever failed at a matter of Business." Unless it was fashion design.... >"And just what are you supposed to collect?" asks Cosmic Boy. Ummm....Kathy Lee Gifford clothes from K-Mart? The Pirate Queen contemplates the thought of a Ferengi in a lavender sweater set and walking shorts....errrmmm.....maybe not.... >The Ferengi smiles even more broadly - a truly hideous sight. "Your >still beating hearts" he says. "GET THEM!!!" Well, ye can have mine - no use for it anyway. After all, folks do say that we pirates are cruel and heartless! >The horde of thugs, let by the Cardassian C.P.A.'s, charge ... The Pirate Queen pulls out her rapier and main gauche, praying she won't be blinded in the heat of battle by the Ferengi's clothing color scheme... --- 'We close our eyes...and the world has turned around again...' - D. Elfman 'It's just the night in my veins...' - C. Hynde =========================== Subject: [ADMIN] PLEASE READ!!! Re: Action, Adventure, Excitement (thread 1) From: Randy Martens Date: 1996/09/05 THE STORY SO FAR (SYNOPSIS): The Stranger, idly wishing for some adventure, gets his wish when a crowd of bad guys lead by a one eyed Cardassian Assassin (nice alliteration, eh?) bursts into the place. The Stranger, joined by RolandX in his guise as "Cosmic Boy", dive through an X-Window into an alien desert environment, where they are confronted by "the Adversary", a powerful, eveil, demonic being, from Cosmic Boy's home dimension. The Adversary, like most bad guys, prefers to work through intermediaries, and so our two hapless heroes find them selves by the same gang of phaser and chain saw weilding thugs, plus their employer, a scurrilous and greedy (especially so, even for a member of his race) Ferengi, named Grand DaiMon Shrdlunk. As we last left our heroes, Shrdlunk had commanded his minions to retreive our heroes' hearts... =========================== Subject: Re: Action, Adventure, Excitement (thread 1) From: Paul Campbell Date: 1996/09/04 On Wed, 4 Sep 1996, Randy Martens wrote: >"And just what are you supposed to collect?" asks Cosmic Boy. > >The Ferengi smiles even more broadly - a truly hideous sight. "Your >still beating hearts" he says. "GET THEM!!!" > >The horde of thugs, let by the Cardassian C.P.A.'s, charge ... Xzerrion, who has been lurking invisibly near the door, chooses this moment to pop into view. 'For the greater glory of House Ril'lyntar! Onward, in the name of Leira!' Muttering several obscure incantations, he conjures a swirling mass of shimmering colors into the midst of the crowd of foes. He follows this up by diving into the midst of the confusion, deftly binding up several of their hand weapons in his cloak, while slashing madly about with sword and poisoned dagger. He then looks around and realizes ... he's surrounded. 'Um, folks, can we talk about this ... You really don't want to hurt me ... ' With a muttered curse, he takes the only available exit, leaping straight up into the rafters ... =========================== Subject: Re: Action, Adventure, Excitement (thread 1) From: rolandx@ix.netcom.com (Roland X) Date: 1996/09/05 Paul Campbell wrote: >Xzerrion, who has been lurking invisibly near the door, chooses this >moment to pop into view. 'For the greater glory of House Ril'lyntar! >Onward, in the name of Leira!' Muttering several obscure >incantations, he conjures a swirling mass of shimmering colors into >the midst of the crowd of foes. He follows this up by diving into the >midst of the confusion, deftly binding up several of their hand >weapons in his cloak, while slashing madly about with sword and >poisoned dagger. He then looks around and realizes ... he's >surrounded. 'Um, folks, can we talk about this ... You really don't >want to hurt me ... ' With a muttered curse, he takes the only >available exit, leaping straight up into the rafters ... "Typical. Looks like its up to-" Roland gasps and dodges wildly, remembering that immortality provides _no_ immunity to stun attacks. A forcefield wavers around him. "Fraggin' Light! Figures that my powers would choose _now_ to get wonky! Stranger! If we're gonna retreat and regroup, I'd suggest _now_ as the time!" Meanwhile, large numbers of metal weapons begin flying out of enemy hands and into one another. "At least Xzerrion made it to safety..." Roland makes good use of his Flight Ring, taking to the air briefly and slamming down into the thick of the charge. "For Phoenix, Light, and FREEDOM!" =========================== Subject: Re: Action, Adventure, Excitement (thread 1) From: "Joseph H. Greene" Date: 1996/09/05 On 5 Sep 1996, Roland X wrote: > Roland makes good use of his Flight Ring, taking to the air >briefly and slamming down into the thick of the charge. > "For Phoenix, Light, and FREEDOM!" Seosaidh bellows a berserker yell, and wades into the fray... doing a creditabe imitation of a Benihana chef... no immortal is he, no speical or magic powers... all he has is the warrior spirit of the Highlander! Oh, yeah, and a buncha sharp pointy blades... Slan, Seosaidh (cuisinart boy) =========================== Subject: Re: Action, Adventure, Excitement (thread 1) From: glo@io.com (Gareth L Owen) Date: 1996/09/05 Joseph H. Greene wrote: >On 5 Sep 1996, Roland X wrote: >> "Typical. Looks like its up to-" Roland gasps and dodges wildly, >>remembering that immortality provides _no_ immunity to stun attacks. >>A forcefield wavers around him. >> "Fraggin' Light! Figures that my powers would choose _now_ to get >>wonky! Stranger! If we're gonna retreat and regroup, I'd suggest >>_now_ as the time!" "I'm not sure that's an option." The Stranger continues carving through the melee. >Seosaidh bellows a berserker yell, and wades into the fray... doing a >creditabe imitation of a Benihana chef... no immortal is he, no >speical or magic powers... all he has is the warrior spirit of the >Highlander! > >Oh, yeah, and a buncha sharp pointy blades... "Excellent!" With a single whirling cartwheel the Stranger lands at Seosaidh's side. He steps forward, firing a double tap into the nearest Klingon assassin so that they are back to back. "I want their leader, you with me?" =========================== Subject: Re: Action, Adventure, Excitement (thread 1) From: "Joseph H. Greene" Date: 1996/09/05 On 5 Sep 1996, Gareth L Owen wrote: >With a single whirling cartwheel the Stranger lands at Seosaidh's >side. He steps forward, firing a double tap into the nearest Klingon >assassin so that they are back to back. > >"I want their leader, you with me?" "Aye, laddie!" (where the hell'd a Highlander learn _that_, anyway?) "Just ye lead the way-" "-I'm richt behind ye!" The battle-fever is upon the Highlander... his claymore flashes in the light, weaving a deadly arc about him. He dances the dance of death, seeking a new dance-partner as each old one falls... Looking over his shoulder, he shoots the point of the claymore over the Stranger's shoulder into an enemy. "Weel, lad, let's do it!" =========================== Subject: Re: Action, Adventure, Excitement (thread 1) From: Paul Campbell Date: 1996/09/05 On 5 Sep 1996, Roland X wrote: > Meanwhile, large numbers of metal weapons begin flying out of >enemy hands and into one another. > "At least Xzerrion made it to safety..." > Roland makes good use of his Flight Ring, taking to the air >briefly and slamming down into the thick of the charge. > "For Phoenix, Light, and FREEDOM!" Xzerrion looks down from his perch in the rafters and decides Roland needs some backup. Unslinging his bow, he calls out a warning: 'Roland, DUCK!' He then starts firing off arrows into the charge, targeting anything that either notices him or is causing too much trouble for others to handle. Everything is going perfectly until ... a wild disrupter blast breaks the rafter he's sitting on.'Um, help!'He drops his bow and pulls out his hand weapons, looking at the charging Klingons and Cardassians.'Hello, my name is ... oops, wrong movie!'He brandishes his sword, calling out Eomer's famous battle cry: 'Death, death, death take us all!' and really hoping he gets backup before it does. =========================== Subject: Re: Action, Adventure, Excitement (thread 1) From: glo@io.com (Gareth L Owen) Date: 1996/09/05 Randy Martens wrote: >A bleak, fractured landscape surrounds our two heroes - enivsion the >Muroc Desert, only hotter, and weirder. Bizarre crystalline forms >rise out of the sands in strange shapes, colored purple, blue, and >puce. "Gee Roland, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore." >> "I am from a world where the free immortals battle a creature of >>immense power and evil. It has many names, but by and large we just >>call it the Adversary." Roland, finding a drink in his hand, >>swallows it in one gulp. "*cough* Thanks. If that was who I _think_ >>it was, we are in *big* trouble. The Adversary twists fictons in its >>sleep. "Hah! Thinks he's hard does he? We'll see." >Our two heroes turn around to find them selves confronted by the pack >of thugs they through they had lost earlier - humans, klingons, >kzinti, cardassians, all cluthcing their weapons and grinning. >Standing in front of these bandits, is the ugliest Ferengi anyone >has ever seen, dressed in clothes so gaudy as to be, well, stomach >turning. "Well, well, they're persistant, you've gotta give them that." >The Ferengi smiles even more broadly - a truly hideous sight. "Your >still beating hearts" he says. "GET THEM!!!" > >The horde of thugs, let by the Cardassian C.P.A.'s, charge ... The Stranger executes what can only be described as a Scream and Leap. There's suddenly a Ninja-to in one hand that slashes out at any CPA stupid enough to get close while the Lawgier in his other hand dispenses instant karma. He fights with a ferocity and intensity that defies belief. Bullets and beams smack into his forcefield, as the CPA's discovers he brought 'protection'. A chainsaw wielding human lunges for him in desperation, and the forcefield does not stop him, as the Stranger rolls away from the blow it catches him in the arm, ripping cloth and, just barely, flesh. The ninja to lashes out, severing the chain on the saw, which true to its nature, flails wildy around at its owner. One less CPA to worry about. A klingon rushes him, wielding a bizarre alien polearm, The Stranger launches himself into the air, executing a perfect salmon leap, landing behind the klingon. The Strangers blade slices backwards for a second and the klingon falls. "Right, Shrdluk, where are you?" Still fighting, The Staranger starts seeking the leader of the CPA's... =========================== Subject: Re: Action, Adventure, Excitement (thread 1) From: Bruce E Golightly Date: 1996/09/05 Excerpts from netnews.alt.callahans: 5-Sep-96 Re: Action, Adventure, Exci.. by Gareth L Owen@io.com >"Right, Shrdluk, where are you?" > >Still fighting, The Staranger starts seeking the leader of the >CPA's... and falls in a heap, as Anam comes through the XWindow, landing on top of him. "Now, where'd those buggers all run off to...URK!", punctuation being supplied by a CPA throwing an arm around his neck. Anam kicks backwards and stomps down on that nasty's foot, thus distracting him. Turning, he clouts the CPA solidly with his trusty blackthorn. "Oops! Looks like these blokes want to play for real! Anybody got a spare blade? Better still, how about a Thompson Gun? I know a few things about those, and they reach farther than a sword." Anam looks around for an IRA member, who might have such a thing. =========================== Subject: Re: Action, Adventure, Excitement (thread 1) From: Lady Cheron Date: 1996/09/05 Lady Cheron, briefly back in the Place after her own adventures in Business-land, views the death-and-destruction being tossed around. "Looks like they're going to need some help," she mutters.Diving into the Folx room, she re-appears in a heavy denim jeans, leather boots, leather jacket, and motorcycle helmet. (well, the SuperHero garb was all gone.)In one hand is a large red box with white crosses on it.In the other hand is an even larger mop. She dives through the X-window into the melee.Pulling something out of her pocket, she throws it at the mob.There is a large, nearly sonic, boom and everyone staggers.Many of the weaker members of the mob fall unconscious. "What was that," wonders one of the Patron following the action on the X-screen. Another replies knowingly, "An Acme Fight--one size hits all." Setting down the first aid kit, Lady Cheron begins helping with the mopping up operation."I know this is only a first round, and we're liable to run into more of those guys.But for the time being, I think we can take a breather and regroup our forces. Who needs a healer?" -- Lady Cheron ------------------------------------------------------------------- Wargamers Website is up and running! Visit us at http://www.patriot.net/users/wargamer Say "HI" to Cody! -------------------------------------------------------------------- =========================== Subject: Re: Action, Adventure, Excitement From: rolandx@ix.netcom.com (Roland X) Date: 1996/09/05 "Joseph H. Greene" wrote: >Seosaidh throws a dollar at Mike, sticks his mouth under the Guiness >tap, and turns it on for a few seconds. Wiping his mouth and beard, >he pops up, and screams in Gaelic, "MACFAOILCHEIRE! CUATHAIN SINN >TROID, SINN _BUACHAN_!" > >This, of course, gets the attention of the CPAs... which Seosiadh >realizes is sort of a bad thing. With a muttered curse, he dives for >the X-Window... Roland smiles and gasps in relief at the unexpected reinforcements. "All fraggin' RIGHT!" His own katana comes out, a shimmering energy field surrounding it which renders it non-lethal for the moment. "Now if we can just figure out who's invaded the Place and tried to kill Stranger, we'll be...um, well, at least we'll have somewhere to start." >> >>Well, I'll be interested to see where I end up, first interesting >>email response I get picks my destination. Somewhere cluttered would >>be nice, as I appear to be outnumbered. Any time/world/fiction, just >>pick somewhere interesting. >> "Anyone know the way to Legion HQ?" =========================== Subject: Re: Action, Adventure, Excitement (thread 1) From: Sasquatch Date: 1996/09/06 Gareth L Owen wrote: >With a single whirling cartwheel the Stranger lands at Seosaidh's >side. He steps forward, firing a double tap into the nearest Klingon >assassin so that they are back to back. > >"I want their leader, you with me?" A momentary lull in the fighting occurs and the pair witness a strange phenomenon. In a direct line progressing towards them various villains and bad types are choosing this moment to take 30+ meter leaps to either side of a rapidly appearing path. The reason for this soon becomes apparent. The Sasquatch is striding towards the pair making a clear aisle as he comes. When he gets close he shouts," Did you know that they designed the Wookie(tm) after me? I don't limit myself to ripping arms off when I'm angry, however I do love the new Klingons with the handy screw-top lid. They are supposed to open that way, right? Oh well, either way I thought that maybe you could use another hand." He turns toward where he last saw the eye-searing gaudiness that is the Daimon and yells, "Make way large, hairy, ugly, violent type coming through!" and begins to clear another path... =========================== Subject: Re: Action, Adventure, Excitement (thread 1) From: Linda or Robert Wilkinson Date: 1996/09/06 Lady Cheron wrote: >Setting down the first aid kit, Lady Cheron begins helping with the >mopping up operation. "I know this is only a first round, and we're >liable to run into more of those guys. But for the time being, I >think we can take a breather and regroup our forces. Who needs a >healer?" In a split second, all sound stops. Light seems to reverse.The air pressure grows intense. When most of the assembled's eardrums seem ready to burst, a voice like the Voice of Doom(tm) asks "Did someone call for a TIME BEING?" -- L. Wilkinson lwilk@sympatico.ca "The stars come down," she thought, "down to the hills and the darkness. The darkness lifts up to the hills and the stars. And here on the porch is a me-sized empty place trying to Become. It's so hard to reconcile darkness and the stars - but what else are we but an attempt at reconcilliation?" Zenna Henderson 'The Ingathering' =========================== Subject: Re: Action, Adventure, Excitement (thread 1) From: glo@io.com (Gareth L Owen) Date: 1996/09/06 Seosaidh wrote: > "Aye, laddie!" the head> (where the hell'd a Highlander learn _that_, anyway?) > "Just ye lead the way-" _gotta_ hurt> "-I'm richt behind ye!" "Nice kick." >Looking over his shoulder, he shoots the point of the claymore over >the Stranger's shoulder into an enemy. > >"Weel, lad, let's do it!" The Stranger holstered his now empty Lawgiver and drew his other sword, a shiny, straight bladed longsword. Glittering death in either hand, he charges, whirling a crimson path through the foe. Around them the battle is going hard on the enemy, between Cosmic Boys magnetic powers, Xzerrions arrows, Anams blunt instrument, Sasquatch's feral brutality and Bette Noir's singing blade the Bad Guys(TM) are getting roundly trounced. The Stranger and the Clansman drive on for Shrdlunk Lady Cheron then intervened: >She dives through the X-window into the melee. Pulling something out >of her pocket, she throws it at the mob. There is a large, nearly >sonic, boom and everyone staggers. Many of the weaker members of the >mob fall unconscious. Suddenly Grand Daimon Shrdlunk finds himself face to face with The Stranger, around him his forces have collapsed, the Patrons are down to 'Mopping up of the Stragglers'. The Stranger looks across at the scotsman, who even now is preparing to introduce the Ferengi to his claymore. "This one's mine!" Shrdlunk raises his gun and discharges a starkly incomprehensible blast of seering, coruscating force at The Stranger. The Strangers force field glows white hot for a second, squeeling painfully as the blast dissipates. "Nice try, but no cigar. My turn!" The Stranger drops his blades and leaps. His first blow lands heavily on the Ferengis chest. Shrdlunk stumbles back, retaliating with a series of jabs to the head followed by a lightning fast kick to the Strangers knee. The Stranger collapses to one knee, gasping slightly, Shrdlunk, moves forward raising both fists for a double handed haymaker to the Strangers spine. "Kiaiii!!!" The Strangers elbow lashes out catching the Ferengi in the stomach. He goes down like a sack of something heavy. The Stranger swarms over him, landing a single heavy blow on his face. It's a good punch, plenty of power and commitment. The Ferengis nose is reduced to a bag of soft squishy matter and he passes out. The Stranger rolls heavily off him. "Son of a bitch!" =========================== Subject: Re: Action, Adventure, Excitement (thread 1) From: "Joseph H. Greene" Date: 1996/09/06 On 6 Sep 1996, Gareth L Owen wrote: >> "Aye, laddie!" >to the head> (where the hell'd a Highlander learn _that_, anyway?) >> "Just ye lead the way-" >_gotta_ hurt> "-I'm richt behind ye!" > >"Nice kick." "Thanks..." >The Stranger looks across at the scotsman, who even now is preparing >to introduce the Ferengi to his claymore. > >"This one's mine!" Seosaidh tries to divert the blow, and manages to only got a swath from the Ferengi's awful clothes. The claymore bites into a rock with a shower of sparks... Seosaidh wrenches it free and turns to face the enemy. Any friends who approach will be gently stopped, so the Stranger's Honorable Combat may continue unimpeded. Any enemy who approach will be stopped with somewhat less gentleness. >The Strangers elbow lashes out catching the Ferengi in the stomach. >He goes down like a sack of something heavy. The Stranger swarms over >him, landing a single heavy blow on his face. It's a good punch, >plenty of power and commitment. The Ferengis nose is reduced to a bag >of soft squishy matter and he passes out. > >The Stranger rolls heavily off him. > >"Son of a bitch!" "Weel, noo, that was some entertainment, was it no'? Stranger... be ye alricht? D'ye need a healer?" =========================== Subject: Re: Action, Adventure, Excitement (thread 1) From: Paul Campbell Date: 1996/09/06 On Fri, 6 Sep 1996, Joseph H. Greene wrote: >"Weel, noo, that was some entertainment, was it no'? Stranger... be >ye alricht? D'ye need a healer?" Seeing the fight apparently under control, Xzerrion checks behind him, an old habit from his days in drow interhouse warfare. Good thing, because ... 'Holy $#!+, what is that doing there? Didn't know they caught up with me!' A large number of giant spiders seems to have outflanked our heroes, and beyond them are quite a few dark elven priestesses, mages, and warriors from a rival house. 'Um, Stranger, I think our enemies were teaming up. We're in deep. These are the warriors of House Dinervel. I thought I had taken care of those ...' Xzerrion spins, picks up his bow, and starts unloading a few score of arrows into the group, this time remembering to poison them first. 'Anybody got some extra ammo? I'm running low?' As he fires his last arrow, Xzerrion notes a disrupter lying at his feet from a rather hacked up Klingon (nice one, Seosaidh). He points it at the spider in front. 'How's this blasted thing work?' Accidently pulling the trigger, he sees one big explosion. 'Oh, that's how it works.' And the fight continues ... [hmm, does this now become thread 2?] =========================== Subject: Re: Action, Adventure, Excitement (thread 1) From: Rose Platt Date: 1996/09/06 On Thu, 5 Sep 1996, Lady Cheron wrote: >Setting down the first aid kit, Lady Cheron begins helping with the >mopping up operation. "I know this is only a first round, and we're >liable to run into more of those guys. But for the time being, I >think we can take a breather and regroup our forces. Who needs a >healer?" Silence, who has been quietly (of course) dealing with various singletons on the outskirts of the melee, content to let others dash into the middle of it, hurriedly wipes and sheaths her sword and runs over to greet Lady Cheron. "I don't need one, but I _am_ one," she says. "Work will go much faster with two pairs of hands, don't you think? My skill is most likely... different from yours, and probably lesser as well (I'm rather out of practice), but I'll happily be your anesthesiologist." She reaches into a lead-lined pocket at her side and pulls out a fair-sized chunk of jagged rose quartz; the best word that can be used to describe it is 'hungry', with 'thirsty' coming a close second. She looks around. "Where shall we start?" she asks. "Xzerrion, did you come through that fall out of the rafters all right? Anyone else need a bit of fixing up? Don't be shy." =========================== From: seanr@fs-gate.uchicago.edu (Starknight) Date: 1996/09/06 (John Edwards) writes: >The Ever-so-wise kittent@staff.uiuc.edu (barbara trumpinski) once >said: >>"HEY!!!" kitten looks indignant. "i am trying to become a trisexual, >>extremely moral malkavian....this could discourage my efforts. let's >>cut a little slack here...i don't have time to avoid you guys." > Er, well.... > I only hunt the *Bad* vampires, really..... >John > [malkavian???] Starknight once again manages a trick only possible in VR, as he is appearing simultaneously as himself (here) and as Accuser-of-Monkeys in another thread. "White Wolf Game Studios produces a line called Storyteller games; the premier title of the series was Vampire: the Masquerade, for which I am currently planning a chronicle (actually, I'm writing the first story). The vampires in that game are divided into clans, and Malkavian is one of them... they're the crazy vampires." Starknight In madness there is power =========================== From: kittent@staff.uiuc.edu (barbara trumpinski) Date: 1996/09/06 >Starknight once again manages a trick only possible in VR, as he is >appearing simultaneously as himself (here) and as Accuser-of-Monkeys >in another thread. "White Wolf Game Studios produces a line called >Storyteller games; the premier title of the series was Vampire: the >Masquerade, for which I am currently planning a chronicle (actually, >I'm writing the first story). The vampires in that game are divided >into clans, and Malkavian is one of them... they're the crazy >vampires." kitten giggles...."well, i'm not much of a gamer, so the crazy part isn't THAT much of a stretch....come to think of it, neither is the vampire part (although i rarely break the skin)" =========================== From: Sasquatch Date: 1996/09/06 barbara trumpinski wrote: >kitten giggles...."well, i'm not much of a gamer, so the crazy part >isn't THAT much of a stretch....come to think of it, neither is the >vampire part (although i rarely break the skin)" Good lady, as a member in good standing of Clan Gangrel myself, I can assure you that it is quite alright to nibble before you bite. Then again, who ever comes to Gangrel for advice on etiquette? =========================== From: Rose Platt Date: 1996/09/06 On Thu, 5 Sep 1996, BetNoir wrote: >Executing a neat disengage and void that would make Master Giovanni >proud, she leaps for the Window...crashing through just before it >closes again... Sparing a split second of her attention to admire the Pirate Queen's dexterity, Silence dives... and just manages to catch the edge of the closing X-Window and propel herself through. At the last second, she snaps a green-highlighted hair from the wealth in her hood and tosses it over the edge of the Window, not quite allowing it to close. In the darkness, the hair is hidden from sight; she slaps a quick silencing on top of it so that anyone who touches it will be unable to say anything about it. Then she projects her voice along it into the shambles of Callahan's, aiming for the amazingly calm mind of the bartender. There's a cautious tug on the other end. Mike's disembodied voice says in her mind. Silence takes a deep breath and throws nearly all of her strength into projecting her voice on the familiar wavelength of Shadow's mind. There are no words to the call; it's intended not to communicate but to shock him into visibility. No response. He's not on that world at all, possibly not even in that ficton. Silence can project a _long_ way when she needs to. She blinks. Silence looks startled and then thoughtful. she says, And she feels the connection drop from the other end. Silence turns around and surveys her surroundings and the people she has followed here. All the non-Callahanians seem to have been run through or run off. "Now that we're here--and where are we, anyway?--what's on the agenda?" she asks, and waits patiently for a response, taking a few minutes to gauge her strength. Not bad, she decides. Whatever happens, she can probably at least _help_ people handle it.... =========================== Subject: Re: Action, Adventure, Excitement (thread 1) From: jdd6823@vaxb.isc.rit.edu Date: 1996/09/06 Bruce E Golightly writes: >Turning, he clouts the CPA solidly with his trusty blackthorn. > >"Oops! Looks like these blokes want to play for real! Anybody got a >spare blade? Better still, how about a Thompson Gun? I know a few >things about those, and they reach farther than a sword." > >Anam looks around for an IRA member, who might have such a thing. SirFox whips out a nice, straight bladed sword of oriental origin, and claims to be the direct male decendant of an IRA rifleman. "sorry, no tommyguns, ask the mafia-types!" =========================== Subject: Re: Action, Adventure, Excitement (thread 1) From: andral1@ro.com (AJ) Date: 1996/09/06 bg0l+@andrew.cmu.edu says... >"Oops! Looks like these blokes want to play for real! Anybody got a >spare blade? Better still, how about a Thompson Gun? I know a few >things about those, and they reach farther than a sword." > >Anam looks around for an IRA member, who might have such a thing. AJ dives through the x-window and tosses a Thompson to Anam. "In my case it's NRA. Is that close enough? BTW, there's one up the spout of that thing and I've plenty of spare magazines." -- AJ (I am definitely getting too old for this!) ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ There's only one thing that I know to do well and I've often been told that you only can do what you know how to do well and that's be you, be what you're like, be like yourself, and so I'm having a wonderful time but I'd rather be whistling in the dark. - They Might Be Giants ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ =========================== Subject: Re: Action, Adventure, Excitement (thread 1) From: Bruce E Golightly Date: 1996/09/06 Excerpts from netnews.alt.callahans: 6-Sep-96 Re: Action, Adventure, Exci.. by AJ@ro.com >AJ dives through the x-window and tosses a Thompson to Anam. "In my >case it's NRA. Is that close enough? BTW, there's one up the spout of >that thing and I've plenty of spare magazines." "Better still!", sticking his recently obtained blade point first into the ground beside him, Anam checks that the magazine is setted properly, inspects the chamber and action (NEVER take anyone's word for whether a firearm is loaded!) and cuts loose a burst into the baddies. >AJ (I am definitely getting too old for this!) "Me too! I can't let them get away with wasting whiskey, though!" =========================== Subject: Re: Action, Adventure, Excitement (thread 1) From: Bruce E Golightly Date: 1996/09/06 Excerpts from netnews.alt.callahans: 6-Sep-96 Re: Action, Adventure, Exci.. by jdd6823@vaxb.isc.rit.edu >SirFox whips out a nice, straight bladed sword of oriental origin, >and claims to be the direct male decendant of an IRA rifleman. >"sorry, no tommyguns, ask the mafia-types!" "Thank you, sir." Whirling, Anam shouts "Up a long ladder and down a short rope..." "Oops, wrong war!" "Take THAT!", and lays about him with the recently obtained blade. =========================== Subject: Re: Action, Adventure, Excitement From: rolandx@ix.netcom.com (Roland X) Date: 1996/09/07 Rose Platt wrote: >Silence turns around and surveys her surroundings and the people she >has followed here. All the non-Callahanians seem to have been run >through or run off. "Now that we're here--and where are we, >anyway?--what's on the agenda?" she asks, and waits patiently for a >response, taking a few minutes to gauge her strength. Not bad, she >decides. Whatever happens, she can probably at least _help_ people >handle it.... Roland is not there when the others arrive. A few moments afterward, however, one of the shadows... screams. Loudly. In very foul language. Several of them. "AARGH!" Roland roars, falling out of a pool of darkness. "Fraggin' Droves messin' with my ficton twisting abilities-" Roland looks at the assembled Callahanians. "Bloody Nass. Stranger, you in there?" Roland sighs; colocation was never his strong suit. "Looks like I'm in charge of this little expedition, or at least the guide. Okay, I'm sorry I'm late, but my link to this ficton got fragged for a day. It was...unpleasant getting back. "Anyway. The Adversary-also known as 'Dust,' the embodiment of disease, and the 'Silhouette,' lord of 'natural' disaster at different times in its existence, is _the_ ruler of the corrupt Immortals on my home ficton. I doubt it'll show up again-it can only manifest in dreams as yet, thank the Light-but if it could literally darken our doorstep then it has an avatar through which it can act." "Is that bad?" he hears. "Oh yea. Even with a small fraction of the Adversary's might, well, let me put it this way...I am at my most powerful in super-heroic fictons. I can toss around battleships with my PK abilities in such worlds. "A full avatar of the Adversary could drop move continents, given the same resonances." Roland pauses for a moment to let this sink in. "Fortunately, _our_ 'adversary' cannot have absorbed a full measure of the Adversary's might, or we wouldn't be here talking about it. I imagine that someone at the Place found out about the Adversary's attempt, and the chosen avatar is throwing grunt soldiers at us in an attempt to buy time." Roland draws his sword. "I suggest we deny this 'avatar' the chance." =========================== Subject: Re: Action, Adventure, Excitement (thread 1) From: andral1@ro.com (AJ) Date: 1996/09/07 bg0l+@andrew.cmu.edu says... >"Better still!", sticking his recently obtained blade point first >into the ground beside him, Anam checks that the magazine is setted >properly, inspects the chamber and action (NEVER take anyone's word >for whether a firearm is loaded!) and cuts loose a burst into the >baddies. AJ grins as Anam checks the Thompson; knowing that he'd do the same thing in Anam's place. The tall southern boy then begins firing short bursts into the opposition. -- AJ "A Thompson has the range of a pitched baseball and is just about as accurate but if you shoot a man with it he goes down and stays down." - Approximate quote from RAH in "Glory Road" =========================== Subject: Re: Action, Adventure, Excitement (thread 1) From: rolandx@ix.netcom.com (Roland X) Date: 1996/09/07 Rose Platt wrote: >Silence, who has been quietly (of course) dealing with various >singletons on the outskirts of the melee, content to let others dash >into the middle of it, hurriedly wipes and sheaths her sword and >runs over to greet Lady Cheron. "I don't need one, but I _am_ one," >she says. "Work will go much faster with two pairs of hands, don't >you think? My skill is most likely... different from yours, and >probably lesser as well (I'm rather out of practice), but I'll >happily be your anesthesiologist." She reaches into a lead-lined >pocket at her side and pulls out a fair-sized chunk of jagged rose >quartz; the best word that can be used to describe it is 'hungry', >with 'thirsty' coming a close second. She looks around. "Where shall >we start?" she asks. "Xzerrion, did you come through that fall out >of the rafters all right? Anyone else need a bit of fixing up? Don't >be shy." Roland blasts his way out of a pile of...something. "Ugh. Silence, over here...I may be immortal, but I'm one bloody frag of a mess. Damn Adversary messed with my ficton twister, but he's a problem for another ficton thread, thank the Light. Sorry I'm late, Xzerrion." Then Roland gets an evil idea...and smiles. "Say, Stranger, you think ol' radar ears there might know what the devil's going on around here?" Roland looks over to Silence, the wide grin still on his face. "Say Silence, you think you can wake up short, greedy and ugly?" =========================== From: kittent@staff.uiuc.edu (barbara trumpinski) Date: 1996/09/07 >>kitten giggles...."well, i'm not much of a gamer, so the crazy part >>isn't THAT much of a stretch....come to think of it, neither is the >>vampire part (although i rarely break the skin)" the sasquatch: >Good lady, as a member in good standing of Clan Gangrel myself, I can >assure you that it is quite alright to nibble before you bite. Then >again, who ever comes to Gangrel for advice on etiquette? kitten giggles, chokes on her breakfast pepsi, and rolls a 6sider to decide just who she is going to be this turn. =========================== Subject: Re: Action, Adventure, Excitement (thread 1) From: Rose Platt Date: 1996/09/07 On 7 Sep 1996, Roland X wrote: > "Say, Stranger, you think ol' radar ears there might know what the >devil's going on around here?" Roland looks over to Silence, the wide >grin still on his face. "Say Silence, you think you can wake up >short, greedy and ugly?" "Wake him up?" Silence permits herself a slow, wicked grin. "Certainly. But I'll take care of you first. You'll need enough strength for both threads, for one thing--and for another, there are few enough of us that it's better to make sure that everyone gets fixed up." Gently, Silence touches her painstone to various cuts and scrapes to anesthetise them and then applies generous amounts of Lady Cheron's salves and bandages. "I would use my own healing abilities," she explains, "but I need to save my strength too. I can help them heal faster, though." She whispers a few untranslatable words across the worst of the wounds, taking the time to completely heal a sprained wrist. "There we go. All better." She then turns to the unconscious Ferengi and looks him up and down, her hands on her hips. "How awake would you like him?" she asks. Her tone is brisk and professional, one that no one has ever quite heard her use before. "I can get him extremely awake, if you like. Or would you rather he were just awake-enough-to-talk?" As she speaks, she is tying the Ferengi's hands and feet with strands of her hair; when she finishes, she takes hold of the ends of the strands and commands "Hold!" "What was that?" one person asks, wandering over to the little group. "They don't look any stronger to me." "They are, but only a little. They don't need to be stronger, though--as soon as any sort of impulse to break them enters his mind, they'll block the impulse from reaching his muscles. Very efficient." Silence dusts her hands together and then draws another loose hair from her hood and delicately lays it across the Ferengi's forehead so that it touches both of his enormous ears. Holding one end in her hand, she looks up at the would-be interrogators. "Say when and how much," she says. =========================== From: Rose Platt Date: 1996/09/07 On 7 Sep 1996, Roland X wrote: > Roland pauses for a moment to let this sink in. "Fortunately, >_our_ 'adversary' cannot have absorbed a full measure of the >Adversary's might, or we wouldn't be here talking about it. I imagine >that someone at the Place found out about the Adversary's attempt, >and the chosen avatar is throwing grunt soldiers at us in an attempt >to buy time." > Roland draws his sword. "I suggest we deny this 'avatar' the >chance." Silence absently caresses the hilt of her sword. "We seem to have dealt with the grunts fairly well," she points out, "but we haven't a clue where--" As if on cue, a soft cough and snort of disgust is heard from the outskirts of the group. Silence whirls around. A very, very bedraggled palm-sized cat strolls into the midst of the adventurers. Various patches of missing fur and feathers belie his nonchalant expression; one of his wings is dragging slightly, but he ignores it. "You human types can't do _anything_ without me, can you," he grumbles while climbing--slightly less agilely than usual--to his usual perch on Silence's shoulder. Silence keeps amazingly under control; she neither berates nor fusses over her returned companion. Instead, she cups her hands, concentrates, and whispers something soothing and gentle. Shadow regards the thimbleful of milk which appears with approval and drinks it quickly, before it can slip through Silence's fingers. It seems to rejuvenate him, and he gives his tattered fur a few quick licks before regarding each member of the group in turn. Finally, in a bored voice, he says "The Adversary caught me and tossed me out on my wing before I could learn very much, but I do know that his avatar is somewhere on this world--in this ficton, no less--and rather shaken by the way everyone dispatched his soldiers." He yawns. "'Scuse me... it's been a long couple of days. If you start walking that way--" he points with a paw "--you'll find some sort of castle which is his usual stronghold; I can't guarantee that he'll be there himself, but if you can capture and hold it, you'll have a foot in the door." He looks around again. "What are you all waiting for?" he asks. "Let's get going." --Silence and Shadow (at last!) =========================== Subject: Re: Action, Adventure, Excitement (thread 1) From: Nyarlathotep@mail.utexas.edu (Nyarlathotep) Date: 1996/09/08 Rose Platt wrote: >On 7 Sep 1996, Roland X wrote: >> "Say, Stranger, you think ol' radar ears there might know what >>the devil's going on around here?" Roland looks over to Silence, >>the wide grin still on his face. "Say Silence, you think you can >>wake up short, greedy and ugly?" After watching the carnage that occured in the Bar with piqued interest (the Crawling Chaos always loves to have a front row seat at any disaster, major land war or other form mayhem. Immortality breeds boredom, you have to get your entertainment somewhere...), he watches the melee/firefight tranfers through the X window into a random Fictal. Taking his bottle of Courvossier VSOP and his glass he head to the bar for a better veiw of the carnage. By the time he gets to the bar, it is surrounded and practically covered by patrons who watch the battle like it was Monday Night Football. "It seems a better seat is out of the question." murmurs the CC, "The only way I am going to get a better view is to actually join them..." He stands there weighing his options. Stay here and enjoy some fine cognac, or enter into a nasty desert environment (one he has visited before on an errand for one or another nameless elder god, he is sure.) and risk physical injury. Giving his bottle to first Patron he sees, he quickly moves to the X-window and leaps through, shapechanging and summoning equipment as he goes... -- Machine shared by Anne Gwin (agwin@mail.utexas.edu) and Nyarlathotep (nyarlathotep@mail.utexas.edu). Sometimes we forget to change the name on the post. "Oooooh...._Never_ use this!" -- Zathras "Who knew they were French?" -- Marcus =========================== Subject: Re: Action, Adventure, Excitement (thread 1) From: Paul Campbell Date: 1996/09/08 On Fri, 6 Sep 1996, Rose Platt wrote: >Silence, who has been quietly (of course) dealing with various >singletons on the outskirts of the melee, content to let others dash >into the middle of it, hurriedly wipes and sheaths her sword and runs >over to greet Lady Cheron. "I don't need one, but I _am_ one," she >says. "Work will go much faster with two pairs of hands, don't you >think? My skill is most likely... different from yours, and probably >lesser as well (I'm rather out of practice), but I'll happily be your >anesthesiologist." She reaches into a lead-lined pocket at her side >and pulls out a fair-sized chunk of jagged rose quartz; the best word >that can be used to describe it is 'hungry', with 'thirsty' coming a >close second. She looks around. "Where shall we start?" she asks. >"Xzerrion, did you come through that fall out of the rafters all >right? Anyone else need a bit of fixing up? Don't be shy." Xzerrion snaps off a final quick shot, seeing that his enemies have retreated for the moment. He takes a look over himself. 'I'm all right, just a few bumps and bruises. Took worse than this dealing with one nasty affair in the great desert.' He hangs the disruptor on his belt and starts retrieving spent arrows. 'I'd prefer a ranged weapon I can use, if I have a choice.' =========================== From: Paul Campbell Date: 1996/09/08 On Sat, 7 Sep 1996, Rose Platt wrote: >Finally, in a bored voice, he says "The Adversary caught me and >tossed me out on my wing before I could learn very much, but I do >know that his avatar is somewhere on this world--in this ficton, no >less--and rather shaken by the way everyone dispatched his soldiers." >He yawns. "'Scuse me... it's been a long couple of days. If you start >walking that way--" he points with a paw "--you'll find some sort of >castle which is his usual stronghold; I can't guarantee that he'll be >there himself, but if you can capture and hold it, you'll have a foot >in the door." He looks around again. "What are you all waiting for?" >he asks. "Let's get going." Xzerrion unsheaths his sword and dagger, and takes a quick look around. 'All right, let's do it. I have some skills at stealth and in illusion. Might I suggest that we try to not make this a frontal assault? I suspect we'll be seriously outnumbered. I can probly make the whole lot of us invisible for a few minutes.' =========================== Subject: Re: Action, Adventure, Excitement (thread 1) From: jvinson@rmci.net (John W. Vinson) Date: 1996/09/08 Linda or Robert Wilkinson wrote: >In a split second, all sound stops. Light seems to reverse. The air >pressure grows intense. When most of the assembled's eardrums seem >ready to burst, a voice like the Voice of Doom(tm) asks "Did someone >call for a TIME BEING?" "Just in time!" exclaims John the Wysard with relief. "Well.. of course... when else!?" "Oh great Being, can you time-out some of the mayhem around here? Take it easy on the Callahanian regulars... if you can tell the difference!" There is an eerie and increasingly loud sound... tick tock tick tock Tick Tock Tick TOCK TICK TOCK... =========================== From: grammarfascist Date: 1996/09/09 On Sun, 8 Sep 1996, Paul Campbell wrote: >Xzerrion unsheaths his sword and dagger, and takes a quick look >around. 'All right, let's do it. I have some skills at stealth and in >illusion. Might I suggest that we try to not make this a frontal >assault? I suspect we'll be seriously outnumbered. I can probably >make the whole lot of us invisible for a few minutes.' "I can help you with that, Xzerrion," Shadow says, "but it's much harder for me to do with beings beside myself. If all else fails, I can make myself and Silence invisible--I'm used to working with her--and take that part of the load off of your shoulders... but how do you work yours, exactly? Or can't you describe it? If I knew the mechanics behind your magic, I could probably help you with some of it." "And at the very least I can make us all noiseless," Silence adds. "There won't be any problems with squeaky hinges, either. Shadow, did you see any people-sized back doors in that citadel?" --Silence and Shadow [Shadow to Xzerrion: Email me and we'll see if we can combine illusory forces here. This should be interesting....] =========================== From: Pixel@sprynet.com(TCWWTW) Date: 1996/09/09 >Paul Campbell writes: >Xzerrion unsheaths his sword and dagger, and takes a quick look >around. 'All right, let's do it. I have some skills at stealth and in >illusion. Might I suggest that we try to not make this a frontal >assault? I suspect we'll be seriously outnumbered. I can probably >make the whole lot of us invisible for a few minutes.' Pixel starts awake, gets a quick rundown on what has been happening and decides it's time he joined the fight. In a great flash of light He then splits into two forms, one looks as Pixel usually does while the other loks like a slightly evolved panther (walks on 2 legs, opposable thumbs). This new form than speaks. "I have split in two as my other half is engaged in defending the human race. This form is a physical manifestation of my strengh, honesty, and will (yea I though it would be smaller too) I am using these virtues because they are the most useful for this fight and they would hider my abilities as a lawyer. I'm ready as soon as we have a plan of attack." The Pixelnator (couldn't resist) than straps a S&W matte finish 12 guage pump shotgun to his back and a spetsdods onto the back of each hand. He than sits down and takes out a thin piece of whetstone, wets it and begins touching up the razor edge on his claws. Pixel (debates and fighting, this is going to be great!) Finally a new sig. "I say what it occurs to me to say, more than that I cannot say." --The man in the shack-- HHGTTG Don't spend all your time worrying what other people think of you, there too busy worrying what you think of them." --Origin unknown-- =========================== From: andral1@ro.com (AJ) Date: 1996/09/09 xzerrion@u.washington.edu says... >Xzerrion unsheaths his sword and dagger, and takes a quick look >around. 'All right, let's do it. I have some skills at stealth and in >illusion. Might I suggest that we try to not make this a frontal >assault? I suspect we'll be seriously outnumbered. I can probly make >the whole lot of us invisible for a few minutes.' AJ looks up from replacing the drum on his Thompson gun. "I've got some extra cammies made from this cloth that Galadriel gave me. It's not invisibility but maybe it'll get us closer before Xzerrion takes over." =========================== From: rolandx@ix.netcom.com (Roland X) Date: 1996/09/10 andral1@ro.com (AJ) wrote: >AJ looks up from replacing the drum on his Thompson gun. "I've got >some extra cammies made from this cloth that Galadriel gave me. It's >not invisibility but maybe it'll get us closer before Xzerrion takes >over." Roland smiles. "Good suggestions all. I agree that the 'subtle & sneaky' approach is best, but we'll also need some kind of distraction. I can provide that-" Roland smiles unpleasantly- "-since the Adversary cannot negate my immortality without negating its own. That doesn't mean this avatar won't have...ways...of dealing with me, but thanks to Fast Eddie, I have a few surprises up my sleeves. Literally. "I suggest that the rest of you try to find a side entrance-Shadow, you wouldn't have by any chance found one?-while I raise a little hell." =========================== Subject: Re: Action, Adventure, Excitement (thread 1) From: rolandx@ix.netcom.com (Roland X) Date: 1996/09/10 Rose Platt wrote: >"Wake him up?" Silence permits herself a slow, wicked grin. >"Certainly. But I'll take care of you first. You'll need enough >strength for both threads, for one thing--and for another, there are >few enough of us that it's better to make sure that everyone gets >fixed up." Gently, Silence touches her painstone to various cuts and >scrapes to anesthetise them and then applies generous amounts of Lady >Cheron's salves and bandages. "I would use my own healing abilities," >she explains, "but I need to save my strength too. I can help them >heal faster, though." She whispers a few untranslatable words across >the worst of the wounds, taking the time to completely heal a >sprained wrist. "There we go. All better." Roland tests the wrist. "Thanks. The bas-um, some of our enemies seem to be able to extend auras around their weapons, at least, otherwise most of these would have healed in seconds. >She then turns to the unconscious Ferengi and looks him up and down, >her hands on her hips. "How awake would you like him?" she asks. Her >tone is brisk and professional, one that no one has ever quite heard >her use before. "I can get him extremely awake, if you like. Or >would you rather he were just awake-enough-to-talk?" As she speaks, >she is tying the Ferengi's hands and feet with strands of her hair; >when she finishes, she takes hold of the ends of the strands and >commands "Hold!" "What was that?" one person asks, wandering over to >the little group. "They don't look any stronger to me." >"They are, but only a little. They don't need to be stronger, >though--as soon as any sort of impulse to break them enters his mind, >they'll block the impulse from reaching his muscles. Very efficient." >Silence dusts her hands together and then draws another loose hair >from her hood and delicately lays it across the Ferengi's forehead so >that it touches both of his enormous ears. Holding one end in her >hand, she looks up at the would-be interrogators. "Say when and how >much," she says. Roland frowns at the Ferengi. "This...THING...tried to hurt friends of mine. The worst thing about being immortal is watching others die... Wake him up. All the way. I want to have a nice, _long_ talk with him." =========================== Subject: Re: Action, Adventure, Excitement (thread 1) From: glo@io.com (Gareth L Owen) Date: 1996/09/10 Joseph H. Greene wrote: >Seosaidh tries to divert the blow, and manages to only got a swath >from the Ferengi's awful clothes. The claymore bites into a rock with >a shower of sparks... Seosaidh wrenches it free and turns to face the >enemy. Any friends who approach will be gently stopped, so the >Stranger's Honorable Combat may continue unimpeded. Any enemy who >approach will be stopped with somewhat less gentleness. "You have Passion and Honour Seosaidh." >"Weel, noo, that was some entertainment, was it no'? Stranger... be >ye alricht? D'ye need a healer?" The Stranger rolls to his feet (without using his hands Sensei) "Yes, I believe I do need a healer." He strips off his coat, revealing a gash in his arm inflicted by a chainsaw earlier. He wears a black jumpsuit with a skull Motif on the chest. His shoulder rig bears a brace of Lawgivers and he wears a utility belt laden with grenades and electronics over his sword belt. Attached to his forearms are sheaths for a pair of Fairbairn-Sykes daggers, properly balanced for throwing of course. He recovers his swords and returns them to their scabbards. "Well, what now? I suspect this little skirmish was just the start." =========================== Subject: Re: Action, Adventure, Excitement (thread 1) From: glo@io.com (Gareth L Owen) Date: 1996/09/10 the Stranger moves over to where Silence and Cosmic Boy(TM) are holding the unconscious Bad Guy. "Can you bring him round, fairly coherent if you please, we'll do the old, Good Cop, Bad Cop Fraggin' Awful Cop routine." The Stranger draws a knife and holds it in front of Shrdlunk. "Bags Fraggin' Awful Cop." =========================== Subject: Re: Action, Adventure, Excitement (thread 1) From: rolandx@ix.netcom.com (Roland X) Date: 1996/09/10 glo@io.com (Gareth L Owen) wrote: >"Can you bring him round, fairly coherent if you please, we'll do the >old, Good Cop, Bad Cop Fraggin' Awful Cop routine." > >The Stranger draws a knife and holds it in front of Shrdlunk. > >"Bags Fraggin' Awful Cop." Roland smiles. "Of course. I'll just be 'bad cop,' then. Let's hear what gruesome here has to say...oh gruesome! You in there, Shrdlunk?" (Aside to Stranger-"did i pronounce that right?") =========================== From: glo@io.com (Gareth L Owen) Date: 1996/09/10 Rose Platt wrote: >On 7 Sep 1996, Roland X wrote: >> Roland pauses for a moment to let this sink in. "Fortunately, >>_our_ 'adversary' cannot have absorbed a full measure of the >>Adversary's might, or we wouldn't be here talking about it. I >>imagine that someone at the Place found out about the Adversary's >>attempt, and the chosen avatar is throwing grunt soldiers at us in >>an attempt to buy time." >> Roland draws his sword. "I suggest we deny this 'avatar' the >>chance." "Agreed!" Adds the Stranger. "This Adversary must be the same being that I thwarted shortly before arriving in Callahans. He was attempting to take control of a fantasy parallel, or should I say Fiction? Anyway, his avatar their was relatively weak and I was able to incite a revolt. You can't beat the human heart, properly motivated. Eventually I slew his avatar. I don't think he's forgiven me." The Stranger draws one of his Lawgivers, ejects the empty magazines and replaces them with fresh ones, he selects General Purpose and chambvers a round. "Neat weapons, the Judges of Mega City One use them, and they don't mess about." He returns the weapon to its holster. >Finally, in a bored voice, he says "The Adversary caught me and >tossed me out on my wing before I could learn very much, but I do >know that his avatar is somewhere on this world--in this ficton, no >less--and rather shaken by the way everyone dispatched his soldiers." "Well, he better get used to it." >He yawns. "'Scuse me... it's been a long couple of days. If you start >walking that way--" he points with a paw "--you'll find some sort of >castle which is his usual stronghold; I can't guarantee that he'll be >there himself, but if you can capture and hold it, you'll have a foot >in the door." He looks around again. "What are you all waiting for?" >he asks. "Let's get going." The Stranger regards the distance for a second. "Silent attack anyone?" He looks around him at the assembled warriors. "I dived through a random X-window, and it brought me here. Coincidence?" "They may be waiting for us, we could get bloody on this one, but I don't see any option. If xzerrion and Silence can help the non-stealthy types, I can get myself in." He looks thoughtful for a second. "Let's go." =========================== From: rolandx@ix.netcom.com (Roland X) Date: 1996/09/10 glo@io.com (Gareth L Owen) wrote: >The Stranger regards the distance for a second. > >"Silent attack anyone?" "Sounds like it's agreed." >He looks around him at the assembled warriors. > >"I dived through a random X-window, and it brought me here. >Coincidence?" > >"They may be waiting for us, we could get bloody on this one, but I >don't see any option. If xzerrion and Silence can help the >non-stealthy types, I can get myself in." > >He looks thoughtful for a second. > >"Let's go." Roland nods. "You folx head out, try and flank the bastich." He smiles. "I was never much for silent running anyway, and now that my psi is working full steam again, it's time to do unto others. A lot." Roland begins folding the tranchcoat. He continues folding until only one of the extradimensional pockets remains, but that means that the coat must be in one of its own pockets... He places it on one side of his Legion belt, sticks his sword in the other side, and begins to float. "Let's roll." =========================== From: Nyarlathotep@mail.utexas.edu (Nyarlathotep) Date: 1996/09/11 > Roland begins folding the tranchcoat. He continues folding until >only one of the extradimensional pockets remains, but that means that >the coat must be in one of its own pockets... He places it on one >side of his Legion belt, sticks his sword in the other side, and >begins to float. "Let's roll." "Rather intriguing little toy you have there, Roland." The voice of the newly arrived Crawling Chaos is punctuated by clicking noises that betray his new form. The formerly-human drinking companion of the assembled heroes has undergone quite a change. Not only is he in full Blackman appearance but that incarnationation has the further signs of Tree-of-Life modification. The Crawling Chaos Protector looks at the assembled forces. "Considering the situation and the nature of your foe, I thought I should tag along. I trust my assistance will be welcome?" =========================== From: Paul Campbell Date: 1996/09/11 On 10 Sep 1996, Gareth L Owen wrote: >"They may be waiting for us, we could get bloody on this one, but I >don't see any option. If xzerrion and Silence can help the >non-stealthy types, I can get myself in." > >He looks thoughtful for a second. > >"Let's go." 'All right, folks, I can get us invisible, and I know Silence can make sure nobody hears us. To make sure we don't get lost ...' Xzerrion reaches into his pack and produces the generic 50 foot rope (TM). 'Everybody hold onto this. Any questions before we get started? I'll be scouting about 100 yards ahead after this, and I'll be Silenced(TM) so I won't be able to answer immediately. If there aren't any questions ...' Xzerrion takes the hair out of his pouch that Silence gave him a few weeks ago for a less serious purpose. 'Knew this would come in handy ...' =========================== From: Paul Campbell Date: 1996/09/11 On 10 Sep 1996, Roland X wrote: > Roland begins folding the tranchcoat. He continues folding until >only one of the extradimensional pockets remains, but that means that >the coat must be in one of its own pockets... He places it on one >side of his Legion belt, sticks his sword in the other side, and >begins to float. "Let's roll." Oh, before I forget, I picked up this funky wand a while back ... (folks outside recognize a Klingon disruptor) anybody want this and/or know how to use it? Not quite my style. =========================== From: Cheron Fitzgerald Date: 1996/09/11 Paul Campbell wrote: >'All right, folks, I can get us invisible, and I know Silence can >make sure nobody hears us. To make sure we don't get lost ...' >Xzerrion reaches into his pack and produces the generic 50 foot rope >(TM). 'Everybody hold onto this. Any questions before we get started? >I'll be scouting about 100 yards ahead after this, and I'll be >Silenced(TM) so I won't be able to answer immediately. If there >aren't any questions ...' Xzerrion takes the hair out of his pouch >that Silence gave him a few weeks ago for a less serious purpose. >'Knew this would come in handy ...' Lady Cheron quickly finishes repacking her first aid kit and slings it backpack-fashion. Standing, she rummages through the many pockets of her motorcycle jacket. "What have I got in my pocketses?" She produces an assortment of kleenex, gum wrappers, knives, a flashlight, . . . "Ah, here we go." From one pocket she takes a largeish block of thermite, from another what looks to be assorted hardware for making it go 'boom'. "Does anyone know how to use this? Safely?" she inquires. From another pocket* she pulls her favorite "room broom", a Mossburg pump action shotgun with pistol grip. Loading it with shells, she looks at Xzerrion. "Ready, sir." Lady Cheron (*yes, these may be trans-dimensional pockets. Do you feel lucky enough to find out?) =========================== From: "Joseph H. Greene" Date: 1996/09/11 On 10 Sep 1996, Gareth L Owen wrote: >>> Roland draws his sword. "I suggest we deny this 'avatar' the >>>chance." > >"Agreed!" Adds the Stranger. "Aye. We'll show 'im the error o' his ways, lass." Seosaidh grins an evil grin. >The Stranger draws one of his Lawgivers, ejects the empty magazines >and replaces them with fresh ones, he selects General Purpose and >chambvers a round. > >"Neat weapons, the Judges of Mega City One use them, and they don't >mess about." > >He returns the weapon to its holster. Seosaidh, listening, begins to lay his weapons on the ground, checking them, giving some a final honing, others leaving as they may be. The pile is impressive, for a man who was wearing a sword, a claymore, and a dirk- but then, you can hide enough weapons for a whole squad in a great kilt. >>Finally, in a bored voice, he says "The Adversary caught me and >>tossed me out on my wing before I could learn very much, but I do >>know that his avatar is somewhere on this world--in this ficton, no >>less--and rather shaken by the way everyone dispatched his >>soldiers." > >"Well, he better get used to it." "Too bloody true," growls Seosaidh. >"They may be waiting for us, we could get bloody on this one, but I >don't see any option. If xzerrion and Silence can help the >non-stealthy types, I can get myself in." > >He looks thoughtful for a second. > >"Let's go." Seosaidh moves forward. "Lad... the Romans and the Sassenach hae found how the men of Scotland can move through the woods. Much tae their regret. I'm wi' ye. Unless ye need a commander for the noisy ones... but Ah dinna think these lads are in need o' command." He looks at Shadow. "Well, noo, ma auld friend's namesake... tis na proper ta treat the grimalkin sae. We'll spit him proper- I canna abide a mon wha'd do harn tae a cat." Seosaidh looks back at the assembled crowd. His eyes are very blue, and with a thousand-yard stare, he looks _through_ the assemblage. "I am Seosaidh MacFaoilcheire of the Clann Faoilcheire, and ninth chief of that name, Lord of Duncreig and Captain of the Company of the Black Storm. I swear to all of ye wha stand here, this "Adversary" shall day ere I trun back, or he shall prove his worth upon my fallen body." He raises the claymore, the huge sword of the Highlander, effortlessly, with one hand. The sun flashes off of it, and he cries his defiance to the heavens. "ALBA GU BRATH! SCOTLAND- FOREVER!" =========================== From: "Joseph H. Greene" Date: 1996/09/11 On Wed, 11 Sep 1996, Paul Campbell wrote: >'All right, folks, I can get us invisible, and I know Silence can >make sure nobody hears us. To make sure we don't get lost ...' >Xzerrion reaches into his pack and produces the generic 50 foot rope >(TM). 'Everybody hold onto this. Any questions before we get >started? I'll be scouting about 100 yards ahead after this, and I'll >be Silenced(TM) so I won't be able to answer immediately. If there >aren't any questions ...' >Xzerrion takes the hair out of his pouch that Silence gave him a few >weeks ago for a less serious purpose. 'Knew this would come in handy >...' "I'm wi' ye, Xzerrion. An' I think ye'll find I can move like the wee creatures o' the forest when I've a mind... silent enough and invisilbe enough for our purpose." He slings the clymore into its carrier, and draws forth a wicked-looking dirk. He holds oout a hand. "After ye, sair..." =========================== Subject: Re: Action, Adventure, Excitement (thread 1) From: "Joseph H. Greene" Date: 1996/09/11 On 10 Sep 1996, Gareth L Owen wrote: >>Seosaidh tries to divert the blow, and manages to only got a swath >>from the Ferengi's awful clothes. The claymore bites into a rock >>with a shower of sparks... Seosaidh wrenches it free and turns to >>face the enemy. Any friends who approach will be gently stopped, so >>the Stranger's Honorable Combat may continue unimpeded. Any enemy >>who approach will be stopped with somewhat less gentleness. > >"You have Passion and Honour Seosaidh." "Tis wha' makes us men, Stranger, and nae vermin such as these." >>"Weel, noo, that was some entertainment, was it no'? Stranger... be >>ye alricht? D'ye need a healer?" > >The Stranger rolls to his feet (without using his hands Sensei) > >"Yes, I believe I do need a healer." > >He strips off his coat, revealing a gash in his arm inflicted by a >chainsaw earlier. Seosaidh bellows, a stetorian parade-ground voice. "HEALER! TAE TH' FRONT!" >He recovers his swords and returns them to their scabbards. > >"Well, what now? I suspect this little skirmish was just the start." Ye're no' a campaigner, are ye, lad? Ye rest the noo, whiles ye can... and keep yer weepons close ta hand. I think me there'll be muir soon enough." ===========================